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Warren hated his name. "Warren" just sounded so blue collar and like a mechanic who'd fix your transmission or something. He was always complaining about his life because he thought he'd been dealt a bad hand. He came from a family of hard-working people, but he was a reader and a thinker. He was one of those kids who kept a diary, but written in a language he'd invented. If his snoopy mom ever found it, she'd have no idea what she was reading. He also drew in a sketchbook he'd been given as a birthday present. Drawings and doodles recorded as much about Warren's life as the words did. His older brothers thought he was a sissy with all his books,drawing and his perfectly neat room. His brothers were all working guys..."real men". One brother worked in construction and the other two drove trucks full of whatever. None of them were ever close. They never talked to each other or hung out. Warren knew something about himself. A private thing. Maybe the whole family knew it even if they didn't know they knew it. His oldest brother once came into his room late, late at night when he though the younger brother was asleep. He only sort of was. Warren felt spongy flesh on his lips as he continued to fake sleep. Yep. His brother had his naked dick on the boy's lips. Then he stopped and masturbated right over the kid's face. Warren soon felt some thick fluid spray on his face and bare shoulders. It happened a few more times that year. Didn't make sense to Warren. His brother had so many girlfriends...didn't they let him do that for him? Maybe not. He knew it was Luke...something about the smell and the 'vibe'. By 1993, Warren was about to graduate from high school. The brothers had all gotten married and moved elsewhere. He knew more things, and hated his stupid life even more intensely. AIDS was in the news. There were men like him dying and protesting and fighting for "rights". Such a mess he'd been born into. Maybe this new President Clinton could fix it all by the time he had to worry about the consequences of being GAY. He'd gotten an academic scholarship to a school in a different state. It wasn't a full ride, but it was close enough that his parents let Warren go. It was one of those "liberal" schools according to the dad. Warren thought that meant they just liked Democrats. He didn't yet know that was another word for "free" and "caring". He'd find out soon enough. That college campus was so different. People of various colors and religions were everywhere. And gays. So many gays. Warren felt like he could finally exhale. At an orientation event, Warren met Orlando. Now, that was a name! Lucky. Orlando was from Cuba and darkly handsome. Not that tall..and not very young for a college student. He was maybe in his 30's already. His lower jaw jutted out just a bit. "Are you a new freshman?" "Yeah. And a hick. This is all new to me." "How many credit hours are you taking?" "Just 14." "Just? That's a lot for your first semester." "I'm on scholarship. You have to take at least 12 hours on academic scholarship." "Yeah. Well, eat your Wheaties. It's gonna be tough." "How many are you taking, Orlando?" "Three. I pay my own way and am slowly trying to get a music degree." Warren stopped being interested at that point. This older guy was like his brothers -- old guy with very small goals. His brothers got excited and bragged about 4 % raises at their shitty jobs. "Nice to meet you, Orlando. I'm gonna go finish unpacking." "What are you doing later tonight? There's a dance at the Union. I'll be there. I'll introduce you to some people." Warren never danced and didn't like people that went to dances, but he probably needed to meet people eventually. "OK. Like around 8 or so?" "Yeah! You have to be 20 to drink beer, but I'll sneak you some." "Cool. Bye." Warren wandered back to the dorm. He'd never had a beer in his life. He knew from watching his brothers that beer made people stupid and made them vomit. No thanks. He wore what he'd worn all day to this dance thing. He wasn't John Travolta and didn't plan on being visible. Or dancing. He liked old Motown hits and thought if there was indeed a "god", she would look like Aretha Franklin. Now... there was just grunge and techno and mindless bimbos who couldn't even really sing. Warren scanned the crowd. Not many kids were dancing...but a lot of them were gathered on the side. Way more guys than girls. No Orlando in sight. He'd stay for five more minutes and then leave. "Hey! You're here! I thought you blew me off." Orlando. "Just got here. What is this all about?" "Here. Finish my beer. I'll introduce you to my friends." That wasn't an answer. He grabbed Warren's hand and led him for what seemed like a mile. And then they were in a pretty dark corner of the 'ballroom' where a group of three guys stood with cups of beer. "Is this a gay dance, Orlando?" "DUH! I thought you knew already. You're gay, right?" "No...well, yeah. But..." "Hey! This is Warren. He just started as a freshman. Share your beer and be nice ... he's pretty shy. I'm going to get another beer...who wants?" Two of them gave the signal for a refill. The third one just drilled his eyes into Warren. A short, stocky Mexican man wearing shorts and sandals.There was energy going back and forth between these two strangers. Warren was out of character when he just walked up to the guy and introduced himself... "Hi. I'm Warren. What's your name?" "I'm Antonio..Tony. Call me either." This guy seemed had seemed so guarded and unfriendly at first, but now his face brightened. Smiling. "good to meet you, Tony." Another good name he would have traded for. "How do you know Orlando?" "I don't, really. We just met earlier today...at that thing in the quad." "And you're gay?" Warren exhaled and just said "yes" with a sense of relief. It had to be said at some point. "It's okay. You're in a safe place, so to speak. Want some of my beer?" Warren couldn't believe he was drinking beer at a gay party. College would be fun. It would change him. "Thanks, Tony. Are you going to dance tonight?" "No. I didn't wear shoes for dancing. Plus I hate this kind of music. I mostly listen to salsa." What? Warren only knew salsa as a dip for chips. He assumed it was a spicy kind of music. Probably Latin. The two of them continued to make idle chat and slowly moved closer together. When Orlando came back with several beers, he glared at Warren like an angry teacher. He took him aside. "Did you kiss him? Did you drink from his cup? What happened?" "No! Of course we didn't kiss. I drank a few sips from his cup, though. Why?" "He's got the AIDS virus. You can't get that from the cup, but I think he has other things too. I've been going to this school for ten years, and over that time I've seen AIDS move in and claim plenty of men. You're new and I'm not comfortable with seeing you start up anything with Tony." Warren couldn't respond. The beer taste in his mouth suddenly turned bitter. He sometimes brushed his teeth so hard that his gums bled. He knew blood was a way for that virus to get in. He had brushed right before he got there. Bad? He liked Orlando's show of concern. But he still felt drawn to Tony. What if he never saw him again? It was a big campus. New thoughts and feelings were hitting his brain like a boxing glove assailing a punching bag. Bam! "I know you probably don't dance, but would you like to go with me for refills? Just stay behind me." Warren followed him to where beer was being served, but didn't linger too close. He tried to be invisible, but was aware that he was being looked at. He and Orlando drank their beers and watched the crowd. "Do you like this music." Warren asked him "Not at all. I like the classical stuff. I hope to someday be a composer. But this is the music most gays like. What do you listen to?" "Old R&B, mostly. I love Aretha Franklin and Marvin Gaye." The conversation came to an abrupt end when dome random friend of Orlando's showed up and begged him to dance. Warren was alone in a crowd of gays. He decided to go back to the corner and look for Tony, but he and the others were gone. Time to go. As he made his way to the exit, he saw Tony dancing. He was maybe a little out of it because he was barefoot. Who the hell went out on the dance floor without shoes? But Warren thought it was kind of cute. Tony wasn't a very good dancer, which was also kind of endearing. Those dark brown eyes caught Warren's. More electricity was exchanged. "Where's Orlando? He didn't leave you alone did he?" He was sweating a lot. Warren saw a drop go down the bridge of Tony's nose and thought to himself "There's AIDS in that drop". AIDS. It was really here and really real. "He's dancing out there somewhere. What happened to your sandals?" Tony looked down at his bare feet and seemed surprised. "Oh shit! I left them somewhere. I'm kind of drunk." "No kidding. I think I am a little too. I've never really drank before." "Let's go. It's too loud in here." He grabbed Warren's wrist and led him out. Somebody at the door asked if they wanted a hand stamp to get back in. Tony ignored them. They enjoyed the luxury of quiet as they got in the elevator. It's funny how much you miss silence after being in a place like that. Warren could still hear some of that last song in his head. "What did Orlando tell you about me. He didn't like us talking -- I know that much." "He didn't say anything about you," Warren lied. "We just talked about music." "Oh. OK. Where do you live?" "It's just across Potter's Park here. Can you walk that far with no shoes on?" "Yeah, yeah. I'm always barefoot...I've got the thickest,most calloused soles you've ever seen." They set off across the park. It was well-lit and there were little blue boxes for calling security if you needed it. At the orientation, they warned people not to pick up these phones out of curiosity...the campus cops would come even if the phone was lifted off the hook. All of this had happened a few years before Warren had arrived, A few muggings and rapes had happened and it was demanded something be done. Warren looked down at Tony's bare feet, padding unprotected on the sidewalk. Warren remembered walking around barefoot as a kid during the Summer. He once stepped on a nail attached to a small piece of wood. It hurt, but he was more surprised than in pain. He limped toward the house with the whole mess still attached to his foot. He'd cried so loud and then had to go get a tetanus shot on top of all that. A cold shudder went through him. One bad childhood memory among many others. "You lied to me", Tony said out of nowhere. "Huh?" "I know Orlando told you everything about me. He tells everybody. He's a resentful person. He's got some good qualities, but his big mouth ticks me off sometimes. You are like this shiny new coin he found on the beach and wanted to show you off." "What do you think he told me?" "I don't THINK. I KNOW he told you I've got HIV. Didn't he? Be honest." "Yeah." Warren felt guilty. "He said you might have other things as well." "Asshole. He doesn't know everything about me. But what surprises me most is that you don't seem afraid. You're here in a dark park with a guy that carries a disease. You didn't even hesitate to leave with me." Warren took stock of the situation. He looked inside of himself and felt no fear or hesitation. He really liked the Latin man keeping him company. It made no sense. His idiot brothers made bad decisions their whole lives. Warren was the smart one. Who says he was making a bad decision?? "Are you sick, physically?" "Nope. Not at all. It's supposedly like a cancer that is ready and waiting to spread. There's drugs out there for it, but I'm hoping for a cure." "Yeah. I've read about all the progress they're making. I think they're even working on a vaccine." "I'm biding my time. Do you have a roommate?" "Not yet. My R.A. told me the guy wasn't coming until a few days after the semester started. He's from some other country somewhere." Tony's mood brightened. "So you're at JSP? That's not a bad dorm...closest one to campus." "There's a 'Dark Side of the Moon' mural on my floor's walls. My brothers listened to that album over and over again. I hated it." "Murals are almost always bad. Ugly. Can I crash at your place tonight?" "Absolutely. You can't really go anywhere else with no shoes." And then Tony reached out and took his hand. Warren had never held hands with anyone but his Mom...when he was very young. Touch was a good thing. Tony's hand was a little smaller than his, but wider and thicker. It felt right. THIS was what romance felt like. What a nice night this was turning out to be. "What's in your head right now?" Warren paused before answering "Nothing but good things." "Stop for a second." They were under the shade of a large willow tree by Potter's Lake. They kissed and Warren felt like he was breaking into a million pieces. This had been a long time coming. Warren had once kissed Liz Brunner at a high school dance. But their lips were closed tight. And it wasn't sexy. Tony's mouth was warm and open...his tongue was inside of the boy's mouth. Exploring and tasting. Warren let go of Tony's hand and reached around to hold him in a hug. He let them wander all over his shoulders and back. He finally dared to go down to touch Tony's ass. It was big and round. And solid. Without stopping the kiss, he pulled Warren's right hand to his crotch. Whoa! It was bigger and harder than the boy could have guessed. He also wasn't wearing underwear. Warren's mom had told him to always wear underwear, clean underwear. They reached a natural stopping point and kept walking. "That was nice. I like you, Tony." "Wow." That's he said as he draped one arm over Warren's shoulders. They walked like that all the way back to the dorm. It wasn't 11 pm yet, so they could go in the rear exit. On the 4th floor, Tony took a few seconds took look at the mural. Triangles with rainbows coming out of them. " You're right. This is pretty bad." Inside the room, Warren became keenly aware of how juvenile it looked. He'd brought goofy toys and memorabilia from home. One of his favorite possessions was a plastic Q-Bert bank he'd been given as a boy. He loved that video game even though he'd never really been that good at it. Of course Tony zeroed in on that. He picked it up and chuckled. "I remember this guy. He's cute. You are so boyish." "What do you mean?" Warren asked. "I meant that in a good way. You held on to that little kid inside." "Oh. Want me to turn on the TV. I don't know any of the channels yet. Choose something for us." Tony clicked on the little TV and scanned what was available. There were UHF channels here, which Warren's home town didn't get. A rerun of "Green Acres" was on. "Nothing on. Let me find something on your stereo." Suddenly Warren that his musical tastes would seem as silly as the plastic Q-Bert. But Tony was tuning the FM dial to a Latin station. Mexican music. The men who had worked on his parents' roof listened to this music all fucking day long. He wasn't really a fan...it sounded like a carnival to him. Aretha could kick all their asses. The little, barefoot Latin man started dancing just a few feet away from where Warren sat on his bed. It was sexy to watch. This guy who knew how to move his body. He took off his t=shirt and left it on the floor.If Tony forgot to take that shirt, he'd steal it and keep it forever. He had a broad hairy chest that was a little flabby. Not bad, just hefty. A thin trail went down his gut and into his shorts. Warren's dad and brothers were pretty hairy, but not him. He was like a newborn. Tony danced to a few songs and Warren wondered if he'd do a striptease. !!! His eyes were like an eagle's as he watched. "OK. I know this isn't your style. Put on something you like." This felt like a test to Warren. He wanted to play something they'd both like, but also a song that would continue the mood. Al Greene! Yes! "Let's Stay Together" was one of the best songs ever recorded. As soon as it started, Tony closed his eyes "Ah, yes. I know this. Dance with me." What? Well...He wanted to, but this was more of a listening song than a dancing song. OK. That hairy torso was pretty hard to resist. Tony removed Warren's shirt and pressed his body to his. Warren remembered slow-dancing with Liz Brunner to "True Colors" way back in the day. It was so tedious, but this wasn't. He held Tony's body to his and swayed a bit. Slow dancing never made sense until now. They resumed kissing as Tony reached over and turned out the light. Dancing in the dark with this perfect man. Yes! This kiss was different than the one n the park. It was deeper and more energetic...more meaningful. As the song was ending, Tony moved his mouth to Warren's right ear. "Want to fuck?" Fuck? Sex? "Yes." "Take off you pants. Take off everything and get into your bed." So he did as he was told. In the dark with only some streetlights coming in the window. "I...I don't know to do anything, Tony." "I'll teach you a few things. Want me to shower? I'm pretty sweaty and I'm sure my feet are filthy. Got a towel?" " Forget all that and just come here." Tony joined Warren under the cool sheets and soon climbed on top of him. "Am I too heavy?" "Not at all" "Do I smell?" "Yeah...but in a good way." "You'll belong to me pretty soon. Can you handle that? Handle me?" "Oh YES!" "That was your consent, Warren. You might not like this at first." "OK" Then the man on top of him suddenly got heavier as he worked himself down and spread the guy's legs with his hips. Tony knew this was a virgin and it would take a little work. He aimed his hard prick just right and let the tip kiss Warren's ass. "Yeah!!!" "That was the easy part. I should have had you blow me first. Spit would help this." But the oral time had passed. He had to fuck this kid. The head found the spot and moved in. He was IN! "NO! WAIT! I CAN"T" "Just get used to it a little. Relax. Push your ass muscles out a little. It's going to feel better." But Warren continued to protest. Loudly. Warren 's brain was over the rainbow somewhere. He thought of stepping on a nail -- only now the nail was puncturing him in a different place. Tony moved in a little further...and further. He scanned Warren's face, waiting for his grimace to turn into a smile. Oh god! An HIV man had his dick inside of him...and damn if it didn't seem perfect. "I'm fine. Fuck me. Cum in me." "Whatever you say..." The smaller man had a body made to fuck ass. His hips were strong and instinctive. Warren looked like he was in some glorious place, based on the expression on his shadowed face. "Shit! I'm gonna come! You can't change anything at this point! UGH! Here!!!" Warren felt the man release his seed deep inside of him. Perfect. So perfect. They napped a little...and then fucked again. It was morning when they woke up. Very early. The sun was creeping in to find two poz men wrapped in each other's arms. "I can drive you home, Tony. Where do you live?" "On Ohio Street. With my Mom. She'll make us breakfast." "Sounds great." They walked out into the morning light, holding hands.

It was my last day on Maui. My wife and kids took an earlier flight home and I was alone at the resort. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anyone at the resort or nearby to fuck my ass. I was contacted by a very thin, AIDS wasted looking guy but he wasn't nearby. He said he was undetectable. He was, however, near the airport. So I took an Uber to his place and he took me to his barn where he had a sling set up. We spent the next hour fucking each other in the sling. Time was running out so i fucked him hard and bred his ass. Then I was mounted back in the sling and he pounded me hard before flooding my ass with his big poz load. It was a nice parting gift from the island and I took it home on the plane.

Part 10 On Matt's way to the hotel he gave James a ride to his dorm. As they pulled up Matt caught sight of a hunk of a stud walking out of the building. Matt simply asked, "DAMN! Who is the stud leaving your dorm?" Matt answered him, "You mean that repressed, closet fag?" Matt only shook his head allowing James to continue telling him about the guy who was a stuck up, condom nazi who always looking for an ass to fuck and was very particular about the guys. Matt asked James what he mean and James let him know that he only wanted straight acting bottom guys. Matt told James how much he'd like to bring this fucker down to earth by getting him high as fuck and then fucking him raw until his ass was dripping with poz cum. James let Matt know that there was a dorm party the coming weekend and maybe they could make it happen. James add, "I think you'd definitely be his type." The two quickly kissed and James hopped out before Matt drove off. Matt made a few phone calls on his way to the hotel to finalize plans for Luke's transformation. He arrived just before Steve arrive with a naked Luke in tow. Once inside Luke's new room Matt knew the next phase of Luke's training was going to involve teaching the boy to suck cock. Matt stripped down and climbed on the bed resting against the headboard as Steve directed Luke to get between Matt's legs and listen to everything he was told to do or else. This was the first time a cock was to enter Luke's mouth. Matt started off easy as Luke only sucked him hard. As Matt's cock grew so did Luke's ability. Although he couldn't take the entire length in his mouth it was a good start as Matt had him focusing on the pleasure he was giving. Soon there was a knock at the door and in came a man with portable laser hair removal machine. The plan was to permanently eliminate what little hair Luke had on his body. After a good session the guy that had come in with the machine told Steve and Matt to call him immediately if they see any hair growing back. Steve left with this man leaving Matt to continue Luke's 'oral training'. The boy had a ways to go before he'd be ready to meet and client Steve had for him. Matt made sure to coach Luke as he guided him further down on his cock. The plan was to destroy the boy's gag reflex and get him used to swallowing a guy's load. Matt could tell that the drugs were starting to ware off as Luke became a little more coherent to his situation. As Luke became aware of what he had done and was doing he also felt the need for more chems. Sure enough he paused to let Matt know he needed a slam. Matt promised "You'll get your slam after you finish sucking me off and swallow my cum." With how desperate Luke was for his slam he went back to sucking Matt's cock and with following Matt's direction he was about to get his first taste of cum. Matt was going to be sure that Luke didn't pull off as he grabbed the boy's head between his two hands just as he began to fill Luke's mouth with about a table spoon worth of cum.

Well the weekend is already off to a fantastic start! Just finished a hot three-way with two guys who have bred me individually before. Tonight they shared me and even double penetrated me. both are gym guys: one is a very hot 20 year old HIV positive sales guy at Gold's Gym, and the other is a GQ looking bicyclist who works in marketing. They went to town and used me like the piece of meat I am. And I tasted every square inch of their hot bodies in the process.

FS PART 9 Stinger pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular back. I watched as he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans. He turned his head giving me an evil grin as he did. I could hear the buttons pop as he pulled the jeans apart. His hands gripped the sides of the jeans waist band and pushed them down. As he bent down to push his jeans further down his legs and exposing his firm ass to me, Dr Clown’s chest was exposed to me. It looked even more massive than it did inside his lab coat. The doctor had his hands on his hips. His belly was pushed out, looking more like a roid gut than a six pack. His biceps flexed as he watched me. He was giving me a little show. I wanted to see what was below his waist, but Stinger was still blocking my view. I was enjoying looking at his ass, was so inviting. “You looking at my ass, faggot?” He asked I was a little afraid to ask. I just watched as he stepped out of his jeans. He tossed them aside and reached back, gripping his ass check spreading them open. “It's a lickable pucker, huh cum dump,” Stinger said. I never answered, just continued my staring. “Cock got your tongue” he teased. He twisted around, still blocking my view of the naked doctor. I could see that damn scorpion tattoo that was burned into my memory. He slapped his hard cock bringing my attention to his crotch. It was really the first time I got a good look at his cock and balls. He was hairless. I couldn't remember if it was like that when he fucked me or was it new. “You remember this cock, don't you” he said, “it gave you your hole the first taste of venomous seed.” I did remember it, but I was focused on the doctor. “Move, you twisted fucking asshole” I screamed at him “Touchy touchy. Can we give him something Doc?” Then it happened. He moved. My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened. Between the doctors massive thighs was his huge fucking cock. It was so massive and adding to that mass was a metal cock ring. His cock was over a foot long and as thick as my forearm. His cock head was bigger than an apple, and was so engorged that it was almost purple. Hell, the whole massive cock was purple. The cock ring must have been causing him pain from being so tight, but his face was not showing it. “Gonna create a new freak!” Stinger said. The doctor walked forward, his cock bouncing as it pointed the way. He picked his enormous cock up as he got closer to my ass, allowing him to move all the way up to me, pressing his body against me. He let go and his cock dropped hard and fast down onto my balls. The pain was intense. I tightly closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep from crying out from the pain. “Brave fucker!” Stinger said The doctor moved back, dragging his cock down my stomach and across my cocks and balls, leaving a trail of dick snot. “Spit on that hole” The doctor said to Stinger. “More fun dry,” Stinger said, “more pain” “Spit” Stinger moved to my ass and dropped to his knees. He slapped my ass twice and laughed. “Wanted it warm for you, doc” He started to loudly clear his throat, bringing up some deep spit. My hole puckered as it felt the warm spit hit it. Stinger looked up over my balls and smiled. He stood and moved away. “Remind me Stinger, I need to give you something to turn that green spit back to clear,” the doctor said. Stinger broke out in a loud laugh. I felt the doctor’s cock head rub against my hole. He had grabbed his cock around the base and began to move his cock head around my hole, spreading out Stinger’s green spit. I began to sweat more, was it from the fever or the fact that I was scared of the pain that his cock was going to bring. “Scream as loud as you want. No one will hear you” Stinger said as the doctor nodded in agreement. “Well, no one outside this office suite” the doctor added. Fuck, they just hinted there were more people here. My mind wondered if they would come help me. I was about to find out. The doctor suddenly pushed against my hole, but it resisted. Stinger grabbed my nut sac and squeezed hard. Pain shot through my body. His grip tightened. The doctor pushed harder this time, my hole opened and he forced his whole cock deep into my ass. The pain was the worse I had ever experienced, it took my mind off my balls. “Works every time Doc” Stinger said proudly. I felt the tears well up in my eyes and roll down my face as I let out the loudest blood curdling scream. My breathing was erratic, very shallow, but there was still enough for a second scream. “He's gonna pass out,” Doc said, “get the salts” I don't remember anything after that, everything went black. Then I was awake again. Pain was still shooting through my body as the doctor pulled his massive cock completely out only to slam it back in balls deep. Each time my pain reacted violently by trying to escape the restraints, screaming. The fuck flu aches were over powered by the pain coming from my hole as it was forcibly fucked. Sweat poured off my body, soaking my hair and dropping from me onto the exam table. If anyone was in the office suite with us, no one came running to my rescue, as the doctor slam fucked me over and over. Stinger was standing next to my hips, his eyes locked on my hole and the doctor’s massive weapon as he slowly stroke his cock. Somewhere in the office music started to get louder, my guess it was to drown out my screams of pain. The doctor’s hands grabbed my hips as he slammed harder and harder. The metal Cock ring pressed against my lower back, sending more pain through my body. Each time he slammed in the pain became less and less intense, but never went away. “Going to get patient zeros strain here and now,” Stinger said, “he's the one who pozzes all of us carnies” “Fucking right,” the doctor said. His nut sac swung back and forth as he fucked me, it banged against the metal table as he drove his cock into my hole. His cock seemed to thicken and harden each time he plunged deep into my hole. “Let me coat your fuck stick Doc” Stinger said, moving back towards the doctor. The doctor pulled completely out of my hole, leaving me empty and gaping. I lifted my head off the exam table to watch Stinger jacking his cock, now faster and aiming his head towards the shaft of the doctor's purple monster. It was so hard it pointed straight out with out any hands to keep it there. “Here is comes” Stringer’s cock erupted, cum shot all over the engorged cock. His load was thick. It was the first time I saw the seed that was the first to infect my negative hole. It was the load the changed my DNA and my mind. As fast as Stinger’s cum stopped pumping out of his piss slit, the doctor slammed his cock back into my hole and started to fuck me again, same as before. Stinger was squeezing his cock as he slowly moved his fingers from the base to the head, milking out what ever cum was still in his pisser. He wiped the cum oozing out of his head on the fingers of his free hand. He put those fingers into his mouth and sucked them with an evil grin on his face. “Mmmm tasty” he said laughing. I watched his cock slowly go soft and go from sticking straight out to hanging over his balls. There was a drop of cum hanging from his head and slowly moving down towards the floor. The doctor was still raping my hole. He had stopped taking his cock completely out of my hole and was teasing the head on my stretched out hole, then driving in. “Working up a huge toxic load of venom for you” Stinger moved behind him and reached around his massive chest, grabbing his nipples. I watched his fingers work them, pinching them, pulling them, and then twisting them roughly. The doctor's breathing became quicker. “Good Stinger, always knows how to get me to shoot” He pumped for a few more seconds and then slammed into me balls deep. His cock pulsed and twitched allowing me to feel the load of cum that was being shot into me. He pushed in harder with each shot, even though there was no way he could get in any more. His cock slowly stopped shooting, but he just stood there, still deep inside my hole. “That will help with your conversion” he said. “What about the flu, will you help me with that.” I asked. “Nothing will help that, got to let it run its course or every load you had shot in you will have been a waste.” He replied. “Stupid fucker, we don't want anything to stop your conversion, you gonna be the next freak and our star attraction” Stinger said laughing. The doctor then pulled out. I could feel my hole remain open as his cock fell from my ass. He moved towards my head. When he was standing next to me, I turned to see the ugly monster hanging from his body, it was covered with a pink slime. I put his hand behind my head and pulled my head closer to the edge of the table. “Open wide, mother fucker, time for that hole to be stretched wide open like your other one” Stinger said laughing. It was then I realized tears were running down my face not sweat.

I typed out the rest of my night last week, hit the wrong button and it all disappeared. Damn! Okay, so here I go again and hopefully won't screw it up again. So I am in the sling with a towel over my eyes waiting for some anonymous action. I am almost asleep again when I feel a cock at my hole. I go to take a hit of poppers and before I can get the cap off the guy at my ass grabs them. I hear him take a hit then he hands them to someone else. This guy gives me a go at the little brown bottle then I feel a meaty thwack on my face. He must be tall because his crotch is right in my face. I go to work on his cock. Its nice, about 7 inches cut, very tasty. The other guy is working his cock into my hole. He's got a fat one and he takes his time, more for his own enjoyment I think than for my comfort. Even with my pre-stretched cummy hole he is a tight fit. I can hear the guys making out over top of me interspersed with frequent hits from the poppers. I am having a great time. The guy in my ass asks his friend if he wants a go at my hole. He says he can wait, to go ahead and load me up. A minute later I am taking a frantic fucking and I know he is about to blow. He cums hard, slaps my ass and is gone. My ass is not empty for long. My blow buddy immediately rams into me hard. It literally takes my breath away but he doesn't wait for me to catch up. He starts pounding hard. I am still flying from all the poppers I've been inhaling. He slows to take a big hit then leans in and presses his lips to mine. He breathes out filling my lungs with his poppery air. We do that for several breaths getting dizzy with poppers and a diminishing oxygen supply. Finally he breaks away. With a long low moan he fills my ass with his seed. One quick final kiss and he is gone. Two more guys fuck me in the sling. They were quick pump and dumps. I still had the towel over my face so I never saw a thing. Needing to stretch my legs I got down and walked over to one of the mattresses on the floor. Before long the counter guy was back. He lay down on top of me fully clothed. He asked me my tally and I told him. He said he had been telling guys I was here waiting to get fucked. Wasn't that nice of him. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans. Then he told me he had a couple of friends stopping by and if I wanted more cock all I had to do was stay where I was. He would be getting off in another hour and he would fuck another load into me. I happily agreed to it all. He began kissing my neck and dry humping me. His phone went off and he answered it. It was his friends, they were at the door. "Five minutes", he told me, "and you will have all the cock you can handle." I think it was less than five minutes. They must have broke some sort of strip record because I swear it was only a couple of minutes later and I was being manhandled by two beefy tops. It was very exciting and a little scary. I have never been so dominated by two men in all my years of barebacking. They were two hard fuckers and lucky for me their cocks were not too big for me. I'd say about a 6 and 8 incher. The bigger one was the top end of what I could handle the way they were fucking my ass and face. I was like some sort of poseable doll to them. They pushed and pulled me into all sorts of positions. All the while telling me what a good cocksucker or cum whore I was. Then they told me they wanted to cum in my ass at the same time. A DP! I had only been double-fucked once before in a motel room in Pensacola. It was fun but intense and I could not do it for very long. There was no way I was going to try and refuse these guys. I am not sure they would have listened. The guy with the shorter cock was already in my ass so he lay on his back with me sitting on him. He handed me the poppers and I inhaled deeply. Then he pulled me to him pushing his tongue into my mouth as the other guy pushed his manhood up my ass. My head was spinning from all the sensations but in a really good way. All three of us were sweating like crazy. The guy beneath me was pretty hairy and I was getting off rubbing myself against his fur. I squirmed in between them begging for their loads. With a growl, like they had rehearsed it, they both shot their semen into me. I collapsed thinking I was done but they stayed put. The guy below me whispered in my ear that his friend was always good for a second load. Sure enough after he caught his breath he began pumping again. I was a getting a bit uncomfortable at this point but what could I do. I gritted my teeth and took the fucking. It seemed to go on forever. It was such a relief when he finally let out a long low moan and blew his load. This time they both pulled out and then we lay together trading leisurely kisses and caresses. Once they left I was ready to go to but I promised I'd let the counter guy fuck me again. I stayed put. I didn't mean to get more loads but of course I was laying there ass up smelling of cum. A top climbed on me before I realized he was even in the room. I was worn out but damn I love it when tops help themselves like that. The counter guy showed up before he came so they started trading places all the while talking about what a good cum dump I was. They were talking like I was not even there. Just using my hole to get their nut. My cock was hard as ever. I took their loads and was glad for them. I practically had to crawl back to my room. It felt great falling asleep exhausted from fucking and filled up from all those beautiful cocks. This is just one of the many hundreds of night I have spent in bathhouses around the country. I love to hear about bathhouse fucking so if you have some encounters you want to write about I would love to hear them.

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."

The day five different guys dropped loads in me. I woke up that morning feeling horny as all get out. It was one of those morning at WVU that don't happen to often: sunny and warm in the morning. It is almost always gray in this small college town, so naturally a bright and sunny early morning left me hopeful of getting laid as I hadn't gotten any in several days, and I was in the mood to fuck and started looking for someone to take my load. Being in a college town, there was always someone around that wanted to get fucked or fuck. I pulled out the cell and started texting my ex's and a few fuck buddies to see if anyone was up and wanted a fuck. As it was 7:00 AM, and all the fuck buds were also in college, I wasn't all that surprised no one responded to my invitation. So I got a shower, put some sweats, a T-shirt on and hit campus for my first class, waiting to see if I would get a reply from someone. About 10:00 AM I got a reply from an ex saying he was in the mood but wanted to give rather than receive. At this point, I didn't care how I was going to get my nuts off so I told him to meet me at my place in 30 minutes. On the way to the house, my cell dinged again. It was a fuck buddy from one of my classes wanting to know when I was free. I told him to give me an hour or so, I would be free and able to fuck. I got to the house and Dan (the ex) was there already. Dan is a little stud, 5'9" 160 with a 30 inch waist and a killer, seven inch cock which was much thicker then a red bull can and, he can fuck hard. We always had/have great sex, just couldn't get along as a couple. After a quick kiss at the door, we headed inside the house to have some fun. As soon as we were inside, Dan pushed me to my knees, fished his cock out of his shorts and said "Suck." Dan is an arrogant SOB. I think that is why we couldn't make it as a couple. Just as I was about to go down on him, Dan commented "You better get it wet 'cause I'm not gonna use much lube." Danny boy liked it more on the dry side. I remember once he remarked he liked to feel the ass lips grabbing his cock as he slides in and pulls out. Neediness to say, I licked, sucked and swallowed his cock as much as I could in the little amount of time that he was giving me to get it wet. When he was ready, Danny pulled a little pack of lube out and showed me how much he was going to use, which was not much, but I was horny as hell and he could have taken me dry and I wouldn't have cared. He turned me around and pulled my shorts down, just below my ass, ran a lubed finger over my crack and started pushing his cock in. It had just enough slickness to start to slide in. As he is sliding in to me, he is spitting on my ass and his cock. He is taking it slow and is about half way in when he just grabs my hips hard and pulls me back into him as he thrust his hips forward. Borrowing the last few inches into me. As his balls hit my ass, he pulls back out till the head is just inside. Then starts to slide back into me again. He gets to half way in and slams into me again. When I awoke that morning I decided I wanted to top that day, but now that I was bottoming, it seemed as if that was clearly a hell of a lot better option then topping. Danny set his pace, three to four inches in and out, rutting my ass, occasionally commenting he was happy that I had gotten hold of him, that he had not fucked bare since the last time he drained his nuts in me. After 10 mins at that pace, he switched to a long dicking, pulling out to the point that his head was just left in and then driving to the base. Slow out to the tip and pound it back to the base, Danny was always good at the slam it back in, he had strong hands and a set of hips that were made for fucking. He would slam his cock into me as hard as he could and just hold it there for a few seconds, then slowly pull it back out and repeat, repeat, repeat. This went on for ten to fifteen minutes, only for Danny to pick-up the pace, and as I expected, he grunted "I'm getting close." That its about time for the slut to get its load, all I can was to say "Yeah, yeah, give me it." With one last slam in, he holds my hips as he unloaded into my ass, remarking "You're a good bitch and take it well as he withdrew. Getting to his feet, and pulling-up his shorts, he murmured "I've gotta run or I'll be late for class," adding "I'm sorry to don't have the time to stay and get you off." "That's okay, I replied, not telling him I had scheduled myself to meet a fuck buddy that same morning.

I attended my first CumUnion a couple of months ago in Vegas. And let me say it was amazing. I was very nervous and excited so I arrived somewhat early. Not surprisingly at that point in time there weren't too many guys in attendance, so for the most part (initially) I just wandered around, watching the club fill-up, and as I hoped, after a bit of time had passed the management opened the back room, which, when I checked it out, I knew was my kind of spot. In the middle of the room against a wall was a platform stairs that had bedding on it. Leading up to this point I has been too nervous to actually do anything, but as I walked up to the platform a pair of hands grabbed me and bent me over the platform from behind. I never really saw who it was but I am thankful to him. The unknown man slid my towel off my ass, and caressed my cheeks. Somewhat flustered I was about to say something when a bottle or poppers was thrust under my nose. Breathing in deep my head went fuzzy and I ended up just laying in the platform with this stranger behind me groping my ass. "Good boy, here we go," the stranger whispered into my ear as I also heard him spit on my ass and I feel his dick rubbing on my hole. A small moan escapes from my mouth. Mercifully he made me take several deep hits of poppers before he added some additional spit to my hole and thrust into my ass. At first it was quite painful, so naturally I bucked, trying to get up, but he dropped all his weight on my back, holding me still as he pumped slowly in and out of my ass, wordlessly growling his approval. My ass finally opens up and he goes faster, and before I know it I was moaning and screaming like a whore. "Oh, yeah, boy, take my dick! Take my fucking load," he grunted just as I felt him thrust deep before pulling out. Laying on the platform still before I can even move another dick enters my hole. Some other guy who I can't see has started fucking me next. An older gentleman starts playing with my dick as the other guy fucked me, whispering "Get ready boy. You have 's' line forming behind you all ready to breed that ass." I whimpered in response as the second guy continued to fuck me faster and faster, shouting just as he added his load to my ass. Once again as soon as he pulls out another dick is in my ass. That night I lost count of how many guys fucked me and how many loads I had. I could barely walk and cum was dripping out my hole. One of the best experiences I have ever had. Can't wait to do it again.

I'm supposed to be a straight guy, but my GF just doesn't want to fuck anymore. I'm getting more into gay sex and increasingly dirty wank habits. I've been sucking dicks and rimming etc.. for ages, but I've found I like being degraded, as you'll read below. Lately I've taken to going to the floor below at work and going into a cubicle. That floor is pretty quiet, so I can have a nice long wank uninterrupted. I started getting dirty and fantasizing about being pissed on, and, whilst naked on my knees, have taken to licking the cubicle toilet seat. This has advanced to cleaning under the seat and around the bowl with my tongue. Then the side of the toilet and the floor. Today I went one stop further. I was feeling bold. So I stood by the wall-mounted porcelain urinals and began wanking. Not naked - I'm not that bold as of yet. At first I began using my finger to wipe along the edge and then taste it, and found it tasted delicious. I had never been so turned on. Without hesitation I dropped to my knees, stuck my head into the urinal and licked up everything I could, all the the piss that was coating the porcelain. It was so good - and depraved. I couldn't help myself, and, within seconds, shot my cum on the floor. Usually once I cum, I'm done. Not this time. I dropped down and licked up my cum. Oh my god - it was the best. I kept it in my mouth and went into the cubicle and had another wank right away. I spat all the spit and cum out into my hand and used it to slowly finger my arse using two fingers as I'm rather tight. Licking my fingers, oh my god, I was in heaven. This was the first time I had ever tasted the combination of my arse and cum. It was amazing, definitely much hotter than pussy. My fingers came out of hole slightly dirty, if you know what I mean, which somehow made the experience even hotter. So dirty and exciting. It's an amazing feeling. I need to eat cum direct from someone's arse. I think I'm a bottom - I need to be fucked, wish I could eat cum direct from my own arse, LOL. Maybe I need to play with another bottom and a top.

I've really never cared for 'the money shot'. Just a waste of cum, even if it is just a squirt or two before shoving back in. The hottest videos I've seen had great close-ups of the tops cock and balls, and you could see the balls jump and his cock pulsing as he unloaded shot after shot and you just know that the bottom is getting flooded. That really got me hot, but maybe it's just me.

Sounds like it's just not the right choice for you emotionally xxww. I was just in a six-year open relationship that ended -- ultimately what did us in was less the open part, and more the long-distance situation we found ourselves in. When we were together in one place for four years, the open relationship was almost never an issue. We played apart and together, very frequently just the two of us but sometimes in three-ways or with other couples, one or two bathhouse excursions, etc. The only time openness was ever a problem during that time was a moment early in the relationship, when he concealed the fact that he was hooking up with someone from me on a night when I needed him, emotionally. I made it very clear that wasn't acceptable, and it never happened again. Ultimately we found ourselves living long-distance for an extended period -- two years -- and in that case, our openness DID lead to problems, because after a year or so I developed feelings for a hookup buddy. I told him about it, and told him that it could be serious, but he was unconcerned about it. I broke off the sexual relationship with this person, but remained friends; however, over time, i wanted more and more to be with him. It ultimately didn't pan out, but it did do damage. And even several months after all of that, when my partner still wasn't able to make the move out to where I live now (couldn't find appropriate work), we split, unable to keep it together anymore. Honestly, I see the problem much more as that of a long-distance relationship than an open one, because even through any feelings of jealousy, we were able to get through it by reasserting each other as our first concern. In an open relationship, your partner is THE most important person emotionally, and "logistically" as well (practical day-to-day life-partner stuff). And they remain the most important sexually even if you're not having sex, because what sex you do have is still governed by the terms you agree on together. If they need to change the terms for their emotional health, then you do it. But I couldn't have the most important person in my life be an absent person, and that's what committing to him long-distance was. Long-distance is bearable for a fixed amount of time, but with no set end date, I found it to be impossible. At the end of the day, I needed somebody here with me. I do think, when talking about a relationship that lasts for your entire life, a relationship with some degree of sexual openness is important for me, because variety keeps that part of my life -- my sexual confidence and expression -- vibrant and alive. But I'd still always want my partner involved in my sex life to some degree. And I also think it's crucial to start the relationship with an extended period of monogamy, to assert what commitment looks like when the chips are down.

Previously… “Thanks Theo”, I managed to keep control of myself to say. Theo looked at me and said “I’ll leave Gavin here to keep an eye on ya too lad, but I’ve got to go. You get any flack from any of them you let me know. Now let this fella take care of ya – hey, lad? What’s yer name?” “You can call me Kurk” Right so… So as Theo left, he told me to lock the door behind him. I was still clear-headed enough to stand up and do it. The lock turned with a satisfying click. I started to relax again. All that crazy outside could just wait. My arse was throbbing, a deep sensory overload rhythmically crashed over me like a wave, where all I could think about was my frazzled beaten ass, and then like wave it retreated. I turned back to Iain and Kurk. Part of me wondered how fucked-up I must look to them, but then this negative thought was countered with the saving grace of every chem party that I’ve been to since, which is the realisation that everyone expects everyone else to become totally fucked up, so you can fly your freaky fucked-up flag high! Another part of me wondered if they’d overheard the exchange in the hall, but then I reassured myself they couldn’t have had. Not from here, and not with all the shit they were on. Looking at them now, I definitely was not alone in my fucked-upedness. Iain was staring up at me grinning like a mad yoke. Obviously that fuck-tonne of MDMA he’d snorted was keeping him nice and buoyant. As a rugby player for the Northern Irish squad he’d been there when Simon had told me that he knew my tabloid journalist identity. Well he’d been there, but he hadn’t really been there. He’d been more focussed on sucking my cock clean from his and Simon’s ass juice and my cum, or else he’d been fixated on that big black dildo, and for that I was grateful. One less problem to worry about. And then there was Kurk. I turned to look over at him when another wave of sensation hit me. This time the pain felt …less acute, and more …detached? When the wave subsided I was still standing against the back of the bathroom door in my harness and chaps, Kurk was sitting on the bathroom floor trying to focus on me. He had asked me a question. I answered “Surry wee lad, whuh didja say” (Wow some serious slurring going on here – get it together lad). “So why am I trip-sitting you lad? What did you take?” I struggled to get the words out, “Slater shuvved… ahem… Slater shoved ketamine up my hole”. He raised his eyebrows at that, “well those lads can play very rough if you’re not clear with em.” I guess that was one way of looking at it, and try as I might to hole on to it, I was starting to lose my anger as whatever it was in my system continued to melt into me. Kurk continued, “Special K you say? That’s mad! I snorted some before coming in here too. Truth is, I think I was falling into a bit a K-hole before you came in”. He laughed gently as he struggled to get up in the steamy bathroom air. I laughed too, fucking perfect! This’ll be the blind leading the blind, or at least in this case, the K’d-up leading the K’d-up. I looked over at Iain, “how about you Iain? How are you keeping?” Iain was now sitting on the toilet while running his hands over his impressive physique. He kept circling his hands back to rub his nipples, licking one and then the other thumb to make his nipples glisten in the artificial light. He blinked and looked up me “did you say there’s Special K doing the rounds lad?” I shook my head and then remembered the pills in the bathroom cabinet. “No K Iain but maybe there’s something here we can take?” I looked around. The bathroom was laid out in a rectangle with the toilet opposite the bedroom door. Everything was tastefully decorated in Connemara Marble – a gorgeous mottled green limestone from the west of Ireland. Looking in from the door, the sink with bathroom cabinet overhead was directly beside the toilet in the middle of the room. This was where Iain had gotten the Caverject earlier on 0 Was that were I’d seen the pills? To the right of that again was a bidet and then a wooden standalone Ikea shelving unit – something probably with some unpronounceable Swedish name like Tråll or Øresond or something. It had drawers below and shelves above holding at least five rolled up fluffy towels and lots of bath accessories, and a drawer was open revealing a variety of sex toys – a vibrator, a portable douche, some butt plugs and what looked to be a fleshjack. I groggily decided I’d try out the fleshjack once I could think straight again. I always wanted to give them a go. And then there was the minipool… Fuckin hell. No accounting for taste I guess. Up against the bedroom wall and dominating the room was a half-full built-in mini-pool/Jacuzzi and shower complex, even with hot water jets. It was raised up off the floor about a metre and was the size of four or five normal baths. Cause of the angle, I hadn’t seen it when looking in at Iain last time, who could comfortably have seated his whole rugby team in it. Whatever Simon did in the courts, freeing IRA hitmen, absolving crooked RUC (our cops), well, it was definitely working for him. I for one, didn’t have a giant Jacuzzi/pool in my bathroom. I barely had enough toilet paper half the time! Another wave of short-circuitry overload hit me. This time the pain felt more distant. Like it was still in the same room as me, but we were old friends who could keep a comfortable silence together. Woah… I felt the rhythm of these waves was increasing. Was this like what pregnant women feel with increasing contractions or some shit? Coming back to the reality of the bathroom, I could see the guys staring at me. Kurk interrupted my reverie, “how are you feeling lad?” I replied, making sure not to slur, “um a bit out of it… and way too hot and sweaty to be honest. Everything’s getting a bit vague, more and more.” Kurk pulled himself up off the floor to sit on the lip of the pool, his pale taut naked stomach concertina’d as he did so – not an ounce of extra heft – just all six pack. He was a bit damp and still had some water droplets settled like dew in his short dark hair, his sparse chest hair and down his treasure trail to his thick pubes. Once he was properly up, he tapped the space beside him, beckoning me to sit down. His watery blue eyes looked to my harness and chaps and then widened when they focussed on my heavy semi-hard cock swinging in-between. He shook his head and regained focus, “maybe you should take the leather off?” Good idea. I quickly unbuckled the harness. However the chaps would be a bit of a problem. They were laced at the back. Kurk saw my confusion and beckoned me over. “Turn around” he ordered. I did so and heard the sharp gasp as he saw my raw ass cheeks. “What the fuck happened you?” he asked. I grunted back, “that Slater fella again. He took being dom a bit too far”. I could feel Kurk running his fingers over my red arse cheeks. “Does this hurt?” “Actually, no” I replied honestly, “the K seems to have numbed the pain, but I get these waves of disconnect…” I felt Kurk’s hand slow and pull off my cheeks. “I’m just gonna have a look at your hole now fella, if that’s alright?” I felt slightly sweeter toward Kurk now. Without Sven, he seemed to be a lot more into the little things that people like, like consent and all that malarkey. Another wave hit me. All the positive feelings I’d felt toward Kurk seemed amplified. Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I knew that this relationship had a sell-by-date. Someone would out me to him before the weekend was through. Then I’m sure that the best I could expect, was him completely cutting me out. The worst… well I didn’t want another repeat of how Tadhg reacted, and he’s only been in one scathing article of mine. Kurk and his affair with the homophobic first lady of Northern Ireland had been front page fodder for a half year or so – which is …forever, in newspaper time. As the wave grew, the sweetness I felt toward Kurk intensified, my awareness seemed to detach a little and I could rationally know that I was arching my back and spreading my cheeks for Kurk, but I didn’t really feel it. Instead I could feel how the energy between Kurk and my ass was getting closer and closer. I pulled my cheeks wider. The energy shifted as Kurk reached up to wipe away some lube, or powder. He pulled his hand back down. I willed myself to say through the receding wave, “uhn uh, could you do that again?” “Do what lad?” “Just rub your finger on my hole – I want to check how numb I am down there” Kurk chuckled and smiled a beautiful smile at me. “Sure thing lad. Tell me if it hurts there though”, His dulcet south Belfast accent was melting me too – I know many avoid a strong Belfast accent – the way he would say “there” as “thur” and end most sentences on a strong upward inflection. Many try their whole lives to get rid of the harsher parts of their accent, but I fucking loved it. It reminded of the rougher kids I went to school with – the ones I jacked off to in my fantasies as soon as I learned to masturbate. With that I felt Kurk bring his thumb down on my sore swollen sphincter, gently pressing against my still tight pucker and moving in a circular motion. I looked back at him again. His slim young pale body with his ghost-like pale skin, and a super-tight stomach, which didn’t even crease over his belly button as he squatted – fucking 23 year olds! He caught me giving him the once-over and grinned at me as he increased pressure from his thumb. I looked down to his cock – semi-hard, hooded and growing harder as he started to jack it – nice! Kurk started adding another finger and then a third, then the front of his fist as he made up and down motions against my hole. I rubbed back in sync as he graduated up to the whole side of his hand. I ground his hand up and down my crack from above my hole to the end of my taint. Kurk avoided working outside my crack though, keeping pressure off my two rosy cheeks, for fear of hurting me. Honestly though, with the special K, the whole area was fairly numb. I ground down on his hand to feel more sensation. To be honest, the thought of what I was doing - that was more of a turn on than the few nerve impulses that managed to make their way to my brain’s pleasure centre. This was a weird mind-fuck – and then another wave crashed over me. The waves were getting stronger. That last one felt like I wasn’t even there anymore. Something – some knot of sensation and attraction and blood and cum was there, but I couldn’t well say whether it was me, Kurk or Iain. I looked over at Iain, who was tweaking his nipples, looking at my display. Kurk had shifted position and was currently rimming me – how long was I gone that time? How did I not notice I was being rimmed? Again the act of rimming on my numb hole was cerebrally nice to look back at, but hadn’t even registered physically. Then my cock felt warm. I looked down to see Kurk had moved down to start sucking it backwards from behind me. I was still semi hard cause of the Caverject, and if he kept going, it wouldn’t be long till this position was impossible. His hand reached up to my waistband as he did this and I could hear him tugging at my laces. I felt more heat near my balls as Kurk continued to mouth-fuck me and tried to take as much of me in him as possible. I ground myself down into his mouth – his dark red lips were even more livid pulled tight around my shaft. Fuck me, that kid was hot. Soon enough I was stepping out of the chaps and broke contact with Kurk (his bruised-looking fleshy red lips looked empty as I pulled out) to bring them with my harness to make a pile by the door. Fuck! My legs felt really heavy, even with just walking that short bit across the bathroom. Iain, on that side of the room, sitting by the toilet, caught my leg and started stroking his hand up and down it. I looked down to him. His eyes were widely dilated as he looked up to me, his other hand jacking his meaty cock. However, hunky rugby player or not, I thought it’d be best to sit with Kurk. At least he was also going through what I was. I bent down and kissed Iain on the lips. He tasted of mouthwash and flicked his tongue across mine. “Sorry Iain, but I’m gonna go sit by Kurk. I’m feeling pretty disconnected with the K” Iain shrugged and asked “is there anything more of that around?” I thought and didn’t particularly want to reopen the bathroom door, so I thought again about the pills in the cabinet. I reached over the sink and opened the small cabinet where Iain got the Caverject. I quickly found the baggy of pills. “Iain – what are these?” Iain brightened up when he saw them and said, “Oh fuck yeah, I’d forgotten where they were. They’re my stash of Ecstasy. I didn’t know how good they were – Mircko, Lee, Si and me took some before we contacted you, but they took a long time to hit and it wasn’t until after we’d talked to you that they peaked. It was before you came over, which is when Mircko, Lee and Simon really gave me a good seeing to, heh”. He twisted his right nipple and chuckled with the memory of this. I remembered the Polish looking guy and the other silver daddy Lee – still in good shape with defined hairy pecs – in fact lots of salt and pepper body-hair, but anyone would find it hard to be compared as “the other silver fox” to Simon’s golden god-bod. I’d seen Mircko fisting Lee in the other guestroom. The one I was expected to be in right now. No wonder Slater had spiked me with K. My ass could probably take some serious damage right now and I wouldn’t mind. Those four must have take turns gang-banging Iain while I was showering at home, just before I left for this place. Iain related how Mircko had fucked Lee till he came, then used Lee’s cum to lube his cock back into Iain’s hole and cum up there. The thought of what had happened minutes before I came in to this place was hot. My semi-hard cock bobbed in front of Iain and he opened his mouth and took it – no hands. I chuckled “I’m afraid, I washed my cock just before coming in here lad” remembering Iain’s indiscriminate love of ass-to-mouth. He let go and nuzzled his face against my hard 10 inch boner. There was a bit of spit or precum coming off it and Iain rubbed his lips and cheek and many-times-broken nose against it, leaving a silvery trail – getting marked by me. There was something delightfully perverse and sub about the way Iain, the big strapping rugby prop forward, debased himself for any cock. I took some pills out of the baggy. They were white and had a dove logo stamped on them and I tried to remember if there’d been any warnings about white dove pills in the last while. I thought about my increasing trippiness with the K and how maybe it’d be good to set up a rush to keep things positive in case I did find myself stuck in a K hole. Kind of like how you take pills before LSD to ensure a good trip. I looked down to Iain, who was sucking my cock again. Fuck – how’d I not notice that? “How many pills did you take last time?” “Just one, but I guess you can add the MDMA to that tally as well” I did the maths in my head – he’d done at least two or three lines of MDMA. He’d need to redose with about half that. I bit a pill in half and gave him one and a half of them with some water. I turned to Kurk who was fixated on the pool’s controls. “Kurk… Kurk! …KURK!?” Kurk zoned in again – I wasn’t the only one wandering off it seemed. “Kurk, did you do any pills apart from the MDMA?” He shook his head. Offering him the glass and pill I said, “here’s one and some water” and when he’d swallowed, I took the pill and a half I’d set aside for myself. God those things were bitter! I crossed the room. Again it felt like my legs were made of lead. Turning back, I saw Iain had already started dusting off Hugo. A man who knew what he wanted! I sat down on the pool edge, and immediately stood up again. Fuck! Direct pressure on my ass still made it sting like a motherfucker! Kurk looked me over and smirked as he looked down to my welted ass and realised my predicament. “Of course!” he exclaimed, “that can’t feel fun. Hang on…” Kurk reached behind himself and found the tap. Setting the temperature to a luke-warm, he sat into the pool on the inbuilt shelf that ran along one side – there was enough room for at least two if not three on that shelf alone. I stood and zoned out again as another wave crashed over my consciousness. When I came back, the pool had filled up. That time all I remember was the pleasant sounds of the water gushing. Once it was nice and full, the 23 year old beckoned me in. I stepped in at the deeper side and slowly bent my knees. My hot ass hit the water and I was worried the effect would sting, but instead it felt cooling – like camomile lotion when you’ve the chicken pox. I sighed with palpable relief and turned to my young saviour. “Dude, this feels wonderful, how can I repay you?” Kurk looked past me, his eyes out of focus. I waded over to him and waved my hand in front of his face. “Kurk, are you listening?” He snapped back to me, “oh man this stuff is heavy, um, maybe lets drain the pool a little. I don’t want us having any accidents” – which by the way, looking back now was a very fucking smart move on Kurk’s behalf – lads NEVER mix Ket and baths…. Bad idea! He turned around and kneeling on the inner shelf with his torso fully out of the water and his back to me, the young lad started to turn the control for the drain. The moving water swirling past my feet, my legs, my ass, felt wonderful. The K really started to hit as I stood there, hip-deep, then thigh deep in the water. The feeling of buoyancy and the energy of the luke warmwater was fascinating, but I was having difficulty keeping track of who was experiencing this – who was I? As soon as I realised I was having problems hanging on to my sense of self, the “sense of self” that perceived that, slipped away and then I* realised that I was having difficulty understanding or pinning things down. I got stuck in this chase for my own sense of self. Then I remember gradually raising my hand out of the water and marvelling at the pearls that dripped off one by one as if time slowed down, the droplets looking more like 2D circles than 3D spheres. As the water level went down, I unconsciously lowered myself to my knees to be once again enveloped by it. The ketamine worked on my perception of my senses – where I define my body - where it begins and ends, and in that water I couldn’t figure that out. As the wave of ketamine intensified, my awareness freed itself from my body and I became an underwater being, a water elemental, a selkie, a water current come to life. The sheer joy and beauty of it is so hard to describe probably cause we’re visual creatures and our language has developed to describe mostly what we see. Ketamine instead ups your other more mental sensations – you know those sensations of how you know someone behind you is looking at you, or when you feel you’re being followed, or in a dark room how you can tell the room’s dimensions. Well multiply all that by a thousand and then fuck with it. I knew how to estimate dimensions alright, but I’d no idea if they were the dimensions of the room I was in or the memory of my childhood bedroom or maybe mapping out the landscape of some blockbuster superhero movie I’d gone to see that week. One of my exes Kevin swore K helped him to speak to god who was currently being channelled through a homeless black woman in New York, and whatever did happen, it helped him put a lot of his issues in perspective. He was always much more chilled after that. For me, I’d only really tried it when Kevin sourced some again after that first experience and the four of us (me and my three exes Kevin, Andrew and Joe) spent the weekend trapped on the bed, rolling our naked bodies together like planets that were in orbit of each-other. My sense of distance was judged by how close the other guys in the room were, and not where inconsequential things like walls, bodies or directional coordinates like up or down were. That weird 2D dimension sense started to kick in again and I felt I was stepping outside myself, seeing my kneeling body, hip-deep in the deeper part of the pool. Right in front of me was Kurk, thigh deep in the water and kneeling on the shallow shelf and his back and ass to me – more like a gay erotic cartoon than real-life though. He’d spaced out as well and had let the drain stay open - which was a smart move, looking back at it now. He was currently slowly squeezing a squeeze-top shower gel bottle – he’d covered his whole hand with shower gel and was watching the goo slowly slide over his knuckles. I reached my hand over to him and my body’s vision flashed back in to show my hand reaching out and caressing his right thigh. Back in my out-of-body view I watched as Kurk turned and said something unintelligible to me. He was smiling and as I ran my hand up to his ass, my awareness shifted gear again to zoom in on the action of my hand running up the side of Kurk’s leg. Each hair I ran over felt like a giant redwood being knocked down in a forest, my hand was an unstoppable force of nature – a landslide sweeping everything in its path. The landslide approached a rise in the land it was spilling over, the foothills of a mountain. Not just any mountain but a huge mountain. Bigger than any on Earth. Olympus Mons growing out of the Martian landscape pushing out through the thin Martian atmosphere into actual space… I moved my hand up over the dome of his arse. My vision shifted gear once again. Now I wasn’t seeing as much as sensing. The mouth leaned forward. The human in front leaned back and opened its ass. Pressure and soft skin. The tongue navigated steam, hair, sweat, tightness – much tightness, inaccessibility. The hands helped and the tightness lessened. Gear shift. I could hear my breath. I was breathing into Kurk McCaimble’s hairy ass. His hole was young, tight and vivid pink underneath the dusting of dark hairs. I moved in again to lick it, moving the closest wiry hairs out of the way. He jolted as I touched tongue to his pucker. The self-aware energy that poured through that connection – it was like water from a burst dam, but going both ways. I knew he wanted to grind into my tongue, and I knew he knew I was braced and ready for it – the water had continued to drain till there was only a few centimetres left. Kurk followed up his body language and pushed back, the rimming got more intense and started to turn into proper tongue-fucking. I slipped my hands further up his arse. My right index finger pushed forward to play with his hole while I continued licking. Spitting on my finger, I started to probe the tight know of muscle. Kurk bucked at my invasion. I guess he didn’t usually bottom, cause next thing I know I could feel the muscles further up Kurk’s back were tensing. I looked up to see his right arm reaching for another knob. Then all of sudden – rain. The shower was on. I had to immediately stop rimming cause anyone will tell you, rimming in a shower is like waterboarding, you can’t do it and breathe at the same time. Kurk turned around to me as I adjusted to the warm water flowing down on me from the two rows of six massive shower heads spaced above the pool. Simon really loved his bathroom fixtures. Kurk was now sitting on the edge of the pool in front of all the knobs. He was laughing with pleasure from the water. He stood up on the inner shelf so his cock was above my head height. He made another sound, but I couldn’t hear him over the increasing rush of the water. Increasingly Kurk’s laughter seemed to come from further and further away. I could understand his sheer joy. The percussion of the water droplets from the oversized showers was divine. I felt I was I some tropical water world. I lay back and let the water hit my chest in a sharp staccato pitter patter. Being in the shower on K was intense – I felt my consciousness could travel through the droplets but only the closest ones, before the first or second millisecond before they hit my body – that was some weird boundary to my being. My mind could inhabit these perfect little spheres of water – each of them mini-universes in their own right – cyclical, phasing through their own big bangs and rising and falling of civilisations, my mind was like a god spirit to each of these as they crashed up on my skin and were destroyed. But more were ever coming. Such was the cycle. I slipped into a trance of trying to chase my own consciousness in through the waterdroplets, for who knows how long. In the distance I made out a big pink shape come through the waterworld. Ian stepped into the pool and gathered me up like a rag-doll into a crushing kiss. His broken nose pressing into mine, his lips pulled tight, the rush of air from my lungs to his, all while the water enclosed our twosome in a constant roar. Iain was only readable in pieces. The three dimensional plane had broken into flat fragments. Jet-black hair plastered to his forehead. Eyes closed, water trickling over feminine long lashes. My hands on his white pumped-up pecs. Water droplets building up on dropping off his erect pink nipples. His mouth descending on me for another kiss. His tongue battling mine. He tasted of strength and bitter ecstasy tablets. He turned me around facing Kurk, though I couldn’t see him through the rain, and all of a sudden I was cold. The rain had stopped. I wanted so desperately to re-enter the beautiful water-world, but as I my confusion died down, I could hear Iain and Kurk talking. Oh. They were talking to me. I remember not feeling any of the typical paranoia you feel with other drugs where you worry that people will see how high you are. Any concern like that seemed from so far away. They repeated themselves. Something about kneeling. I knelt down and could sense Iain’s big dick and heavy balls just hanging out of my vision over my right shoulder. In front of me were Kurk’s hairy pale legs. I looked up to Kurk to see if I could make out what was going on. He was hold his heavy flaccid cock in his hands, no, not fully flaccid, what’s the word, tumescent. I heard more noises. My skin was growing colder. Someone said something ending in an upper inflection. They asked a question. It came from so far away. The question was repeated and I needed to answer it. But I started to feel that there was this growing distance between me and the lads. Remembering what Theo said – about avoiding a K-hole, I remembered advice from years ago from Kevin. Just that if I ever found myself in a K-hole, to remember to relax and understand that there were layers to everything. Consciousness is an emergent property of our nerves firing together. Society is an emergent system a layer higher than that. We’re always part of each layer. With that I felt very chill again. I was riding the K trip, on the crest of the wave, holons higher than mere individual consciousness and so I nodded, thinking that might be the right answer to start the water again. I leaned back against Iain’s sturdy legs as Kurk’s body grew increasingly fragmented. All my vision was becoming fractured. The world began to look like I was looking through a kaleidoscope. That was when the first splash came back. Not of water, though it was the same warmth, no this was saltier. It was strong smelling. What … Oh… Kurk was pissing on me. I knew there was a part of me that should be a little pissed at this. I wasn’t a natural sub, as I’d repeatedly proven to myself over the night. But that part of me was very far away. I felt the pure golden energy pour, washing over me and I raised my brow to get more fully under the stream. It felt raw and clear and was beautiful. I was a penitent monk and this was my baptism, I was reborn in this yellow straw coloured stuff of heat and wet and connection to something holy. To this day, trippy songs like Robyn and Royksopp’s “Monument” bring me back to this moment. Maybe it was playing outside in the master bedroom. The very edge of the liquid molecules of piss as they flowed over my skin seemed to be a wave of miniature hands caressing my body – taking me in, accepting me. Kurk was pissing, pouring his love and acceptance on me and I took it in. I raised my head even more and it started to sprinkle against my lips, beckoning me, inviting me. Open up! “Let me in!” Kurk’s disembodied head seemed to say as it formed out of the green marble tiling. I couldn’t say no, I opened my lips and let the fine amber wine flow down into my mouth. I’d tasted piss before so I wasn’t too shocked by the sour taste. In fact, the more I tasted it, the more subtle flavours I could tease from it – bitter notes of coffee and dark chocolate. I needed more. I opened my mouth further and arched my neck to get the stream directly hitting the back of my throat. I let my mouth cavity fill up and then gargled the piss as more came in. The agitated piss slipped out over my mouth and poured down the side of my face again. As I arched my back further and further, so my head was held parallel to the floor, the piss started to swash up and over my upper lip. It trickled and then flowed down my nostrils – more holes that needed anointing. I needed piss all over me. I rubbed my hands on face, moving that piss through my hair, up in and around my eyes, behind my jaw, in my ears – “don’t forget to wash behind your ears” I heard my mother’s voice say. Fuck – I was tripping. As I lost myself to the bliss of Kurk’s golden shower, after a while, he reached the end and he was stopping and starting his flow. The top of my head gently bopped off of Iain’s hung balls still behind me. I looked over to the rugby player, and as I did Kurk fully finished. As I looked up to the built fucker, my gaze climbing steadily up his defined six, no, eight pack and bulging tit-pecs, I knew I wanted his piss too. I needed to be marked by both of them. I tried to get my heavy legs to work. My mind tried to re-enter my body. No luck. I tried to communicate with Iain. As he wasn’t on K – but still really high, it took him a while to figure out what I wanted. He reached down, and with very little effort, pulled me up into his arms, turned me to face him and made me sit back down on my ass on the pool’s floor. Then grabbing my legs by the knees, he upended me, so I was balanced on my shoulders in a small puddle of piss. The smell of Kurk’s piss got noticeably stronger down in that puddle. Iain put my hands on my ass cheeks and made me spread them, giving him a bullseye to aim for. He chewed on my reddened hole for a bit and whacked his cock off my arse. At that point though, my ass cheeks were totally numb. “Anoint me” I think I* croaked, though I couldn’t be sure. Either way, a few seconds later I saw the first few dribbles come out of Iain’s cock. It must have been tough for him, as he was on uppers too, but he managed a steady flow after a few minutes of cajoling from Kurk and I. My hole was open and like my mouth before I let it fill up with this precious juice. I barely felt it to be honest, but I knew it was important to get marked by these men. I was Achilles getting bathed in invulnerability. I was Siegfried bathing in dragon’s blood. I was a dragon, but to connect with my prey I had to be absolved. To understand the other side of things – both sides now. Clouds. Fuck! Trippin balls. The piss quickly overflowed my ass and as it passed over my body the rivulets divided and sub-divided as they made their way down. Piss trickled down my legs, my back, my sandwiched upside-down stomach, my small pecs, down my neck into my hair, onto the floor. Little rivulets ran down my upside-down and still-hard cock, which was pointed at my face and made it look like I was pissing my self. I opened my mouth to the juices dripping from my cock and was surprised by the difference in taste between Kurk and Iain. Still. Iain’s piss tasted more like honey and weed - herby, less bitter than the coffee/dark chocolate tastes of Kurk earlier. And then Iain was done too. I remember turning myself around and lapping at the piss puddled under me – I couldn’t waste any of it. I’d never been such a piss pig before or after this. Maybe I was copying Iain as he bent down beside me to lick the piss from my skin. God we were such fuckin perves. I realised I* was on all fours then as Iain started to work his semi hard cock into me. Gone were my inhibitions about bottoming. If I could take Orson, I could take Iain. I ground back on him, opening up enough for his sloppy semi-hard cock. There’s something beautiful about being so open that people can “push rope” into you. However the K had really worked a wonder on me and so I ended not remembering or feeling much of anything over the next forty minutes or so, as Kurk and Iain took turns fucking my ass. I remember at one point Kurk felt he could piss again and pissed inside me for a bit, but again I didn’t feel it. We all took turns fucking eachother – but the memory of the forty minutes got really jumbled after the piss-play. I’ve a distinct memory of fucking Kurk – reverse cowboy style while telling him I loved him. I mean obviously that was the Ecstasy talking, but it’s still sweet to remember that. Later I remember working with Kurk to get Hugo further into Iain (again). All in all, K’s a double edge sword and candy flipping with ecstasy mightn’t have been my smartest move. More experienced mates of mine just shook their head when they heard about my overall drug tally. I tripped balls but also wrecked myself with all the drugs trying to command my body and awareness to do five different things at once. The overall trip was also a bit manic and … uncomfortable? That’s a holder word until I find a better way to describe feeling like your skin’s gonna crawl off while you sit in one place and wonder why gravity doesn’t work anymore, and continually have to ask yourself - which way is the centre of the earth? After that weekend I swore I’d never do K again as a party and play drug, or at least never booty bump it. I later broke both of those promises to myself, but I’ve still kept one promise – do K on its own without anything else. I’ve since figured out how to have a beautiful trip from it that I can remember much better than mere mental snap shots of getting a giant dildo hilt deep in some young beefcake rugby player. * These are probably good points to interject that when I wrote “I”, I really meant “It” cause I was feeling super-disconnected from my body at this point. Not fully out-of-body, but close enough. When eventually I started to realise who I was, I was straddled over Iain in the pool, squatting over his face, while Kurk sat on his cock, bouncing up and down while his own cock was making a mesmerising helicopter spin. There was knocking on the door. Wait – what was I doing? I felt some tentative licking on my hole. “Go on, just see if you can” I realised that Iain had cajoled me into trying to take a dump in his mouth – he was such a filthy bastard! Luckily (for my feelings anyway) I’d not been able to perform – the ecstasy had fully kicked in and I was coming up. Also I’m pretty sure I’d nothing left up in there at this stage – it’d been nearly half a day since I came there. This time yesterday I’d been eating chilli-fries at a rugby match watching the guy currently rimming me fight a losing battle against the All-Blacks. Damn, life is full of weird twists and turns. Whether it was the E or what I burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. The knocking came back louder now and I swivelled my head and was delighted I could focus my attention again – My attention. I knew who I was again! My trip down the rabbit hole was coming to a close. “Guys? Are you ok?” It was Orson.

Part XII As my ass was being pounded over and over, my mind was still completely befuddled. What the hell am I doing? Then it was like omg I want this to never end. Back and forth, what a conflict, but the wanting was far greater and the feeling of pleasure of that beauty of a cock ravishing my hole and rubbing my prostate was too much to ignore. My bud was getting faster now and harder. It felt like he was trying to drive me through the table we were on, but the pleasure never stopped. In and out went his cock driving us both crazy with pleasure. Then I could actually feel his cock seem to expand more and more and I knew he was getting close to filling my hole with his POZ cum, again, and I wanted every drop of it. Then with one more mighty thrust as deep and hard as he could, I felt his cock start to throb and knew he was cumming in me and my own cock started to spew my cum between us at the same time. He ground into me and then it was done. He rolled off of me and then scooped up the cum on our stomachs from my orgasm and licked it off of his fingers and then leaned over me and kissed me, feeding my own cum into my mouth, with a deep kiss. As we both started to recover, I noticed that a couple of more guys, I had never seen before, had entered the tent and were standing next to the table. They were both naked as well and my eyes almost bugged out of my head as I noticed they both had hardons that looked like they might have extra legs. They looked like twin cocks and had to each be around a foot long and bigger around than my wrist. My buddy then told me that this was the surprise he had told me about when I got there. They had just come in last night and he had told them about me and they both wanted to try me out. I just stared, thinking there was no way anything that big could possibly get in me. As my bud got up, one of the new guys climbed on the table in his place and lifting my legs up he crawled between them and and started to rub his huge cock around my hole. I was scared out of my mind and could only think that there was no way that could possibly go in my little hole. Then he started to push and to my surprise I could feel it edging its way in, slowly but surely and then with a pop, the head was in me and then he started to sink further and further into me. My head just rocked back and forth as I moaned out, no, no, stop, it is way too big, but he didn't stop and kept pushing deeper into me. It seemed like forever when I realized his stomach was against me and his whole mammoth cock had to buried all the way in me. I couldn't believe it. With only a few seconds of waiting he then pulled back and slammed it into me hard. I almost screamed with the pain of that thrust and could actually feel the lips of my ass split some. I knew he had torn me up with that thrust and tried to stop but couldn't move as he started to pile drive my ass faster and faster and harder and harder. My pain became pleasure again and I found myself pushing my ass back at him on every instroke. My head rolled from side to side as I could only moan in pleasure. I barely registered my original buddy leaning down to tell me, have fun, these two probably have the highest viral levels of poz cum of any of us here, so you are being very well bred. For the next two hours, these two new guys, took turns, pounding my hole. First one for a while and then the other one would climb on. Finally, the first one to go, told me he was ready and I could feel every single throb of his monster cock as he came for what seemed like forever in me. Then the other monster cock was back in me and after another 10 minutes he told me he was ready and again the throbs and huge amount of cum were deposited in me and this time I felt my own cock erupt again and as he had basically tipped me almost upside down by then, my cock was pointed right at my face and I opened my mouth and my cum filled my mouth full as I gulped it down my throat.

I am so glad you guys are enjoying it! Thanks for the comments. Part: 10 So I spent the next few months taking poz load after poz load. My son turned 18 but stayed in town and went to the local college. The wife still had no sex appetite but that was fine by me. Honestly, our marriage was better than it ever was. One day I got an updated notification on the app. “it’s time to share your gift. We know you enjoy taking a poz load, but how about giving one? Help our community grow. With this new app upgrade (platinum level) you can toggle on your app between top and bottom. Happy hunting.” Fuck, this was a new twist. I had been having so much fun being a cum dump I didn’t care about topping but now that the app mentioned it. The idea of spreading my seed turned me on. I was home alone again so I figured I would try the new feature, I flipped the app to top, entered notes and hit search. Within 10 minutes I got a notification. There was a bottom on his way. This would be the first time fucking in my house. I was a bit nervous but the family was gonna be gone for a few hours so I should be ok. The front doorbell rang. I opened it and there stood a guy, pretty cute, looked college age. Nice and fit with a huge smile on his face. “You ordered?” “Come on in, how old are you?” “19 sir” Fuck, so young, my cock twitched. I was leading him to my bedroom when we walked by my son’s room. I don’t know why, but I turned and went in there again. Something about fucking my poz load into this 19-year-old kid on my sons bed turned me on. I pushed the kid onto the bed on all fours. I dove face first into his ass. It was so smooth, I forced my tongue up his hole. Opening him up, getting him nice and wet. I slipped a finger into his ass. I had seen videos on line about tops pozing so I had let my nails grow. I stretched his ass, digging in my nails, scratching him up. I finally pulled out and there was a tinge on pink on my fingers. He was ready, I lined my cock up with his pussy and went right in. The kid grunted and started moaning, bucking back onto my cock. Fuck, young pussy felt so good. I couldn’t wait to shoot my poz load into him. He was getting a bit loud and I didn’t want the neighbors to hear. I looked around and saw my son’s dirty laundry. Fucking kid living in a pigsty. I reached down and grabbed a pair of my son’s dirty underwear and shoved them into this kids mouth to keep him quiet. I started to pick up pace, just the thought of busting my poz load into this kid had me going so I couldn’t hold on for long. I felt the familiar urge and I went balls deep, squirting load after load into this kid. Fuck, I came down from my high and pulled out. The kid immediately turned around and licked my dick clean, then looked up at me and said “thank you.” Fuck this kid was good. It was hot enough to get me going again and I pumped a second load into him before sending him on his way.

FS PART 8 About a week later, I got sick, really sick. If it was the flu it was the worst flu I have ever had. I decided to go to the doctor, but not any doctor, I was going to go to the one that Professor gave me the card for. I found it and called the number on it. There was on answer, just a message about no appointments needed, just come in and you would be seen. I decided that’s what I could do. I dressed like it was ten below outside, even though it was in the high eighties, but I was freezing. I got quite a lot of stares as i waited for my cab. Once he arrived i got in and gave him the address that I want to go to. “Are you sure that’s the address?” the cabbie said “it’s wants on the card,” “okay, but it might be a long shot. That address is for a clinic that has been shut down for a couple of years” “I just got the card about a week ago, maybe it’s a new clinic” My mind wondered, was this a set up, but with the way that I felt I didn’t care. I just closed my eyes, laid my head back and enjoyed the ride. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew the cabbie was yelling at me to pay up and get out. Shit I must have been out cold. The building i met at I stepped out of the cab was more than run down, it looks as if it should have been condemned. It was too late to leave, because the cab sped off leaving me standing on the curb. Shrugging my shoulders I walked towards the door and entered. The inside was worse than the out, yet there sat someone behind the information desk with their back towards the door. As I approached I could smell funnel cakes, weird, but there was a strong odor of funnel cakes. “Excuse me, but I am…..” I said, stopping short when she turned around and I saw that it was the bearded woman sitting behind the desk. I rubbed my eyes to make sure that i wasn’t hallucinating her. “Take the doors on the left, go down to the basement, then straight ahead to the last door on the right. Hurry now, the doctor is waiting for you.” the bearded lady said. I went through the door, and down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, i began to hear clowns laughing. I shock it off, thinking that it was just the flu messing with my mind. The more I went down the hall, the laughter was replace with upbeat carnival music, the funnel cake smell was gone, but popcorn took it’s place. I got to the last door and stopped. The name on the door grabbed my attention. I pulled the business card from my pocket and the names matched. Dr. Clown, was printed on the door as well as the card in big black letters. I closed my eyes and shook my head. You must be fucking kidding me, that was his name. I never paid attention to the name on the card. I reached out, opened the door and went in. As I entered, I noticed faded green chairs with worn seats lined up against the wall to my left, to my right was a sliding window with frosted glass that were closed and a door just to the left of that. The frosted glass slide open loudly, making me jump. Laughter erupted on the other side of the opening. It had an evil tone to it. “Good to see you again” Stinger said, “your bug chasing is reaping it’s reward, the fuck flu” “What the fuck” Stinger just laughed harder, sliding the glass window shut. I could see his outline move from the window. There I was alone in the waiting area to a doctor I didn’t know if he was legit or not. The lights flickered above, as chills shivered through my body. The door opened and Stinger motioned for me to come. My head hung in shame as I walked through the door, into a hall of doors. They lined each side of the hall. “Welcome to the fun house” Stinger said laugh, “Pick a door, any door” I pointed to the second door on the right. “That door, oh I wouldn’t pick that door” he said grinning. I pointed to the one across the hall from my first choice. “oh that’s a good door” he said again laughing. He was so different here in the office compared to being at the carnival. There was something different about him I didn’t know what. At the carnival he was forceful, here he was insane, everything was funny. He lead me to the door, opened it and pushed me in. He followed me in and shut the door behind him. Inside was an actual exam room, one you would see in a doctors office, it was just dated. Very dated. It almost looked as if one stepped back in time and was in the eighties. The lights flickered in here too, adding to the dated look and giving the room a more sinister look. “Strip, get on the table, and open wide” Stinger said. I slowly stripped naked and instantly got cold and hot. I knew my fever was getting worse. I had sweat running down my body, which only sent more chills through me. I could feel beads of sweat running down the middle of my back, enter my crack and run across my hole. I climbed on the exam table. “Open wide “ Stinger grabbed my knees and spread them wide. My cock and balls fell between my legs, just hanging there. I felt so bad that cock and cum were the furthest thing from my mind. Stinger moved to the corner just off to the right from the door. A knock came from the other side of the door, and it opened. My mouth dropped open when I saw the man on the other side. He wore just a lab coat, nothing else. I could see his bare legs extending from under the coat, his chest was stretching the coat’s buttons to their limits. He was at least six foot five, close to three-hundred pounds of solid muscle. He made professional bodybuilders look like twigs. “Stinger, Is this the man that hit is head at the carnival” asked the man “Hit his head, and just about any other head if you catch my drift” Stinger said snickering like a school kid. “I see” “I am Dr. Clown, don’t let the name fool you, I assure you I am a doctor. Please tell me what is going on. Is it your head that is bothering you?” “Not where I hit it” I replied using air quotes, “I have fever chills, aches, can't keep anything down” “Down, that’s a good one.” Stinger said laughing, “As I remember it he likes them up” “Okay let’s get started,” the doctor said. He pulled out some metal stir-ups and gently lifted my legs and placed them in. He then grabbed my hips and pulled my ass closer to the edge of the exam table. Stinger had moved from the corner and was now next to me. Using what looked like ripped up strips of bed sheets, he tied my arms to the exam table, tying down my left, then moved around and did the same to the right. Once Stinger had secured me to the exam table, Dr. Clown and he moved to the center of the room. Stinger started to unbutton the lab coat the doctor, exposing the massive chest underneath. It was fucking huge. My eyes were glued to his body slowly being exposed. When Stinger was close to exposing the doctors cock and balls, he took one step and blocked my view. “Oh Doctor what a big instrument you have” Stinger said. “Better to infect you with” My eyes widened as Stinger stepped away, giving me my first look of the doctors cock and balls. I knew then my troubles had come back.

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.

I prefer when the bottom doesn't get hard while getting bred because all concentration and feeling is centered in his cunt. I like his soft cock flopping around as he is getting rough fucked. I especially like the ones who can't even remember the last time they shot a load because it's all about their pussies - but, once in awhile accidents do happen and I end up fucking the cum out of the cock and sperm whore.

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

This happened close to 20 years ago, but I still remember it vividly as it is still one of the hottest sex episodes of my life. I was in El Paso, Texas on business for a few days. I had had a few really fun times at a very seedy xxx movie theater in the downtown area that week. The place was always full of Latino dick of every age, size and type. I was in heaven sucking on all the foreskin being fed to me in that place. But I had heard of a place out on the outskirts of town. Fiesta XXX Drive-In and sex shop. The place really way out in the desert, out in the middle of nowhere. I arrived there in the late afternoon and to my surprise the parking lot was quite full. I parked and entered the sex shop. I quickly found the arcade area. There was a large room with perhaps 10 or 12 video booths, some with glory holes. There was also a small video room with some ratty chairs and sofas. The room smelled of dried cum. There were even several puddles of fresh cum on the floor and on the leather of the sofa. The room was quite dark, and always a few guys in there. The arcade had a consistent group of at least a dozen guys cruising the booths and video room. I spent close to two hours sucking dicks through the glory holes and in the video room, sucking on well over a dozen cocks, and had been fed six or seven loads down my throat in that time. I was one of the few Caucasian guys there, as most of the guys were Mexican, in addition to a few black guys. I even got into a hot 69 with a young Latino kid on the sofa of the video room. I was getting tired and hungry, so I had decided I'd had enough. I was just getting ready to leave to head back into town to clean up and get some dinner. Just as I started to walk out of the video room I saw a newcomer: a tall, handsome, muscular guy who appeared to be half Black, half Latino. He had to be at least 6' 3" or taller, and was masculine and rough looking. I got the impression he may have been a construction or road repair worker. Anyhow, we made eye contact as he entered the room and he rubbed his crotch and sat down on one of the ratty sofas. I turned and walked back into the room and sat next to him on the sofa. He looked at me and continued to rub his crotch. Then he put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down to his crotch. "Suck me" he demanded. I leaned over as he pressed my face into the denim of his pants. I then got down on my knees, between his legs and began to unzip his fly. He unbuckled his pants and pulled his dusty Levi's and briefs down to the floor. His cock was already rock hard, and was a nice eight inch uncut dick with ample foreskin covering his cock head. In addition to his impressive length, it was one of the thickest dicks I had ever seen. I took it into my mouth and sucked and gently chewed on his gorgeous foreskin, sucking on it, flicking it with my tongue. Then I slid my tongue up into the foreskin and licked his piss slit. "Good faggot" he said, as he pressed my head further down onto his cock. The thickness made it difficult to take him too far down my throat, but I did the best I could before gagging and coming up for air. While I was sucking on him, he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. Then he lifted his legs, exposing his huge, low hanging balls and hairy asshole. "Suck my balls, queer." I did as I was told. His balls were salty and smelled of sweat. The smell was intoxicating. I licked both his balls, then took each of them into my mouth. "Lick my ass" he grunted, as he lifted his knees to his chest. I licked under his balls and down to his dark, puckered asshole. "Nice job, fag. Lick my hole, queer". I loved the names. And I really went to work licking and eating his nasty hole. I had my tongue as deep in his hole as I could get it. He was spreading his ass cheeks, giving me as much access to his hole as I could get. As I was eating his hole, several of the guys came around us, each man stroking his cock as he watched me servicing this hot, dark and aggressive guy. A skanky looking Mexican drag queen was trying to horn in and tried to suck his cock as I was licking his ass, but the top pushed the skank away, growling "Fuck off, Bitch!" Then he grabbed me under the arms, pulling me up as he stood up. "Come with me". He grabbed his pants and shoes and took me by the hand, pulling me with him as we left the video room and entered a private video booth. No sooner was the door closed than he pushed me back to my knees and I happily went back to sucking on his beautiful cock. As I was sucking him, he bent over, sliding his hand down inside the back of my sweatpants, finding my asshole. He rubbed my hole, obviously wanting to fuck me. At this time I was petrified of HIV, and rarely letting guys fuck me. Moreover, the few times I had been fucked, I had insisted the top use a condom. On this occasion, however, I had no condoms, and honestly wasn't interested in getting fucked in a filthy video booth, but the top obviously seemed to have his mind on putting his dick in my ass. He kept fingering and massaging my hole. "Show me your pussy, faggot" he demanded as he stood up and took a small bottle of lube and bottle of poppers from the pocket of his Levi's. "No," I replied, "I don't fuck in these places." Without saying a word, he turned me around and pushed me over. "No", I said as I struggled to get away. I was starting to get very nervous. This guy was 6 or 7 inches taller than me. As well as being incredibly muscular. His power was both a turn on and frightened me. Because I was wearing sweatpants, he had no problem pulling my pants and briefs down over my ass with one quick yank. He had me bent over and his cock was pressing into my ass crack. "Please don't", I begged. "You're too big. I won't be able to take you", I said. "Shut up, faggot. You want this cock, so shut the fuck up". I felt the cold lube being drizzled down my ass crack. He also reached around me and said, "Here. You'll need to popper up". He handed the bottle of poppers to me. I was too frightened to resist much longer. There was no way I could overpower him to get away. So I took a couple of deep sniffs of poppers. I was going to need all the help I could to take his big, thick dick inside me. He pressed the lube up inside me. I could hear him squeeze more onto his bareback cock. Then I felt the piercing pain of his cock start to press into me. "STOP", I begged. But, he paid no attention. He continued to press into me. I took a couple of more deep breaths of poppers. The pain was intense. But, I was powerless to get away from this guy. Once he had gotten most of his cock inside me, he began to pump. Tears filled my eyes from the pain as I continued to beg for him to pull out. But then I felt him grab me around the waist and really began to pump. Slamming his cock deep into me, then pulling nearly out of me, before slamming back into me again. I had resigned myself that I was going to have to endure this. "Please put a condom on", I pleaded. "Shut the fuck up, Fag," as he continued to pound my white hole. "Oh, please. Don't cum in me" I whimpered. He paid no attention to me as he continued his assault on my hole. My ass was miraculously adjusting to his monster cock. It was actually starting to feel good. I continued to sniff poppers to help me relax my ass. It was helping. Finally, I gave up the struggle and began to enjoy the incredible feeling of his bare cock slamming deeply into my ass. My head was banging against the walls as he rammed into me. Without any warning he slammed even deeper into me and held it there. I could feel his cock throbbing as he let out a loud groan. "AHHHGGG...!!! FUCKKK...!!!" he grunted as he filled my ass with his load. He pulled his cock from me so quickly that it made a popping sound as his cockhead left my ass. I collapsed onto the chair in the booth as he pulled on his pants and slipped on his shoes. Without saying a word, he unlocked the door and exited the booth. My head was spinning from all the poppers I'd been sniffing. He had left the bottle of poppers with me and I saw the bottle of lube laying on the floor of the booth. Just as I bent down to pick up the lube, the door of the booth opened again. A heavy set Mexican guy walked in. He locked the door, turned to face me and pulled out his uncut dick. "No. I'm done", I protested, as I reached down to pull up my sweatpants. But he continued to put his cock in my face. What the hell, I thought. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him as he hardened in my mouth. "Show me your pussy," he said, adding in a whisper "I'm gonna seed that cum filled white pussy of yours." I was too tired to put up a fight. I stood and bent over. Holding onto the chair and took another deep hit of poppers. Without any hesitation or lube, he slammed into me in one swift move. He thankfully didn't take too long to cum. He was grunting loudly as me pounded my hole. Within just a few minutes he grunted loudly and shot his load into me. "Gracias," he said as he pulled out, quickly pulled up his pants and exited my booth. I knew I couldn't take any more. I pulled up my sweatpants. I did my best to pull myself together and exited the booth. Heading to the exit of the arcade a young Latino asked "Hey, Papi. Want another load?" I laughed as I passed him. "Not today. Maybe tomorrow". I drove back into town. Got back to my room totally exhausted. I didn't even have the energy to shower and dress for dinner. I called room service and had dinner sent to my room, as I tried to replay the afternoons events in my head. I jacked off as I relived the frightening, but exciting time I had being overpowered by that hot guy in my booth.

Guys who are not into open relationships should try to date other guys who feel that way, too. I don't think it is a right-wrong thing; it's a right-for-you/wrong-for-you thing.

Fuck, sounds like you're on the right track. Embrace your piggy side, nothing will ever feel better!

Yesterday. Parked in an underground garage, walked behind a dude's car where he was standing. On my knees and he pulled down his shorts. Sucked his cock till it was hard. He then ordered me to sit on the ground with my head against the bumper. He grabbed the back of his car and fucked my face until he blew a 2 week load down my throat. Not usually into public stuff, but that was a pretty hot 5 minutes ;).

I have had brothers, but not twins.....yet

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My husband and I have been together for 12 years and married for 9. We were monogamous for the first 6 years of our relationship. We opened the relationship up because we missed the variety; we both were big whores when we were single. Also, he is one of those tops who really gets off on watching other men fuck and breed his bottom which fortunately turns me on, too. And he is really into spanking and I am not. I am happy to get spanked by him, but that isn't the same thing as a bottom who gets off on being spanked. Finally, I have a much higher sex drive than him, and he travels a lot. My being able to get laid while he is away helps. All that said, he is still my husband. We own a house together. We own cars together. We take care of each other when one of us is sick. We currently are caring for his sick mother in our home. He is the most important person in the world to me. He is my confidant and my friend. I have no need for emotional intimacy with anyone else. I think there is a lot less monogamy in the straight world than we are told. I know plenty of hetero couples who play around on the side. In fact until the mid 20th century, that was sort of expected. Once they were done having kids, the woman was free to say she was done with sex, and the husband was free to discretely find sex elsewhere.

Little brother comes home with his right ear pierced, he is flagging in so many ways.

Part XI OMG I can't believe this yet. I was just going to stop and watch a few minutes. Then, almost out of nowhere my new biker bud was knocking on my car window and was completely naked. As I put the window down he leaned forward and I found myself sucking his cock into my mouth. Then after a few minutes he had pulled back and told me to get out of the car and when I did he told me to follow him but get naked and leave my clothes there and I did that, also. Then I followed him down towards the rest of the guys there. Why am I doing this? I can't seem to help myself. He leads me to the tent there and we go in. The next thing I know he has turned, grabbed me and planted his lips on mine in a very deep and passionate kiss and I find myself returning it and his tongue drives between my lips and deep into my mouth. By the time the kiss is done my own cock is hard as it can get and he has his hand on it and stroking it and I find I am doing the same to his without realizing I had started to. We kiss again, stroking each others cocks for a bit and then he gently pushes on me, without breaking our kisses and backs me up towards the table set up in there. I feel my legs bump the table and he gently keeps the pressure on me as I bend my knees and sit on it and then start to lay down. There is a cover on it and we do not break our kissing or stroking off as he slides me further up onto the table and I find myself being pushed down to lay on it as he moves to the side of it. He then breaks off our kiss and starts to kiss me down across my neck to my chest and then a stop to kiss and suck each nipple and then his kisses go further down across my stomach. As he gets to my cock he has climbed onto the table also and then as his mouth engulfs my cock I find myself taking his into my mouth also. We suck each other for a while and it feels so good. I don't think my cock has ever been this hard before. After a few minutes of this I feel him pull my legs up and spread them out as he lets go of my cock with his mouth and starts to kiss and suck my balls and then lower till he is rimming my hole. I feel his tongue going in and out of my ass, driving me wild, as he probes deeper and deeper and slathers his spit all over making me wet there. Then he pulls his cock from my mouth and turns around on the table. He moves between my legs and leans down and plants another kiss on me as he raises my legs up and over his shoulders. Then I feel him probe for a moment with his cock till he feels my hole and then with one smooth push, he enters me and doesn't stop till he is buried all the way in my ass completely. All I can do is moan around his tongue in my mouth, it feels so good. He then starts a slow out and back in slow and hard, thrusting as deep as he can get into my channel, pulling almost all the way out and then deep into me, over and over again.

Part X Final Crazy Day? My night was, again, very sleepless. Tossing and turning and dreaming and waking up. At one point climbing out of bed to go to the toilet, where I beat my meat mercilessly remembering the last two days. My, formerly virgin ass, is sore as hell, but tingling like crazy too. I blow a huge load of cum all over myself. It feels amazing and I gingerly wipe it up and push in into my hole. I then lick my fingers, thinking it doesn't taste so bad either, rather nice even. Oh, hell, what am I thinking? I can't seem to get my head around what I have had done to me and then allowed to happen again. It seemed so wrong, but yet, felt so right and wonderful. The feeling of those hard cocks tearing my hole up and filling me with their Poz cum. Terrifying and yet so thrilling and beautiful. I finally get back in bed and the tossing and turning goes on all night again. In the morning I am still so tired it is ridiculous. I head to work, but it is pretty much a losing cause and get very little accomplished and then it is time to leave. I must go by that park again on the way. What shall I do? As I near the park, I can feel my heart beating faster. I get to the entrance and like the car has a mind of its own, I turn in. I immediately notice that there seems to be a few more bikes there. Not many more but maybe 5 or 6 more. I park and just sit in my car watching them. They seem to still be having fun from the day before and I can see a few scattered here and there, definitely having sex. As I watch, my own cock gets harder and harder. I am then startled by a tapping on my window. I turn to see my first buddy standing beside the car and he is fully nude and his marvelous cock is at full attention. I let the window down and he steps closer and I can't seem to help myself as I reach out and take ahold of his cock and bring it to my mouth. He moans his pleasure as he drives it deep into my throat. I gag a little and he pulls back some and I start to suck him, swirling my tongue around as much of it as I can. This goes one for about 10 minutes and then he pulls his cock away from me and reaches down and opens my car door and tells me to get out and lets go play more and he has a nice surprise for me too. As I get out of the car he tells me to just get those clothes off and leave them in the car as I won't need them for a while. I look into his eyes and can't help myself and strip naked and throw my clothes in the back seat. He then walks off with me following him waiting to see what is coming next.

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Hol cow! I am awestruck! Toon, your stories always leave me in a state of some sort. Always happy though and thrilled to have been a part of your amazing skills. The rape/forced sex/non-consensual, all fantastic dick hardening fantasies that a high percentage of us have. Most won't admit to it but with the freedom we enjoy here on bz, there are more that will at least say they have thought about it. That first paragraph is me and my life to a t!!! Yeah, I'll admit that. I was the "queer", "pansy", "fag". My voice never changed with puberty. In fact, I don't think I went thru puberty at all except that I got hair under my pits and on my pubes, arms, legs. None on my chest though. My cock stayed the same, sad to say but there is no denying the truth as you deal with it day in and day out. I still say I have a girl voice. When people talk with me on the phone, those that do not know me say yes mam' or mam', Ms M_______. At 53, I deal with it. I even tried the weights. Got a big set of barbells and dumb bells for my 14th or 15 b'day. Didn't last a year as nothing was happening and it was boring and there was no one to teach me how to use them, what to do with them. Lots of the remaining story pertains to me. With one huge difference. For college I got 2 hours away from home. Just far enough to not have frequent visits and just far enough to nort go home every weekend. And Lynn blossomed!!!!! I got friends and we did stuff and all over UAB was stuff for all to do and, I was only 20. living in an apt of my own. I could get into the gay bars, at the time in the city, there were 5 and I knew them all and frequented them all after I was being let in underaged. I knew all the owners. They all wanted to fuck me. A few did. Most didn't. I wised up quickly and got what I wanted while teasing what was wanted. But I blossomed into a fun guy with tons of sex everynight and friends. OMG, real friends. Thankfully, I didn't endure a rape. Now, in our fantasies, it's awesome and our attackers give what that which we are missing. In real life it's wrong, plain and simple wrong and we should do our part to help it not happen and to help those it's happend to. Look at the rates of teen suicide. What do you bet the main cause is? Forced sex!!! Probably from a family member. I won't get further on that soapbox. Toon, your newest baby has been born and he's a big total joy!!!! We all will help with the raising of this big boy so he grows and flourishes. You took a great many of us on your runs and into your gym and yes, many were there with you in that shower, aching for you. Breathtaking!!!! You know Toon I want to say more but I can't. 1-4-3! Oh, your part 2. That story has happened so much this summer and in summers past. It's a tragedy on a family and it will ruin a family, break them apart grieving is strong and must be done by each individual affected and in their own time. Grief cannot be rushed although employers do their best to get it over. Incredible work Toon. Some of your best I have had the pleasure to read!!! I'll be anxious to see where your writer's hand is led next. your DD19666

FS Part 6 We entered a tent just behind two trailers, which blocked the view of all the riders that were in front of them. I had been humiliated enough with the men watching and jerking as I was fucked, let alone the walk of shame I endured with their cum hanging from my face and hair. I was at the point where I just wanted this over so I could go home. I wanted fun, but doubt that this was really what I was looking for. This is not fun this was death. Muscle fucker stood beside me in the tent, hands on his hips and a grin on his mug. There wasn't much in the tent except for a few bails of hay. Was this where we were going to meet the twins? Fear took over my mind and I tried to move, but was quickly grabbed by muscle fucker. “You are going to like the twins” he said, “just give them a moment and they will show up” “I don't fuck animals you twisted fucker” “Ha you got fucked by me and I'm an animal” he replied, “what the fuck do you think the twins are?” “Horses” “Oh and you call me twisted” he said “you are way off, just wait and see” I wanted answers but know i wasn't going to get them from muscle fucker. So I waited. It seemed as if time ticked by as if every second was an hour. I had convinced myself that the twins would not show, who would want my sloppy hole after all the cock and cum I had taken, but I was wrong. A small hand slowly appeared at the flap in the tent and moved cautiously, pulling the flap to the side. I could see a small framed man standing there, peering inside the tent. Another hand appeared taking the flap from the first, exposing another figure right behind the first, but something was odd about this. The two slowly moved more into the light, I could see two men in their late thirties, dark hair, scruffy faced. The moved slowly in back to back. “The twins, Jon and Don” The moved until they were at a side view in front of me. It was then I realized that they were connected from about just below the shoulder blade and it continued up to the base of their necks. It appeared as if two people were glued together but still remained independent of each other. “Sexy he is” one of the twins said “Fuck him good we will” “Me first” “No me first” They were like two small kids fighting for their turns at play. “You both can fuck him” muscle fucker said I didn't wait to be told, I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them, then turned, bent over and winked my hole at them. I was confused, I wanted to head home not 15 minutes ago and now I just beaconed the twins to fuck me with my hole. “Horny he is” one twin said, at this point I didn't know who was who and I really didn't care. I straightened up walked over and dropped to my knees in front on one twin. “Doing what, he is” the other said I pulled the string on the pants in front of me and they dropped to the twin’s ankle. His cock was slowly twitching and frowning in front of my eyes. Licking my lips I moved closers. I could smell the funk coming from the crotch of this twin. The odor was intoxicating. I could feel my heart beat in my temples and hear it in my ears. It was like a natural poppers. My tongue darted out and made contact with the growing cock. I tasted piss, cum and ass. I licked the cock and balls as if they were my last meal. Pre-cum started oozing from the piss slit of the cock. “Jon is a huge leaker” muscle fucker said - now I knew who was who for now at least. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked. My mouth filled with so much pre-cum that I thought Jon had shot his load. My lips slowly slide down his cock, coating the soft skin with my spit. “Mine you suck now” Don said loudly I could see his pants drop behind Jon, as I slid my mouth back and forth on his hard cock. My tongue was enjoying the pre-cum as it flowed from his piss slit, sweet and salty. It mixed with my spit naturally slicking up his shaft. I moved quickly around to Don, engulfing his hard cock into my mouth, until I was pressed into his crotch hair. “No fair, my cock you come back and suck again” I continued to suck on the hard cock in my mouth, ignoring the whiny cry of Jon who only wanted my mouth on his cock again. Don’s cock leaked pre-cum just like his twin. I didn't hesitate to swallow every drop flowing from their cocks. Dropping Don’s cock out of my mouth, I spit in my hand and reached under my balls to spread the spit and pre-cum mixture on my hole. “Dumb shit, as much cum that's up your ass you won't need that” muscle fucker said. “Fuck off” both Don and Jon said at the same time. I stood and turned, presenting my ass and hole to the twins. As much as I was fearing and regretting the fucks before this, there was a drive in me that wanted to get more cock and cum from the freaks. Don stepped forward, grabbing my hips and sliding his cock deep in my hole. His cock was not as big as the ones before him, but it felt good in my loose hole. He pulled out and pushed back in. He used his full weight when slamming back in, causing me to have to brace myself so I would not fall forward. “My turn” Jon yelled. The shuffled around and Jon pushed his leaking cock deep within. He pumped his cock in and out, felt just like Don fucking me. These twins were identical in every way, looks, speech, and fucking. I glanced over at muscle fucker who was rubbing his cock through his jeans and smiling very coy. I knew he wanted in my hole again. The twins turned again, giving Don another go at my hole. I could feel cum leaking out with each pump of their cocks. I imagined their pre-cum flowing more and more from their piss slits as the fucked me. After a short time, they turned and switched again. I moaned each time they turned and rammed their cocks into me. Muscle fucker was still rubbing the hard tube now running down the leg of his jeans, licking his lips. I wanted to have the twins cum fast so I could get fucked by muscle fucker and take his poz load again. I lost track of which twin was fucking me with all the switching and turning. Who ever was fucking me slammed in deep and his cock twitched and jumped over and over shooting its huge load deep in my hole. He screamed as he shot and his legs shook. He pulled out and they switched again. This twin rammed in me as I felt the first shot of cum hit my hole. His cock jumped and pumped as he screamed and shook just like his twin. “Loads were huge” both twins said at the same time. My legs felt weak as their cum mixed in my hole with the other loads in me. My head began to swim as dizziness took over. My vision left me in darkness and I dropped to the floor.

I recently found a new cruising spot. The general area was posted on Squirt but the exact spot turned out to be very difficult to find. After going three times a guy on Squirt gave me very detailed directions. I had been close but it was so well hidden I kept walking past it. Now I have become hooked. I have gone there every day this week, getting loads every time. On Monday I went there and a guy was starting to come out. When he saw me he turned around and went back to where the spot is. I decided to take an offshoot trail before going back in to hook up with him. I got completely naked and lubed my ass then walked down the trail. I reached the spot and he was standing there waiting. He smiled a little when he saw me walking up to him naked. Someone has brought in one of those plastic garden chairs so I sat down and leaned back, stroking my cock. I waited to see what he could do but he just kept watching me. Finally I got impatient and reached over and rubbed his cock. I felt his hard cock through his pants then reached in and pulled it out. I wanted a taste of him so badly but he pushed me away. He wasn't going to let me suck him! I couldn't believe it. I stood up and he came up behind me, rubbing my cock and tweaking my nips. He hugged me and I felt his cock rubbing on my ass crack. I leaned forward so he could have better access but he just rubbed, not sticking it in. He pulled slightly away and I could tell he was jerking off. I bent over and spread my ass cheeks, exposing my hole. "Go ahead. Shoot your load. Give me that cum." Then I felt the first hot shot of spooge on my upper ass crack. "Cum on my hole," begged. "I am," he said and sure enough there was soon a huge load of cum on my pussy. I reached back to push the cum on my upper crack down to my hole and couldn't believe the amount of cum this guy had left on me. I fingered as much of it as I could in to my hole then licked the rest off my fingers all as he pulled up his pants and watching me. "Thanks man," I said. "I'm going to use your lube for the next guy." He just smiled at me and wandered down the trail. I sat in the chair and kept fingering my pussy with his cum. There was still so much that some of it dripped on to the chair. I waited around for another hour but no one came so I cleaned up and left. I was disappointed that I didn't actually get fucked but it still had a nice load in me. On Tuesday I went back. Once again I used the side trail and got naked. This time I didn't know if there was anyone at the spot or not, I walked in naked and lubed and ready for action. Unfortunately, there was no one there. I took the chair in to a side clearing and sat down. I waited about 15 minutes before I saw movement on the trail. A guy came in to the clearing. He had seen me and was already rubbing his cock. He walked right up to me and pulled out his gorgeous cock. It wasn't real long but was very thick, like beer can thick. He had shaved pubes which really turned me on more. I went down on him and sucked him hard. He kept getting harder and thicker and it was all I could do to take him all the way down my throat. i looked up at him and asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He asked if I had a condom and I said I did if he really needed one. He said he did. Luckily, I had brought a few in with me so I rolled it on him and then stood up. "How bout I sit in the chair," he said. Good thing he did because he was so thick it gave me more control. He sat down and pointed his cock up and I slowly lowered myself on to him. I'd push down then pull off a little gradually getting my hole used to his girth. Finally, I had him all the way in. I grinded slowly at first but then started riding him like the cock whore I am. "Fuck, that feels awesome," he said. "Ride me, baby." I did as I was told, pumping furiously on his thickness. It felt so good and I loved that someone could walk up and catch us fucking. "Fuck, dude. I'm cumming!" he cried out. I pushed him in as deep as I could and grinded on him so he'd get maximum pleasure. "That was amazing," he said and I took the hint and got off him. I pulled the condom off him and turned it inside out, making sure not to lose any of his load then pushed it in to my used hole. I licked his cock clean and he thanked me. "No, thank YOU," I said. He pulled up his pants and left, leaving me naked and freshly fucked, still fingering his load in to my pussy. I was still fingering myself when I saw movement on the trail. Another guy showed up and smiled at me but didn't come in to the clearing. He went to a bush where I could see him and pulled out his cock and proceeded to piss. When he was done he began stroking his cock, getting it hard to what looked like a true seven. I watched him, smiling as I fingered myself. Finally, he came in to the clearing. "You going to let me have some of that?" he asked as he slipped a finger up my ass. "It's yours if you want it," I said then began sucking the hard cock he offered to me. I deep throated him then he pulled me up out of the chair and turned me around with my hands on the back of the chair. He rubbed his cock head on my pussy then slid right in with one push. "I knew you'd be loose enough to do that to," he said. "Normally, I would have gone in slower but your hole was so open." He began fucking me there in the clearing. "Fuck me hard with your bare cock," I cried. "I want your load deep inside me" "Oh, you're going to get it alright," he said. He thrusted deep inside my gut. I was so hard myself I was almost ready to cum. He pumped harder. "Oh, fuck! I'm cumming," he yelled. Shit, he could probably be heard all the way down the trail. "That's it, baby, breed my ass. I fucking want your load inside me." He pushed inside me and stroked a few more pumps before pulling out. I sat in the chair and showed him my hole with his cum leaking out. I fingered myself as I stroked, finally shooting a big rope of cum on the ground. He laughed and said it looked like I had been storing it up. I was pretty wiped out so I cleaned myself up after he left and headed home. On Wednesday I only had about half an hour so I went in not expecting to find anyone. I went to the side trail and got naked and as I was coming out a guy came from the spot. We smiled at each other and I headed to the spot naked. I sat in the chair and soon he came back. He walked up to me and pulled out an uncut Mexican cock. I sucked him hard and without a word stood up and turned around. I bent over for him and reached around and guided his 6 inches in to my hole. He pushed in slowly, letting me get used to him, then began pumping. In less than a minute he was pounding my ass hard, thrusting his hard cock deep inside me. He never said a word, just grunted and made one hard final push. I knew I had his load in me. He left his cock in me as it slowly softened before finally just falling out. He then pulled up his pants and just walked away, leaving me to savor his load. I got dressed but left his cum on my asshole as I walked out, feeling that nice wet load as I walked. Today was Thursday and i didn't get fucked but had an awesome time anyway. I posted on Squirt that I would be at the spot and soon a guy replied that he could be there in half an hour. I said that would be cool and in a private message told him I was naked and wanted him to come to the spot naked too. As I set my phone down I saw a guy coming through the clearing. He was an older, very muscular guy, very short hair and scruffy gray beard. He saw I was naked and got down on the cardboard on the ground and just devoured my cock. He was a great cock sucker, totally involved with the cock, paying attention to nothing else. As he sucked me he unbuckled his belt revealing a huge cock. He pulled his pants down as he stroked and I pulled his shirt off. I wanted him to get naked with me but he would only let his pants go down to his knees. Finally, he stood up and fed me his cock. It was so tasty and really wanted to feel it up my ass but I knew the guy from Squirt was on his way so I held off. I turned him around and he bent over revealing his man pussy. This guy was so built! I dove in and rimmed his ass, reaching around to stroke his cock. "Looks like we have company," he said. I looked up and there was my buddy from Squirt, completely naked. I turned muscle guy around and sucked his cock and then told my buddy to eat his ass. He got behind him and rimmed him while I sucked him. My buddy from Squirt then got on the ground on his knees and sucked both me and muscle guy. This went on for a while and then Squirt guy layed down so he was looking up at our cocks. I sucked muscle guy's nips as he stroked. It appeared he was getting ready to cum so I positioned myself over Squirt guy's face and my hole exposed for muscle guy. He came on my hole, shooting cum on me and some of it dripped on to Squirt guy's face. I fingered the cum in to me then bent over and licked the cum from Squirt guy's face. It was a big white glob of thick cum that I rolled on my tongue before feeding to Squirt guy. Then I stood over him and shot my load all over his face as he came himself. It was a fucking hot time. Makes me want to come here every day.

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

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

Hello all. Been reading this site for a few years now but finally decided to contribute. Married with a slut of a wife that fucks others with my blessing. I really enjoy eating another guys load from her pussy. That said, she does not know one of the guys she fucked has fucked me as well. Twice I took his cock bare and let him unload in me. I constantly am thinking about dick in my ass but haven't really made an effort to get any more. It's tough to get away and find a place to play. I prefer other married dudes too. But I suppose it'll get the best of me and I'll soon end up grunting away again as another guy stretches me out.

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!”

Hmm, well I'm the 'smooth-all-over' type and I shave pubes... love the 'bare-naked wrestler' sports-fucker look. Damn I used to look like a child when I posed nude in pictures (one attached) until I was about 30. Barely had to shave! But sometimes OPPOSITES ATTRACT! Here is how I developed appreciation for hairy types: My man is much younger than me and oddly, much more hairy, even as he was a twink until a few years ago. He hates his body hair, says it makes him sweat! He thinks most guys who top don't want to see hair on a bottom. In part because of all the prized pigs I used to pork! I'm somewhat in the middle on 'hair': Long hair hell yes, facial, scruffy hair hell yes, blondes with lots of 'peach-fuzz' all over BINGO! Just not hair on the back, at least not until 'the conversion'. Ever since joining the bareback team I'm feeling my POWER-BOTTOM RANGE EXPANDING! Stopped being so fussy with others. Like a BAREBACK POWER RANGER I feel I want to take on hairy monsters who used to scare me! Now I yearn for encounters for bad boys and keep myself available for total arrogant jerks and hairy man-bear-pigs! A combination thereof would be hot! I used to cringe over types like that in my goodie-two-shoes vanilla SAFE SEX days when I topped smooth twinks. Well I'm still going for the smooth look on myself because what little chest-hair there is wouldn't be enough to make a frock for a cock-roach out of it. And the smooth, crotch-shaven, inked-and-pierced, urban sports-fucker look of the promiscuous circuit guys coming through town still works for me... but my appetite has opened up for new flavors! So, now I am intrigued by the dangerously-promiscuous 'NO LOADS REFUSED' bareback protocol! I kept reading about it as I explored the bareback scene on-line, intrigued, before plunging into it myself just a couple years back. Told myself I would go that route and not look back! First time I applied that policy was THIS YEAR. Dude showed up at the door from bbrt: 100% not my type: much shorter than me, ok, I have fucked lots of short twinks before. But he was a measly hill-folk TOP, not one bit athletic, big belly, not smooth at all, hair coming out of his shirt and he had a mountain-man-beard! He had no ass, moved like a 'shuffler', bald on top (even though much younger than me) and HAIR ALL OVER! A total MAN-BEAR-PIG! Let's just say: as hot, hairy HONCHO guys go, he was not one of those virile prime specimen. On his (faceless) profile he is specifically looking for 'bottoms who will take his load' as both he and his man are tops and the other top won't bottom for him as he says 'they have guys for that!' Yeah that kinda guy would be me - a 'late-convert' to promiscuous bareback sex! The man-bear-pig was a guy of few words and I was glad he immediately commandeered me with his hand to assume 'doggie' to fuck me from behind. Like "Roll over Grover!" as his wanking dick was drooling copious amounts of ass-appetite on the blanket I had out in the living-room! His cock and jizz I would take but kissing him HELL TO THE NO! He was BY FAR the ugliest mother-fucker I messed with ever, with not even a close contender. If my peers (who are mostly in the pretty-boy-league) saw me talk to him in a bar they would make weird faces, I know, even make hurling sounds. Well I put on a good show for the anxious villain and was verbally encouraging like the best porn-sluts I have seen. Dude nutted fast like a teenager! My POWER-RANGER job was done! He shuffled out the door! One hairy mother-fucker down, many more to go in my cum-dumpster career! No post-coitus regret! Even kept his jizz and didn't queeve the anon potentially-poz DNA out like a suddenly-distressed trailer-park-damsel would do. You know: after the cheap Fireball booze-buzz wears off, and the random suitor she met at the trucker-dive silently sneaks out after the hasty, vile copulation and then hauls ass out of the driveway. No, I felt like a proud warrior, who had proven himself. Put on my snazzy high-dollar jeans, my brightly-colored high-top- sneakers (both bought on-line by my man because he likes that look on me) , confident and cocky with jizz in the ass, strutting like a champ, fixed my hair for a fetching 'pretty-boy-look' and went to the market, hoping by chance, I would find another but more virile, hairy man with an appetite for sloppy seconds! Didn't!!! But I found another hairy player months later: this one much more virile, hair all over, his back and shoulders, a beard. But he had more style. Touching him didn't have the revolting feeling I used to get in the days when after being on the dance-floor with all the other smooth, shirtless guys, out of the darkness some sweaty hairy troll 'accidentally' brushed up against me. No, this was 'willful breeding behavior'. It brought out the total 'opposites-attract-whore' in me! The new 'suitor' from bbrt was also more built, his beard more trimmed, he had a personality. I was all over him and felt a strange 'animal attraction' to his furriness. We even made out! For a minute a thought flashed through my head like 'this is the closest thing to bestiality'. A satyr and a Minotaur! He was all about me being smooth, I could tell, and played with my pierced nipples which are hard-wired to my cock. He was rock-hard and I was rubbing on his man-beast hulk! The insemination followed immediately and the game went on for a while... me riding the beast, rubbing his hairiness and feeling an electric tingling of having 'broken new ground'. He was all: "damn, damn, damn! We need to do this again! You up for a 3-way? My man is a top too and he will want some after I tell him!" HELL YEAH! was my answer - site unseen! Two younger, hairy man-bear-pigs wanting to breed the smooth former 'circuit boy' now retired from the club scene living with a (somewhat hairy) younger man they only heard about in chat... maybe a 4-way, maybe just have a 3-way rutting marathon, two hairy fuckers taking turns on a smooth dude, in between their copious DNA-injections... All was well as long as the 'anon-scene' was part of this program: as in 'no pre-history'. Not that there was any shyness about names, phone numbers or letting fellow bros at the bars know we had all bred. No all that was a prospective thrill! A big turn away from the hypocrisy of nelly West Hollywood queens who are secretive about whom they screw and have fits when someone lets the 'cat out of the bag'. No these little otters wanted to play and let anybody watch!!! FUN! I told my man about my escapade and he asked 'what was his name' and I say 'John' I mean, how absurdly common a name can you have? He asked me if I have his number and of course I did: I read the prefix, the next three.... and he finished by reading the next four from his I-phone. "Oh shit I have worked with him for 6 years! He never showed interest in me!" Well when otter John found out my otter and him had a history he was all apologetic, thought he had done terribly wrong. "I didn't know he was YOUR MAN! We NEVER fuck guys who are friends or work with!" And the otter's man had been to the house, years earlier with my man's best friend. Not that I even recall a face... but they were freaking out! Something about 'not fucking friends to avoid potential DRAMA!' Whatever! With my fetish range now open not just for otters but man-bear-pigs, even a one-time fuck is better than none at all... after all I had the Minotaur's dick, NEXT buck, bull, stallion or mythical beast please!! No crocodile tears over wasted, spilled seed as hairy dude probably jacks off recalling our fuck, with one willing BUT FORBIDDEN cum-dumpster OFF THE MENU, how stupid is that... probably nutting as he recalls breeding my smooth ass!

Poz, since 2014, but stopped meds in December 2016. My viral load on meds was undetectable, not sure now...

Freak Show, Part 2 It felt like this place was huge but it was just because we were moving through a thick crowd. We had only moved down two trailers, when the muscle fucker, entered one. Holding the door for me I followed. “You in here, Donkey?’ the muscle fucker yelled out. “In the bedroom. What you got for me?” “Someone looking for some fun,” he answered, a wide grin on his face. “Bring him in.” Grabbing my arm, muscle fucker pulled me into the bedroom of the trailer. On the bed was a man, completely naked, not a gym body, more like a bear. It wasn’t his body that caught my attention it was his cock. It was hard and was laying over his stomach almost up to his mid chest. “Holy fucking shit, that’s a big piece of meat” I involuntarily blurted-out. Both men chuckled as Donkey announced “And you're gonna sit on it. All of it." “STRIP” ordered the muscle fucker. I did as I was told. I was pushed onto the bed, I had my ass up on all fours. Muscle fucker grabbed hold of the butt plug and pulled it out. I looked over my should and watched him put it in his mouth, sucking it clean after which he remarked with pride “My poz load taste fucking good!” Donkey, however, wasn't distracted from his mission: “Straddle me and squat," he ordered. I did as I was told. I placed my feet on each side of him, as he held his massive horse cock straight in the air. I slowly lowered my ass until his head was pressing against my wet hole. I took a deep breath and popped the head into my hole. I was shocked that I would allow this raw cock in me. I continued to slide down it. I wasn't even half way down and it was pressing against the back of my hole. I slid up a bit and the went down, the head popped through my second ring. I moaned as I continued to slide down it. The muscle fucker had moved up behind me, between Donkey’s legs. I could feel his tongue licking my lower back, just where my ass crack began. Donkey had grabbed my hips and slammed me the rest of the way down on his massive cock. I let out a slight scream. "Scream loud, baby,” muscle fucker said, adding “it makes Donkey harder.” I could feel Donkey's hair rubbing against my ass, my cock was resting on his belly, leaking cum into the fur. “Are you poz too?” I shyly asked of Donkey. Muscle fucker, however, answered for Donkey in asking “Who do you think passed it to me?” Donkey started pulling me upwards, so using my legs, I lifted up, sliding my hole up his shaft, until his head was at my hole, then I slide down on it. I made contact with muscle fucker’s head as I slide down. He was licking Donkey’s shaft as I rode it, licking the trail of his toxic cum. I was getting into riding Donkey. Up and down, up and down. “Ride that horse cock” Donkey said, pulling me up and down faster and faster. My legs were getting tired but I wasn’t given a break. I pushed up and lowered my ass with a little help from Donkey. My hole was getting sore from the size of the cock stretching me open. I caught a view of Donkey’s cock head pushing the skin of my stomach out. I started to freak at that sight and tried to pull off to escape this ride. Muscle fucker was too fast and stood up behind me, pressing my shoulders down, keeping me impaled on Donkey’s cock. Muscle fucker’s cock was riding up and down my back, leaving a fuck juice trail. Donkey’s breathing became fast and fast as I rode his cock. He pulled me up faster and muscled fucker slammed me back down faster and faster. The monster cock inside me grew thicker and harder, as I kept fucking and fucking myself on his cock. “Adding to that toxic load, fucker,” Donkey shouted. I could feel his cock pulse in me, as he shot his cum load, deep inside my second ring as I sat on Donkey. Perhaps ridiculously I felt the need to somehow protect my self image, so I found myself announcing to the world (or at least the two men) “I didn't want this." Neither man bought my argument. “Yes you did,” said Donkey, “you sat on my cock raw and you did most of the work.” To which muscle fucker added "You said you wanted fun. I bet you're up for still more fun." “I mean I didn’t want to be pozzed.” “Deep down you know you did,” Donkey said in correction. Not to be outdone, muscle fucker added “You could have not come tonight, but you did. This is your fault.” “Who are you visiting next?” Donkey asked. “The two cocked freak” muscle fucker answered. I slid off of Donkey’s still hard cock, cum oozing out of my gaping hole. Without loosing a second, muscle fucker pushed the butt plug back in, noting "We're gonna need a bigger plug soon.” We made our way to the door of the trailer and opened it. Outside stood a man who asked “This Donkey’s place?” Muscle fucker nodded and held open the door. We watched the man enter. I noticed a wedding band on his finger. “Enjoy the ride, fucker, 'cuz your life will never be the same,” muscle fucker said closing the door. He pulled my arm and we moved across the lot to a tent, the flap was closed, but we just lifted it and went inside. I didn't know what a living hell I was in for next.

I have been having sex with many members of my family...dad, uncle, brother nephew, my son, and they all whore me out to friends...its been a great life... I love my dads cock ever since I was 11...

10. JP "He's a hottie," Jon said, as we walked towards the kitchen. We knew each other well enough that I barely had to reply. "Yeah," I grunted. My cock bounced in time with our strides. It was enough to elicit that a slight hardening of my shaft. "Glad you found him. Glad he came over for the weekend." "Glad we are pozzing him up?" Jon asked. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him checking out my dick. In just a few steps and almost fewer words, it had grown from something soft to full mast, a long, hard erect symbol of my masculinity and power. "Hell yeah," I said. We had reached the kitchen. "Keep the favors for tomorrow?" I asked. "Yeah, I think so." Jon grabbed a vape pen. It was filled with a cannabis cartridge. It would be enough for tonight. He did a long hit, then handed the pen to me. Not until I finished my drag did he exhale a thick cloud. "Damn. This is good. My man. Some pot. Our boy." I exhaled. "And another boy. And no rubbers." Jon nodded. We were silent for a minute, feeling the thick vape hit our blood stream. I thought I heard the bed rocking a bit in the distance, the two boys already hard at work fucking. Jon finally broke the stillness. He stepped over to the counter, and grabbed Seth's gym bag. "Want to get Seth properly prepared for the weekend?" "Hell yeah," I said. "It's in there?" Jon put the bag on the counter and unzipped it. Right at the top of the bag was the familiar white bottle with yellow stripes. "Yeah," Jon said. "Right there." He pulled the bottle out, and opened it. "Seal already broken." "He's making it easy for us," I said. Jon leaned in and kissed me. "Of course he is," Jon said. "He knows what he wants." "Maybe you just know what you want?" I asked. "What we want," Jon said. "What we all want." "Very true," I said. "Take his bag back to the bedroom?" Jon asked. "I need to get something from the study." "Of course," I said, taking the bag from Jon. He had showed me the sugar pills he had ordered a few days ago. They were nearly perfect matches for the blue pills that Seth had gotten just earlier today. The young man would never be able to tell the difference between the two, even if he knew what he was looking for. In addition to the bag, I also grabbed the vape pen. The night was still young, and there was going to be much more play tonight. As Jon went to the study, I went back to the bedroom. I took a quick peek at Cal and Seth; Seth's leg's were resting on Cal's shoulders and Cal's cock was buried deep in Seth's hole. In the bathroom, I put Seth's bag down, and pulled out the bottle of Truvada. I placed it on the counter, waiting for Jon to come back with the placebos. Unlike the bedroom or the post-sunset kitchen, the bathroom was brightly and unforgivingly lit. The harsh light seemed to accentuate every bit of grey hair on my body, from the sparse flecks on my head, to the thick salt and pepper of my goatee, to the rare few in my pubes. It was vain of me, but I stared at my chest in the mirror. In my youth, it was a thick, dark mat of hair. But, in my sixth decade, the grey had started to assert itself. Cal called me his silver-chest; it was supposed to be a term of endearment, but there was that nagging fear of the mortality the grey hair represented. "So fucking hot," Jon said, coming up behind me. He ran his hand through my chest hair, pulling me close to him. His cock nestled in my ass, semi-hard. "So fucking beautiful," he continued. "Thanks," I said. I craned my head back and gave him a long kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth, before I pushed it back to explore his mouth with my tongue. "This is nice," I finally said, interrupting out make out session. "But there is a task we must do." "You want to do the honors?" Jon asked. He picked up the bottle from the counter and handed it to me. "How many you think?" I asked. "Eighteen," Jon said. "Same as his age." I stepped to the toilet, opening up the Truvada bottle. Quietly to myself, I began to count one pill at a time out, dropping each one into the toilet. At the same time, Jon was counting out pills from the plastic bag. "One," we began, just loud enough that the other could hear. "Two," we continued, counting slowly and steadily until we reached eighteen. I flushed the toilet. The pills swirled around and then disappeared. It was a signal moment in the events of the weekend; Jon and I had moved beyond a simple pozzing, and were now actually stealthing Seth. Making it even better, there would be no way that he would ever be able to figure out what we had done. I stepped behind Jon and handed him the nearly empty bottle of Truvada. The few pills that remained would make this betrayal even worse for Seth. Far from having a strong shield against the virus, he would have just enough drugs in his bloodstream to produce a drug-resistant strain. He'd go from merely infected to full-blown faster than most. As I stood behind Jon, my bathrobe fell open, and my dick fell out. It was now stiff. I had barely noticed it growing while I was counting out the pills. But it had grown, and was now sticking out and up with a bead of pre-cum nestled at the tip. I nestled my dick against Jon's crack. "Someone is getting turned on," Jon said. "Yeah," I said. Jon's phallus was also erect. "But I'm not the only one." "Your cock feels good," Jon said. He rubbed his ass against me. I thought I could feel the heat from his hole. In the excitement of Seth's hole, I had forgotten about the familiar pleasures of my husband's hole. "Really good." "I got my latest labs back today," I whispered into his ear. "And?" Jon asked. He reached up, and pushed the robe off of him. There was nothing between us any longer. "How's my boo?" "VL's higher. 1.4M." "T-cell?" Jon pushed back against my cock. I could tell he wanted me inside of him. "Lower. 600." "That's..." Jon trailed off. He didn't have to say anything more. "Yeah. Close to full-blown." He pressed against me again, and turned his head to kiss me. We were quiet for a moment, letting our entwined tongues do the speaking. "I love you," he finally said. "I love you too. How do you feel?" "About It?" The virus. The It. It ruled our lives in so many fundamental ways. There was no question that It deserved the god-like honorific of capitalization. "Yeah." "Scared. Nervous. Excited." Even if Jon was scared, his ass had already decided what it wanted. We had shifted position just enough so that my dickhead was pressed up against his hole. "It was bound to happen." "Yeah," I said. "Just not sure it was supposed to be this soon." Jon was pressing back against me, trying to get my cock inside of him. "Need something? "You. Your load. Your toxic, infected, dirty cum," Jon answered. My dick was throbbing. It was hard to deny my man what he wanted so badly. "I know," I said. "There will be plenty of time for that later." I gave him a kiss. "But for now, let's focus on Seth." There was another kiss, this time longer. "Is Cal still off meds?" I asked. Cal and Jon were the ones that kept track of the health of the family. "Yeah," Jon said. "Seth's getting double-barreled." "You know," I replied. "He deserves more. He should be getting triple-barreled." I reached around and grabbed Jon's dick. It was thick and heavy, full of blood and sperm. I could feel the dull throb of the virus, sleeping in a drug-induced coma, but ready to be re-awakened, ready to unleash its deadly anger on an unsuspecting young man. Jon's cock jumped in my hands as he realized what I was telling him. "You think?" Jon asked. "Yeah," I said. I spun him around so that he was facing me. Our cocks knocked against each other, like two steel bars hitting. "You owe this small thing to Seth, don't you?" "All three of us?" Jon asked. "At once?" "Of course." I had been the one who had stopped drugs first in our family. It had been for a project a few months ago, a young go-go dancer we had met online. The boy had been so entranced with the drugs we were providing that I am not sure he ever really noticed that every time Miss Tina came around, the condoms mysteriously disappeared. Cal had been the second one to stop drugs. It was much harder for him. He had been poz for only a few years, and had never stopped his meds before. It had been a fight, but eventually, we had convinced Cal of how important it was to help spread the infection. That night had been a special night for all of us; Cal was crying, terrified of getting sick, even as he was begging me to pump him full of my infected poz cum. A few weeks later, Cal's blood work proved that the meds had left his system, and his virus was once more ascendant. Three weeks after that, another young man tested positive for HIV. It seemed only natural that Jon would join us, especially for a project as important as Seth. "You're the odd one out. Still medicated, unable to reach your full potential." "It seems like the right thing to do," Jon said. "Helping Seth." "Doing it together," I said. "As a family." "You like him," "Yeah," I said. "I do." "I'm glad. We should keep him. You should make him your boy." "You serious?" I asked. "Of course," Jon replied. "You smile when you talk about him. Your dick gets hard when you talk about him." From the other room, there was another moan of pleasure from Seth. "And it seems like he and Cal are getting along just fine." "I want him," I said. "I want to breed him." "Yeah?" Jon asked. "There's something about Seth. I want to to simultaneously take him in my arms and protect him, even while my AIDS cock is nestled deep in his bare hole." "Dripping your high viral load poz cum into his defenseless hole?" Jon was probing me, seeing what triggered me tonight. The idea of my dick inside of Seth was already enough to get me hard. The idea of pozzing him was making me drip. "Yeah," Jon said, staring down at the bead of pre-cum that was forming at the tip of my dick. "Just like that. Dripping into him." "Yeah. I do." I had a moment's guilt, wondering if getting infected was really Seth's desire. But it didn't matter. I had done it so many times. I had done it to Jon. I had done it to Cal. I had done it to too many anonymous, hungry me. Seth was just one more. "I want to breed him. I want him to be mine. "Make him your boy. Make him your infected poz boy," Jon said. "I want you to. Cal will want you to." He reached down and grabbed my cock. "Even if you don't know yet, your cock knows what it wants." "We'll talk more," I said. "But there's something we need to do first." I turned Jon back around, facing the bathroom counter. "It's time to help Seth in this process." Together, we scooped up the pills that Jon had counted out, and put them in Seth's bottle. It took only a few seconds, then we put the cap back on. Jon shook it, making sure the real and fake were mixed up. Each morning Seth took a pill, he had an even chance of taking a harmless, useless placebo. "You going to remind him to take his drugs in the morning?" Jon asked me. "Why?" "That's my man," Jon said. "The man that infected me." "Lost track of how many I have infected," I said. In order to make the numbers balance out, I had to infect two men before I died. I had stopped counting when I did ten times that. I had barely met Jon, and since then, our pace had only picked up. "Seth will be just one more," Jon said. We were briefly interrupted by another loud moan from the bedroom. It was a deep moan, but from a young man. It was clearly Seth, clearly unable to process what Cal was doing to him. "Put him out of his misery, Cal," Jon said. "Give him what he needs." Much more quietly, so that only the two of us could hear, Jon continued. "Give him AIDS." "Right on," I answered Jon, loud enough for the boys to hear in the other room. "Infect him," I said, but this time it was for Jon's ears only. We were quiet for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of our boy fucking another man. "Fucking hot," Jon said. "Yeah," I said. "Listening to our boy breed." "Spreading his seed." There was a visceral grunt from the bedroom. We had both heard it so many times before. It was the sound of Cal reaching orgasm. His seed was shooting out of his cock, right into Seth's pure, innocent hole. "Fill Seth up. Knock him up with your sperm," Jon called out. "Should we join them?" I asked. We had done what needed to be done in the bathroom, and if Cal was like any other horny college boy, he was going to need another dick in him soon. "Sure," Jon said. He carefully hid the bag of fake Truvada in a drawer, before pulling on the bathrobe he had let fall earlier. He didn't bother trying to close the front. He knew it was an exercise in pointlessness; his erection would stick out no matter what. "Who should get him next?" he asked. I didn't bother to answer the question. I grabbed his hand, and together, we walked out to the bedroom. On the bed, Seth was on his back, his legs nearly tucked behind his ears, as Cal's young cock was still buried deep in Seth's hole. "You take care of the boy, boy?" I asked. Seth answered. "Yeah," he said. "He did." He reached down and grabbed his cock. It was painfully stiff; his balls swollen with unreleased cum. "But, when is it my turn?" "Your turn boy? Your turn?" Jon asked. "What makes you think it's your turn?" Jon's cock was bouncing up and down in front of him. Despite all the loads Jon had already injected into Seth, Jon was aching to make another deposit. "Relax," I said. "You can last long enough for a horny teenaged boy to get off. How long will it take?" "Too long," Jon said, but he was laughing. "So, Seth. Who do you want to take your load?" I asked. I didn't know who Seth was going to choose. Worse, I didn't know who I wanted him to choose. Part of me wanted to take his load, but I also wanted to see Jon take it. Even after all these years, there was something intensely arousing about seeing my husband get fucked and taking a load. But that would mean I wouldn't get to feel his hard shaft slide up into my hole. Nor would I get to feel his eager thrusts, pushing himself inevitably to orgasm. I also wanted to see Cal take his load. I wanted to watch the two men revel in the youthful perfection of their bodies, exploiting the pleasure each of them brought the other. "I want to know as well," Cal said. Cal's dick was still in Seth's hole, but that hardly satiated his lust for hard cock fucking him. "Fuck," Seth said, as the full meaning of my question hit him. "I don't want to choose." "But you have to," Jon said. "If I have to," he said, and paused for a moment. He opened his mouth once, but closed it again without saying anything. Then he opened again. "JP," he said. I want to cum in him first." "Me?" I stammered. I had thought through scenarios of Jon, the one who had first planted all these seeds in his head, and also planted the first seed in his hole. Or I had thought of scenarios with Cal, the one who was so close to him in age, attitude, and horniness. But somehow, I had forgotten about anything that involved myself. But yet, it was me who Seth had selected. He had barely hesitated when he had selected me. "Yeah," Jon said. He was smiling at me, happy that I had been choosen. "You." "Well," I said. "If it is my turn, it is my turn." I got on to the bed, and lay down next to Seth. The boy turn to me, and we began to kiss. "Are you ready?" I asked him. "Of course I'm ready," Seth said. I looked down. His cock was sticking straight up with a drop of pre-cum at the tip. "I've been ready." Cal was slowly pulling his cock out from Seth's hole; each ridge and vein made Seth's dick throb with pleasure. "And you?" "Of course," I said. It was hardly the first time I had been fucked. It was hardly the first time I had been fucked this week. Although we had our preferences, my family was a versatile one, ready to lend a dick or a hole as it was needed. I reached down and wrapped my hand around Seth's cock. It was fatter than I expected, harder than I realized. It was good that Jon had been the last man to fuck me. His cock was a bit longer, but not as thick. Anything less, and I would have to take back my assertion of readiness. "Damn, that's bigger than it looks." "You'll take it," Jon said. His tone of voice was the perfect blend of a statement of fact and a command. Of course, I would take it. It was just a matter of how much lube would be needed or how many hits from the brown bottle I would take. "And I'm going to watch." Cal had finally pulled himself out of Seth's hole, and moved to the side. Seth took the opportunity to move himself between my legs. I grabbed my ankles and spread my legs for him, offering up my tight hole for his pleasure. "Fuck, that's what I want to see," Seth said. "Fucking hot man, offering up his hole." "Raw hole," I said. "Never gonna use a rubber again." Seth smiled and poured some lube on his cock. He quickly rubbed it across the full length and girth of his shaft, getting it shiny with the slippery oil. Jon handed me a bottle of poppers. I unscrewed the cap and inhaled greedily. Just as I was switching nostrils, Seth pressed the tip of his dick against my hole. "Gonna go all the way in." "Do it," Cal said. "He can take it." "Of course he can," Seth said. He took the brown bottle from me and held it under his nose. He took a hit and switched nostrils like an old hand. He was going to look so hot smoking a glass pipe. He handed the bottle back to me. "Oh damn," he grunted as the poppers began to take effect. "Fuck," he moaned, as he pressed his dick against my hole. "Fuck," I grunted, as his cockhead pushed into my body. His dick was just as thick as it looked. I had to force myself to relax; at least the weed and poppers made that easy, as Seth's shaft pressed into me. "Oh god," I said, as I tried to accommodate his meaty tool. "You've got this," Seth said. I started into his blue-green eyes, trying not to think about anything other than his cock in my hole. From long experience, it was better to grab the bull by its horns and give myself over to getting fucked than trying to distract myself from what my body was enduring. As I forced myself to accept Seth's tool, it became easier to feel the pleasure in getting fucked. "Oh damn," I grunted. "Your cock." I exhaled, possibly for the first time since I had hit the poppers. The warm waves of pure carnal lust radiated out from my dick and went directly to my ass. I finally relaxed, and Seth's dick slid the rest of the way into me. "Fucking hard cock." "Fucking hot ass," Seth said. He pulled his cock out, just enough to torment me with the idea of no cock at all. "Fucking HOT ASS," he slurred, slamming his dick back into me. He leaned over me, his face only inches from mine. "Hot, hot ass," he said. His breath was warm. "Fucking hard dick," I said. Seth was slowly finding his rhythm. Every time his dick hit a sensitive spot, bolts of pleasure and pain shot through my body. "Oh, damn," Seth moaned as he hit another sensitive spot. "The way your ass milks my dick." He hit another spot, and I clenched down, trying to work through the sudden pain. "Fucking milking me," he repeated. Our faces were barely an inch apart. He was staring at me, his eyes dilated in pleasure. "Fucking hard dick," I finally managed to say, not wanting to ruin the pleasure he was feeling. Every time he hit a sensitive spot, his dick throbbed and some pre-cum leaked out into me. "Hot boy fucking me hard." I grabbed the back of his head, and pulled his lips against mine. Seth needed no additional instructions. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored every part of it. What he lacked in kissing experience he more than made up with enthusiasm. I tried to force my tongue into his mouth, but he pushed it away. "No," he said. "It's my turn now." He pushed his dick back into me. It was a small display of dominance, but the men around me were experienced. They saw it for exactly what it was. "Boy's getting cocky," Cal said. "Fucking hard boy dick," I said. Seth slammed back into me. "Pounding me deep." "Hot damn daddy hole," Seth said, before sticking his tongue back into me. He ran his hand over my chest, running my chest hair through his fingers. "Goddamned hot daddy hole," he repeated himself. Although big, his cock was perfectly shaped and it was easy to get comfortable. I quick got acclimated to the thick shaft of man meat pushing its way deeper into me. "Fucking hot boy cock," I murmured between our kisses. "Fucking pound me." I kissed him again. "Slam it into me, my fucking hot boy." I didn't intend to say that. "Feels so good inside me, my boy." I really didn't intend to double down on it, but I was powerless. I wondered if Seth would even notice it. "Fuck yeah, Daddy." He had noticed. His cock had gotten hard and the pre-cum had gone from a slow drip to a steady stream. "I'm going to cum in you Daddy. Breed that hot butt of yours." "Do it, boy. Cum in me. Breed me good." His cock was slamming in and out of me, eagerly exploring my hole, and loving every sensation of being inside another man. The pre-cum was leaking from him, and it wouldn't take much for his dick to explode. "Cum in me, boy," I said. He pressed his lips against me, and slammed his cock balls-deep into my hole. I reached down and grabbed his muscular butt and pulled him deeper into me. My fingers quickly found his hole, and gently teased him. "Oh fuck, Daddy. I'm cumming," he said. His was barely able to contain his energy, and his whole body began to spasm as his balls started to pump their accumulated load into me. "Come on boy. Do it. Shoot your load into me. Mark me." From the very first spurt, it was obvious that Seth was shooting boy seed. It was watery and weak, capable of only impregnating a woman. It would have no effect against a man like me. But tonight, it didn't matter. What was important was that he had cum inside of me and that we were now fluid bonded. No matter what happened, we would always have that connection. "Oh fuck Daddy," Seth grunted. His hips continued to buck wildly as his balls pumped more and more of his sweet, innocent boy cum into me. "I'm cumming in you." "Come on boy. Breed me." Jon and Cal were kneeling on the bed around the two of us, both of them stroking their hard cocks, Their balls were filled with a real man's semen: thick, potent, powerful, and deadly. I stuck a finger into his hole. "Oh fuck," Seth grunted in response, and his dick throbbed again. Another spurt of his cum landed in my hole. "Feels so fucking good. You playing with my hole. Me cumming in you." "I know, boy. No need for any of this to stop." My own dick was just as hard as Seth's. In one night, Jon, Cal, and I had taken down the armor that Seth had put on. We had taught him how the physical protection denied him the true pleasure of man-on-man fucking, and he no longer needed the shield that the rubbers provided. We had also sabotaged the chemical weapons he had to protect himself. Of course, he would continue to use them, but the placebos would provide no security, and the rare functioning pill would be worse than useless, actively helping to breed resistance in the virus we were gifting you. "No need for it to stop at all," Jon said. Seth and I turn to see him playing with his hard cock. "Ready for another load?"

Infected with hiv through a bareback gang bang conversion party, also have herpes, syph and now gono in my cunt!

9. Cal "One more load for my boy," Jon said. Deep inside my body, I could feel the spurts of poz cum shooting into me. Jon's orgasms were usually energetic and forceful; I could feel each spurt land in my hole. I thought of them as bullets, each one carrying a deadly payload. Of course, it no longer affected me, but in the early days, before I had converted, the analogy was much more salient. "Fuck, that's hot," Seth said. His eyes were darting back and forth between JP, Jon and myself. He was taking in the entire scene and did not want to miss the smallest detail. His cock was hard, a drop of pre-cum at the tip. I reached out and grabbed his dick. "You want another load?" I asked. "Of course," he said. Jon pressed his dick into me one last time. There was a gentle spurt from his dickhead, but I knew it was the last one for now. What I had gotten was enough. It had soothed the itch I had, and I could concentrate on more important things, like breeding Seth's tight hole. "I'm spent," Jon said. He slowly pulled his dick out of me, pushing it in every once in a while, just enough to work his load into me. My own dick was twitching, as I felt the toxic load he had just deposited into me get absorbed. I needed to pass this precious virus on to Seth and make him part of our extended poz family. "Old man," JP said, wrapping an arm around Jon. "Come on. Let's get a drink and recharge while these boys play." He emphasized "recharge." Seth had entered a den of vipers, and all three of us were eager to give him our venom. I got up from the bed and found Seth. He wrapped an arm around me as we started to kiss. "You want a load?" I asked him. "Yeah," he said. "I want one from you now." "That's what I wanted to hear," I said. "You boys have fun," Jon said. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." "That's a lot of things we can do," I replied. The two older men got off the bed, and started to kiss each other. I knew both of them far too well, and knew that they were good for several more loads tonight. Their excuse of a drink was far more likely to do a line or two in the kitchen or something even more nefarious. "But I think Seth wants to stick with the old standards." "Fucking like horny weasels in heat?" JP asked. "Hell yeah," Seth said. "Feels so damn good to have your cum in me." His cock was pressed against my body. It was stiff and hard, straining for relief. When Jon and JP were first fucking me, they would never let me cum until they had unloaded every drop from their balls into me. It was hard to say no to their dicks when it was the only way I would get off. We were not going to treat Seth any differently. I reached around Seth's body, finding his muscular ass and pushing my fingers between his cheeks. His hole was wet, a bit of cum dripping out of it. "Sloppy hole," I said. "Fucking hot." "Three men fucked me tonight," he said. "Three hot men. Fucked me raw." "And one of them is going to fuck you again," I said. My cock was also pressing against his body, eager to get back into that hot hole, eager to spread its potent semen. "Pound that hole and work those loads into you." "Seems like you boys have everything under control," Jon said. "We'll do what comes naturally," I said. The two men leaned in and kissed us one last time, before heading into the kitchen. "We're alone now." "I know," Seth said. I traced out the edges of his hole with a finger, eliciting a soft moan from him. "How old are you," he finally managed to ask. "How old do you think I am?" "I don't know. Twenties?" "Good guess," I said. "I'm 25. And you?" "18," Seth said. "The young one," I replied. "What do you think of Jon? JP?" "Fucking hot. And their cocks are huge." "Not to mention their loads." "How long have you known them?" I had to think for a moment. I had been in Jon's class in the fall of my sophomore year, and finally had the courage to approach him in the winter. That had been what, six years ago. I had been living with Jon and JP for nearly five of those years. "Six years?" I said, still not entirely sure of my math. "And you've been," he started, but then trailed off. "You know." "Letting them fuck me raw?" "Yeah," he said. "I mean." He was beating around the bush. He wanted to know how I became poz. But I wasn't ready to make it easy for him just quite yet. "No. It's ok." I kissed him again, even as I continued to play with his hole. It was still warm and wet, and my finger disappeared into it easily. Seth was ready to be bred, and I was the man who was going to do it. "But first, let's get in a better position." "How do you want me?" "On you back. Legs on my shoulders." "Your cock in my hole?" "Of course. Raw cock." Before he could answer, I stick my tongue back into his mouth. We kissed deeply, then I pushed him hard away from me. He tumbled back, landing on his back, his head perfectly hitting the pillows. Almost by instinct he spread his legs and exposed most secret and sensitive part of his body to me. His hole was wet, glistening in the light from the multiple loads slowly dripping out of him. "Fuck me, Cal," he said. "Pound that raw cock in my hole." I positioned myself between his legs. He grabbed his thick thighs and hoisted them onto my shoulders. Unplanned, but completely naturally, he shifted his body just enough such that my cock was just barely pressing against his hole. "Breed me," he said. "Please?" Seth's hunger was all too familiar to me. I was not ashamed to admit that I had been there myself. Many times, in fact. There was only one thing that could satisfy that craving, and it was my privilege to be able to do that. "Of course," I said. I pushed my hip upward slightly. The tiny movement was all that was needed; my dick head slid into Seth's hole and was quickly followed by nearly an inch of my shaft. "Oh my god," he grunted. "You're inside of me." "I know. It feels amazing. You want it all?" "Do you have even to ask?" Seth said. "Every fucking inch of your shaft. Every fucking drop from your balls. Give it to me." I pushed forward. He had given me permission and there was no reason for me to wait any longer. I thrust my way in and his hole enveloped me. My dickhead was practically swimming through the pools of spooge that had accumulated in the depths of his hole. Not only had he allowed me inside of him without even a thin rubber, he had given me permission to cum in his hole. He knew I was poz, but had no idea just how powerful my semen was right then. "This is what I wanted," I said. "You and me. Fucking." "It's nice, isn't it?" Seth asked. I leaned in and he craned his head up. Our lips met, softly at first and then harder. I pressed my body against his, feeling the warmth of his skin, and the hardness of his muscles. "Really nice," he said, in a pause between our deep kisses. I loved Jon. I loved JP. I couldn't imagine a life without them in my life. But they were at least twenty years my senior, at a very different point in their lives. Seth was far closer to my age and still had the exuberance of youth that I sometimes missed with my two Daddies. "You're fun," I said. "Like a little bro. That I can fuck." "Yeah, big bro?" Seth said. The way he said "big bro" made me want to cum in him that very minute. "You wanna fuck my tight hole. Pound that cum into me?" Breed me before Daddy comes back?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "So damn hot." I leaned in and kissed him again. "I'm glad you came this weekend," I said. "Me too," Seth replied. "Glad that we have a chance to play together." We took another deep kiss, which lead to my dick dribbling a bit more pre-cum into Seth's already loaded hole. I was familiar with the urge to spread my seed and breed every available hole. But this was more complex than the visceral, animal breeding instinct. This was far closer to what I felt when I was inside Jon or JP. I forced myself to remember that Seth was just a plaything for the weekend. Perhaps he would last longer, but there had been many like him. Boys and men that we had recruited to seed, keeping them just long enough for them to get our gift. Seth would be no different. "I want to cum inside you again," I finally said. Nothing about emotions. Just about intentions and actions. "I want you to cum in me too," Seth said. This time, he initiated the kiss. Just as we had intended, Seth was enjoying every second. His dick was hard, pressed between our bodies, and his hole was warm and wet. "You're, uh," he began, then stumbled. I kissed him again. "You can ask me anything. I'll answer the best I can." "You're, uh, poz, right? Jon told me." "Yeah, I am. Nearly six years now." "Do you know? Like, how you got it?" "Yeah. Bareback fucking." I pushed my dick into Seth's body. The tender, soft skin of his ass caressed my dickhead, massaging it. There was nothing protecting the two of us from the dangers that I carried so proudly. "Do you know who?" "Yeah," I said. It wasn't entirely true. There had been so many men those frantic weeks, more than I could ever keep track of sober, much less as high, stoned, and tweaked as I was during that time. But there had been two men that had been there the entire time. The two that held me as I shook in helpless fear at what I had done. The two that celebrated when I reached a new milestone in being fucked. The two that were my daddies in so many ways. They were the two that I fell in love with. "Who?" Seth asked. "Jon. JP." "Wait. But you knew." "Yeah, I knew." It seemed so long ago now. Being poz was now an essential part of who I was. It was hard to remember what it was like back then, when it was all so very new and simultaneously scary and exciting. "But." Seth stumbled. He had a lot of questions, and didn't know how to ask them. "But," he started again. I decided to help him out. "You've heard of bug chasers?" He nodded. "Back then, I was a bugchaser." He pulled me closer to him, and kissed me again. "I was too scared." "I was too. And there wasn't PrEP. But I wanted to bareback. And I really wanted to bareback with Jon. And, later, JP. But Jon." Those weeks were crazy. I would meet Jon every afternoon from school and go home with him. He and JP would fuck me at least once. Sometimes their friends would come over. On weekends, we would party the entire weekend. Most of it had been captured on tape. Some had made it to a movie, but more of it had to be surreptitiously released. Like cold-war samizdat, illegal content shared among a small circle of like-minded men. "And now?" Seth asked. "Any regrets?" "Only that I didn't do it earlier." "Why?" Seth asked. The few years that separated us were significant; I had matured so much in that time and understood so much more about myself and how I wanted to live my life. "It got me Jon. It got me JP. It meant I could have sex with them. Sex without fear. It meant I could do what I wanted." I kissed him again, and pushed my dick deeper into him. "How did you meet him?" Seth asked. "Jon, I mean." "Heh. I had him for a class. And then I found one of his films. I wasn't sure. Until I ran into him at the gym, and saw his tattoos." "Films? He's been in movies?" "Yeah. We've all been in porn now." "Which ones?" "I'm not sure they even have names." I was lying. I knew exactly what they were called. The first one was called "Cal Jones Joins the Club." The next one was "Toxic Waste II." But there was time later to talk about the movies. About the partying I had done. About the men I had helped to infect. Right now, the important thing was Seth. He needed another load injected in him. I was now fully engaged in Seth's breeding. I knew exactly what Jon and JP had planned for him, and I would do nothing to stop it. More than that, I would even actively assist them in the process. I wanted Seth to join our exclusive club. My cock was balls-deep inside of him, ready to explode, although the effects of that explosion would take a long time to manifest themselves. "But enough about that. Let's talk about better things. Like how wet your hole is." "And how good you cock feels inside it." "And how I want to cum in you." "Do it, man. Cum in me." He squeezed his ass around my shaft. The loads already in him squished around my dick, lubricating it. I pulled out, then pushed back in. He was warm and welcoming, allowing me to slide my cock all the way into his body. "Fuck man, that feels good." "Me inside you?" I asked. "Yeah. You on top of me. You skin against mine." "It feels good. To be next to you. To be in you." My cock was dripping now. The conversation had veered back and forth ever since I first slid into him, and now it was back to the personal and intimate. "My cock inside of you." "You poz cock," he said. My dick dripped pre-cum into his hole. "It's crazy," he said. I nodded, wanting him to go on. "I feel safe with a poz man fucking me. Fucking me bareback." "It's a good feeling, isn't it," I said. "To be able to have sex the way men are supposed it. To be able to share our fluids. And not have to be afraid." "Yeah," Seth said. "It's really good." "Think you will ever go back?" "Back? To rubbers?" Seth laughed. "Not a chance. I'm going to throw out all my condoms when I get home." "Good boy," I said. I leaned in and kissed him. It was a long kiss, long enough that we had to stop for a breath in the middle of it. It was the kiss of men who had found what they needed, with the languid pacing that was easy after the first load had been shot. We didn't have to rush to get relief. We could enjoy all the sensations and all the pleasures. I had fucked many boys in my life, both with a condom and without. Of course, I felt closer to the men I fucked raw. It was hard to know a man through any sort of rubber shield. But even raw, Seth felt different. He felt exciting and new, yet also familiar and calming. It reminded me a bit of the first times that Jon let me fuck him. It had been the same weekend he had first fucked me raw. From the way Seth kissed me back, it was clear I wasn't the only one that was feeling this. "Is it always like this?" Seth finally asked. "Barebacking?" I asked. "Yeah." "Not always. But sometimes." "I want your cum in me so badly," Seth said. "I want JP's cum in me." I noticed that the two men he wanted had the highest viral load. "I want Jon in me." The one member of our family who was stubbornly sticking to his meds was the one Seth put last. Even if Seth didn't yet know what he needed, his sub-conscious mind definitely knew. "We're here. Here to fuck you and here to breed you," I said. I pressed my tongue back into the young man, keeping him from talking any more. It also kept me from saying anything further. When I first pushed my dick into him, I knew exactly what I was doing. Even though that was only a few hours ago, it seemed closer to an eternity ago. Since then, my family had deposited several more loads of cum into him, and I was getting ready to add my second load. What was once a controlled, orderly breeding was spinning out of control. I wasn't sure what I would say if I said anything more; I worried I would make promises I would never be able to keep. "I want to cum in you," I finally said, as we stopped kissing. It had the advantage that it was completely true, and exactly what he wanted. "I want that. I want you to cum in me a lot. And I want JP and Jon to cum in me as well." From behind me, I heard JP speak. "We want that as well." I turned my head, and saw my two lovers standing at the foot of the bed. They were naked, dicks semi-hard. They each held a glass of amber whisky, and Jon had Seth's overnight bag in his other hand. "Continue," JP said. "The boy needs a load." "You know it," Seth said. I pushed my dick deeper into Seth, as the two men disappeared into the bathroom. I couldn't decide what I wanted more: to be able to fuck this amazing piece of ass all night, or to dump another dirty load into the young man. "Come on. Give it to me. You know I want it. I want it from you." I was still a bit stoned, and in my drug-fogged, sex-crazed state, it was hard for me to tell if Seth was talking about my load or my virus. "I want to give it to you," I said. I slammed my cock into him, and then kissed him deeply. "Oh god," Seth managed to moan. His body was shaking with pleasure, happy to be exactly where he was, getting my cock deep in his hole. I wondered what he would be like with a bit of tina in him. I wondered if he would turn into a complete slut, taking loads from almost any man he could find. The thought brought back the familiar hunger. I wanted a shard of crystal up my ass, the glass pipe against my lips, and the drugged-up, sexual darkness taking over my soul. "Oh yes," I grunted in response. My cock was still leaking pre-cum into Seth. The young man deserved my cum more than nearly any boy I had yet met. He deserved all of it: my soothing semen, the eager sperm, and the deadly virus. "You want my load?" "Hell yeah," Seth moaned. It was a loud moan. Even in the bathroom, Jon and JP could have heard it clearly. "Put him out of his misery, Cal," Jon called out. They had heard Seth's thundering moan. "Give him what he needs." "Right on," I said, loudly enough for Jon to hear me. Then, more quietly, just for Seth to hear, I continued. "You want it, hot man? You want my load, little bro?" "Please, big bro. Fuck my hole. Breed your lil bro." Something about the way he called me "bro" made my dick twitch. I slammed it in. The indecision, between fucking him all night or breeding him immediately, had disappeared. I needed to breed Seth, and Seth needed to be bred. "Give me your load," he said. "Oh yeah, little bro," I said. "You're gonna get my load. Every single drop." I punctuated each word with another deep thrust into Seth's body. My dick was starting to tingle and my balls were getting tight. I recognized the signs. I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. "Get that load deep into you." "Please man. You know I want it. I fucking need it." "Oh fuck," I grunted. I was no longer in conscious control of my actions. My dick had taken over, and it only cared about its own pleasure. It was impossible for me to worry about anything else, least of all Seth's safety. "Oh fuck," I grunted again, my dick now throbbing. "Take it," I moaned, as the first spurt of cum worked its way down my shaft and into Seth's hungry hole. As my sperm hit Seth's hole, I could feel the boy relax underneath me. He had gotten what he had been wanting so badly, and for a few minutes, his cum-lust was satisfied. From my own experience, I knew how short this moment of peace and happiness would be. It would be only a few minutes before he grew used to my load inside of him, and he would need more semen to placate his limitless needs. "Oh god man, fill me up," he said. "As much as you want, bro," I said. I wanted him to grow accustomed to my poz sperm and to crave it just as much as I was craving his neg hole. This was a slow process, and he wasn't quite ready to embrace the full depth of his new-found desires. As much as I wanted, it was not yet the time to remind him of the virus I was injecting into his body. "Every single drop I can give you," I continued, as another spurt shot into his healthy, innocent body. I hadn't tried to keep my voice down, and my two men in the bathroom had heard me cumming in Seth. "That's my boy," Jon said. "Fill Seth up. Knock him up with your sperm." Seth might know what Jon was alluding to, but it didn't matter. Like me, he was only thinking about one thing: how good his hole felt when a man was breeding him. "Give him your babies," Jon called out. Another spurt shot out of my dick and into Seth's guts. "Damn, that feels so good," Seth said. He tried to reach down for his cock, but I grabbed his hand. "You'll get your chance," I said. I put his hand behind his head and kept my hand on his wrist. "Just enjoy getting your ass filled with cream." There was another spurt, and Seth writhed around my shaft. "Totally filled with our sperm," I repeated myself. Seth was milking me now, trying to get every drop of out my balls. It was working, and there was another surge, ending with more cum being added to Seth's collection. "Thank you man. This is exactly what I needed." "Getting your ass filled with a real man's load?" "Yeah," Seth said. He grabbed me and pulled me close. "I'm glad you came in me," he continued. He paused long enough to give me a kiss. "I'm glad all of you came in me." "Me too," I said. "I'm glad you're becoming part of our family." I kissed him again. This time it was deeper and longer. I got lost in making out, and didn't hear the two older men emerge from the bathroom. "You take care of the boy, boy?" JP asked. I turned around as best I could, my dick still embedded deep in Seth's hole. It was still enough to see Jon and JP watching us. They had put on bathrobes, but they draped open, exposing their hard dicks. "Yeah," Seth said. "He did." He reached down and grabbed his cock. "But, when is it my turn?" he was as stiff as ever. He would need relief tonight or he would never be able to sleep. "Your turn boy?" Jon asked. "Your turn?" he asked again, the incredulity dripping from his voice. "What makes you think it's your turn?" -- (4025 -> 4525*) His cock was still buried in my hole. It made me feel safe, to have him inside me and his body so close to mine. It was strange to think that I felt safe when an HIV-positive man was inside of me, especially when he was not wearing a condom. But it was now possible. Sex, even bareback sex, could be safe again

The only size that I don't like are those long enough to hit your second sphincter but not long enough to push through and just hit it when they're pounding, that be uncomfortable sometimes. Of course the ones that are so small you barely feel them aren't much fun either :-)

This is a true story that happened to me about six years ago. I had just recently discovered hooking up with Craigslist, and on one Saturday afternoon when looking through the CL M4M category, I found an intriguing ad which was advertising for a 35 year old, straight, Hispanic guy who wanted to get sucked off. He said he didn't reciprocate, but was horny and just needed to get blown. Well.... that's just the type of thing I enjoy doing. I love to service straight guys. So I sent a reply to his ad, along with a few pics of me sucking cocks. Within about ten minutes I had received a reply from him. We shared a couple of emails and he attached a few pics of his beautiful, uncut Latin cock. He finally sent me his cell number, the address to his condo as well as the code to the security gate. He was about ten miles away. I told him I was going to take a quick shower and I'd call him when I was on my way. I guess because of my boy scout training, I always like to "Be Prepared" when I get into a sexual encounter. While we had only discussed me giving him a blowjob, I decided to douche, then shower, so I'd be cleaned out, just in case he wanted to fuck me. You never know, after all, where these quick encounters might lead. I called him to let him know that I was on the road and would be there in about 20 minutes, and he responded telling me where the guest parking stalls were, and also mentioned his door would be unlocked, that I should just come into the building, walk up the staircase and I'd find him in his living room jacking off to porn. The idea of just walking into a stranger's home was both exciting and frightening to me. As I continued on my drive to his condo, I kept thinking....Is this going to be safe? What am I getting myself into? I nearly chickened out. But I was also so horny and intrigued by the thought of walking into a stranger's condo and blowing him. I just couldn't stop myself from continuing the drive to his place. I arrived at the condo complex, punched in the code and the gate opened. I quickly found his building, parked and walked to his unit. True to his word, the door was unlocked. I pushed open the door to find a small entry landing, with six or seven pairs of shoes and flip flops strewn across the floor. The condo unit itself was up the staircase, over the garages which were on the ground floor. I slowly began to climb the stairs. I could hear the sounds of straight porn coming from the TV set on the second level. As I neared the top of the stairs, I could also hear the soft whispers and muffled laughter of several male voices. I stopped in my tracks to listen for more. The whispers and muffled laughter didn't sound like it was coming from the porn movie. Were there others there? My heart began to pound as I wondered if I was being set up? Were these straight guys who were luring gay guys here to beat them up? I was now on the top stair and I cautiously looked around the wall to see who was in the living room. As I peeked around the corner I could see five Latino guys sitting on the sofa and love seat, all of whom had unzipped, each with his hard cock in hand, stoking as he watched the straight porn on the large screen TV in front of them. I stood there frozen in fear. But the sight of those straight guys stroking was also a huge turn on. My heart was pounding so hard it almost hurt. Just then one of the guys saw me peeking around the corner. "Come on in", he said. "I think I'm going to go", I muttered and I turned to head back down the stairs. Should I run? Had I gotten myself into a dangerous situation here? I started back down the staircase as I heard him yell, "No! Wait! Don't you want this cock?" I turned to see this handsome guy standing at the top of the stairs. His rock hard cock in his hand. "It's ok. My buddies just stopped over for some beers. I didn't know they were coming. But, they'd love blow jobs too, if you want to suck them off? How 'bout it? Really, it's okay." I was about half way down the stairs, but I slowly began to climb back up them again. All the time wondering, am I getting myself into trouble here? I followed the guy back to the sofas as they all watched me. "I guess I should introduce you to the guys you'll be sucking" he said, as they all chuckled. "I'm Raul. My buddies are Hector, Carlos, Joseph and Roberto". The guys each nodded and smiled as his name was called. Then their eyes all went back to the cunt on the TV screen who was getting her pussy pounded. "Wanna start with me?" Raul asked. I took my bottle of poppers from my pocket and moved to where Raul was sitting, knelt down in front of him and took his seven inch uncut dick in my mouth and began to suck on his foreskin. Raul was obviously enjoying the attention I was giving his foreskin. Then my lips pushed the foreskin back, exposing his cockhead. I sucked on the head and licked the large frenulum on the underside of his cockhead. I flicked it with my tongue. He must have been stroking for awhile. I could taste the sweet drops of precum that were coming from his piss slit. I sucked his cock to the back of my throat and slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Hector, who was sitting next to Raul begin to remove his pants. He pulled his legs out of his pants and kicked this pants out of the way. Then saw him remove his underbriefs and throw them over by his pants. His large cock was in his hand, slowly stroking it. "Go ahead. Suck on Hector's cock", Raul said. I came up off of Raul's dick and scooted over a few feet to Hector. I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth. His cock was about 6", also uncut, and slender. It was an easy shape and size to take all the way to the back of my throat. I deep throated his cock. Even able to lick part of his balls as his cockhead was buried deep down my throat. Raul slid close to Hector. I started going back and forth sucking each of those hot Latino guys. Then I discovered Roberto standing next to Hector. Roberto had stripped naked and his cock was sticking straight out. I turned to Roberto and took his cock into my mouth. Roberto grabbed the back of my head and slammed his cock to the back of my throat. He was rough and aggressive. He had about 5''s. But it was beer can thick. I had a hard time opening my throat wide enough to take his thickness. But he continued to slam into my throat. Behind Roberto, I could see Joseph and Carlos stripping out of their levis and briefs. Piles of clothes were strewn around the room. Raul reached under my arms and pulled me to my feet. "Get naked", he barked. I unbuckled my pants and removed them. I slid my briefs to the floor and stepped out of them. Kicking them to the side. Then Raul pulled my tee-shirt up and over my head. Everyone else was stripping off their shirts until all 6 of us were standing there naked. "Follow me", Raul said as we all followed him into his bedroom. A large king size bed filled the room. 2 of the guys sat on the edge of the bed and I again dropped to my knees and began to suck them both. Then Raul again grabbed me under my arms and pulled me up. "Eat my ass, faggot", he barked. As he knelt on the edge of the bed, his ass in the air. I moved behind him and leaned down. I spread his ass and licked his hole. He moaned in pleasure and I slid my tongue up inside him. As I was bent over, eating Raul's ass, I felt a finger on my own asshole. It rubbed the outside of my hole, then I felt a finger slide up inside me. I was going to get fucked. But I had no idea who's finger was exploring my hole? I heard someone spit. Then felt the wet finger slide that saliva up inside me. A few more sounds of spitting and more saliva in my ass. Then I felt the head of a cock being pressed to my hole. I still had my bottle of poppers in my hand. I came up off of Raul's ass to take a couple of sniffs of poppers. While I was breathing in the poppers, I turned to see that Roberto was the one lubing up my ass with his spit. Then I bent forward again, licking and eating Raul's ass as I felt Roberto's cock sliding up inside me. "Ahhhh, FUCK..!!!" I heard Roberto moan as he slid all the way inside me in one quick thrust. "What a nice, soft, tight pussy", he said as he began to slowly fuck me. And as I continued to eat Raul's asshole. After a couple of minutes of fucking, Roberto's cock slid out of me, quickly replaced by another cock. Hard, deep pounding continued. At this point, it all became a blur. For well over a half an hour, cocks were continually being shoved into my face to suck. Assholes were pressed to my face to lick. A steady stream of cocks rotated in and out of my mouth and ass. That afternoon I ended up taking 3 loads in my ass. One load down my throat. And the last guy shot his load all over my face as he jacked off on me. As I was dressing and wiping the cum from my goatee, Raul said, "Well, you've got my email and phone number. Let me know if you want to service us another time. You can be our pussy anytime you want. Just let me know". By the time I was walking down the stairs, back to my car, all the guys had dressed and were back on the sofa's, beers in hand, watching the slut on the TV doing just as I had been doing to all of them. Sucking their cocks, eating their asses and taking their dicks in my holes. I did call Raul a couple of times on Saturday afternoons. We had a couple of replays. It was always hot. But the excitement of that first time could never be topped. I did enjoy being used by those str8 guys as just their cum receptacle. I'll do that for any str8 guy.

I backed off then, just to see his face. The glazed look was still in his eyes but there was a new one now, Lust. Well, lets see how far he wants to play this out "Mmmm you kiss well boy, making daddy hard". As soon as id said this his face flushed an he looked down at my crotch, then at the floor "Thankyou daddy" he quietly replied, god this boy was really into it! I gently took his hand and placed it on my hard dick, Tina always makes me a) hard, and pre cum heavily). With my other hand i took hold of his chin and pulled his face up to look at me "You gonna suck daddys dick boy, show him how good you are?". Fumbling with my zipper he slowly took out my cock, not massive, only 7.5 uncut but thick. He seemed to be a bit lost in a daze so i put my hand on the back of his head and pulled his head down, he opened his lips and took my dick in his mouth, trying to go balls deep in one go and choking himself "Wow boy, pull your lips over your teeth as well" Must admit he wasn't that bad for a newby, and god did it feel good to have this twink working my dick. Then the nasty side started coming out in me, gently at first but with increasing force i pushed his head down further until he strated choking, then pop, i felt my dick head enter his throat "keep breathing boy" i told him as he adjusted, then stood up whilst holding onto his head whilst forcing him onto his knees and roughly started fucking his throat. God this felt hot, knowing i had this twink at my power, knowing he was mine to do with as i wanted. I kept the skull fucking up for about 10 minutes then let him come up for air, pushing him back off my dick he fell back slightly and lay there panting and flushed. Time for some more t i thought, but i think we need to up the game a little. "Stand up boy" i firmly told him, the look in my eye then if nothing else convinced him to do as i said, quick as a flash he was stood in front of me. "Follow me boy" with that i turned and walked out of the lounge and into my playroom. Well i call it that, all it is really is my spare room with a sling frame in it. When i got there i dug out an old dirty jock left over from my last hard session, put it on the sling and dug out a leather harness, i turned to him (he had followed me, good boy!) and told him "Strip off your clothes and put these on, call me when youve finished and dont take too long". Without waiting for a reply i walked out and into my own room, i quickly stripped off and put on my leather jock, harness, bicep strap, boots and muir cap, slipping on and tying my boots to finish off. "Im ready daddy" i heard him call, he sounded eager and alert, my dick twitched in my jock. I walked back into the sling room, he was stood there waiting, in my hand i had another G laced coke, some tina, my pipe and some slamming gear. I dont slam often, tending to prefer smoking, but i do partake sometimes. "Good boy, now have another drink then get in the sling" he quickly downed his drink with only a minor grimace, then looked at the sling. God he'd probably never even seen one before! "Ok boy, stand in front of it, facing me, then lie back" nervously he did. "Right now bring your legs up" again he did it, after only a minor hesitation. I secured his ankles into the straps, telling him that they were there to stop him falling out (yeah, right!). "Would you like another smoke boy?" "Yes please daddy!" I could see the T was getting him hooked, he wanted to keep that buzz. "You've done well so far boy, keep it up and il have a treat for you" I lit up and as soon as the pipe was ready got him to have 4 big hits off it. The 2nd dose of G and the T he'd just had were really hitting his system now, his dick was no longer hard but he was really turned on, slowly i caressed his chest, then went to work on his nipples. Probably no onehad ever done this to him before, he moaned like a bitch on heat and lifted himself up to meet my biting mouth "Easy boy, not so fast" then i went back to work, soon i had him writhing in the sling, i backed off and he looked at me confused. "We've got hours yet boy, and ive so much more to show you" Then i pulled up a stool and took a good long look at his ass, best bubble but id seen in years, with just a light coating of fuzz, god this lad would have every daddy in a club lusting after him! Pulling apart his cheeks i dived in and started rimming him, if he thought me chewing his nips was good he wasnt ready for what this did to him, the groans and moans he was giving off would of woken the dead, i kept working his hole hard, loosening it up bit by bit, then decided to try a finger, at first he flinched but i ressured him and he opened up enough for me to work into him. "I wasnt expecting this..." he panted, yeah right probably expected a spliff and a suck when he turned up! "I know boy, but daddy's gonna show you" Little prick tease probably been trying it on all over Grindr. Whilst i was working his ass with one hand, with another i gently worked a nice tina shard out of the bag with the other, passing it upto my other hand as i quickly pulled out my finger, placing it on the tip before working it back in again. "Ow that stings!" he exclaimed, again i reassured him, telling him it was because he was so tight, as the tina melted and worked into his system his ass loosened right up, i looked at him maintaining eye contact, as the rush hit him he threw back his head " Fuck!". "Oh i will boy, just wanna make sure your ready for i" What he didnt know was i was also using my fingers to scratch his insides, as i now worked 2, 3 then 4 into him i could see red traces on them, i had already strated using j-lube on him to work his hole with. He now looked back at me with a worried expression "I've never been fucked before, im not sure....". "You'll be fine boy, you like how my fingers feel dont you?" He nodded. "Good, i think your ready for the next step boy, you like how the pipe feels dont ya?" He nodded again. "Well this will feel a hell of alot better, believe me!" With that i turned around and prepared two rigs, nice medium size dose for me and a slightly bigger one for him, picked up the rigs, strap and some swabs i turned around and walked around to his head, placing the stuff on a nearby set of draws. He looked at me nervously again "I dont do hard drugs..." he said, "Well kid what do you think was in that pipe, weed? Its Tina boy, crystal meth, feels good doesnt it". I could see his face become more worried, almost panicy. Dont worry boy, i wont do anything to harm you, i havent yet have i?" my voice intoned nothing but re-assurance. "Ok il do myself first, you can see what i do, theres no harm involved and you'll be ok". I then strapped my arm, swabbed a vein and put in the syringe, pulling back for a flush of blood, i then pushed in, pulled out the needle, undid the strap and held my arm above my head, a quick cough as the rush hit and i felt fucking amazing! "See boy, nothing to it!" He still looked nervous, but there was a look of hunger there too, the rush from the shard was lessening a bit "Ok daddy, but not too much, god i never do this kind of thing!" Yes i thought, tina does tend to do this to you, silly young fuck! Slowly i prepped him, talking him through it all, with only the slightest wince i put in the needle, when i pulled out and told him to raise his arm, i pulled off the strap and then the rush hit him, if he thought the pipe felt good this must of been fucking amazing. "God that feels good daddy" he was panting heavier now, i fetched him a glass of water and made him drink it down, dont want him passing out on me! "How does your ass feel boy?" "Different daddy, twitchy?" I moved back around to his ass, i could see it twitching, god he needed to be fucked. Slowly i lined my dick up with his ass, then started teasing his hole, rubbing over it then slowly pushing in a bit before pulling out again. "What do you want now boy" "I want you to fuck me daddy, i've never been fucked but i want it" He'd probably jacked himself off at night thinking about being fucked, suprised no one had got there first! "Ok boy but theres a few rules, once im in i dont pull out, i never use condoms, and i always shoot in the guy, ok?" "Please use a condom daddy, i dont like the idea of unsafe" Dumb shit, does he think he can tell me what to do? "I thought i was clear boy, when i fuck its bare only, if your not happy with this then get up and dressed and go home and dont bother me again" With that i made to unstrap his ankles, as i worked the first strap i saw him chewing his lip. "Ok daddy, i want to get fucked so bad, i dont know why but i do, and i trust you" God he really was naive, little bit of chems and a stranger and he was offering them his hole. Gotta love twinkies! "Right boy, but any more of that kind of shit and il throw you out myself, got it?" He lay back and nodded. "Ok, now you may need these i said as i passed him some poppers, i showed him what to do with them. He took 6 huge goes up each nostril as i placed my dick at the entrance to his ass, then i pushed forward, i could feel his hole tense despite the poppers. Now what i hadn't told him through all this was i had HIV, wasn't on meds, probably had a high viral load, and got off on pozzing guys, with or without they're knowledge. "Slow down" he croaked but i kept pushing until i was balls deep. "You'll get used to it boy, kee breathing, try some more poppers". I held my dick there for a few minutes whilst he adjusted, then slowly began to work it in and out, building up a nice rythym until i was pounding him. As i worked myself up all i could hear from him was a stream of "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" which as i sped up descended into groans. "After a while i slowed down a bit, looked him hard in the eye and said "tell me you want my cum boy, tell me you want daddy's cum in your ass". By this time he was in 7th heaven, the drugs combined with my cock had sent him into a dream world. "Please cum in me daddy, just dont stop fucking me, god your dick feels so good, i never thought it would be like this!" With that i picked up the pace a bit, then 30 seconds later i felt it, my dick started spasaming and i shot a huge load in him. "HERE'S MY DIRTY CUM BOY, TAKE MY GIFT FUCKER!" As my orgasm subsided i saw that his cock had got hard again, id been so lost in the fuck i hadn't noticed until now, and he has a small pool of precum on his stomach. Slowly i pulled out, telling him to clench his ass to stop any coming out whilst i reached over for a butt plug to put in him. He winced slightly as i force it home, but then just lay there panting. I helped him out of the sling and back into the lounge. As he sat on the sofa, i fetched him another drink, his dick was still hard but he didnt seem to have the energy to do anything with it. This was too good an opportunity to miss, taking this lads last neg load, so i discretly put a bit of lube on my ass, then started jacking him off with my lube covered hand, with his eyes closed it was the work of a moment as he came to orgasm to quickly stand up, sit on him and ride him, in a few quick strokes he came, the suprise on his face realsing he had shot on me was a picture. After we'd both cleaned up a i fetched his clothes and told him to get dressed, he looked suprised. "But i cant go back home like this, they'll know im on something!". To be continued, have one or two ideas i need to think through 1st.

DOOR OPEN @ CLUB ST LOUIS AUGUST 16: I never know what's going to happen but I clean out, lube my ass up with some albolene, and play with my Titanmen Wand. I was hoping to be vers but I ran out of Viagra. so I stuck a pillow under me and played some old Jeff Stryker porn on my computer. My first load was from a tiny Latino with a small dick. He always is willing to fuck me and he gave me a nice load. My second and third loads were from a tall African-American with a 7" cut tool. He was a masterful top: he knew how to tease an asshole and he got my inner slut going. Soon my asshole went from being a mere hole to a raging man cunt. My ass had come alive and was winking in Morse Code, "Feed Me". I was still hungry but I decided to head home. Later I was most relaxed I have felt in years. I got home and I felt hot cum drip out of my ass. I pushed the cum back in and then licked my fingers. Life is good when you are honest about being a slut for cum.

FRANKLIN SQUARE PARK CREW: PART 3- The Crew Take Their Turn, Tommy’s Colors Show I had barely got the feeling back in my legs when two of Warren’s crew came back. They looked young – very young – so could not have been much older than 18 if that. One of them had the plate and set it down beside me. I rolled onto my side, propping myself up on my arm, and took a few lines. The one closest to me was just sort of watching me, so I did some more, noticed his buddy behind him was rubbing the front of his pants, so asked the kid, “Did Warren send you back for anything in particular?” The kid in back stepped around his friend and said, “YEAH! We’re gonna fuck you, fuck you good.” His buddy slapped him on the chest and said, “Damn man, make us sound like we ain’t done this before. We do it all the time, alright? All the time. So yeah, Warren said we could. He said we didn’t have to use no rubber or nothing.” I shook my head in agreement. I wanted to bet this was their first time fucking a guy. The kid continued, “And he said to make sure to tell you we both got nasty infected dicks just like you need.” Oh yeah, this would be good! The kids still look scared, so I reached over, grabbed my t-shirt, and said, “Hey, how’s this, I’ll get on my hands and knees. You like doggy style? OK, good. I’ll get like that and will put my t-shirt over my head. We’ll pretend like you broke into a house and you found this white chick all alone, so you two decide to rape her ass so she can’t see you.” As I was talking their eyes got bigger as did their dicks that they both were now rubbing. I nodded towards the parking area and said, “But the neighbors are close by, so you can’t be too loud, you have to learn to take what you want, even if she is crying and whimpering, but you have to keep her quiet and then leave her scared knowing you may have just gave her your babies.” Their eyes got really big on that, so I got on my hands and knees, put my t-shirt over my head, and waited. I could hear them getting undressed and one of them jumped on my ass and slammed his dick in my wet and open hole. He was not as big as Warren, but close, so I yelped a little. My t-shirt was then pulled off my head, and I saw the other kid twirling it into a roll just before he tied it around my eyes. I only caught a glimpse of his dick, but he looked like he was just as big as his friend. The kid fucking me had no skill, but his huge raw dick made up for that. The kid in front of my kept his hands on the t-shirt tied over my eyes, like he was afraid it was going to fall off. I started feeling around in the air, made contact with his leg, which made him jump. I found his dick and pulled it towards my open mouth. He got the hint, and let me start opening my throat to swallow his young black dick. He tasted so good! Very sweaty. “This bitch can suck dick!” he said. His buddy fucking me slapped him and said in a whisper, “Shut up man, the neighbors, remember,” as he was digging out my hole. The kid I was sucking said, “OOOHHHH, yeah, ooh, umm. Shhhh now, bitch, suck it good now, suck it, we’re going to rape you good aren’t we Kyle?” The guy fucking me stopped, and said in an angry whisper, “What the fuck man? You say my name? We’re raping the bitch you dumb ass fucker, now come one.” I started to laugh, which is hard to do with 10+ inches of raw black dick down your throat. These kids were cute, and have to give them points for trying. Kyle – who I now knew was fucking me – pushed himself up and off me a little with his hands to leverage his dick deeper in my hole. He was doing big long strokes now while his buddy in my mouth slowed to watch and as Kyle was unloading inside me started asking, “Was it good man? What did it feel like? Did you like it? Does his ass really feel better than pussy.” Kyle’s orgasm stopped, he kneeled behind me, reached back out and slapped the guy I was sucking and said, “Shut UP!” Kyle then pulled out of my ass and started to get dressed. The kid I was sucking wasted no time, squatted behind me and slammed balls deep. FUCK YEAH! He was just as big as his buddy and had a little natural skill. He started to scrape my guts good and as he seemed open to the scenario, I figured I would see what he wanted to learn. I pitched my voice a little to sound more feminine and said in a soft whisper, “OH NO, please don’t rape me, please stop, please don’t rape my white hole, I don’t want your babies, no please don’t fuck me.” The kid said “AAHHH yes, I’m gonna rape you bitch, aaahhh yes, it does feel better than pussy, AAHH yes, yes…..AAAHHHH…” The kid fucked hard, fast, and furious and had great stamina and I was soon having a hard time keeping up as my arms were tired. “Where do you want my cum bitch?” the kid asked, “Where do you want me to shoot?” I gently reminded him, “Fuck my pussy, shoot in my pussy, rape it, rape my pussy.” That set him off and he let out a long, loud, moan as he shot jet after jet of young cum into my sloppy hole. Before leaving the kid knelt down by my head and said, “I want to do that again. Will you let me? What else can we do? Can I rob you, yeah that would be hot, wait what about a car jack, do you have a car?” I chuckled again and said, “Hey man, would love to play again, just leave me your number and remember, what we do is between us, don’t tell Warren.” He had barely gone when Tommy was there saying, “You are one fucked up white slut. Teaching those boys shit like that,” as he handed me a plate filled anew with lines. I was snorting hard when Tommy said, “You want it like that? You want some big black dick raping you? I got a buddy from jail that has helped me take a couple white chicks down and teach them a thing or two. How about that? I think you need to be taught a thing or two and given a street fuck. No drugs to help you out, we get rough and serious, give me your keys.” I went over to where my pants were piled up, took out my keys and handed them to Tommy. He took them waved them in front of my face and said, “I’m sending one of the boys out have a set made. Here, write down your address. My friend and I are going pay you a visit sometime, maybe we will be there when you get home, maybe we will come in the middle of the night, maybe I will sell these to someone else to come rape you. You won’t know until it happens. Does that make that hole wet? I see it makes your little white dick hard?” Tommy now stepped behind me, I heard my keys drop into his pocket and his pants unzip and Tommy pushed me face down onto the blankets with his left arm around my neck as his right hand guided his hard dick back up my ass. “Yeah your hole is nice and wet thinking about black dick raping you. Oh baby girl, I’m going to tear that pussy up so good!” I started to say something and Tommy squeezed my neck harder and said, “Shut the fuck up! Oh we are going to use you so good! Teach you to obey a black man like he should be obeyed, Warren may think he own’s you now, but you and I know what you really want – who you really want – what you ARE GOING TO GET!!!!” Tommy unloaded into me as he squeezed my neck tight, giving me a preview of what the future held. I lay on my stomach for a minute after Tommy yanked his dick out. He was still standing there, pants down, a snarl on his face. I crawled over, took his dick, which was covered in ass juice, some blood, and several guys cum all mixed together. I opened my mouth and sucked him in, and licked him cleaned. I looked up and said, “I’ll be waiting.” Tommy took the empty plate, walked out onto the dock and I laid back down on the blankets that were now stained with my ass juice and more. He wasn’t serious was he? I mean, guys talk shit like that all the time. It’s just sex and games, right? The evening picked up and several more guys came through pretty quickly, all of whom just wanted to fuck and unload up my ass. Warren came to check on me and I told him I was doing pretty good. I was so fucked up, and was full of cum and needed to let some out. He had me follow him into the bathroom, locked the door then said, “Bend over the sink, I’m on garbage duty, so you just push your hole out like you gotta shit so I can eat all that cum and juice up.” I did as Warren asked and loved the feel of him eating my ass. I started begging, “Fuck me man, come on, use what’s left to get up in my ass. I NEED that big black dick.” Warren finished, stood up, wiped his mouth and said, “I know you do – good slut – but not yet, I still got business to handle and next time I fuck you it’s going to blow your fucking mind. You ass was full of the nastiest shit you know? Those Latin guys, all untreated syphilis. The white guy in the BMW? Same. My crew? Well the boys got AIDs, crabs, gonno, and more. And Tommy? Well good old Tommy has got a raging case of HEP B and HEP C from all the dirty needles he uses. And me – well I cannot keep track of everything can I.” Warren unlocked the door, I went back to my post, and Tommy came by with a new plate full of white powder, all lined up like little soldiers in line for a parade. The parade was cut short as I snorted them up. Tommy leaned in and said, “No mercy bitch.” I smiled and nodded as he walked away. Stay tuned for PART 4- Two Wild Fucks and Off to the Circus

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