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Dad’s Basement Part Twenty-Seven I watched Dad back up, giving the cameraman room to get in front of me to get more of my gang bang on film. I watched him slowly stroke his cock about six feet away. The hard cock inside me continued to pounded my sloppy hole, which was making a lot of noise as he pulled and pushed in and out of it. I could feel cum running down my balls, and I was sure that it was dripping off. “We need a clean up” someone said. “On it” Garrett responded. The man up my hole slid all the way in, as I felt a tongue running up my hard cock heading towards my balls. It licked all around my ball sac, cleaning it of the poz cum that had leaked out my hole. Once my balls were clean, he moved towards my hole. I felt his tongue lick around my puffy hole. I knew he was hitting the cock inside of me because the man was moaning. “Pull out just a bit, wanna lick that shaft too.” The man slowly pulled back, until just his head was inside me. Garrett’s tongue hit my hole Some as he lick the man's cock shaft. “All clean, now fuck that pussy, it's time for the full blown members to get at that hole” The man rammed his cock into my hole. Pumping me hard and deep with each thrust. His fingernails were digging into my hips as is cock slammed my hole. Dad was still stroking his cock, but was not watching me get fucked. He was staring at the camera man’s ass who was slightly bent over in front of me capturing the cock in my hole. The man slammed in, grunting as his cock pulsed in my hole adding his cum to the loads in me. He pulled out and someone pushed in. “Gonna fuck the first AIDS load of the night in you” It was Garrett, he had his uncut cock deep in me. He reached up and pulled my hair, forcing my head back. I was struggling to keep my eyes on Dad. The camera man had moved in even closer, his cock was stabbing me in the throat, just under my chin. His lower abs and crotch was in my face, just slightly away from touching me. His arms were stretched over my back camera in hand filming Garrett’s AIDS cock fucking my hole. I saw two hands grab his hips, holding him. Then he thrust forward pushing his cock into my throat. Someone had slid their cock into his hole and was fucking him. “Fuck him Drew” Garrett said. Dad was fucking the camera man, who was struggling to keep his camera focused on my ass and keeping his balance. His cock was leaking pre-cum on my throat. “Deposit an AIDS load in my son’s ass” Dad said to Garrett. “He's about to get it, gonna slick it up for the next AIDS babies to come” He started to pull out and slammed back in, driving his cock deep in me. His balls slapped against me with every thrust in. I worked my hole the best I could around his cock. He was growling loudly. “Give me that deadly AIDS load!” I yelled. “Here it comes” Garrett said slamming his cock deep in me. I pushed back into his body, squeezing my hole around his pulsing cock. “Milk it pussy boy” Garrett said “Got another AIDS load for you boy” someone said behind me “Gonna add my death too” another man said Garrett pulled out and immediately another cock slid into my hole, balls deep with one thrust. “Is that an AIDS cock” I asked “Fuck yeah, gonna fuck you hard and rough with my death stick” The man grabbed my hips and started to punch fuck me, pulling his cock all the way out and driving it all the way back in. I pushed my hole out, opening it up to the hard thrusts. “Look at the cum flow out that pussy” someone yelled. “That cameraman is getting covered in cum,” another man said. “His mouth is open and feeding on it.” The man fucking my hole was grunting hard as he rammed his cock in. He slapped my ass as he pushed in me deep. I could feel the bench move forward with his thrusts. “Someone keep him from moving forward.” Garrett and another man moved and stood at my shoulders. Each one’s hip was pressing against my shoulder holding me as I was fucked hard. The camera man pulled off Dad’s hard cock and moved in to get this deadly fuck on video. “Use that pussy hard Gene” someone said “Gonna shoot soon, can't hold it anymore” Gene said, panting hard. He rammed in balls deep and began shooting is load in my hole. “Giving you AIDS fucker!” He shook as he shot is load. He slowly pulled out. Leaving my hole empty. He moved around to my head, that's when I saw him. He was so skinny. His checks on his face sunk inwards, his body was completely devoid of any fat. His eyes looked empty, as if death had already set in, they were dark, almost jet black in color. I think he was close to death physically. As another cock slid into my hole, he rubbed my head. “Thank you boy, it was good to past on my death before death takes me” I just smiled and grunted as my hole was being fucked. I lost sight of Dad, maybe he was back in line to fuck me again. I knew I had to get a load from each man, but wasn't sure if once they all shot in me, if they could fuck me again. A new cock slid into my hole. My leg and arm muscles were getting sore from being in the same position and that ache was more than my hole. I had lost track of the cocks that had been up my hole. I didn't know how long I had been on the fuck bench. I did know the camera men had switched out memory cards a couple of times during the fucking. I would have given anything to be able to see what was happening behind me, if the men were just jacking their cocks waiting for their turn, or if they were sucking and fucking one another, but saving their loads for my hole.

For most of the drive Peter was on his phone, which was not unusual just odd since we were heading to Palm Springs for a vacation. It was my first time visiting, but Peter had been so many times before we got together he'd lost count. He told me about all the gay clothing optional resorts, which he had visited, but I was a little shy and just wanted to stay at a nice hotel. When we arrived and I found our hotel, I was taken back. It looked like a hotel that you would rent by the hour. “Peter, are you sure this is the right hotel? The only word for this place is 'sleazy'. “Yeah, it was the only one I could find in our price range,” he replied. We checked in and went to our room, and damn, sure enough the place was a dump. Peter told me to clean up, he was going to go get some alcohol so we could play. “Did you pack the condoms?” I asked. “Yeah” he answered as he walked out the door. We had to play safe with each other as I was negative and Peter was poz. He was poz when I met him and we still got together although my friends warned me it wouldn't work. I went about my business of preparing for our fun. After an hour I started to worry a bit. I know he knows Palm Springs, but did he get lost. Still I kept to my tasks, and sure enough, an hour or so later, Peter opened the door. “Hey I got a surprise for you.” “Yeah? Was I a good boy?” I asked. “Yes, you were,” he laughed. “Oh boy....” We always enjoyed playful banter, even if sometimes a little on the goofy side. “No just relax and go with it,” Peter continued. “What did you do?" “I got an escort for some fun,” he answered. “I wanna watch him fuck you.” “I don't know....” “He's got a big cock.” Well, that was an easy decision. “Okay, but he has to wear a condom.” “He only fucks safe babe, relax” Peter said, “plus we don't have to worry about what people will say, which you always worry about. We aren't at home so no one knows us here.” I nodded in agreement. Peter smiled in satisfaction as he opened the door to admit a big muscle man. He stud was stunningly hot, and immediately stripped, advertising his wares, pulled his tank over his head, giving a glimpse of his deep pits and massive chest and arms. Seeing both Peter and I were appreciative of his build, he flexed and posed for us. “You like?” he asked, directing his question specifically at me. I nodded yes. “Wanna see more handsome man?” he asked. “Yes” I said with my mouth suddenly going dry. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband of his gym shorts. The front was already poking forward from his hard cock inside. “You wanna pull them off me?” he asked. “Go on, do it” Peter said as he stripped off his clothes. I got up and went to escort, who took me in his arms and kissed me, our tongues dancing in each other's mouth. I could feel my cock swelling up inside my towel. He pulled off my lips and put his big hands on my shoulders, gently pushing down, urging “On your knees." I slowly dropped to my knees, taking his chest and abs in as I went down. This man was a living god. Once on my knees, he pushed his crotch against my face. I grabbed his shorts and pulled. I watch his hard cock bend downwards and the pop out as the waistband released it. It bounced up and hit his abs then down again. He thrust it forward and I opened my mouth. His cock slid in almost the whole way. My eyes were looking forward and I could see a tattoo hiding inside the trimmed hair on his crotch. I kept my eyes on that, trying to make it out as his cock went in and out of my mouth. It tasted so good, he was already leaking pre-cum, which was sweet tasting. He bent down and started to play with my hole, his finger circling my hole, teasing it. Taking his finger in his mouth, he loudly sucked in it, making it wet, and then slid it back down by my hole, circling it again. I moaned against his cock. “It's a sweet hole, just like you said,” the escort commented to Peter. “Just wait until you feel it around you cock,” Peter replied. I just continued to suck on the escort's cock, moaning my approval to what was happening. Moving behind me, Peter lifted me to my feet, and as he did so, of course the escort’s cock popped out of my mouth. “Time for the main event baby,” Peter advised me, and then, turning to the escort asked “You have the condoms?” The escort grabbed his shorts and pulled a few out of his pocket, answering “Always have 'em.” Peter moved me to the bed, he helped me get on the bed and put me on my hands and knees, but got in front of me and pushed me down until my chest was on the bed and my ass in the air, instructing me "Now, just stay like that," as he moved quickly around to my ass, separated my ass cheeks, and, now on his knees, slid his tongue up and down my crack. His tongue almost immediately found my hole and started to work its way in and out. The escort moved in front of me, he opened the condom. He placed it on the tip of his cock head and rolled it back, and then moved back to my ass as he slowly jacked his cock. I could hear the condom crinkle as he moved his hand over it. “His ass is ready,” Peter said, “do your damage.” I felt a dollop of spit hitting my ass, which made me jump a little. I reached back and moved my hand along the cock of the escort. The condom was still there. “Relax baby, just enjoy the ride.” The escort's cock pressed against my hole. I pushed out a little and it slowly moved inside my hole. The head popped inside and the escort moaned. “Want more?” the escort asked me. "Oh, hell yeah," I groaned, as he pumped his cock head in and out of my hole. His hand sought out his cock and the condom, and, finding it satisfactory, he remarked "Just making sure the condom is in place.” Happy that he was keeping his word of only fucking safe, that I started to push back onto his cock as he pushed in. My hole opened up around his hard covered shaft. “Baby, it looks so hot seeing another man's cock in your hot hole,” Peter said from behind me. “Feels good too, babe," I answered. The escort pulled out, I heard the condom crinkle again. He placed his cock against my hole again and pushed all the way in. I jumped a little. I wasn't used to his cock yet. Sensing that I needed a moment he pulled out again. I heard more crinkling of the condom. “Tell me when you are ready” the escort said. “Put it back in, slowly,” I replied, adding “Is the condom intact?” “Yes it is” the escort answered. “Stop worrying baby and enjoy” Peter urged. I felt the cock head press against my hole, then slowly slide in. This time I moaned loudl. The shaft slowly moved against my hole as he pushed in, until his crotch hair and that hidden tattoo were pressed against my ass. “Gonna hold it all the way in, give you time to get used to it,” the escort said. I moaned my response. I relaxed more and started to pull off his cock only to push back when I felt his cock head pulling my hole outwards. He grabbed my hips and took control. He started to fuck my hole, gently at fist but building up this thrusts and speed. He stated to push me down, until I fell to the mattress laying flat. His cock popped out of my hole. I heard more crinkling off the condom and figured he was making sure that it was on fully. He drove his cock deep in my hole, in one long hard thrust. He dropped his body down on to me. He was heavy and I couldn't move he was that heavy. His mouth was right next to my ear and was breathing hot air deep inside. Peter moved to the floor in front of me, kneeling to be face to face. “I always fuck with a condom” the escort said, “a doctored condom, prepared so it breaks” he whispered into my ear. “Just relax baby, its for the best” Peter whispered. “My uncovered cock is leaking pre-cum into your hot hole” the escort whispered, “highly toxic poz pre-cum.” My eyes widened, I tried to move from under the muscle stud escort, but I was trapped. “I'm going to deposit my virus deep into your hole. That's what I was hired to do.” I started to fight again as my mind tried to figure this out. My own boyfriend hired an escort to infect me. My anger grew. “Don't fight it,” the escort whispered, adding "You want this." His hips were lifting higher and dropping down onto my ass, driving his cock in and out. His massive chest was pushing down on my back, pinning my torso down to the bed. My arms were pinned under my chest and the escort’s arms were wrapped around my neck, holding me tights, but not choking me. “Please don't! I don't want it,” I pleaded. “Of course you do,” the escort corrected, as he ordered “Peter, get back there and take that ripped up condom off the base of my cock.” Peter complied immediately as soon as the escort's cock slid out of my hole. Within seconds the head was stabbing at my hole. I tightened up, not wanting the unwrapped cock back in my hole. Peter came back around to face me. “Accept it, it will happen,” Peter said, “it can happen here and now or sometime before we leave Palm Springs. Other plans are in the works.” I was shocked, Peter planned this and more. Taking a deep breathe, I relaxed. The escort still pushed his cock head against my hole, but didn't push it in. “Ask for it” the escort ordered of me. “Please put your cock in me?” I asked me, almost crying with frustration. “No, ask me." “Please would you please fuck me?” “You're still not asking for it.” “Please give me your disease,” I asked the muscle bound escort. “Better, but not good enough.” “Please fuck your highly toxic virus loaded cum into my hole.” “That's what I wanted to hear." He pushed his cock deep into my hole, pressing his crotch hard into my ass. He pulled out and then rammed his cock into me. His nuts were meeting my ass before his body. Peter was jacking his cock in front of me, smiling. “I know you saw his tattoo,” Peter remarked to me. I didn't say a word, just blankly stared at him. “It's a scorpion, a mark of a poz man who infects others without their knowledge or even their consent” he said laughing. The escort continued to fuck my hole, breathing heavily in my ear, quietly saying "Tell me again.” “Fuck your poz cum into me,” I implored, adding a polite “please.” He slammed his cock into me. I could feel his cock jump and twitch into my hole. He load shot out and filled me up. “That's so fucking hot baby” Peter said, still jacking his cock. “Why don't you add your load to mine?” the escort asked Peter, who didn't answer, but rather simply stepped up next to the escort who was pulling out to get to his feet. As he did so, Peter slid his cock into my hole. Unlike every other time we had fucked, this time it was raw. “Stopped taking my meds two months ago, just for this reason, babe.” He began fucking my hole, pounding me hard as the escort stood in front of me watching. His cock was slowly getting soft and starting to hang down over his spent balls. “Poz him again,” the escort said, urging Peter on. I knew Peter was close, I could tell by his breathing and by the way he was fucking. He always pumped only the head of his cock in and out, rapidly when he was close. It was his way of edging, so when he slammed his cock in deep and yelled “Take it, you chasing whore. I've been wanting to charge your hole since we met.” I'm not sure I was all that surprised. “Fuck yeah, pass the gift” encouraged the escort, who added “I hated those fucking condoms on my cock or up my hole,” as Peter slowly pumping his cock in and out. “Yeah, mixing those diseases,” Peter remarked with satisfaction. “You were right. Deep down he was a chaser,” the escort commented. Peter pulled his cock out and got off me. He moved around grinning ear to ear, proud of what he had pulled off. I simply lay there, dazed, watching them. Peter went to his shorts and took out a wad of cash. “Here's your fee, $200 as agreed, and a tip,” Peter said. “Let me know if he needs another dose,” the escort said. The escort dressed and left, leaving us alone and naked in the room. “You fucking bastard” I said, “how could you do this to me?”

My husband and I are "monogamous," at least he is. When I'm traveling, I take as much dick as I can, preferably raw. Love setting up glory holes in my hotel rooms, spending the night in bath houses or saunas, and even picking up a college boy or two at a bar if I'm in that sort of town. Two weeks ago, I took a cruise with a friend from college who won a free trip and needed someone to go with him. We were able to pay a bit extra and get two rooms, both with balconies, but on opposite sides of the boat. Which was great for some private fun. While he was out chasing women (and nailing a few, according to our chats in the pool, the bars or at dinner), I made my way through as many of the gay boys on the ship as I could. My favorites: 1) A pair of guys in their late 20s on their first vacation together. Met at a LGBT happy hour in the ship bar, and then in their room. One was "strictly" a bottom, so I sucked him while his boyfriend pumped two loads into me. 2) Got a steward to come by my room to "help me fix the TV". He was dark skinned and so beautiful, with a long, uncut dick. He fucked me three of the nights I was there, and brought another steward with him the last night of the cruise to take turns on my hole. 3) Saw a young guy — said he was 18 — checking out my cock in the restroom. We met up at the second island stop, and I rented a hotel room. Suck a nice, smooth cock. His pubes smelled fresh, that sort of smell that comes from underwear washed by your mother. He actually shot off in my mouth while I was trying to get him good and hard, so I only got him to plant one load in me before we had to head back. Ran into him a couple of times after that, and he kept turning bright red. The rest were just middle age guys, most who I met at the daily LGBT events. One had a gut but a huge dick with a piercing that felt like it was tearing me up inside. Best thing is that no one asked about a fucking condom the entire time.

I was on vacation in Chicago one summer visiting a friend when I found out about the Bijou theater. One night, around 11:00 PM I was looking on-line for the local bathhouse when I found a reference about the theater and the play space it offered. I took down the address and was off to check it out, arriving there about midnight. I paid admission, purchased some poppers, and when the clerk explained lockers were offered for guys who wanted to strip down, I rented a lock. Jackpot! I liked to wander around nude, and now I could without fear of loosing my wallet. He buzzed me in and I walked into a dim theater where I found old porn from the 70s playing, so I took a seat and waited for my eyes to adjust. Soon enough I noticed there were only two other guys in the theater, one of whom was asleep or passed out, I wasn't sure, and the other, who happened to be in my row, was an older guy, balding with a gray mustache and sideburns. He looked like an aging 70s porn star with a lot of mileage on him. I started to feel a bit self conscious as he kept looking my way. In fact, he started to creep me out a bit, so I focused on the porno and tried to get into it, taking a hit of poppers to enhance the action. It worked. With my first sniff I was feeling my head spin and my cock get hard. Those nasty 70s porn boys were fucking on a dance floor to disco and I wanted to boogie in the worst way. I glanced over to the dirty old man in my row to see he had pulled his cock out and was stroking away. It was big, about nine inches. I couldn't stop looking over at it, and decided it was time to reward this nasty fucker with a little show so I got up and made my way to the lockers in the back. They were in a small room with a spiral star case that led up to the play space. i stripped down to my tighty whites and my keds high tops and put the rest of my clothes in the locker and walked back to my seat. As soon as I sat down I took another hit of poppers and looked over at that dirty daddy with the big tool. He was still stoking it and staring right at me. I could see the lust in his eyes and feel his appetite for me. I pulled my cock out and started to stroke it. When I looked over at him he had stuck his tongue out and was gesturing like he was licking out a hole. Fuck! I could feel the heat rise from my cock and my ass all the way through my body. I got up and headed to the play space up stairs where, upon arriving at the top, I saw many little booths with large glory holes in the partition walls. I wandered down the rows, but the place seemed to be deserted, so I let it all hang out: I dropped my shorts and walked about wearing nothing but my keds high tops. Then, as I rounded a corner, another, about the same age as the guy on the first floor, came out of one of the booths. He was fully dressed, had a full head of grey hair, a short trimmed beard and mustache and he was a little chubby. He began to talk to me as though it was normal to see a naked guy in his keds high tops. He asked how often I came there and I replied I had never been to a place like that before. When I said I was nervous, He told me I was a strapping young man and I should be proud to show my body. Just then the guy from down stairs came around the corner. he was totally naked. I could see how skinny he was. He had skinny legs with bone knees and no ass. His arms were as skinny leading to hands with long fingers. He didn't seem to have an once fat on him except through his mid section which was kind of thick. I could notice his face closely. His upper cheeks had a strange sunken look. He stood there beating off. I couldn't help getting a boner. My heart was racing, maybe from the poppers, maybe from the danger or both. Then the other man said lets get in a booth. He took me by the arm and led me into one of the booths and shut the door. He put his arms around me and said " now just relax" and we kissed. At that he said "good boy". He held the bottle of poppers up to my nose. I inhaled deeply. Then he said "that's it son" he rapped his arms around me again and reached back to my ass and spread my cheeks apart as he backed my ass to the hole in the wall. I could hear the door in the next booth open then shut. Then my new Daddy said "Put your bum through the hole and let that nice man on the other side check it out." I could feel fingers spread my cheeks apart and then something warm and wet push against my hole. Daddy encouraged me, saying "Let him check your bum to see if it's a pussy." At that I could feel a boney finger enter me and slide in deep. i could feel it feeling around up inside of me. Daddy asked if the man was checking my bum and I nodded. The the finger withdrew and the warm wet tong pushed up inside of me as daddy made me take another hit of poppers. I could feel it push deep into me, tasting me. I said to daddy that the man was eating my hole. Daddy made me take another hit of poppers and said the man was going to turn my boy hole into a pussy and asked if I wanted that, If I wanted to be a pussy boy. I told him I did and daddy said good boy and we kissed and daddy's tong entered my mouth. I had two tongs inside of me now, two men new what I tasted like. Then the nice man on the other side of the wall stopped eating my hole. in a few seconds I could feel something hard push against my hole then push up inside of me. I long shaft slid deep inside of me. I could feel it push past my second sphincter. and into my belly. Daddy asked me if the man's cock was inside of me. when I said yes, he made me take another hit of poppers. The man began to fuck me deep, pistoned into me like a machine. Daddy asked me if I liked that big raw cock in my pussy. I told him I did and he gave me anther hit of poppers. Daddy said that the man's big raw cock was going to fuck my pussy and make it into a cunt by putting sperm in my pussy. He ask if I wanted the man to put his sperm in my pussy and knock it up. I told him I did. Daddy made me take another hit of poppers and then held me tight. We kissed and then he said in my ear," good boy, Good boy, let that big raw cock breed you." "It's going to impregnate you with poz seed". " Your getting knocked up son". "Good boy!" He put his hand on my belly and pushed "I can feel that big raw poz cock inside of you. This is were it's going to put it's poz seed. My head was spinning and my heart was pound in my ears. My hole was getting fucked like a cunt. That's all I wanted in the moment was to be a cunt and get knocked up by that big cock inside of me. To receive its seed, be injected with cum and be permanently impregnated. Daddy held the poppers up to my nose and then I said,"daddy I'm getting knocked up, I'm getting knocked up daddy." He said "that's it son take that poz seed in you cunt". At that the cock inside of me began to speed up its thrusts and I could feel it get harder. Then three hard deep thrusts as a loud moan came from the other side of the wall. I felt the cock inside of me spasm as it squirt sperm deep inside my gut. After a moment, the cock began to slowly come out of me. I had a full filling even after it was all the way out and I knew it had put a big thick load in my cunt. I could the door to the next booth opened and the man left. The hole thing could have been a dream except for the wad I could still feel inside my gut. Daddy opened the door to our booth and led me to a sling. He made me get in and for the next several hours, I was the cunt for the hole place and several other men that showed up. I went back to my hotel and fell asleep with my belly full of cum. The next morning I woke up and it had all absorbed into the walls of my colon. a few days later I woke up with morning sickness. I was pregnant. I had the fuck flu. I had really gotten knocked up by a half dozen men but I think it was the first one that was my baby daddy.

My straight friend went to watch a movie at my place, his girlfriend was out for the night. At 2 am, after the film finished, it started to rain so he stayed for the night, I was nervous because of the cage but we fall asleep in less than a minute. This morning I woke up feeling his hand touching my cage, he asked "what's that?", I froze, grumbled a "sorry"... than Bum! I feel his bone on my back, he lower my underwear and shove his dick in my ass.. planting quickly his load deep in my gut. I take a shower, he steps inside, "I want to see it" he says.. I am ashamed as hell... usual questions "does it hurts?, How can you pee?"... short answers without making eye contacts... and he is hard again. His hand on my head pushing gently down... I understand and silently I kneel in the toilet and swallow his second load. Quick breakfast for him, I had already mine... he goes back to his girlfriend, I go to work.

Note: There's some 'chem sex' in this. If that's not your thing, skip this one. I've always thought that drugs and gift-giving went together naturally, but I've gotten in trouble before for posting in the wrong section. Moderator's Note: This post was moved to the appropriate section. If you know the rules about where things go, please follow them 9/17/1994 WARNING! Hello to my many email, blog and podcast followers. I love you all and want you to be around for many years -- which is why I needed to send this group post. Especially to those of you who live in or around the city. I've heard about an adult male who goes to gay clubs with the sole purpose of infecting guys with HIV! He must be a psycho or something. But he's handsome and out there trying to pick up men and fuck them without a condom! Sources tell me he's very seductive. DESCRIPTION: 6'5", Caucasian, medium-to-short black hair, 170 lbs, slender build, approx 30 yr.s old, smoker, no facial hair, and one visible tattoo: A capital "B" on his left hand. My source tells me that he openly admits to being addicted to speed, and will offer it to men he wants to pursue. My source tells me he will drug your drink if you leave it unattended. He always uses needles to inject amphetamines. Don't share a needle with him or anyone! Even your best friend! This guy uses different names: Joe, Jake, Andrew. One source tells me his real last name is "Berry"...but that needs confirmation. Go out and have fun, but don't play with strangers! If you have more information, please contact me! Stay safe! Reply from Grower69xxxx Oh my God! I met him at Jarvo's! He is super hot and asked me to dance with him -- but only if we both took one of the pills he had. I figured it was E and I've done that so many times before. But it was oval-shaped. He said it was Xanax. I'm a longtime Xanax user, but the color looked odd and I said 'no thanks'. I was a little bummed because he was so hot. He said never mind...could he just kiss me? I agreed. He's tall! He bent down and planted a big kiss on my mouth. Be warned! He is so sexy! We were tongue-wrestling right there in the bar. I was a little drunk at that point, but I was still aware of him pushing a spit-covered pill from his mouth into mine. I knew I should spit it out, but I was all horny from the kiss. I guess I swallowed it. I don't get many cute young guys hitting on me anymore! We ended up in a corner and kept making out. He was mumbling things and pressing his groin into mine. Be aware that he has a very large dick and he knows it. It was part of his seduction. I was riding the tide of pure lust for awhile...then I started feeling sick to my stomach. I have never puked in public, so I made a quick exit. Everything I'd eaten in the past month came out behind the bar. It was bad. I made it home and felt like HELL for the next two days. Haven't seen him again. Thanks for the heads-up, Pear Man! 9/20/1994 UPDATE Thank you for all for the emails and info. If you saw the paper this morning,you know that new HIV infections are increasing faster here than in any other city in the Midwest. I blame the serial pozzer wandering among us. I know a few of you naughty men go to the bath house on Renny Street, but maybe stay away from there for a while. Let's get this guy locked up first! New cartoons or on the blog. Have fun! Stay safe! Reply from BBadd505 I am the guy you're looking for, but you'll never find me. I'm smarter and faster than you could ever hope to be. I am spreading gifts and you want me to STOP?? Forget it! Maybe you should try losing some weight! I can help you with that.... Reply from ArvDig999 What an asshole! New comment from SteersG I think this guy lives in the loft next to mine. He matches the description and I've seen him bring home many drunk/out of it men. He is very tall and very skinny. I got a bad feeling from him the first day I moved in. My aunt is a police sketch artist, and I am inviting her over soon. If I get a drawing, I'll post it here, or send it to you. 10/12/1994 FINAL POST This is going to be hard to write... I am going offline for the foreseeable future. I did everything I warned you not to do. I hooked up with that infamous "Gifter". That means I'm a fraud and a failure. I guess I don't need to tell you all that I've had issues with depression for most of my life. It's worse when I drink, which I seldom do these days. I went to "Sack" the other night to help celebrate Dan's birthday. I should have never gone because I was already in a mood. Most of the crowd was partnered with somebody and I was feeling sorry for myself. I drifted away from the group and watched the game of pool going on. It's funny to see two guys play the game as a mating ritual. I eventually just decided to sit alone at the bar and pout. Poor me, poor me. I must have had a cloud over me because I sat alone for the longest time. I stewed in my own juices and alcohol for a good twenty minutes when HE sat next to me. I was off my game, and not sure at first. It's hard to tell the height of people when they are sitting on a bar stool. I felt his darkness, though. "Drinking alone? On a Friday night? Who dumped you?" "Is it Friday? Really? I freelance and don't follow a calendar so much.I didn't get dumped -- that would require a boyfriend first," "My name is Andrew. You look familiar. Do I know you somehow?" Then I knew it was HIM. He fit the description and that darkness I felt had to have come from somewhere. "Bbad505?" "Oh no! Are you Pear Man??" "Shit. Yes, I am." "Well, I have to say that you look skinnier in person than you do in your pic. And better looking. You should let me take a pic of you. " "You are just saying that so I won't turn you in." "For what? What proof do you have that I've committed any crime?" "Actually...I don't care anymore. I reached a turning point tonight. Go do your thing all you want. There's some young healthy guys playing pinball over there." Then I ordered another drink and finally looked at his face, fully. God, he was attractive. Maybe the most attractive man I've ever seen in this city. "Why did you want to stop me? Get me arrested?" "Nothing personal, Andrew. You were knowingly infecting guys...some of them were my friends. But like I said -- I don't care anymore. Go wild." "OK. But they were knowingly taking my raw dick in their ass...who's to blame, really?" I wasn't even aware of the bar or the other people at that point. I was absorbed by his dark evil. "But you drugged them." "Just a rumor. I will offer them a happy pill, maybe...but they were all very aware of what they were doing. A few exceptions...but I get so horned-up sometimes. Don't you?" "I guess. But what about the needles?" "Oh. Guilty as charged. I guess I want to share what I have with everyone." "Why?" "Why? Look at yourself. You're drunk, sad and alone at a bar on a Friday night. Once you have what I have, you are free to do anything. You can go anywhere. Nothing will scare you ever again." I was so far in my bad place, that I didn't think to say 'what about a long, lingering death? doesn't that scare you?'. "I get it, " was all I said. "Plus -- they have new drugs now. It's not just AZT any more. By the time I have symptoms, there will be even better stuff." "Maybe. But, like I said, you are free to do what you want to now. I won't hassle you. Go for it." "I'm already doing what I want to do. I'm hitting on you." God, he was good. "You want to poison me?" "You are still thinking about it all wrong, still. Let's do a shot and go sit somewhere." We did two shots of something brown. Whiskey maybe. We went to a little table. As we walked, I noticed some things: He was severely tall, and had on a really nice leather jacket. He was super thin and had a salon-perfect haircut. "This is nicer," he said. "I've been thinking...and I think I understand why you do this. Maybe I'm wasted, but it's kind of like fathering children, right? You plant something and it grows." "Sort of." "I can see your point of view. Sorry for trying to stop you." "All is forgiven if you do two things. First: take this pill. Second: Kiss me. I just swallowed the pill dry. While I was standing and he was sitting, our mouths were at the same level. I just gave in to the moment and kissed his full lips. I even put a hand on his shoulder. Well...it had begun. "We'll have one more drink and then go back to my place. Sound good?" "Yeah. You're not just trying to prove something, are you? Conquer an enemy?" "You never listen. I'll go get some drinks and we can leave." He walked away and left me alone with my complicated thoughts. The kiss was nice. I thought he would taste dark, but there was an energy there. A passion. Like a pulsating star. He brought me the glass and stayed standing at my side. It was my chance to feel the this famous crotch and I did. He was fully boned. If I went back to his place, he'd probably want to fuck me and then I'd be another victim. Strangely, I wanted that to happen. "You like my big, hard dick? I'll show it to you in a minute." I was mostly gone by that point. "Sounds good." "Let's go. I'm right around the corner. Need me to help you?" "Nah. I'm good." But I did need a little help. My knees felt weak. Maybe I just had to stretch a bit. Or get a little air. I found my balance and we walked a block or two to Andrew's loft. The building was nice...I remember that much. Once we were inside the door, I thought of Christmas. I don't know -- there was something about the lighting or the smell. What WAS that pill? Andrew removed his jacket and shoes. His black-socked feet were so long and skinny. Ichabod. He came back to the couch with a syringe in his hand. Full of clear liquid. "I don't know if you're ready for this just yet. Wjy don't you suck my cock while I take my medicine. I've been awake for three days and need a little pick-me-up. You might need a little too...your eyes are half-closed." He unzipped his fly and let a fat, soft penis hang out. As tempted as I was to kiss it and suck it, I hesitated. "Can I watch you shoot up first?" "Sure. Let's split it. You need to wake up a little and I just need enough to get me through twelve next twelve hours. You like that idea?" "Yeah. Why do you have Christmas lights up already?" "That's fatigue, Babe. This will clear your mind and chase some of the sadness away." He thumped his inner left arm and found the spot he wanted to inject into. He plunged that needle in and I cringed a little. I dreaded getting even flu shot. He let half the syringe flow into his body. His face blossomed with joy and he seemed to lose a few years of age. "Does it hurt?" "No pain, no gain. It is SO worth it." He reached over and rolled up my shirt sleeve. He felt around my forearm until he found a fat vein to stick the bloody needle in. It stung like a wasp. "Ow!" "It's over. I'm done. How do you feel?" A clap of lightning went from my heart to my brain. I saw it and heard it. Damn! Then I felt brand new...right off the "Price is Right" showroom. I hardly even cared that I never asked him what it was. I was also instantly hard...as was Andrew. Damn! He had a very large dick! "I feel like I could run a marathon!" He laughed. "I have a better idea..get down here and suck me." Weirdly, that seemed like the most natural request in the world. I bent over and took that hot tool in my mouth. It was hard as steel, but tasted like a man. I swear it was Christmas already. He held me back for about half a second while he removed the rest of his clothes. "This'll be easier in my bed. Let's go." "Show me the way." He lead me through his loft and I commented about how nice everything was. "Thanks. You just let me put that needle in you with no hesitation. You're probably poz now, but we need to make sure now." His bedroom was large and open. I was horny as Hell but also a little overwhelmed with everything. This happened so fast. "I don't know how to do anything, Andrew." "I know. I know. Just lie on your back and feel good. I like certain things." I lied back on his deliciously soft comforter. It was warm in here...or maybe I was warm. I knew I was breathing extra heavy. "What things?" "Relax. Nothing you won't like too." Andrew squatted over my head and positioned himself in a way so that my nose was buried in his ass and his big balls were on my lips. He didn't put his full weight down, so I could breathe. I sucked each ball carefully. My own sack was ultra sensitive -- so I was extra gentle. His butt didn't smell all that good. I could tell he had skipped a shower or two. But I found I didn't mind so much. I mean, it was Christmas after all. That's what I imagined. There was a blizzard outside and a huge fire burning in the fireplace. So warm in here. "Well done. I love my balls worked on. I am so close right now...I'll need to fuck you soon." "Yes, Yes. Poz me now." "Oh, it's as good as done now. I've got some excellent lube, but my dick will probably still tear you up a little. It won't feel very nice for the first few minutes. It'll probably be easier for you to get on all fours and let me in from behind." "Anything you say. I want this." Kneeling like this, like a dog, helped with my head spins a little. He said it wouldn't feel nice when his dick went inside me, but it did....in a wonderfully painful way. I couldn't separate pleasure from pain right then. He worked his way down into my deepest guts. "Damn! This is the absolute tightest hole I've ever been in! And you didn't even yell! You must be feeling good, right?" "I feel perfect." He grunted and kept thrusting that tool of his at a feverish pace. "Oh Shit. This ride is about to end, Buddy. Tell me what you want?" "I want you to poz my neg ass." "Say it like you mean it! Loudly!" "SPRAY YOUR TOXIC SEED INSIDE OF ME!!" "Ahhh... here it comes. Shit, man." Several rancid ropes of drugged, positive cum pulsed out of his dick and into my body. It was over with, and I was just another of his victims. I'd done and become what I used to try and prevent. Oh well. We spent most of the next day together, shooting up and fucking. Dirty needles and dirty cum. I went home and took Monday off. I was grateful I didn't become a speed addict like Andrew. But there was no way the virus hadn't worked it's horrible magic. I just knew it was in my blood now. We didn't hook up again after that time. I didn't even ask if he wanted to maybe "date". He was on a mission to convert as many negative men as he could. So that was the confession, dear friends. You might now understand why I am going to go offline for some time. I have disappointed all of you as well as myself. Let this be a lesson on how easy it is to lose your way.

Ring of Fire: The flick of the lighter, the warm glass pipe between my lips, the smile on my BBC guide’s face as I inhaled the toxic smoke and held it deep in my lungs like he ordered was the first flame of the inferno to come - the Ring of Fire. My BBC guide - who still had not given me his name, so he remained an anonymous master of sexual predation and exploration - 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. He had promised earlier in the night when I was getting ready to be a whore at the sex party in the VIP Speed Breeding area, “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.” (What follows is the continuation of the Epilogue from the story SPEED BREEDING - https://breeding.zone/topic/42050-speed-breeding/) I was on my hands and knees at Malcolm X Park waiting for the crack pipe he was hitting. Within the short time he had been in charge of me, I had already licked his boots in an alley, sucked off some guy on the sidewalk, been fucked raw by a 10-inch homeless dude in Logan Circle Park, and now was getting ready for the Ring of Fire. He had brought me to this park for a reason and like Logan Circle; it was run down, and a place where the dirtiest deeds were done. The call had gone out that a Ring of Fire was going down and just before we entered this dark space, he had said, “A RING OF FIRE IS A BBC GANG RAPE SPECIAL. 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.” Men were shuffling behind and to the sides of me - unsure, waiting, watching. I followed the dancing flame in the BBC’s hand and leaned on his muscular thighs, my neck craned forward like a baby chick eager for its dinner. The BBC bouncer burned a good portion of the rock he was smoking, exhaled, coughed, then turned the pipe in his hand towards me and said, “Close your lips around the glass. It will be warm, but won’t burn you. You watched me so you know the basics. I’ll swirl the flame under the rock in the bowl and when the smoke starts up you inhale deep with your lungs and suck in as much as you can and hold it. You’ll want to cough - DONT. Not at first. Hold it. It’ll feel scratchy, rough, then it like - I don’t know - slides away. Once you feel that smooth rush, exhale as the smoke and rock have done their work.” My bouncer/guide to DC’s underworld was sitting on the stone bench in the dark alcove. I was naked and on my hands and knees as ordered. While he prepped more rock on his pipe for me to hit, I kept my head down with my tongue trying to bathe his Timberland boots. The one hit I had done on the pipe already had made my tongue feel numb, given me a nasty taste, and the smell in my nostrils was a mix of burnt plastic, something sickly sweet, with a tinge of dried piss, puke, and whatever else was caking the floor of the alcove where we were. My head was swirling and my body felt all tingly, not like the high I had from snorting the cocaine. A rough hand ran over the rump of my ass, a body scooted in, I started to turn my head to look - my eyes dizzy from the dancing flames now closing in. SLAP – “KEEP YOUR FUCKING EYES ON ME,” the BBC bouncer said, “ALL THAT MATTERS IS YOU WATCHING THIS DICK GROW IN MY PANTS, THAT YOU FOCUS ON THE PIPE AS I HOLD IT OUT FOR YOU, AND THAT YOU KEEP CLEANING MY BOOTS AS THESE NICCAS RAPE FUCK THAT ASS.” The to man behind me he said, “GO ON MAN, FUCK IT. AIN’T NOTHING TO WAIT FOR. PUNCH THAT PUSSY OPEN AND LOAD IT UP - THIS WHORE’S TRYING TO BE TURNED OUT!” I grunted at the initial thrust, then moaned in pleasure as the anonymous man started stroking my hole, pushing the homeless guy’s cum from earlier back in. Mumbling words of encouragement were spatted out in between the flashes of flame heating up the various pipes. The pipe was lowered down to my mouth again and I flinched as the heat seemed awful close. My BBG guide laughed, had me suck the pipe twice more hard, then kicked me backwards a little with his boots and watched as the next dick slammed my eager ass. These guys might be drugged out fuckers, but they were like the FBI Hostage Rescue Team who’s motto is speed, surprise, and violence of action. After the first two dicks knocked me up I bent down and forward, my head resting on the BBC’s Timberlands as I raised my ass up in the air. The next dick slammed my hole deep and I grunted in pain that quickly fled, replaced by the hot tingling of the crack and joy of a dick pounding my ass ring. Voices raised, entwined, swirled through the alcove like a distorted symphony. All that mattered was the crack pipe, the BBC guiding me, his boots, and my hole being used. I might have complained about the pain on my knees, or maybe the guys fucking me said something, I don’t remember. The bouncer got me focused and said, “STAND UP - KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME YOU FUCKING WHORE. YOU’VE DONE GOOD SO FAR AND HAVE TAKEN SOME REAL NASTY NICCA DICK. LOTS MORE TO GO, BUT I WANT TO SEE THEM REALLY DIG IN THEM GUTS. HERE - HIT THE PIPE AGAIN AND KEEP DOING IT...MORE...ONCE MORE...OK NOW STAY STANDING AND BEND OVER. I WANT YOU TO PUT THAT FUCKING FACE IN MY LAP AND START SLATHERING MY DICK THROUGH MY PANTS. MY SHIT’S HARD AS HELL ALREADY WATCHING THIS SHOW, SO I NEED A BETTER VIEW OF THESE NICCAS COATING THAT PUSSY AS THEY GANG RAPE YOU AND MAKE YOU ANOTHER CRIME STATISTIC FROM THE PARK.” The next guy slammed in, reached around, found my nipples and started twisting them as hard as he could. My BBC guide laughed, “Yeah, rape that hole man - rape it good for me!” There was a thick layer of smoke hanging in the air that I could see now as the flames and shadows danced against the alcove wall. I was entranced as I caught flashes of the guy’s shadow who was fucking me pressed against mine and when he came, the shadows stuttered and paused as his body twitched and his balls mixed his DNA in with all the other. He yanked his dick out, hot cum streamed down the back of my legs and I didn’t care. The smell of multiple nutts coming out of my ass was like unleashing a 50-gallon drum of sex pheromones on the waiting crowd. I bent over the bouncer’s lap and started slathering the dark firmness of his black pipe through the fabric of his pants as another dick pushed in me with ease and used me for their breeding pleasure. I shifted my head back and forth like I was lathering a cob of corn on a butter stick and then paused and wondered, what if his dick wasn’t really as big as it seemed? What if it was just a sock or something stuffed down there? The hidden secret swelled, he cuffed my head and snarled, “GET BACK TO WORK WHORE!” I’m used to guys being verbal - hell I’m verbal too - but about the only sounds in the alcove were the flicks of lighters or matches, the heavy huffs on crack pipes and stems, the smack of BBC flesh against my white cheeks, and the grunts as one after another anonymous man flooded my ass with cum. The majority of guys were average in size, or maybe I was just too high to realize the big ones were fucking me. My hole did sort of feel like I was turning inside out as those dicks beat it good. I felt suddenly really hot and dizzy and someone set a bottle of water in my hand that I thirstily drank. Much better. The next guy that drew my attention away from the BBC’s lap did not do so because of what I felt, but his smell. I mean, this guy’s musk cut through the odor created my multiple loads up my ass, a bunch of guys - some homeless, some not - and a whole shit load of crack being smoked in a fairly enclosed space, yet I could smell him. It wasn’t a bad thing though, as his smell was wild, feral, beastly. I paused, my nostrils flared, I would have turned my head to follow the trail of ripe rankness if the BBC had not slammed my head back down into his lap. My ass hole puckered out; my legs shook. Need and fear coursed through my body. The newcomer walked to the side left side of my BBC pimp daddy, and while someone else started dicking me, I could not help but let my eyes follow this new man. My head was still pressed firmly down, but my eyes took him all in. Like my BBC guide he was tall - very tall. His shirt was partially unbuttoned exposing a big furry belly poking through, splitting the lower part of the shirt. His hair was long and matted in dreads and as he held out a large hand with a couple baggies on it for my host, I saw his nails were long, sharp, with dirt caked around the edges. Another load was dropped in my hole, the new guy stepped out of sight, and I yelped as he slid a few fingers inside my cummy rectum and began clawing at my flesh getting ready to leave his mark. “GET YOUR HEAD UP. HIT THIS PIPE - COME ON NOW - YOU GOT SOME PRIME-A BULL DICK ABOUT TO RAPE THAT ASS AND I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THAT SHIT.” Then to whatever other guys were still around, which appeared to be several from the flickers of light and sounds he said, “WATCH AND LEARN NICCAS - WATCH AND LEARN.” I looked up, my lips puckered out eager for the pipe as the bouncer watched the new guy and paused feeding me the drugs. I then cried out in absolute pain as something large and wild burst through my outer ass ring. There was like a whoosh as all the air in the alcove seemed to vanish and everyone took a step closer, bathing me in flickering flames to watch this new man fuck me. My BBC guide laughed, set his pipe to my lips, and as he moved the flame in tight little circles and I eagerly inhaled the acrid smoke he said, “That’s Nathan. Like the hot dog. Nicca gives me a run for my money for sure. Glad he’s around today. He’ll fuck that ass out good, get it nice and open for me, and well if that dick don’t send you to the hospital, there’s hope for you and I yet.” A thick wiry bush of unscaped man hair scratched at my flesh as Nathan dogged my hole. He was by far the biggest dick that had fucked me yet and I had to have more. I arched my back, adjusted my footing as best I could; I grabbed my BBC guide’s thighs with my hands to brace myself and dropped my head so his hidden shaft got the full sloppy-toppy-drool effect. Nathan was yanking me back onto his dick with full force, driving himself deeper through my tunnels and opening me up for whatever gifts he had brought to this little party. The BBC beneath my mouth expanded and lengthened as for the first time my pimp egged someone on, “RAPE THAT ASS MAN - GET THAT SHIT OPEN FOR ME. THAT PUSSY BLEEDING YET FOR YOU? HELL YEAH NICCA BANG THAT HOLE! THAT’S WHAT A CRACK WHORE GETS - WHAT A CRACK WHORE NEEDS - WHAT A CRACK WHORE WANTS! THAT ASS IS HUNGRY FOR THAT DICK MAN SO SLAM IT IN THERE. DROP THAT NUTT MAN - DROP IT!” Nathan grunted and his cum burned my inner flesh like a wildfire. I didn’t want him to stop, but he did, and as he gently eased out of my now stretched and floppy hole, he slapped my ass twice and asked, “Ya’ll round for a bit? Yeah? Cool man. I’ll swing back through and hit it again in a few. Need to run up top and re-up.” Stay Tuned for Part 2 (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Went out for drinks with one of my friends last night. Sometimes we play, mostly we don't but I always prep myself. Didn't stay out too late, he had to be up early. I dropped him off and felt a bit hungry, being the night owl I am, and decided to go to a late night restaurant close to my place. As I was driving that way, I noticed my phone had a message on Adam4Adam, and I took a peak....whaddayaknow?!? It's the top guy I met a couple nights ago messaging saying he hopes we can play again soon. I message him back and ask if he wants my ass now, and he says yes. I tell him as long as I find parking he could fuck me. The parking gods were good to me, I found a spot a block from his place. Message him I'm on the way and head over. Damn, I love this guy! Same as last time, just inside the door we start making out, i get down and worship his cock, he bends me over and pushes his meaty piece in me. This time I'm watching in the mirror on the wall (entire wall is mirrors, very tacky but perfect in a situation like this) and just enjoying seeing his cock sliding in and out of my ass. We make our way to bed and he's able to last a lot longer this time. Blows a huge load in my ass. I get dressed, give him a quick kiss and off my ass goes to get my late night tacos. Glad I got out of the house last night, even more glad I prepped myself before I left

If it ain't bareback, it ain't fuckin and it ain't happenin! Just my 2 cents

FS Part 12 Inside the room I there was another exam table, this one was very used. The paint was peaking off and the padded top was ripped open with stuffing pulling out. The stirrups were old as well, some of the chrome coating had come off and they were rusting in the uncovered areas. In between the stirrups, there was stains running down the middle of the table. Mr. Fister was standing to the left of the door, he was slowly stroking his cock. “Mr. Stinger, I will need your assistance with this one. I suggest you remove your clothing.” Stinger didn't hesitate, he was out of his clothes quickly. His cock was hard and sticking straight out in front of him. “In the cabinet, Stinger is a new brown bottle, with what is about to happen we might want to use that one” Fister said. “What is about to go on” I asked. “You are going to become our latest freak, my good man” “It is time” Stinger said, holding the brown bottle. “We can make this easy or hard” Fister said, “the east way is for you to climb on the table and put your legs up, or the hard way is we put you there” Part of me wanted to have them do it the hard way, to make them put me on the exam table. I was unsure if either Fister or Stringer would get violent when putting me on the exam table. I went to the table and climbed upon it and through my legs up in the stirrups. “Good little freak! He knows what he wants” Stinger said. Fister sat on a stool and rolled to the exam table. He was now at my ass. His legs were spread wide, exposing his cock and balls to me, one stood straight outwards and the later hung low between his thighs. Stinger moved to my side, brown bottle in hand. “Let’s begin, shall we?” Stinger nodded, giving the brown bottle a little shake. I heard a metal drawer slide open. The next thing I felt was something cold being rubbed on my sore hole. Stinger twisted the lid on the bottle of poppers causing a little hiss to escape. He took the cap off and put it under my nostril. I breathed in deep. The rush moved through my mind and body. Fingers began to move about my hole, first one sliding in, then two, then three. They moved in and out quickly. The soreness of my ass lite up. I moaned not out of pleasure but out of the soreness. A fourth finger was added to the fingers fucking my hole. Stinger was steadily supplying me with poppers to relax me. My hole was open already from the object fucking me in the chair. My pulse was beating rapidly in my ears. “Punch it Fister” Stinger said. Taking the hint from Stinger, I felt Fister’s fingers ball up, then I felt pressure on my hole from his fist. Working up to this was not going to happen. He pushed against my hole, which was fighting the invading fist. Even with the popper rush I was resisting the fist. “Push out, it will hurt you less” I pushed my hole out the best I could, as he pushed his fist against it. I could feel my hole painfully give way and his fist slid into me. I felt every knuckle on his hand rub against the ring of my hole. My hole stretched over his hand then slowly collapsed around his wrist. “Guess punishing your hole in the chair opened you up!” Fister said, “and here I wanted you to scream, louder than when Dr Clown raped your pussy” I was breathing heavily, my cock was leaking pre-cum onto my belly. “The freak likes his hole filled with a fist” Stinger said “Lets see if he will scream for us, I know Dr. Clown will grow with excitement with his screams” Suddenly, his fist pulled outwards, popping out of my hole. I groaned, not from pleasure but from pain. He then pushed in forcefully, popping the fist into my hole. I yelped. “Oh no, that won't do” With his free hand he motioned for the poppers to be taken away from my nose. Even with out a word spoken, Stinger knew what to do. With the rush gone, he started to punch fuck me over and over. With each punch in my voice grew louder, until I was screaming at the top of my lungs. “Oh music for the Clown” Foster said excitingly, “his cock will be growing” His fist sped up its pounding in and out of my hole. Stinger was now down near Fister, slowly fisting his hard throbbing cock. He had an evil grin on his face as his eyes were glued to my hole. Fister started to pull his arm back further then hit my hole hard. I screamed each time his fist went into my hole. “Fister, make him scream more and louder,” a scratchy voice over a loud speaker. Fister began to move his other hand i against his fist, only this hand was flat. I started to breathe shallowly and fast. The pain in my hole was so bad, adding to the stretching was the quick scratches that his fingernails were making with his flat hand. “My cock is engorged!” The voice said. Fister continued to punch my hole. I wanted more poppers to help keep conscious, to make sure that they didn't take this too far. My hole was hurting so bad. I felt liquid running down my ass. I was so scared that my hole was bleeding. “Stinger, bring in the clown” I watched Stinger move quickly out it the room, his evil laugh lingered as he disappeared. I heard doors open and slam shut. Fister didn't stop his work on my hole. He wrapped his flat hand around his fist. My hole again stretched open even more, making my screams louder. “Job well done Fister” Dr. Clown said standing naked in the door way. “Thank you Clown” "Shall we join forces"

Ginger Number 2 After the first guy, I got a few more responses, two were flakes and one wanted money lol. Had just taken down ad when I got off work and got a message on BBRT from a ginger guy that I blow every now and then. He's good at getting the point and not dicking around with endless messages. Four messages and he was on his way. He's shorter and a little heavier but those ginger pubes and 7" dick get me every time. He's also bi so he comes over and I put some straight porn on for him and get sucking. He usually is a quick shooter so I backed off and edged him for a while before finally going to town and letting him shoot a huge load down my throat. While he got dressed and I finished swallowing, I checked my phone and a guy I had been messaging on Facebook says he wants to come over after work and fuck but he wants a shower first because his foreskin might have some cheese in it from jerking off the night before. I told him not to worry, I'll suck it clean and the more ripe it is the better for me. Now to see if he shows.

Sorry for the delay in keeping this storyline going... There's probably one or two chapters left to wrap this up... Chapter V. My boy and I had an evening full of taking cock and cum. I was glad to know that we were still within the safe zone of PrEP-protection, even though I hadn’t taken a pill in two or three days, and we had just a few left between us. The crazy thing is that taking raw, possibly POZ cock together somehow brought us closer than we’d been in a long time. It was like we were both ready to embrace a pigginess together that we used to share only with casual hook-ups. We were past the point of being judgey with one another, and knew it turn the other on to see us sharing our holes with other guys. I lost count of how many cocks and loads were up our asses that night. When we collapsed into our own bed, the sun was just starting to rise, we fell asleep sticky, leaking seed, me still stuffed with the pig hole plug, and wrapped around each other. We woke up around noon to the sound of someone whistling in the kitchen downstairs. I reached around looking for a pair of briefs, and gave up. My boy laughed at me saying that whoever was in our kitchen had probably already fucked us both, so there was no need to cover up. Mack was standing at our, well his, stove frying eggs and bacon. He was naked except for an apron, temporarily hiding that massive cock. He told us that he was hoping to surprise us with breakfast in bed, and that he’d hope he’d let him fuck us both after eating something. We smiled, and I noted that the mound of his hefty cock was growing under his apron. We sat down at the table to eat, and Mack told us that he was so glad we were there. He told us that he had met Will a few summers ago, right after he had converted. In those days, there was no way to be undetectable, so he was probably the guy who POZZED Will, who probably POZZED HUNG DAD, who probably POZZED Jimmy. Between the three of them, they had started a little epidemic in this small town. More than a few out gay farmers and ranchers had converted, and so had a few straight ones who were taking POZ dick on the side… Mack told us to take all the dick and all the loads we wanted, but only if we knew that there was a good chance we’d convert too. I suspected that he, like Will, had gone through the medicine cabinet and seen our nearly empty bottle of little blue pills. This whole time, my boy’s mouth hung open. I think he was actually starting to drool. Mack collected the dishes, his cock now standing at attention under the apron. My boy crawled across the kitchen floor and put his head under the apron, swallowing Mack’s huge cock to the root. Watching my boy’s head bob back and forth under that apron made me as hard as I’ve ever been. Mack pulled the apron off and my boy kept gagging on his dick. I had to join him, and we kissed as we slobbered all over Mack’s cock. I pulled off and ate my boy’s ass out, getting it nice, open, and wet for Mack’s raw attack that was about to come. I worked a few fingers in and was rewarded with globs of last night’s seed. Mack pulled out of my boy’s mouth and slid into that wet ass as gently as his thick cock would allow. My boy grunted and pushed back on it, his face on the cool tiles, his ass upturned. I stood, jerking off to the hot scene, as Mack wrapped a thin arm around me and leaned forward to kiss me. Mack pushed me towards my boy’s mouth and suggested I let him eat my hole for a bit, and maybe he’d fuck me too. So, like good boys, we followed his directions and my boy got my ass prepared for raw fucking too. Mack pummeled my boy for a bit longer and then slammed into my boy’s ass, holding still, most likely seeding him. Mack pulled his dripping cock out and then slid into me, bending over the kitchen counter. He fucked me gently for a few minutes before getting more and more winded, finally unloading and breeding me deeply. He stayed with his arms wrapped around me until his softening dick slid right out, followed by a stream of cum, his fresh seed churned up with last night’s. My boy lapped up the puddle forming under me off of the tile floor. We took a few minutes to recover and had a cup of coffee together. Without showering, Mack suggested that he and I go to the hardware store to pick up a few things for the house. ‘You’re good and lubed up for whatever trouble we can find at the shop…’ Mack winked at my boy and told him, ‘You can probably entertain yourself until we get back… Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to entertain your boy…’ Mack pulled his cutoffs and a grimy tank on. I imagine they once fit snugly, but now they hung loosely from his boney shoulders and hips. His big dick looked delicious as it snaked down his left leg, just barely poking out of the bottom, still shiny with cum and ass juice. I ran upstairs and grabbed some shorts, pulling them on as I raced back down the stairs. My boy was already gone, I assumed to Will’s house for some more dick. We hopped in Mack’s truck and drove to the hardware store. When we got there, Mack led me inside. I could swear he was cruising, or showing me off to the contractors and do-it-yourselfers walking through the aisles. When Mack ran into a buddy, he’d elbow me, whispering, ‘I converted him like ten years ago…’ or ‘Tagged that guy a few times over the past few summers. Took Will to convert him though…’ I had no idea that so many men in the area were POZ. Most of them nodded or smiled, some gave Mack a gentle hug. We came across and handsome guy in his late 20s. Mack whispered, ‘Fresh meat. Follow my lead…’ He introduced himself and me to the guy, Steve. We shook hands. Turns out that Steve had just moved out of the city with his wife and new kid. Mack asked if he missed the action of the city. Steve smiled and said sure. Mack reached down and pulled his shorts up a bit so his cock was poking out even further. Steve gasped, and stared, unable to pull away. Mack leaned in, ‘I know where you can get some action right now. Follow me.’ It was definitely an order, and Mack just started walking to the back of the store. He was so confident that Steve would abandon his cart and just follow that he didn’t even turn around to check. Naturally, Steve and I followed. Mack led us to the back of the store and into an unmarked door. It was a broom closet with a wooden partition in it. I snickered when I saw that the partition had a gloryhole cut in just the right spot. Mack walked to the far side of the room, dropped his shorts, and stuck his cock through the hole. Steve was mesmerized, and dropped to his knees, licking around Mack’s head and shaft. He fished his own hardening cock out of his chinos and I lowered my shorts. I rubbed Steve’s shoulders and pulled off his polo. I stood him up with his ass up as he started to deepthroat Mack’s cock, now shiny and slick with spit. I knelt behind Steve and dove into his ass, lapping his hairy hole. It was furry but clean as a whistle. I slobbered all over it, opening him up with my fingers. I slapped my dick on his crack, and he thrust his ass up, arching his back, like a well-trained bottom slut. I was now leaking precum and slid into his raw hole. There’s nothing better than sliding into a stranger’s bare ass. Steve grabbed the partition and let Mack skull fuck his eager mouth. I pistoned into him and he winced as I slid in with more hammering force. I took a swipe at my own ass, leaking Mack’s morning seed, and smeared it onto my cock without pulling all the way back. I drove into him, savoring the squelching sound now coming out of his ass with each thrust. I was about to lose my load, and leaned forward to hiss in Steve’s ear, ‘You want my load?’ He nodded yes and grunted approval without pulling off of Mack’s cock. I rammed my hips forward shooting my cum into his ass. I figured I gave him the option, so it was fine, no guilt on m part. Steve slid forward, turned around, and shoved his cummy hole up to the gloryhole. I knew Mack had entered him my the silent contortions on Steve’s face. He leaned forward, ass still squarely on the hole, and grasped his knees. I fed him my cock to clean and he licked my tenderly as Mack plowed away. Steve’s grunts gradually became more and more of a whimer. I knew we’d worn out his hole and Mack rewarded his energy by firing off a big POZ load into his ass. Steve pulled off like a pro and cleaned Mack’s cock off too. Steve grabbed his phone out of his pocket and handed it to me for my number. I typed it in, and he sent me a text. My phone buzzed twice actually, as Mack was putting his own number into Steve’s phone, I read a text from my boy. ‘WILL AND HUNG DAD ARE PLANNING SOME ANON FUN FOR MY HOLE TODAY. CUM JOIN. WILL’S PLACE. WALK IN, DUMP A LOAD, AND LEAVE. DON’T TELL ME WHEN IT’S YOU. XX I read it aloud to Steve and Mack and they smiled. I had a feeling we’d see Steve again later that day. Mack must have loved knowing that he was the founder of a line of sluts in this small town. We chatted as we finished grabbing supplies and drove back to the house. He told me he was going to miss it all, and that this would likely be his last summer… I realized he didn’t mean at the country house; He meant ever… I let that sink in in silence as we approached the house. We carried the bags into the kitchen, and I gave him a big bear hug. ‘No time to get emotional. Your boy needs his hole filled…’ We headed over to Will’s to see what trouble had found my boy. To be continued…

Almost forgot to update on my last loads. Tuesday night I was cruising Adam4Adam. Haven't had too much luck online the past couple weeks, but I am persistent. I had already prepped my ass and I had one goal, get loaded. I hit this cute twenty-something guy up. A little younger than I go for usually, and I didn't think he'd respond, but he did. We do the unlock thing etc., he has a nice looking cock, and tells me my ass is hot. OK, this sounds promising. We go down the path of hooking up, the where & what, and then he goes silent. Figures. About 15 minutes later he messages me again and tells me to come over. I walk to his place, about a 10 minute walk. When I get to his place, I notice he looks better than I expected. He's got a nice hairy chest, and is tall (I like tall ;-). Porn is playing on the tv, some hot TIM gangbang movie. He gives me a kiss right away, and I just drop to my knees and start worshipping his cock. He has a nice, thick cut cock to work on. I get up and turn around so he can rub his dick on my hole. He spits in his hand, rubs some in my hole and on his cock and pushes his fatty into me. All this has happened right by his front door too! His cock is filling, and I haven't been fucked in a while so it took me a minute or two to get used to it, but damn did it feel great! We move over to his bed after a little while, and he fucks me in all kinds of positions. He starts really pounding my ass, I cheer him on, and he yells he's gonna shoot and next thing I know he's unloaded in my ass. As I get dressed we talk about doing it again soon. I head out the door and take a peak at my phone. I had been chatting with one of my fuckbuds, who's now seeing someone, earlier. He wanted to do a group thing, but I had already made plans with the top I just got bred by. While I was walking to the new tops place I was telling my fuckbud I was going there and sent him a cock shot. Fuckbud asked me if I was going to get bred and I told him that was my goal. When I was walking home I messaged fuckbud and told him I was loaded. He sent me a candid pic of his woody, telling me he was dripping. We haven't fucked in months because of his boyfriend, and it sounded like he might want to get off. The entire walk home we talk dirty, and he agrees to cum over. Only thing, because he's in a relationship he's not going to fuck me raw if we fuck. Ok, cool, I just want to get another cock in me. When he gets to my place he strips down and I start working on his cock. I get my ass in reach of his hand and he starts fingering my hole, pulling out some cum and sniffing it, making me lick his fingers -----he's totally into the cumplay and it is fucking hot! I don't make any move to get fucked, after all he wants to rubber up, and he stops me at one point so he can get a rubber and fuck me. It's a good fuck, but not as good as his normal raw fucks. I start teasing him a bit, pulling off his cock, and not letting him back in easily. He even yells at me to let him in. He reached around me and found my hardon and started jacking me. NOT FAIR! I don't usually like that because when I shoot, the fucking is over. I knew he was getting close and tell him I want his cum in my hole, he takes the condom off, and I am doggie on the floor so he can shoot on my hole. He shoots a huge load, and I feel his cum dripping in me. I tell him to push it in and he uses his unwrapped cock. So much for the condom. When he's done I turn over on my back, he's sitting on the couch and I'm rock hard and decide what the hell. I jack for him, he watches me, knowing I rarely cum when he's here so I can take more cock after. This time I'm going to shoot my load. It doesn't take me long to empty my cock on my stomach. I scoop as much as I can in and push it into my hole while fuckbud is watching. Was hot all around, he leaves after that and I go to bed....almost satisfied

~Harley and Nick~ Harley greets me, inviting me into his apartment. We go back to his bedroom and he’s got a guest. He introduces me to Nick. They have been playing all night, with their supplies running a bit low. We talk a bit, while Harley gets in touch with his connection. Nick is pretty hot. About 6’4”, white with military cut hair, athletic, with a nice 7-8” thick cut cock. He tells me that he managed to actually get Harley to let him top him last night. Now as far as I know, from Ken, Harley’s a very through in through top. So I’m guessing this guy just had the right stuff to get him to bottom a bit. We chat a bit more, with me telling him about just being a pretty slutty bottom when I parTy, and that I really enjoyed the last time I got fucked by Harley. As I’m telling this to Nick, Harley tells me that his dealer has the tina for us. Since we’re going in together, along with the supplies between Harley and Ken, we’re getting a damn good deal out of it. Harley also is picking up some more weed and g as well. Nick and him discuss getting money out, while they get dressed. I offer to drive them, since I’m okay to drive and don’t mind it. So we leave out. I drive them to their various ATMs, they get their cash, and I throw in mine. I drop off Harley a ways from his dealer, who is a bit secretive about people coming over, despite living in one of the more popular downtown areas. Nick and I sit in the car just chit chatting about bullshit and life. After about 30 minutes, Harley returns. He apologizes for the wait. He gives an excuse I won’t say here, but it was pretty funny considering who Harley really is. We head back to Harley’s place. Harley pulls out the supplies, and hands a bag to Nick to divvy up. They do some math based on what we contributed, and Nick does what he can. I’m handed a pretty decent bag of tina after they figure it out. I offer to use some of my supplies to start things off, since I really didn’t have anything to offer Harley the first time we played. Harley takes my bag, pulls out some shards and starts to prepare a much larger water bong, which was apparently Nick’s. I start to strip down naked for them, with Nick doing the same. I’m still a bit horny from playing before, though a bit more sober, but I’m still checking out this fine specimen of a male. His cock is soft, but still a decent size. He sits on the edge of the bed and starts using the penis pump. I sit on the other side of the bed as Harley, as he finishes up. He hands me the bong and torch. “This’ll get you some pretty decent heavy hits, Keith. I know you’ll love it.” He tells me, as he starts to work on getting his weed pipe ready. “Can we hit the g first? Let that sink in while we get flying?” I ask, setting the bong and torch down. Harley replies with an ‘oh yeah’. He asks how much, since he’s now using a little measuring shot. I ask him what a cap is considered and then suggest just slightly more, since I really want to have some fun. He gives me a good measured amount, and I take the shot, followed by some orange juice he has. He does a shot, as I start to light the bong up. I watch Nick do a shot as well. Harley gets naked to join us on the bed. The clouds start to swirl, so I exhale and then do a slow methodical hit for almost a good minute, till I’m almost out of lung capacity. I signal for someone to kiss me as I hold it. Nick leans in so I shotgun him. He then shotguns it back. We even exchange a bit of tongue. “That was hot.” Harley says, watching us. He then looks back at me, and orders me to do another big hit. So I comply, like the good slut that I am. He then gets the shotgun from me, giving it back to me. I’m starting to feel the tina hitting a bit, so I offer it up to Nick. Nick takes a pretty decent one, shotguns me. I’m sensing, through my cloud filled head, that they really want to get me flying. He takes smaller one, and again shotguns me. Harley then takes the bong, does a heavy hit, and shotguns me. When they’re shotgunning me after their hits, they’re not taking it back either, so I’m getting their cast offs essentially. Harley does another one, a decent sized hit, shotguns me. He then hands the bong back to me. “Two more, you slut.” At this point, I’m really buzzing with energy and sexual hunger. I’m almost carnal. So like any good tina-loving slut, I do as ordered. I exhale, empty my lungs, and then do a slow sucking in of that sweet cloudy goodness. I let out a big cloud, as they both shook their heads no for me to shotgun them. So I do my last one like that as well. As I’m doing this, Harley’s already taking a toke of his weed, and as I finish my last cloud, he shotguns me. He then offers me the end of the pipe. “Do a hit, and hold it.” I’m in lust mode, so I start to suck in the heated weed. I hold what I can before coughing a bit. “One more.” So I do another one, holding it a bit longer before having to breathe. I past it to Nick, who does a hit. He then grabs my head and pulls me in for a kiss, shotgunning me. I cough a bit, before laying back on the bed. I’m rolling now, as the g starts to kick in. I’m just laying there, on the bed, rubbing and tweaking my nipples, feeling my tingling body. I’m flying like I’ve had a decent sized slam. I look over to them to see them with some happy grins, as they know I’m way tweaked. Harley leans over to me and starts to make out with me. Nick starts to go down on Harley, with his hand playing with my soft cock. Harley plays a bit with my nipples, whispering about how much fun he’s gonna have, how much fun he and Nick have had already. He tells me that Nick is one of the few people that can really deep throat him. He pulls back to sit up, and I just watch in lust vision of this beautiful handsome man going to town on Harley’s monstrous white cock. I’m really horny so I slide down to get a taste of Harley’s cock, but I definitely can’t do much to it. So I set my sights on Nick’s hard cock, who while all the time I was hitting the bong, had finished using the pump and had put on a cock ring. Its pretty big, but I atleast have to try it. I reach back to my side of the bed, grabbing my poppers. I had mixed some of mine with some of Ken’s before I left, so I knew these would be strong as hell. I popped the cap, did a couple of decent sized hits, and capped the bottle. I slid down the bed to Nick’s cock, and began to lick and kiss at it as the waves hit me. “Yeah, suck that cock, faggot.” I hear Harley encouraging me. I also hear porn start up on the tv. I lick to the top of Nick’s cock and take that nice thick head in my mouth. He’s precumming and its just tasty, like nectar from a god. I start bobbing up and down, trying to deepthroat, but he’s still a bit thick. He pushes me off and grumbles about my teeth, which I apologize for. He says that’s cool, but now its time to fuck. They both point to the sling and tell me to get in it. I grab my poppers and head over to it. Harley adjusts it a bit, and then helps me get in. He put my legs up in the restraints and pulls me down a bit so my ass is slightly hanging off the end of it. He goes to get the lube, while I see Nick come into view. He kneels down in front of me and starts to rim me. I do a hit of poppers and just enjoy the hell out of his tongue in my ass. It feels amazing. After a few minutes, with Harley standing watching and stroking his cock with lube, I feel lube being applied. Nick is still kneeling a bit, and I feel him fingering me. I feel a finger, then another. I’m starting to moan. I feel more lube being applied, then a couple of fingers, along with a slight pain with some burning. “Oh fuuuuuccckkk” I moan, as I realize they are giving me a booty bump as well. I feel another finger, then another. Harley comes around to the side of the sling, his hard cock just bouncing. He slaps it across my lips, as I start to lick at it. He then leans down to kiss me a bit, before telling me that Nick is four fingers deep in me. I just purr with lust. He walks back over to Nick, as all I’m feeling is these 4 fingers fucking me and the booty bump starting to take hold. I’m starting to bug eye a bit from it, and lusty as fuck. Nick stands up, his cock rock hard. He looks me in the eye, as I feel him starting to push. I take it that he’s ready to fuck me, so I do 3 heavy hits of poppers. As I’m doing my 3rd hit, he pushes in. He’s hitting my second hole a bit, pushing. “Do some more, let me in you slut. I want to pound this ass.” “Yes sir…” is all I can muster to say, as I do one hit, then another, then another. I lean back, grabbing my legs before sliding down to my ass to hold. He pushes all the way in, buried to the hilt. I just moan out, as he starts to fuck me. He’s not like Harley, who atleast was a bit slow to get me started. No, Nick is a power fuck. His thrusts are deep and hard. Every thrust I feel like he’s piercing my soul. Harley is encouraging him to fuck me harder. I’m just lost now, between all the tina I’ve done over the course of the night and now morning. I just lay there, feeling this god pound my ass, his thrust just hitting my prostate. I’m looking at him, eyes meeting, and its like there’s this sexual connection. I start to beg him to fuck me, to breed me, to use me like the slut I am. We all start to really dirty talk at this point. Harley gets behind Nick and starts to fuck him. I don’t even know when he applied any lube to him, but I didn’t care. I’m just watching one god fuck another. I do more hits of the poppers, and go back to spreading my ass so that this cock can penetrate my soul. I can’t tell you how long Nick fucked me. I’m usually good with accounting for time, but I was so fucked up at this point, I really couldn’t tell. I was just enjoying it. So after a bit, Harley’s just been watching us after fucking Nick for a bit. Nick starts to look a bit tired, so he pulls out. He gets a towel and cleans me up, but assures me that I’m still clean. They help me out of the sling, and sit me down on the bed, making me drink. After downing about 2 full glasses of water, I let them know I have to pee. Nick helps me to the bathroom, as I’m visibly stumbling at this point. I manage to pee a bit, and I stay a bit longer to make sure I’m not peeing anymore. I come back to the room, and they’re just sitting on the bed, stroking their cocks. I slide in between them and help jerk them off a bit more. After a few minutes, Harley asks what time I need to be home. I look at the clock, which tells me its about noon. So I tell him that I have no real curfew, so up to him. He’s got no plans, but Nick has to leave in a few hours, but they still want to have more fun with me. Of course, I’m still horny as shit, still wanting to get fucked, especially by Harley. So I tell him I’m game, let’s do this. Harley gives me a ‘half a cap’ of g, basically about a third of what I had earlier. He then offers me the bong. I’m a little shaky, so he lights it for me. I take a pretty decent hit off of it. They both decline to shotgun it. I do one more, a bit smaller, then passed it back to Harley. He does a hit, then forces a shotgun on me. He then passes it to Nick, who does a big hit, before shotgunning it back to me. “I think you guys just like getting me fucked up.” I mumble out, as Harley sets down the bong. He brings the weed pipe to my lips, and tells me to take a deep hit. So I comply. He then takes a toke, holds it, then shotguns me. Nick declines this time. I lay back, just feeling their bodies as I sit between them. They both lean in and start to kiss and lick at my neck, then my nipples. Harley comes back up to makeout with me, as I feel Nick going down on my soft cock. Harley keeps tweaking my nipples, as I rub his arm and chest, occasionally rubbing Nick’s head. His mouth feels great on my cock. I then feel him licking down to my ass. He pulls me a bit down on the bed, lifts my legs up, and starts rimming me again. After a few minutes, I start to feel things kicking in. I’m just moaning and squirming on the bed. “I think this slut needs to be used some more.” Harley says, in an almost demonic tone. They reposition me a bit on the bed, with my head hanging over the side. A pillow is put under me as my legs are lifted up. Harley gets off the bed, and starts looking around. “Nick, nick...where’s the uh...where’s the can?” Can? Oh shit...they’ve got Max Impact. I purr. Nick has been rimming me at this point, and he stops to tell Harley where it is. I hear him spray some on a rag, and then he steps in front of me. “You’ve done this before right?” I nod. “Good.” I feel Nick reposition himself, and some lube applied. He presses his head against my aching hole. Harley tells me to reach back and hold my ass apart, which I do. He then tells me to open my mouth, as he lowers the rag to me. “Breathe. Slowly.” I start to inhale through the rag, feeling the coldness of the Max Impact. He pulls the rag out, lets me get a normal breath, then lowers it again, adding take a deeper breath. I do as he orders. Harley takes the rag away and I start to feel the overwhelming numbness to take hold, my body and mind just becoming blank. I feel Nick thrust all the way in, passing through all my holes. Harley puts his cock to my mouth and I just open wide. He starts to push in, slowly. I just let him. He gets about halfway before pulling out. Nick is just pounding me slowly, holding my legs up. Harley gives me the rag again, with instructions to do more heavy inhales. I nod my head, as I know he’s wanting to push that monster of his into my throat. So I take the deep inhales, he pulls the rag up, and I open my mouth wide to receive his god stick. I feel his hands hold my throat a bit, and he manages to actually push more in. He’s encouraging me to take more of it. I gag a bit, so he pulls back out. “Let’s try something different.” He tells me. Nick pulls out and they help me up, giving me a minute to get my bearings. They talk a bit, which at this point I can’t really comprehend. Harley does some adjusting to the sling, and then helps me into it. I notice that the front where my head is usually at has been lowered. Harley puts my legs into the restraints, and adjusts me so that my head is hanging down and my ass is just up and exposed. This time, Nick comes to my head. He offers me his cock, which I lick. He still has my juices on him, which doesn’t bother me. I suck what I can of his cock, as I feel Harley reapplying lube. He also gives me a small booty bump, from what I can tell. I keep on sucking on Nick’s cock, as I feel Harley pressing against me. Nick pulls back and gives me the rag again. As I inhale, I feel Harley pushing in. I do another hit and feel him all the way, his thickness just rubbing my walls. I do one more, and then hang my head down, mouth open, ready to be a cock receptacle. Nick slides his cock in and I manage now to deepthroat him without teething. Harley starts to really fuck me, as Nick pushes slowly back and forth in my mouth, a hand on my throat to help. He keeps telling me to relax, just relax. I do my best to enjoy this, and I am. I’m in slut heaven, as the booty bump takes hold. I just lay limply as they two work their god fucksticks in me. Nick plays with my nipples, which just makes me moan around his cock. And Harley is just slowly pounding my ass. I manage to work my hands to spread my cheeks and I feel him push all the way in. God does it feel good. Nick eventually stops fucking my mouth and goes to the bed for something. He comes back and starts to lube Harley from what I could tell. I mumble to them to hand me my poppers before they start, as I want to really enjoy this. So Nick grabs my poppers, and goes back to Harley. Harley stops thrusting in me, just resting fully penetrated inside me. He actually asks for my poppers, as Nick presses into him. Harley hands them back to me and I do a few heavy hits. “Let’s do this...fuck me Harley, fuck me. Fuck me hard, fuck me you god...breed me...breed this slutty hole..” I moan out, as he resumes fucking me. I’m riding the wave of sexual hunger, as I lean up to watch these beautiful men fuck me, while one is getting fucked as well. I’m playing with my nipples as I watch Nick kiss and lick Harley’s neck, tweaking his nipples, even as he slides his cock in and out of Harley’s ass. Its breathtaking to watch. Harley starts to go to town on me after a bit. We’re almost moving the sling between the severity of his thrusts, along with Nick’s. I think Nick’s fucking is really turning Harley on, because after a few minutes of heavy pounding, he starts to slow down but keeps the heavy thrusting up, his breathing a bit harder. I hear a gutteral growl from him, as he unleashes his cum inside me. He keeps thrusting, hard, deep thrusts that are just hitting my spot. I feel I’m almost cumming myself. He soons stops, nearly hyperventilating. Nick stops fucking him and pulls out, stepping to the side. Harley then pulls out of me, with a few bits of cum spilling out. Nick helps Harley over to the bed to sit, and then comes back over to me. He doesn’t even ask or anything, just straight up pushes in. I’m in awe. “What, I love fucking with cum lube.” He tells me with a smile, seeing my reaction. He starts to thrust in harder, and so I do some more poppers. He takes the bottle, does a few hits, and then goes back to furiously pounding on me. While he’s not as thick as Harley, he’s almost got the length, and boy was it good. I grab my ass and spread for him, as he just pounds and pounds. He grabs my hips a bit harder and starts increasing his thrusting. He’s fucking me with everything he’s got, the sling almost moving slowly across the floor. He then leans down, pulls me into a kiss, as his thrusts slow but keep the intensity. I don’t really feel him cum in me, but I could tell by his breathing he did something. He pulls out, and more cum spills on the ground. Harley brings over a towel to clean me up and helps me out. Nick hands me a bottle of water, as he’s cleaning himself off with a towel. I mumble something about how fucking great that was, and I get some very tired smiles. I go to the bathroom and clean myself out, which turns out to be a pretty decent amount of cum, lube, and ass juices. Once I’m done, I head back into the bedroom. We three just lay on the bed, tired and exhausted. We chit chat a bit, as we start to come down a bit. There’s a bit of cuddling and I think we all managed to drift to sleep a bit. I ended up leaving a few hours later, around 4 or so. The sun was shining brighter, but eh with tina eyes, it kinda does that. The drive home was fine, and my roommates were not even around when I got home. I texted Harley that I was home, though I didn’t get a response until later. I ended up taking another shower, with more cleanup, before settling into bed. I had to take a Xanax to help me go to sleep, but it was a good long sleep.

Chapter IV. HUNG DAD told me I should go to the bathroom and see if my boy was ready to work that pig hole out of his ass. He thought I might be in more need of it than him. My boy was in the shower so I climbed in the shower with him, knelt down, and asked him to push back like he was taking a shit. I got my hands soapy and worked my fingers in beside that rubbery pig hole. Eventually, after much moaning, it started to ease its way out. I hadn’t realized how deep it went. It must have been seven inches into his ass, tapering at the head just like a real cock. When it finally plopped out, my boy groaned with a mix of delight and hunger. I knew he wanted that full feeling again, always. I rinsed out his ass with my tongue and my soapy fingers. Globs of cum ran out of his hole making me totally hard again. "FILL ME UP," he commanded. I slid my dick into his gaping hole, but he couldn’t even feel it. Unsatisfied, he tried to clench down on me, and his hole closed, but not nearly enough to get me off. I suggested he take a break and keep that hole ready for the BB BBQ to come. The pig hole had been in the bottom of the tub and was more or less clean and ready to slide up my ass. We tried inserting it, but I was just too tight. We toweled each other off and headed back to the living room hoping that HUNG DAD would help slide that rubber monstrosity into me. He was gone, but had left us a note which read 'MEET AT WILL’S AT 7:00 PM. HAVE YOUR HOLES WET AND READY'. We smiled, both knowing we were in for some an extended adventure, so prudently we headed upstairs to take a nap. We had set an alarm for 6:30, or we might have slept late. Arising, we again rinsed ourselves, which were a bit sweaty from having tossing around in bed, too turned on to sleep deeply. Slipping into our respective jockstraps, we took a few minutes to ate each other’s ass, and to lube each other - just to be ready for the night's festivities. Our jockstraps matched; they were ones we’d purchased for our anniversary. We topped the look off with short running shorts and thought we’d go shirtless. I made sure to grab a six-pack of beer bottles, removing one so there was a spare slot to carry the pig hole with us. W e held hands on the short walk to Will’s house. When we got there, there was no one inside, but we heard voices and laughter from the backyard. We walked around the house and saw Jimmy, HUNG DAD, Will, and a few other guys drinking beer from bottles and cajoling one another. All were shirtless, and Jimmy was in his jockstrap, with his blindfold tucked in at the back covering his surely stretched-out hole. We shook hands with Will and HUNG DAD, and Jimmy grinned sideways at us. Will introduced us to his buddies, and they were all smiles. There was Sam, an older guy with big meaty pecs and an even bigger belly. Sam licked his lips when he shook hands with my boy. There were three or four other guys there, all a bit heavyset and around Will’s and HUNG DAD’s age. I thought I had seen one or two of them at the hardware store on trips to pick up supplies. I was pretty sure I’d checked them out while looking for screws and nails. We knew that we were all here for a BB BBQ and excited to make new friends. Will threw some burgers and brats on the grill and suggested we all get to know each other. Standing at the grill, he shucked down his shorts, letting his big cock flop out. He tossed his shorts to Jimmy and suggested that he keep the patio from being cluttered with discarded clothing. Jimmy nodded, and went guy-to-guy collecting their clothes. "You’ll get these back tomorrow," he said to one guy as he pulled his pants down. Once we were all down to jocks or naked, HUNG DAD forced Jimmy down to his knees, saying "You remember Sam, right? Get Sam nice and wet so he can start this fuck party deep in your ass, boy!" Jimmy nodded and sunk to the ground, swallowing Sam’s cock to the root. Sam was a thick guy with a gut and chest covered in grey hair. He had massive paws that he used to force Jimmy’s head down so he could really skullfuck him. Jimmy didn’t seem to mind, and he didn’t gag at all as he took that cock balls deep down his throat. HUNG DAD nodded to me and pointed to his cock. I took the hint, and forced my boy down onto HUNG DAD’s rapidly hardening manhood. I was about to go down on Will at the grill when he pointed to the kitchen screen door. Hours earlier, my boy and I had walked through that same screen door and into a new life. When I saw who was standing there, I realized why we’d been invited to the country in the first place. Standing totally nude in the doorway was the man who owned the house we’d rented for the summer. We hadn’t seen Mack since we’d agreed to rent the house. He lived in our co-op back in the city, and we’d seen him out and about less and less recently. He’d been dealing with some illness that seemed to leave him weaker and thinner each time we saw him. That was why the house had fallen behind on repairs, and why he’d offered it to us at a crazy low rate if we’d fix it up… or so we thought. Mack was a little guy, maybe three or four inches shorter than my boy, and I’d never seen him shirtless before, let alone naked. He had all of his body hair shaven off, even his pubes. With his bald head, and trim lean body, he looked like a miniature skinny Mr. Clean. What wasn’t miniature or skinny was his ten-inch hard cock, sticking straight out. It looked even bigger and thicker than Will’s epic schlong. Will chuckled saying "I think you boys know our old buddy, Mack." My boy pulled off of HUNG DAD’s cock to say a quick hello, as if he was just a friendly neighbor and not a cock-hungry slut. Mack smiled and waved, then smiled at me and reached down to grab his cock. Mack was skinnier than I remembered him, maybe even a bit frail. There was nothing sickly about his mammoth cock, and I did my best to show him a good time. I managed to get the head and a bit of the shaft down my throat and felt proud of myself. Everyone stood there in silence with Sam, HUNG DAD, and Mack getting deep-throated while the other guys stood around and jerked off. It felt nice having an audience. Meanwhile, Will kept the grill going, flipping burgers and whistling to himself. He cut the gas off and closed the lid, announcing "The meat will need a few minutes. Wanna say we get this BB BBQ started?" The guys cheered him on, grabbing me, my boy, and Jimmy and tossing us over the picnic table. We were lined up shoulder-to-shoulder, ass up. Mack went down on my hole, as Sam started to devour Jimmy’s butt, and HUNG DAD on my boy. I knew they were opening all three of us up to take raw dick. I felt Mack replacing his tongue with his fingers, first one, then two, then three. I heard myself groaning in pleasure, but my boy went strangely quiet. He had his brown furrowed, really concentrating on opening up. When Mack was satisfied, he pulled HUNG DAD off of my boy and lined up his epic cock with my boy’s hole, now opened and glistening with spit. Mack looked over at me and raised an eyebrow, asking "A little help here, please?" I grabbed his thick bare cock and helped ease it into my boy. HUNG DAD seemed miffed to have had his toy taken away and walked over to me, but honestly, HUNG DAD didn’t stand a chance of getting his cock into me, not without some work. He saw the pig hole we’d borrowed from Will and grabbed it. HUNG DAD spit into my upturned ass and tried to force it into me. I was happy to be opened up, but kind of disappointed that the intense action at my own backdoor was preventing me from watching my boy take Mack’s raw cock for the first time, or was it? Mack leaned forward as he kept driving more and more of that raw dick into my boy. "Fuck, boy. I’ve wanted your hole again for so long." Again, I thought 'Once in the laundry room wasn’t nearly enough'. My boy grunted in approval of Mack's comment. "You were so tight. I knew my buddies up here in the country would help open you up and get you ready for our potent seed." My boy sighed again. Will appeared at the other side of the table and slid his cock into my boy’s mouth. I was watching my boy get fucked at both ends by surely the biggest cocks he’d ever taken. And my boy was loving it. HUNG DAD slapped his dick against my hole and tried to jam his head into me, but I was still too tight. He had found some lube and forcefully jammed the pig hole all the way into me. I howled with pleasure and pain. Satisfied that I had it as deep as it would go, he spanked me a little and walked away to pull Sam’s face out of Jimmy’s ass only to hand Jimmy the blindfold with the instruction "Get ready. You know what’s coming, boy." Jimmy tied the blindfold around his face as Sam re-positioned himself, his wet cock sliding down Jimmy’s throat. One of the other guys got behind me, and another in front. I was glad that it was the guy with a normal cock, even if I couldn’t remember his name. He slid into the pig hole. Even though his dick was more or less average, the pig hole had me more opened up than I’d ever been. As much as that freaked me out, I took pride knowing that my boy was even more stretched out, taking Mack’s raw cock to the root and Will’s tool down his throat. Will and Mack went to town on both ends of my boy. When Will was close to cumming, he pulled out and walked around to my boy’s ass. Mack took a break and walked over to his face. I realized that my boy had cheated on me with Mack at some point, and I knew I want get that whole story sometime, but I was too busy getting raw-fucked to play detective. The guy inside me picked up his pace and I knew he close to breeding me. I tried to clamp down on the pig hole and concentrate on the dick slapping against my lips. With the pig hole, I couldn’t feel his cock swell, or even the cum start to shoot out, but I could feel a wetness deep inside, and I was proud of myself. The guys switched places and I focused on cleaning off the cock that just bred me, not even sure of either guy’s name. Someone else slid into me as I heard Will cumming inside my boy, filling him up the same way he did Jimmy this morning, stretched out and raw. Even though it was Will’s second load directly deposited into my boy’s hole, I thought it must be different now that my boy was opened up and the pig hole was not in the way. The pig hole didn’t seem to bother the guy topping me. He held onto my hips and shot off deep inside me. Again, I could only sense his pace and breathing change and then felt that familiar dampness. Mack walked back around and grabbed Will’s dick as it plopped out of my boy’s hole. He cupped his hand under my boy’s ass as globs of Will's cum drooled out, using Will’s seed to get his cock extra slippery, only to slide his whole thing into my boy. Now that I was freshly bred with two strangers’ loads, and still stuffed with the pig hole, they turned the attention to HUNG DAD really going to town on his son’s upturned ass. I knelt down with my face right beside Mack’s cock as it slid and out of my boy’s unprotected ass. Mack shivered and rammed forward, breeding my boy with his big cock, my face just inches away. I moaned as Mack kept sliding in and out, white cum foam puddling out of my boy’s hole and onto Mack’s dick. When Mack slowly pulled out of my boy, He slid it right into my mouth as Will lowered his face to my boy’s ass and lapped away. I cleaned Mack’s cock as he slapped my cheeks with it and then down my cum-hungry throat. HUNG DAD fired his load into Jimmy’s ass and let Sam have a turn. My boy got on his knees to help HUNG DAD clean up. When my boy’s mouth was sloppy with cum he looked up, with lust in his eyes and said, simply, "Thanks for inviting us," and then resumed savoring HUNG DAD’s cock. Mack patted me on the back, saying, “I knew you both had what it takes. You keep sharing your holes, and you’ll join the brotherhood before you know it." I smiled, and then wondered to myself if ‘the brotherhood’ was coded language. Was Mack getting sicker because he was POZ too? Is that how HUNG DAD would have met him in our living room? To be continued…

So it was in the mid of 2001, i was living in that time in cologne/germany. I still was neg, but by visiting the bars and the darkrooms more and more I let the gus fuck me bare. One day I met a guy at the bar..wie talked a lot, drinking some beer...and he invited me to his place.. It was one of these hot nights in the summer, I only had a shorts and a shirt on, and as alwasdo, no underwear:-) On the way to his home.. he was grabbling at my cock, kissing me..and we became more and more horny. reaching his home... the air was very sticky and warm... we put out our clothes..just smoking for relaxing:-) He told me that he will fuck me only bare, as I Told him that i was still neg gut want to convert. Horny as hell, he fixed me on his bed, got a thoothbrush, putting in my arse. Then he stroke his cockin dry and hard.. he fucked me over half an hour, looking at me..then he asked:*Are you ready for my gift?* Icried *Put it in, I want to be your brother*..he fucked again, I felt his cock becomming harder and bigger..he moaned..and shoot in his toxic juice. When he got out, he put a plug in and gave his cok in my moth for cleaning it.. I saw his cum on it, and my blood...soo good. It was the best fuck I ever had. He told me that he was not on med and highly toxic. By saying this I turnd arround putting my arse up again for him. For three days we didn't leave his place, fucking us to hell... 3 Weeks later I became sick... We are still friends, and wenn wee meet, we must change our new bebies:-))

I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. It had been a long, frustrating day at work. It was a Friday, and I was stuck in the office late, again, trying to finish a project that should have been done in half the time, but kept getting more and more complicated as I tried to finish it. I finally left the office around ten o'clock at night. I hailed a cab to take me home to Brooklyn, and settled in to the seat. Traffic was awful, so I pulled out my iPhone and started to browse through Grindr while the cab inched through the gridlock. After the week I had at the office, I needed to get off! It wasn't long before I was chatting with a couple of different guys. The one that seemed to suit my mood the best that night had a profile picture of himself, shirtless and flexing in the mirror in a gym. He was Latino, and at forty he was more than fifteen years older than I was but you wouldn't have been able to guess that from his ripped, muscular body. I also liked the visible bulge in the crotch of his workout shorts. You couldn’t really see his face in the picture, but he looked decent enough and his body was insane! He said that he was really into fucking younger, slim white guys like me, and that I should come right over because he was going to ‘rock my world’. We exchanged more pictures, and I could feel my cock hardening in my briefs and my asshole twitching. His cock was thick, veiny and uncut, and as huge as it had looked through his shorts, and his body looked sexier in every picture. I was horny, and he had me hooked. I tapped on the partition and told the cab driver that I had changed my mind, and had a new destination. As soon as we were clear of the traffic trying to get on the bridge, I was at this guy's apartment in less than ten minutes. I had slight butterflies in my stomach as I paid the taxi and climbed out. He buzzed me in as soon as I rang the bell, and I climbed the dingy, narrow stairs up to his apartment. He was waiting for me in the doorway, looking even better than his pictures. His body was solid muscle, and his tattooed arms stretched the sleeves of his white teeshirt to the limit. He had a shaved head and a few days worth of stubble on his jaw. He smiled warmly and led me into the dim apartment. In the living room he had some porn playing silently on his tv. He sat me down on the couch and offered me a drink while I got comfortable and relaxed. I said sure, and he disappeared into the kitchen to prepare one for me. I kicked off my shoes and loosened my tie. He placed the drink on the table in front of me and sat down right next to me with his. We clinked glasses and I tried to calm my nerves with a big swallow of my drink. He ran his big, strong hands across my chest, pulling my tie out of the collar of my shirt and tossing it to the floor. I could feel my whole body relaxing as he massaged my shoulders and chest, gradually unbuttoning my shirt until it was open to the waist. His touch was making me so horny I could barely stand it! I took another gulp of my drink, and before I knew it I had drained the glass. I relaxed more and more as his hands explored my body. Before I knew what was happening, he was slipping my shirt down off my shoulders and helping me out of it. The room was spinning around me as he rubbed his hands all over me, unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. He helped me stand up so that he could pull my pants down. When I tried to step out of them I stumbled and he had to catch my arm to keep me from falling over. I couldn't focus on anything, and I could barely nod when I heard him saying 'we had better get you to bed'. I had never felt this out of it before! He half guided, half carried me down the hall into the dark bedroom and lay me down on the bed. As I lay there with the room spinning around me, I felt him lift my arms above my head and wrap something around my wrists. I was totally spaced out, lying there on the bed. I felt like I couldn't move, even if I had wanted to. After I don’t know how long, I felt him climb on top of me. He had stripped off his jeans and teeshirt, and was straddling my chest naked. His bulky body forced my shoulders down into the mattress. He slapped his hard cock across my face, pulling my mouth open and pushing the leaking head of his uncut monster cock towards the back of my throat. The awkward angle made me gag almost immediately but he still grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock deeper down my throat. When I panicked and tried to push him away, I realized that my arms were bound above my head. It felt like they were tied to the headboard. I was freaking out in my head, but I couldn't move my body enough to try to throw him off of me. After I had gagged and choked on his dick for a while he climbed off of me and I could feel him spreading my legs. His fingers forced their way into my tight asshole. I groaned and tried to move away but I was too weak and my body refused to obey. He kept pushing them into me, stretching my hole. I felt him push something up into me, and it was like he squirted something inside of me to lube up my hole. Before long I started to feel a hot sensation spreading through my entire body, like it was flowing in waves from my ass. I groaned again. He laughed as he lifted my legs up and held them to my chest with one of his strong hands wrapped around my ankles. I tried to pull away again but it was no use, I felt like I had no control over any part of my body. I could feel the tip of his bare cock pressing insistently against my hole. He had me pinned to the bed, and his strong hips slowly forced it into me. I tried to scream as his raw cock ripped through my tight asshole, but all I could do was whimper. I could feel his low hanging balls slap against my ass as he bottomed out and started to fuck me. I must have backed out, because the next thing I remember I was lying on my stomach. I could still feel a huge cock in my ass but as my consciousness returned I realized that I was moaning in pleasure and grinding my hips, slamming my ass back against each thrust like I was in heat. It was like I was possessed! My mind was still foggy, but my dick had taken over control! I could hear myself begging for more cock, and to be fucked harder! My hands had been untied, and I was jerking on my leaking cock as he pounded my ass. I kept slipping in and out of awareness, but no matter how many times I woke up, I was always aware of the big cock in my asshole, sending waves of pleasure through my whole being. The lights of the room seemed to have gotten brighter, and they hurt my eyes and made it hard to focus. It was like I was hearing voices, but I was too disoriented to make out what they were saying. I have no idea how long all this went on. I have a vague memory of being helped to a cab and giving the driver my address, and then being helped up the stairs to my own apartment. When I finally woke up, I felt like I was in the midst of the worst hangover of my life. My head was pounding, my mouth was bone dry, and as soon as I rolled over on my bed I could feel a dull aching in my ass. I stumbled into the kitchen to gulp down a glass of water and try to clear my head. I walked back into the bedroom and noticed my laptop open on the side of my bed. I sure didn't remember leaving it there... When I tapped the trackpad, it woke up and displayed an XTube video page. I was about to close the browser window when I froze. The thumbnail preview image looked like me! The videos title was "SLUTTY TWINK GETS BRED AND GETS HIS HOLE WRECKED BY FOUR HUNG THUGS". Wait, what? I clicked play and watched, dumbfounded. It was me alright. My eyes were open wide but totally unfocused as I lay there on my stomach with a huge, muscular man climbing on top of me and shoving his huge, veiny, bare cock deep into my ass. The camera panned around as he groaned and you could hear the camera man laughing nastily and saying 'Breed that twink cunt, bro! Knock the fucker up!' I could hear my own voice groaning -- and begging! I was begging for more cock! I was panting and screaming and saying 'Harder! Fuck me harder! Please!' I was in shock. I sank down onto the bed, sitting in front of my laptop with my mouth hanging open. What the fuck had I done last night? What had happened to me? The video kept on playing, showing a close-up of the thick cock as it pounded my ass. My asshole looked like it was stretched to the limit around the thick shaft. I could hear the man fucking me groaning and he started to slam my ass even harder. The camera zoomed in even more as he pulled his cock out of my ass and what looked like a gallon of thick, creamy sperm poured out of my gaping pink hole. What I saw next made me jump up off the bed and run over to the mirror on my bedroom door. The man's hand had grabbed a marker from the mattress and drawn a line on my ass. A line just a few inches long, next to two other lines just like it. When I pulled down my pants and looked at my butt in the mirror, I felt sick. Six. Four lines, plus another drawn diagonally through them, plus one more. There was also something scrawled on my back but I couldn't exactly read it in the mirror with my head in that dazed condition. I walked slowly over to the laptop on the bed, where the video was still playing. Now I saw myself getting fucked doggy style by a big black guy whose face was blurred out by a block of pixels, and whose body looked twice the size of mine. He smacked my ass hard as he fucked me, and the look on my face was one of pure animal pleasure. The camera zoomed in on his cock in my ass, and I could read the words 'CUM DUMP' printed across my lower back in thick black marker. I grabbed my phone and tried to look up where I had ended up last night, but when I opened up Grindr I saw that the entire history, all of my chats had disappeared -- been cleared out. The groaning, grunting noises coming from my laptops speakers pulled my attention back to the screen as the black guy fucking me pulled his glistening, sperm lubed cock out of my ass, and, holding my ass spread with one hand, squirted his load directly into my gaping hole, only to add the fourth line to the tally on my ass and be quickly replaced by another raw cock, shoved into my ass without any pause or warning. I could hear the cameramen ask 'You like those raw dicks up your ass boy?'. In my head I screamed NO, but in the video I heard myself moaning 'Yes sir!'. 'You like getting bred boy? You want us to knock you up?' NO! 'Uh, yes, please! I want that cum in my ass!' 'Good boy!' How had this video ended up online? The thought froze me to my core -- my face was flashing across the Internet, begging for raw cock! Who knows who could already have seen it? When I tried to look at the profile of the person who uploaded the movie, it turned out to be blank with no information. The username was just a string of random numbers. 'I think he's ready, want to give him a try?' I switched back to the window where the video was playing. I was shown from behind, being positioned on top of the muscular guy whose body I recognized from the photos he had sent me last night, but whose face was blurred out. There was another close-up shot of his cock slipping into my sloppy, cum filled asshole. As soon as I had slid down to the base of his long cock, another guy climbed onto the bed. I gasped in unison with my video self as he lined his cock up against my already occupied hole, grabbed my hips, and forced his cock all the way into me along with the other one. From the sounds I was making in the video, it was a pretty tight fit. Just seeing that part of the video made my poor asshole throb. My screaming and moaning slowly turned to cries of pure pleasure -- it was like having those two cocks ripping my asshole wide open had made me loose my mind! It sure didn't take long for the guys fucking me to loose it, either. The feeling of their cocks rubbing together, stuffed into my straining ass and lubed up with four loads of sperm didn't take long to make them cum. I could tell because they just held me in place and literally fucked their cum into me. The video cut to me lying on my back on the bed with a dazed expression on my face, with my legs being lifted and spread apart with strong, anonymous hands. Another set of hands rubbed my chest. The final set of hands were rubbing my ass. You could see how tender and pink it was as the fingers of that hand played with the swollen lips and collected some of the cum leaking out of me. When he had a good load dripping from his fingers, he brought them up to my mouth for me to lick clean. My eyes unfocused, I did it without any hesitation, cleaning every last drop off his hand with my tongue. He moved his hand back to my ass, shoving three thick fingers up into me. In the video, I groaned and grabbed my own dick, stroking it wildly. 'Do you think you can take my fist, boy?' He asked me. 'Make me take it!' My own voice slurred like I was drunk or high. He worked another finger into my ass, pushing his hand in knuckle deep and twisting it around in my stretched out hole. The hand that had been stroking my chest now brought a small brown bottle up to my nose, holding it there until I inhaled deeply. As I did, my ass must have spasmed, because that's all it took for his thumb to force its way in. I sat there frozen as I watched his big hand disappear in my ass up to the wrist. In the video, my cock was still semi hard and oozing precum. I realized that it had been the hard and leaking the whole time I had been watching the video, as well. On screen, my ass was being abused as he punched his fist into me over and over, stretching my hole to the absolute limit. I was given another round of the poppers to inhale and I just lost if. My whole body shook as I groaned and squirted a huge load of cum from my cock. I whimpered and moaned, and it seemed like I came for almost a minute straight. When I was done, the hand was pulled from my ass with a loud slurping plop, and the camera zoomed in on my gaping hole. As the screen faded to black, you could hear the cameraman's voice asking me 'Did you like that?' 'Yes...' The video ended. I didn't know what to do. My head was still foggy and spinning. All I could think of was clicking back to the beginning and watching again. So I did. And this time I pulled out my cock and started to stroke while I watched.

The encounter is a true story of my first time visiting Slammer, a raunchy sex club in Los Angeles. My name is Josh. I’m 28 y/o, 5’9, 145 lbs, with a smooth and nicely toned body from regular hours spent at the gym. All in all I’m a decently attractive guy who had been introduced to partying back in 2014, and ever since then my sex life has never been the same. I tend to have binge episodes where I don’t have sex for months, only to have my sexual appetite and tension build up to the point of exploding, resulting in a night or two or weekend of sexual frenzy. I had not had sex for over 2 months and I was really feeling horny. There was a top fuck buddy of mine that I had played with regularly. His name is Mark, he’s about late 40’s, fit and friendly white guy. He lived in downtown Los Angeles, had his own apartment, and he was always generous with his favors. In the past he had hosted me many times for some fun long sessions, and with my building horniness reaching a peak I messaged him asking what he was doing. After waiting a short while, he responded saying he could be free after 7 PM and that I should come over. At this point my hunger and anticipation had built to a climax and I prepared for the long night ahead by showering, putting on a black jockstrap under khaki shorts and a black tank top that fit just right to show off my lean body. I also put my laptop and chargers into a bag and drove the 20 minutes over to his place. When I got to Mark’s place he let me into his apartment and greeted me in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, barefoot, having just showered. He stood just slightly shorter than me, white-gray hair sparsely covering his toned pecs down to his lightly muscled stomach. He led me to the bedroom where there was a nice clean queen size bed with pillows, a closet with sliding door mirrors, and a TV facing the bedroom. I put down my belongings and immediately took off my tank top. “So can I offer you anything to drink or anything…?” He asked me, looking at my smooth body and smiling. I knew the game. He knew what I wanted and I didn’t hesitate to ask: “Could you smoke with me a little bit while I get comfortable?” I smiled bashfully as I asked – and when he heard my question his smile widened into a big grin. “I’d be happy to oblige. In the mean time while I get ready, why don’t you go ahead and pick out a movie.” Mark motioned to the DVD collection on the TV stand, and left me to go rummage in the closet for his supplies. His movie collection was extensive and I saw many of my favorite Treasure Island Media films as well as other bareback porn films. I chose one and popped it into the DVD and started it, just as he returned to me holding a little glass bong. Mark looked me in the eyes as he lit the torch and started to heat up the crystals inside. I watched intently as little wisps of smoke began to rise from the small hole in the bowl, at which Mark looked at me and nodded for me to go ahead. He held the bong pipe to my lips as I slowly and steadily began to inhale; slowly and steadily I heard the light bubbling as I inhaled, seeing the white smoke pass through the bong, through the pipe, and feeling it entering my lungs. I focused on keeping the bubbling at just the right amount, not too much and not too little. I had so much sexual frustration built up over my dry spell that when he started to pull the torch away from the bowl I motioned for him to keep going. A look of surprise and pleasure came on his face as he continued to heat the crystals, resulting in a huge hit. After holding in that first huge hit, I blew out the first initial cloud and it engulfed us, and I quickly went back to the pipe and inhaled whatever was still left burning. Almost instantly I felt the rush, a sense of clarity and an acuity that could only come with the crystal. I also became even hornier. “Wow, what an impressive lung capacity. Now about that drink, why don’t you keep smoking while I go prepare you some Gatorade with G. How much do you take again?” “1.5 mL usually but give me 2 this time. I want you to really party me up and make me submissive.” He nodded, smiling, and headed to the kitchen. I didn’t smoke like he had told me to, but instead, slipped off my shorts and stood facing his mirrored closet door admiring my smooth muscled body wearing only the black jockstrap. I looked really hot like that and the Tina was making me feel extremely sexy and horny. Mark returned with two small glasses, one for him and one for me, smiling as he took a moment to observe my new state of undress. He handed me the glass and said cheers, and we downed the drinks. He then motioned to hand him the pipe and the torch, and he began to take a nice big hit of his own; at the end of his inhale he motioned me to lean forward and he shotgunned his hit into my mouth, which I took in completely. He put one of his other hands around the curve of my smooth ass, giving it a slight squeeze, before nodding to me and lighting the pipe again, holding it out to me. Again he gave me a huge hit, making me inhale lightly and steadily until my lungs were filled with that white smoke. “Good boy” he murmured after I blew out the massive cloud. “You want me to really party up your hole, Josh?” Mark asked me, smiling at me. I nodded yes, feeling the high of the tina starting to take hold of me and unleash the submissive bottom I am inside. “Okay, why don’t you go ahead and get on the bed, on all fours. I’m going to prepare you a nice big booty bump to really teach your hole its purpose.” I got on the bed on all fours, facing away from him, with my back arched, as I heard him rummage with his supplies. Soon enough he had a needleless syringe ready with Tina. “Is that water with Tina?” “It’s about 0.3 grams of Tina dissolved in my spit. Now face forward and let me open you up.” I faced forward as I began to feel his tongue against my hole, probing. He spat once, twice, three times in succession. I love when a top spits on my hole, making it nice and wet. He ate out my ass, taking breaks only to tell me what a sweet tight smooth hole I had. After my ass felt nice and wet from his spit, he told me that he was going to bump me, and I felt the syringe being inserted into my ass with ease. “Are you ready?” He asked me. I nodded, and felt him push the liquid into my hole; a mildly burning sensation immediately followed, and he withdrew the syringe. “Now just hold that position for a little bit.” I stayed in that position, head down, ass up, with the booty bump slowly absorbing into my system. He came back with a moist towel to wipe my hole with, before he continued rimming my hole. With his tongue, he again made it nice and wet, and suddenly, it all hit me. The booty bump was the key to the locked room where I kept my submissive slutty bottom side hidden, and suddenly that door was opened. I felt so good, his tongue against my hole, his hands squeezing and grabbing my ass. I wanted him in me and I spread my knees even farther on the bed, reaching back to spread my cheeks as far as I could, and I exclaimed “oh God I can feel the booty bump and the G. I want you inside me.” With that, Mark turned me over onto my back and put a cylindrical pillow under my ass, elevating it. He handed me a bottle of poppers and said “those are brand new poppers so they should be especially strong.” He then ate out my ass some more as he looked straight into my eyes, my feet in the air, my hands holding them back as I looked at this guy who had his tongue in my ass, making me feel all sorts of pleasure. But I was too horny and high to be satisfied with a mere rim job. I needed his big white cock in my hole and I needed it bad. “Please, spit on my hole and fuck me raw with your spit as lube.” Mark smiled at that comment and stood up, slipping his cock out from the Bike white jockstrap he was wearing. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” he replied as he positioned his hard cock against my hole, sliding it up and down. I immediately unscrewed the cap of the poppers bottle and alternated 2 hits each nostril, - big hits, big inhales that created a beautiful sound of air passing over the bottle opening, and I held my breath to keep it all in after the last hit. I capped the bottle and then resumed holding my legs back, looked straight up into Mark’s eyes and said “please fuck me with your big white cock.” As I exhaled I could feel him begin his push in- the warmth from the poppers hit me and immediately I felt the wonderful lightheadedness and relaxed and openness feeling. It mixed with the G and the T I had taken and I was fully realized – I was now the slutty submissive bottom that I was meant to be. I looked up, taking it all in as he stared back into my eyes as he pushed his big 7” thick cock into me. With only his spit as lube, he managed to get it all in, and the feeling of fullness was more pleasurable than anything in the world. I responded by pulling my legs back more, further exposing my hole, and I looked up and with the high of the poppers and G and T enabling me, I said “please fuck me Sir.”

So I’ve been reading back through my first pnp story, along with my new one I posted a few weeks past, and a lot of people liked the stories. I figured I could write some more of my tales. These are true stories, though some liberties were taken. ~Ken~ I hadn’t played in a while, and was cruising the bb sites I frequent. I came across a guy I had chatted with a few times, though pms and phone texts. We never could meet up because he moved around a lot and we never could get our timing right. Apparently the stars aligned for this night. His name was Dan, an older white gentlemen with a decent 7-8” thick cut cock. He liked to slam and he liked bottom boys who pnp’d and took his hard cock. He msg’d me on both sites and through text, saying that he was gonna party with a friend of his in a nearby town. I told him I had the evening free, had my poppers and lube, but definitely no supplies. He told me that’s not a problem, just bring that ass of mine, he wants to fuck me. He told me his friend’s name was Ken. He was an older white gentlemen, mostly bottom, but loved to host and watch people fuck. He gave me Ken’s number, along with his screennames. Ken and I exchanged a few messages, mostly just checking each other out. He was handsome, in some regards, but seem friendly. He gave me his address and really wanted me to come over. I quickly got cleaned out and cleaned up, and headed over. It was about a 20 minute drive from my house, so didn’t take me long to get there. It was a townhouse, and slightly obscured from the road. I found a place to park and made my way to the door. Dan greeted me as I knocked, and invited me in. Ken, the host, greeted me as well. He offered me a seat on the couch, as I put my stuff down. We all chit-chatted for a bit, while they got out their supplies. Bareback porn was playing on Ken’s tv. Ken offered me his pipe, so I took a few good hits. “Yeah, let’s get you flying a bit.” Ken said to me. “You’re really handsome you know, Keith.” I kinda blushed. I was starting to feel the effects, so I quickly stripped down. “Same to you. I think we’ll definitely have some fun tonight.” I replied, as I started to tweak my nipples a bit. I looked over to Dan, who I saw was preparing some points. “I’m definitely up for doing one of those.” Dan smiled. “I figured, from our talks. I don’t like to smoke, so this is how I like T.” He kept on preparing, as Ken and I made out a bit. Ken’s laptop dinged, and Ken broke off the kiss to check the message. “Oh, a friend of mine, real cute guy, says he wants to come have fun with us. He’s even willing to throw in for some tina.” Ken told us, throwing up the guys profile. Young, 20-something latino with a decent sized cock. “He’s vers top, loves to fuck.” “Sounds like fun.” I purred. “Cool, though if we’re gonna play all night, I think we’ll need more supplies.” Dan said, as he finished with his preparations. Ken and Dan started to discuss how to do it, connections they had. I just sat back, stroking my cock, watching the porn as they talked. They came to a decision that Dan would go out and get the supplies, since this was Ken’s house. They told me I could stay, since Dan vouched for me, even though he didn’t know me all that well. Ken’s friend arrived shortly after. His name was Raul, and he was cute in person. We shook hands, started to chit chat a bit. Ken had placed a small mattress on the floor, and was pulling out toys and lube. Dan then asked Raul if he pointed, which he said no, he just smoked. Dan offered him the pipe, and then called me over to where he was sitting. “So I’m gonna do you real fast, let you have some fun with these guys. I’ll be back in a bit with some more supplies. You’ll be good to go right?” He asked. I was a bit hestitant, but since I was flying a bit, I decided to just go with it. “Yeah. How do we want to do this?” So he proceeds to have me sit at the edge of the couch, nearest a light. Puts my arm on a pillow to balance it. Slips on the armband. Puts a heat rag on my elbow crease for a bit, to make the veins pop out a bit more. He then does an alcohol swab, cleans the area. “I’m giving you a .2, that cool?” I nod. He starts to prod my arm, trying to find a good vein. He finds one, and starts to insert the needle. He keeps checking on me. I tell him I’m good. Gets a flash of red. “Get ready.” He pushes the plunger down, then pulls out. Quickly puts down a swab, tells me to hold it, as he releases the band. I taste a bit of metallic, my lungs flash hot, and I feel the rush. The air is tingling around me. The lights get a bit brighter. I’m flying. I’m horny. I put my arms up, and just lay there. Dan starts to play with my nipples and cock. “How you feeling?” I purr. “Mmmm...fantastic. Oh I can’t wait to get fucked. Oh yeah. Mmmmm.” I’m slightly slurring my words, as I’m just getting hornier and hornier. Dan gets up to go check on Ken and Raul. They’ve gone off to another room, I think, for Ken to point himself. I’m just laying on the couch, fondling myself, tweaking my nipples. I sit up, find my bottle of poppers, and do a few hits. I’m rolling in wave after wave of ecstasy. I move down to the floor, where I spot one of Ken’s dildos, along with some lube. I lube it up, then my ass, and start to insert it in my ass. Raul comes back and sees me. I’m pretty much nearly riding the dildo, and tweaking my nipples. I look up at him and moan out, “I want to suck your cock. I want you fuck me.” “Oh yeah he’s flying guys.” Raul yells towards the hallway nearby. He walks over infront of me, and starts to undo his belt. “Go on there fag, suck this cock. You need to get me hard if you want me to fuck you.” His pants come down, and I take off his boxers, fishing out his cock. Its a decently sized cock, even barely hard. Uncut. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had uncut..” I murmur out, as I take him into my mouth. I’m just bobbing up and down on it, as he starts to get harder. Ken and Dan come back in, as I’m just going to town on Raul’s cock. “Told you he was a cocksucker.” Dan tells Ken, as they pass by. They chit chat for a bit, before Dan heads out to get supplies. Ken comes back over with the pipe and Raul hits it, blowing the clouds toward me. Ken gets on the floor next to me, and helps me suck Raul’s cock. “Mmm...just love sharing a cock with another flying pig.” He says, as he takes Raul’s cock from me. I do a couple hits of poppers, and then ride the wave as I lick Raul’s balls. Raul has hit the pipe a few times, and is getting pretty hard. He hands the pipe to Ken, and then finishes taking off his clothes. He gets on the floor next to me and we start to make out. Ken joins us and all three of us are just exchanging tongues. I pull back, and tell Raul I need him to fuck me. He rolls onto his back, and tells me to get on my knees infront of him, in between his legs. He pulls me back a bit more, and pushes on my back for me to lean down more. He starts to play with my hole, lubing and fingering it a bit. I feel his cock pressing in, so I hit the poppers, just as he slides in. He has me basically fucking myself on his cock for a good while. I’m moaning and enjoying myself, while Ken talks dirty to us. Raul continued this for a bit, with me mostly doing the work, fucking myself on his cock. He would occasionally be moaning out, saying how hot it was to watch my ass on his cock. After a while I had to stop, as my legs were cramping from the position. He moved me to lay on my side, and continued to work his cock in me. Ken presented his cock to me, so I started sucking on that. Eventually he moved into a 69 position to work my soft cock. It all felt wonderful. This last for a good while. I was starting to come down a bit, so Raul took to fucking Ken doggy style. I got underneath him and sucked Ken’s cock, watching the action of ass fucking right up close and personal. It was hot as hell. They did this for a good ten, fifteen minutes, before Dan showed back up. We took a break to hydrate, chat a bit. They divided out the supplies they had gotten, and Dan went to work on making more points for him and myself. He asked how my evening was doing, and I told him great, but that I really hoped he fucked me, since his cock was nice and thick. Not that I didn’t mind Raul’s, it was just average, and my tina-fueled cock-needing brain wanted big. So he gives me a smaller dose, about a .15, and hits me up again. I laid on the couch letting the wave ride over me, as he did his. We started to make out a bit on the couch, and after a bit of time, I went down on his cock. He immediately pulled me off though, saying my goatee was a bit too much on it. I apologized and suggested that he just fuck me. He replied he still needed to get hard, but he’ll get there. He ended up moving to a nearby chair, jerking his cock into life. I laid down on the floor next to Raul and Ken. Ken didn’t want to do another point, so he and Raul were just passing back and forth the pipe, shotgunning every other hit or so. I took a couple of shotgun hits, making me fly even higher. I nestled in between Ken and Raul, and we started to make out and feel each other up. I asked Raul if he liked to be rimmed, and he said yeah, he’s vers and loves it. So I took a few hits of poppers, and dove between his legs. I was on my hands and knees, ass in the air, facing a bit towards the chair, hoping Dan would take the hint to come fuck me. But as I worked my tongue into Raul’s ass, I saw the Dan had fallen asleep. The other two noticed as well. Ken just shrugged and said this was his first time really meeting Dan, didn’t know much about him other than through mutual friends and chats. So I went back to rimming Raul, while Ken went to rim me a bit. It felt so good feeling a tongue back there. He tried to fuck me, but was having some serious t-dick. Raul pulled me off his ass, and told me to ride him. I was a bit worried, seeing how I was a bit taller and a bit heavier, but it worked for a bit. It felt great having my ass filled, while Ken worked my nipples. He even fed me poppers for a bit as well. Raul would end up fucking me in a few more positions, occasionally fucking Ken as well. Dan slept through most of this, with us figuring he had done too much, been up too much, and just crashed. He was fine otherwise, once he came too. We all chit chatted as we started to come down a bit. Dan ended up leaving before us, followed by Raul. So I stayed a bit with Ken chatting, while also taking a shower and cleaning out. He was a very nice guy. He enjoyed being a bottom, occasionally topping. He also parTied a lot, and knew a lot of about pnping. He even knew a guy that might have come over this night, but that guy liked to parTy at his house. His friend was a big dicked top who never got tdick and could fuck for hours. He and Ken had been chatting throughout the evening, at various times we stopped or I was preoccupied with Raul. The guy really wanted to fuck me, having liked my pictures and profiles on the various sites I’m on. Since I was still a bit horny and still wanted to play, I told Ken that I wouldn’t mind meeting up with this guy. So Ken gave me his number and told me to text him. I got my stuff together, and said my goodbyes to Ken. I started to text the guy, who’s name was Harley, as I drove off. I hadn’t gotten too far, when I got a response back from him.

About two months ago my bath house fuck bud fucked me covered, and did so again a few weeks later. I saw him this past Saturday at your usual haunt and much to my surprise he was covered again. I asked him what was up with the rubber and he stated that he no longer plays bare but enjoys it just the same. I'm sure my reaction was priceless as I just looked at him and stated "you gotta do what you gotta do" He has been breeding me for years on end and is quite the good fuck. He can go for hours without cumming and always found it quite the treat when he did. The last few times did not feel the same with the condom and really couldn't get into it. I just wish he would go back to breeding me bare. Thoughts????

Just moved into my senior year apartment which is located behind the major supermarket and bars in our college town. I've been here about a week putting all the final touches on this place, it's so cute. Today I was itching really bad for some cock, so I hopped on grindr and found some. 24, 6', toned black guy who I had spoken with and blew once before came over. straight to bed, I sucked his 8x6 dick until i was in tears. he flipped me over and tasted the inside of my hole for a good twenty minutes- it was the best rimjob i've had in awhile. I naired today cuz I was planning on this later. anyways, no talk of condoms and i gave him the lube and i hit some poppers and in about a minute he was in. he was pretty big but he was sweet and gentle and would ask every so often if he was hurting me. just moans of piggy pleasure, babe. every so often i love to pull the top's dick out and feel the lube and ass juices and pre cum then jack myself off with it. in 20 minutes he deposited a load in me. i waited cuz he wanted to give me another one, but i came halfway into the second round so he had to stop. one yummy load seeping out of my hole at this point and i kissed him and sent him off right when he left i was feeling a bit empty, so i hopped back on grindr and found another guy within ten minutes (god i love being in a southern college town full of horny closeted boys) and he was on his way. cleaned off the cum that was leaking out and washed mine off and prepared for this guy. hes 23, 6'1, blonde, built, with man feet and hands but this sweet voice that made me melt instantly. again it was straight to the bedroom and clothes off. it took only 5 minutes of me deep throating his 7x5 (much easier to handle) for him to ask for the lube. i got in missionary position which is my favorite way to fuck. he slicked his bone up with lube, didnt even mention a condom, and i took some poppers and we were off. he started moaning right away about how tight and good i felt, which i love. i nibbled on his neck and face and lips while he was breeding me, squeezing his smooth lube-slicked balls as his shaft went in and out of my cunt. i was sore by now but the thought of this guys questionable load had me hard as a rock and ready to blow again. i felt him stop and his breathing got really heavy as his dick throbbed in my pussy. i shot my load when i felt it. we kissed and cuddled and now im sore, sitting on my couch contemplating a third load. i can't wait for tomorrow.

I was never actually an official bug-chaser. It just turned out that way....which was a surprise to me since I used to be so shy and inexperienced. But my old lady doctor (who is crabby, but treats me like a son) noticed some inflamed lymph nodes on my neck, some weight loss and recommended I take the test. I did, and found out I was poz. Wow. When did it happen? With who? I could remember three times when it might have happened. 1. The After Party I live in an old neighborhood with some beautiful old buildings and lots of trees. There's a crappy little tavern in the midst of it that I went to all the time. The guys there were older and overall less "pretty" than at the dance clubs. I met these two brothers there who were older and a little sleazy. They always had weed and always hosted us stragglers at their big, beautiful house after closing time. It was within walking distance and we'd all drunkenly stumble down the block to their mansion. Mostly, we all sat around in the grand living room and passed a bong in a circle. It was always good stuff on its own, but some new skinny, tall stranger decided to add coke to the bowl. I'd never even tried cocaine, but I figured fire would kill the powder's effects. So I took in and blew out the clouds with everybody else, and after about ten minutes, I noticed I was really, REALLY fucked-up. The crowd started to thin out and go home and I thought about doing the same, but my legs didn't seem to be willing. And then there were three. The older brother, the skinny stranger and me. And they had both taken off their clothes. They sat on each side of me on the antique couch and demanded I strip too. I stood up and wobbled a bit. "I need to head home". But they insisted. And they aggressively stripped me. They got me from the front and back in a squeeze. I felt their cocks move into me from both ends. I had a thought about how this is how rape happens, but that was my last clear thought. Then we were all rolling around on an old oriental carpet. At one point, I found my face right in the crotch of the older brother. He had a huge boner and instructed me to "talk to it". I was so out of it, that I just wanted to lie down on the beautiful old carpet. The skinny guy kept prodding me with his boner and I wanted to fight him off, but was so, so tired. I can't even remember what he looked like. Then I slept. One of then could have slipped some seed in my neg ass, but I have no way of knowing. 2. The Bathtub Guy What his name? Mike? Anyway -- I'd seen him out at all the same dive bars I frequented. He was always making out and leaving with somebody new. He was tall, but not all that cute. It turns out, he had a reputation for sporting a really big dick. I guess it was my turn that one Saturday night. He took me back to his really tiny apartment and we had a serious make-out session. He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't do a very good job. His cock was genuinely huge. I kept getting to almost halfway down, when I just couldn't stand it any longer. "The day you take all of it, we're going to celebrate!" We'd talked and he knew I had a kinky side. So he put a blindfold on me and led me to his mini bathroom. I lied back in the cold tub and waited. It took about thirty seconds before I felt hot, burning drops land on me. Oh. He must have lit a candle and was dripping hot wax on me. It was kind of a turn-on, actually. If some guy wants to do this to you, just go along with it.... it doesn't hurt much and is kind of thrilling. And then came the piss. He was peeing on me and I got the biggest erection. Here was a kink I'd never even thought of! I stood under the shower nozzle for a bit to wash it all off and then we were in his bedroom/living room. He had lube samples from the bar, but they weren't enough to get his big organ into me. I ended up sucking him off and letting him shoot a load in my throat. We were lying back in his bed when he admitted that he had a boyfriend -- a poz boyfriend. Who lived IN THE SAME BUILDING! What the fuck? I had to find my clothes and get out of there. I thought of all his fluids that I'd experienced,and calculated the risks I faced. 3. The Listener I went against my better judgement and went to one of the trendy clubs where all the cuties went. I lasted all of twenty minutes before going back to a sleazier place. That's where a met a big, tall leather man. He went all out for his cause... boots, leather pants, leather cap. Everything. I sat two stools away from him and ordered a draw. The he stretched out, and his giant boots were in my lap. I guess I looked the part of a sub as much as he looked the part of a leather daddy. So be it. We had a conversation and I told him about the club I'd been to. "You had enough of twinks and want a real man now?" "Absolutely, " I replied. We left in his car and went to a pretty modest apartment building. On the drive over, he kept asking about what I'd done and how many guys I'd been with. I was honest. I told him about my grandma doctor and how carefully she monitored me every six months. I thought about asking him for a background too, but didn't. Once we were inside of his little apartment, he wanted to chain me to the ceiling of his living room, but the hook was meant for a houseplant - not a 150 pound male. So that didn't work. He was tired and didn't feel like pursuing any more kink stuff. So we went to the bedroom and he had me strip him down. I don't know how you fold leather clothes so I just stacked them as neatly as I could. He was flat on his back in bed and I stood at the end and started kissing his feet -- because they were so massive and beautiful and perfect. He loved it for awhile, but made me quit. "Tell me a hot story". "Tell me a fantasy." I was quiet for a minute....and then told him about my desire to get fucked in the changing room of a swimming pool, I also told him how I wanted to be raped by a UFC fighter. He was fully hard and beating off furiously. I bent over and waited for the load to shoot into my mouth. "Are you sure you're neg?" "I'm sure." "OK. Wait". Then his big dick erupted in the most massive flow of semen I could ever imagine. I lapped up some of it, but he held my head back and scooped the rest of it up in his left hand. He weirdly poked me in the eye with that hand and it stung like crazy. Then he turned me around and painfully shoved the rest into my butt hole. So now I wonder who put the poison in me. One of them? Two of them? A combination of all three? I guess it doesn't matter now.

So the third guy did show and didn't shower beforehand so got to clean his ripe foreskin. Latin guy about 5'9", dark hair beard, 30's nice 7" uncut cock, I was cleaned out, prelubed and ready. After cleaning his foreskin I took him down my throat for awhile and got his amazing ball scent in my beard for later. He then threw me on my back lifted my legs and spat on my hole, good thing I was lubed because that was all I got from him. He rammed his cock in in one stroke. We fucked for about 20 minutes with him taking a few breaks when he was getting too close. Finally he asked if I wanted him to breed me and I told him fuck yeah give me that load. He shot a huge load in my hole and stayed in a while to let me milk him. When he pulled out I sucked him clean to make sure we didn't waste any of his seed.

Cruises are the best places to get men (straight and gay) to suck and fuck. I'd hang out in the spa steam room, drop my towel open a bit so my cock or ass was exposed and I'd have so many guys sitting next to me ready to suck me off. Then we'd head to the showers so I could get fucked and loaded bb style. Sometimes if I was really lucky we'd go back to their cabin and I'd get to take care of both travelers!!

Thanks - I use the writing to blow off stress, so I had a big presentation yesterday and that's why I wrote that much. I've another presentation on the 9th of Sept

Wow, you never ever disappoint

No doubt, this story hits right at the heart of what many bare backers and/or chasers will ponder over for a life time. You test POZ and then mentally review each and every possible fuck session, wondering if that was the one that converted your queer ass. As a chaser, it came as no great surprise when the fuck flu announced that some cock had gotten the job done. While I THINK I know which session it was, I can never be fully certain. It has been 7 months since that first night sweat and this question still is on my mind. As an alternative, I have bred 3 guys into the POZ brotherhood. Each one agreed to a period of being exclusive to me. For each of us, knowing is important and they know it was my cock that converted their asses. I do wonder, if that is really better or if they are missing some of the conversion experience by have enough random sick dick that they will never know for certain. Thanks for the story and the reason for many of us to revisit the parade of cocks that participated in connecting us to generations of POZZED up fags.

This story is mostly fictional. 1993 Ben was late to the technology revolution. He was one of the last of his friends to get a computer or to connect to the internet. Once online, he looked a few dozen dick pics and thought there was really not much more to see. Yawn. But then he discovered "blogs" and it was a revelation. Ben remembered once finding a discarded diary in the alley behind his parents' house. It was some teen girl's daily record of all the guys she was hopelessly in love with and all the girls she thought were bitches or sluts. It was mostly boring, but Ben got a secret thrill from reading someone else's inner dialogue in print. And now, on the internet, there were people from all over the world sharing their private thoughts right where anyone could see them. Amazing. It didn't take long for Ben to hone in on the many gay blogs. Here were men like him who had desperate crushes on certain male celebrities and felt alienated from the rest of the world. That was okay for a little while, but he found himself following links to gay blogs that had a bit more of an edge. He found blogs by gay men who went to bathhouses, had anonymous sex in parks and got "fisted" on a regular basis. Wow. He also found the journals of men living with AIDS -- a disease that terrified Ben and kept him deeply in the closet. Yet for whatever reason, he followed these blogs and read them faithfully. One that particularly caught his attention was "The Random Musings of Mr. Freeze". It was the journal of an HIV positive man who not only wasn't afraid of the virus, but seemed to think of it as a source of pride. He was still sexually active and never used a condom if it could be helped. He went back and forth between being a "top" and a "bottom" with no preference suggested. Ben thought the guy must be very attractive to be having that much sex, but then Mr. Freeze posted a photo of himself and he wasn't all that cute. He was maybe early 30'a and had a mostly average face with a fairly big nose. He also has silver hair. Not the kind of natural silver you see on dads, but a really fake silver like something out of a crayon box. That must be why he called himself 'Mr. Freeze'. But no. Ben went back through his archives and found the key entry: 'L' thinks it's so weird that I save and freeze my cum after I jack off. I use an empty pill bottle and it's got a wide top so I never lose much when I aim. Cum freezes fast and thaws fast. I never thaw it unless I've got a bottom over and then I let it thaw enough to use some of it as lube for his hole. It smells terrific and works as good as KY. Used on a young guy from down the street just last week. I used to do it with any blood I lost from cuts and stuff, but it loses its color in the freezer. It turns brown and looks like frozen shit. But the beautiful virus is still in there and I can't throw it out. Ben read this and then went straight to the kitchen and got a bottle of beer. He was afraid of himself and what he was feeling. He was afraid of the hardness creeping into his dick and afraid he'd send this guy a message. Two more beers were consumed before the confused boy found his way to sleep that night. Mr. Freeze must have gotten some new tech equipment recently because his blog got spiffier and he was also posting more photos. The latest one was to showcase the rose bush blooming in his front yard. The bees have busy and it seems the birds have too. Unfortunately, I haven't gotten much action and my cum bottle is almost full. They tried a new med on me and it made me so sick that I threw it in the trash. I thought briefly about freezing my vomit, but that seems disgusting -- even to me. LOL The picture caught Ben's eye for several reasons. He was certain he'd seen that house before. Peeling blue paint, broken drain pipe, elaborate birdbath. Hadn't he driven by that place before? Wasn't it in his neighborhood? Maybe not. America had become so generic, that Mr. Freeze could be several states away. It wasn't until the blog featured a photo of his dog posing cutely that Ben was certain it was his neighborhood for sure. If you zoomed in on the street sign in the background -- it said "Juniper" which was one street over from Ben's apartment. He'd taken that street on his way to work a few times when he went to vote or to sometimes visit his friend Nick. Dear Lord! Summer is almost here and my balls are getting fuller by the day. I wore practically nothing to walk Baby this afternoon and saw no takers. Maybe it's time to concentrate on gardening for a bit. Just started cumming in my second bottle. God help the bottom who comes my way next. Found my second lesion today. It's on top of my left hand and so I can cover it with a band-aid for now. Ben made plans to go for a stroll on Mr. Freeze's block the very next day. He had a professional-looking camera with a nice neckband. You can walk anywhere with that and not seem suspicious. You just stroll and sometimes play with the lens and nobody thinks you're up to something. Here was Juniper street. It was quiet except for the hum of lawnmowers here and there. He walked right by Mr. Freeze's modest house and stood. It was time to adjust the focus and rummage through his camera bag for lens wipe. No sign of him yet. Ben made his way down the street and thought he might capture some shots of the ancient church at the end of the block. "OW! FUCKING SHIT!" a voice carried out over the quiet. "GODDAMN!" Ben hadn't even taken two steps when he saw Mr Freeze come limping from behind his house. That silver hair! It looked even goofier on a guy who was obviously weakened by injury. Even in his pain, he looked to see me on the sidewalk. "Come help me, please!" I sprinted over to him and thought maybe he needed help to the door. No. He'd apparently been digging with no shoes on and sunk a shovel into the first two toes on his left foot. "Did I sever a toe?" "No. They're all there." "Do I need stitches?" "No. Just ice. And gauze. It'll bleed for a bit, but you can help it slow by putting your foot up above your heart." (Ben knew stuff) "Help me to the door, please". They slowly made their way to the unlocked door and his dog was right there with silent confusion on his face. He trailed blood all through his small living room and plopped on the couch. His kitchen was right off to the side and Ben went there to fetch some paper towels. He moved a tall chair over in front of Mr. Freeze and lifted his foot on top of it and cleaned his injury as much as I could, but the blood was still leaking. "Do you have peroxide or any kind of antiseptic?" He shook his head 'no' like a little boy. Ben found him cuter than he had earlier. "I guess no gauze either". "Nope. But I think the bleeding is slowing a little." "Want me to save it for the freezer?" His eyes brightened and he offered Ben a quick smile. Mr. Freeze knew he was being attended to by a fan. "Yeah." Ben dug an empty film canister from his camera bag and went over to the couch, sat down next to the man and placed it up near the bleeding toes. "I'll hold it". They stayed there on the couch for a few minutes, watching the slow stream of red blood drip, until Mr. Freeze decided to move things along. Well today was certainly eventful! I almost chopped my foot off with a garden shovel and met a fan of this blog. He helped me immensely and I paid him in cum. It took no effort to get him naked and in my bed, Sweet! I didn't have any frozen cum thawed but I had some fresh blood that was still warm. It's not as good of a lube as you'd think, but he was excited and ready to be bred. I mounted him fast and hard. You have to get in quick with those virgin boys or they back out. I was all the way in before he started crying out. I held a hand over his pretty mouth and soon pumped some beautiful cream inside of him. He was dazed, and left right away. Hey, Ben. If you're reading this (and I know you are), come back soon for your camera and stuff. I'll have a thawing bottle of come for you. xxoo

1989 I'm dumb. I'm so, so dumb. It was a few days away from Christmas and the weather was terrible -- and yet I decided to drive out into the country for a coworker's holiday gathering. The TV had warned there'd be blizzard conditions and black ice on the highways. What the hell is "black ice" anyway? I'd never seen it or slid in it. I seemed like a fake weather thing they used to fill air time. I'd never seen "updrafts" or "heat lightning" either. The little party was nice even though over half those invited didn't attend due to the dire weather forecast. I ate well and had many rum and Cokes. Probably one or two too many. The hostess tried to convince me to just spend the night on her couch, but I really wanted to be at home. So I ventured out. The dirt road leading away from her place had started to drift closed a little, but it was nothing my car couldn't handle. The little two-lane highway heading back wasn't drifting at all, and I could almost go normal speed. I was still in a very rural area and it would be another fifteen minutes before I'd glimpse the lights of the city. No problem. I saw the sign for a narrow bridge up ahead and tapped the brakes a bit. Mistake. I was suddenly sliding and almost went into a full 360 degree spin. I ended up going backwards into a ditch with my headlights shining up into the snowy night sky. I felt pain. Did I not buckle my seat belt? No. I had not. My neck and tailbone ached right away and I could feel slight pain spreading across my forehead. At least the car was still running, with the heater going. I wouldn't freeze to death or anything. Maybe I could just close my eyes for a few minutes and see if I felt better pretty soon. I dreamed for a few seconds. A stranger was handing me a huge wrapped gift and wanted to watch me open it in front of him. I ripped into the paper and --- "HEY!" I was awake and a guy was standing over me. I was outside and lying on the snow. How? After coming to completely, the pain in my back and head came vividly back to life as well. "I'm hurt", I said to the large shadow over me. "No shit!", he said. "You're fucking lucky to be alive". "Help me", I pleaded. I didn't think I could move or walk without jabs of pain shooting through me. I guess maybe this man knew that because he picked me and gently slung me over his shoulder. I was pretty high off the ground which meant he was pretty tall. The jolts of stabbing pain were pretty bad, and I my let ice-cold tears drip onto his down coat. And then I was propped up on the front seat of his truck. I'd never realized how painful it could be to just sit upright. And then I was sleeping again. I woke up, flat on my back in a nice comfortable bed. "I think you've got a concussion so I probably need to keep you awake for a while". "Can you call an ambulance?' "I tried. The phones are out. The weather's even worse now. Open your eyes and look at me". I did. His face came into focus after a few seconds. He was a big beast of a man with jet black hair and a full, bushy beard. Mountain Man. He studied my eyes and concluded I was probably OK. "But just to be safe, keep those eyes open and talk to me". "My name is Ross. What's yours'?" "I'm Ed. You live around here?" "No. I live in downtown in a little apartment". We went back and forth until he was fairly satisfied I wouldn't slip into a coma or anything. He told me about growing up in Boston before his stepdad kicked him out and he moved to L.as Vegas and then to L.A. where he was in some movies. He was doing pretty well until he got sick and moved here to the middle of Kansas to live on the farm his grandfather left him when he'd died. He raised a few cattle, but it was hard because all the meds were kicking his ass. Meds? For what? He kept talking and I kept listening until sleep finally grabbed me. I maybe woke up two times that night and was aware that he was lying next to me....nude. My clothes were gone too. The next morning, I was made instantly aware of he soreness in my body. Ed was gone, but he came soon enough with a glass of ice water -- which I desperately wanted. With some painful effort, I sat up and took a few greedy gulps. I knew I'd have to pee soon, and God only knew how I'd manage that. I had so much pain. "Do you have any Tylenol or anything like that?" "Oh I got something way better. Hold on." He returned a minute later with a white tablet in his sausage-like fingers. "Swallow this." I did. "You don't have any broken bones, by the way. I checked you all over last night. You might have some fractures, though." "Oh shit...my car." "I'm fixing to go tow it out while you sleep. The phones ought to be up by the time I get back". Once I realized I wasn't in pain anymore, I celebrated by giving in to the sleep that was creeping up on me again. I woke up twice. Once to find myself in his bathroom, leaning against him, aiming pee into his toilet. I didn't really register that he kept holding my dick after I was finished or how he was massaging my balls. The second time I felt the soft, spongy head of his penis sliding across my lips. He was very casual about it. "Your car isn't banged up too bad, but the battery is dead. I'll charge it for you. Go back to sleep". I closed my eyes again and yet he was still rubbing the hardening dick across my face and neck. I even felt a little stickiness ooze out. I slept yet again, but not as deeply. I was almost completely aware of Ed sliding a second pill between my lips. And he talked some more. I half-listened in my partial slumber. He talked about how lonely he'd been and how he hadn't had any sex since getting AIDS three years ago. And then he gently hugged me. "Did that hurt?" "No. I don't have pain now, man." "Good. I need to do this". I didn't know what he meant, but then he knelt down between my naked legs and let his hard cock poke me in the balls. And then he prodded it against my unguarded asshole. I knew this was some gay sex about to happen, and I knew it hurt the bottom guy a lot. But then he moved his big dick in and it pinched, but didn't really hurt that bad. I guess everything down there was numb thanks to the pain pill. He was gentle, but fast. He thrust in and out until he stopped suddenly and released his load inside me. Later in the day, I was able to get dressed with just some stiffness here and there. The weather had cleared and I could finally go home in my somewhat dented car. Ed and I said our goodbyes with a promise that we'd meet up again. Which we did. Several more times. My physical injuries were minor, but my blood was now injured irreparably.

I live only a few blocks from one of the saddest, seediest gay bars in the city. It's only four blocks away so I usually walked there with no worries about how plastered I'd get. It was called "Silver's" for whatever reason and the patrons were a mixture of older gentlemen, drug dealers & users, and hustlers. I myself had been mistaken for a hustler because I always arrived by myself, played pinball for hours and never talked to anyone. It didn't help that I dressed like a bum and looked very boyish. Once the regulars knew I always came and left alone, no one ever bothered me again. I don't mean to, but I give off some very anti-soical vibes. If I'd get bored with pinball, I'd usually sit at a table clode to the pool table and watch the game while polishing off bottle after bottle of cheap beer. I would rarely strike up a conversation with anyone because I suck at small talk, flirting and stuff like that. I mostly listened to the men talking. I'm a freelance writer and find all people interesting. The old guys always had great stories, and if I wasn't so shy, I would have sat down on an empty stool next to one of them and asked questions. The dealers were all business and didn't chat with each other. The hustler and users were mostly interghangeable or else they were both. They had great conversations about pure deprivation. I'd watch them go and out to the parking lot multiple times an hour but didn't know if they were using or blowing somebody. Or both. For whatever reason, some silly. little guy decided to befriend me. His name was "Tweety", and he was a tiny, skinny, pesky little fairy who never shut up. He'd chatter on and on like canary while I tried to just ignore him. Eventually, I gave up and would talk with him. It was through my new friendTweety, that I started to meet some of the gang st Silver's and learn their names. We'd bum smokes from each other and buy rounds for the crew of low-lifes that I guess I was now a part of. No big deal. I was a bit more educated and way less experienced than they were, but we were all basically the same. Ome night, the pinball machine was dark and out of order so I just walked up to where Tweety was sitting and we started talking. The regulars filtered in and I couldn't help but notice that three or four of them had oversized bandages on their arms and hands. I assumed it was a drug thing and didn't ask questions. They all seemed flush with cash and bought round after round of shots. I loosened up quite a bit and finally their injuries. They looked at each other with small,secretive smiles but wouldn't answer me directly. It had to be a drug thing. Then Tweety pulled me aside and told me they let this one guy cut them for money. What the fuck? He thought I knew because I had so many cutting scars on my inner arm. He assumed I was in on the whole thing. I stood there, looking blankly at him. My scars were from a depressed period I'd gone through a decade or more earlier. Cutting my arms made me feel better for some bizarre reason. Once he was convinced of my cluelessness, he explained that there was a rich artist living downtown who hired boys to let him cut them a little snd then use the blood in his "work". "has he ever cut you?", I asked. "Only once. My body is too precious and beautiful to be ruined with a damn razor blade," he answered with a dramatic fluttering of his eyelashes. "What's his name?" I wanted to know because it sounded like the kind of twisted story I was always trying to write. "Carlos. I can't remember his last name, but I know it's hard to pronounce. Why? Do you want to make some money?" No No No. "I just want to interview him". "Well, I'll give you his number. I only keep it because he always has good speed". Tweety copied it down on the inside of matchbook for me. I was pretty blasted from all the shots so I headed home. "Be careful", Tweet called out as I weaved toward the door. I think I heard the whole group laugh at me. I stumbled home, fell asleep with my clothes on and dreamed of hospitals. I woke up groggy and slowly started to remember the previous night and the bizarre story of this "Carlos" guy. I stumbled nakedly to where I'd tossed my jeans and found the matchbook. I knew if I had a morning cigarette and a cup of coffee, I'd scare myself out of calling. So I just did it right away. "Hello? Carlos here," an exhausted voice answered, I guess he was a late sleeper too. "I'm sorry to wake you, Sir. My name is Tim and someone named 'Tweety' gave me your number". "Oh". he chuckled smokily, "Him. You need stuff?". "No. He told me about your ... art, and I am very curious to see it and talk with you." "Are you with a newspaper or tv?' "Neither. I just find it interesting and wanted to know more". (silence) "Hello?" "I'm still here.", he finally said, "Write down my address and stop by anytime after 8 o'clock tonight". Tonight? I wasn't expecting to meet this weirdo so soon. It was more my style to put off things until I forgot about them. I wrote the address and wondered if I'd actually go through with it. The day slogged on and on for an eternity before the sun even thought about going down. Around six-thirty, I showered, shaved and got dressed. I wore my new black Levis, my new white sneakers and one of my nicest shirts. Why in the world was I dressing like I was going on a date? I was going to meet some drug dealer "artist" who bled street sluts. Even as I struggled to understand my motives, I sparayed some cologne on. At 7:40 I just couldn't wait any more. Parking downtown is sometimes difficult so I figured just finding a space would eat up some time. I took off and found the place almost right away. What's amazing is that I didn't talk myself out of it. I looked up at the building. These were nice lofts that not many people could afford. I buzzed him at the doorway and waiting for an agonizing two minutes before he answered. and let me in. The interior was very elegant but also ghostly. I rode the elevator to the sixth floor. As I got out, two young guys entered. They both had bandaged arms and were whispering excitedly to each other. They didn't even notice me. I walked to his door and knocked. "It's open." a voice answered. "Come on in". Huh? What kind of rich drug dealer leaves his door unlocked? I walked in. The place was as big as a bus station with really high ceilings. It smelled strongly of paint thinner and there was giant sheets pf clear plastic on the hardwwood floor. Paint cans, canvasses, brushes and other assorted art crap were everywhere. What struck me first was that I assumed artists used oil paints in tubes, but these were cans of hardware store-type stuff that you'd paint your garage with. The second thing I noticed was how ugly the colors were...assorted shades of browns, greys and sickly yellows. It was like Easter in Hell. And it was all lit up brightly. Then I saw him in a far corner. It had to him. He was tall and exotic looking. He was not wearing anytthing but some way-short cutoff jean shorts. He was skinny. bearded. hairy and haad tiny spots of paint all over him. I didn't get a good look at his face because he was kneeling down next to some kid who appeared to be sobbing. He was speaking in a low, comforting tone. The young dude finally collected himself and sniffed all his way to the door with his shoelaces undone. He didn't see me but I noticed his arm left arm was wrapped in snow-white gauze. Busy night I guess. He padded barefoot all the way to me with a walk that made me think of a stage magician. Dramatic. He stood about a foot away and sized me up. "Hi. Are you Carlos? I'm Tim". I reached out to shake his hand and his expression changed. "You've been here before, haven't you?" "Um. No. I haven't." He quickly grabbed my arm in his big, bony hands and exposed the underside of my right wrist. "So where'd you get these?" He was referring to all my old scars from yesteryear. "Oh. Those...those are pretty old." He tilted his head a bit and I described who I was and reminded him that I'd called him this morning. "Ah yes", he said with a smile, "Come have a seat. But take your shoes and socks off first. If you're barefoot, you can feel when you walk in paint. With shoes on, you could track paint everywhere and not know it". Made sense. I did as instructed and followed through his cavernous front room to a couple of really nice easy chairs. "Watch where you step...and don't trip." I sat down but he remained standing. "I'm sure I have paint on my shorts so I can't sit down." he said. He looked at me for a bit and then added "Oh Hell with it. I've had a long day and my legs ache". He stepped out of his jean shorts distractedly and settled into the other chair with an audible sigh of comfort. He was completely naked. And maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like him it took him a second too long to strip because I got a good long look at his hairy ass and oversized dick. Shit. I needed to collect myself. "Tell me about your artwork", i said quickly. "Walk over to that wall", he said while gesturing towards the space near where'd I walked in. There was a row of fresh, glistening canvasses. And they were fucking ugly. Hoe was this guy rich? I looked closer at the first one and still found it hideous, but also intriguing somehow. I looked closer and suddenly he was directly in my ear. "What's the verdict, Mr. Curious?" I couldn't really answer. I also couldn't turn around because he was naked. I'm so glad I hadn't drank anything because I felt the need to be in control now. "Tell me about your process", I finally said. "why don't I show you my process". Oh. Okay. He was still naked as I followed him over to another corner. He was still naked and I walked on paint. Control. I needed to maintain some. There was a wooden stool in between a blank canvass on an easel and a small refridgerator. "Please sit." He rummaged in the fridge for a few seconds and then closed the door without taking anything out. "I'll be right back, Mr. Curious. Stay put." I of course watched his bony naked frame walk all the way across the room before disappearing through a dark doorway. He came back with a lighter and a glass pipe in his hand. I knew enough about stuff to know this was meth or crack or speed. "Hope you don't mind. I need to wake up." I watched, fascinated. "I'm out of special paint somehow." He lamented. With an arched eyebrow he asked me if I'd like to volunteer a tiny amount of blood. Hell NO. I had to get out of there. He shrugged. "I promise you're safe here. You won't be harmed." Well. "I'll give you five hundred bucks". Well! I sat silently as he picked up a little orangle box and opened it and produced a new, factory-sealed razor blade. He deliberately unsheathed in front of me and let me see it was completely new and flawless. "You can make the cut yourself. I usually like to do it, but we both already know you're experienced." Quick as a flash, his arm came around and he injected a syringe into my rib cage. Fucking what??? "Don't worry. It was just a litttle something to keep the cut from clotting too fast. And slso some....caffeine to give you energy". This was the point we all reach sometimes, and just let things happen without caring anymore. I could feel the caffeine working its way to my heart. Suddenly this all seemed okay. "How big? How deep?", I asked in a calm voice. "Very small. And just deep enough to get a good bleed going." I finally looked him in the face and noticed how handsome he was and how black his hair was. 'Dark Jesus' is what I heard in my head. He handed me the new razor very delicately and i pinched it between my two fingers. It was all so familiar. In my mind, I was back in the bathroom of my parents' house, sitting on the edge of the tub. I studied the underside o0f my arm and saw that same blue vein I'd hacked at as a kid. Too quickly and carelessly, I made a cut right on top of Old Blue. It was larger and deeper than I'd intended. I was gushing. "Strip!", he commanded, "You'll ruin your clothes". And I did just that. I stood up and let the wide rivulet of bright red blood flow out of me. It felt good. It felt like old times. The caffeine he'd given me was making me feel happy and excited. I volunteered to do it again, "Slow down Hot Rod", he admonished as he tried to capture my dripping blood in a tiny jar. I felt the blade drop out of my hand because my fingers were getting cold and weak. I stumbled a little, and he helped me settle on the wooden stool. I was grinning like a monkey as I heard my fresh blood spattering noisily on the plastic below me. It was loud. Did I really cut that much? I didn't mean to. I hoped he wasn't mad. It was suddenly important to me that I please him. He told me to hold the wounded arm above my head if I could. Sure. "You fucking better not pass out on me", he warned. "I won't," I promised as tiny streams of blood dripped down my neck, back and chest. "You've really got very vibrant red material in that arm". He showed the full jar he'd collected. I wobbled a tiny bit and grinned dreamily at him. "But I want to try the other arm -- just to see if it's a little more interesting than the other one." Well, that made perfect sense. He moved a standing lamp closer so he could see the non-bleeding arm I was holding out. He grabbed a blade that was already on his work tablebefore I had a chance to tell him I'd dropped the fresh one. Under the bright light he studied my network of veins. As I looked down I noticed his long bare feet below which were covered with blood and paint. Actually, the whole floor was flooded with red. Not my mess to worry about. "What did you say?" he asked as he looked at me tenderly. I hadn't realized I'd said anything out loud. For whatever reason I said "I love you". He didn't respond. Just made a fast, fresh gash on the untouched arm. He couldn't be mad at me now because his cut was even more severe than the one I'd made. The dam had burst and my blood was going everywhere. I felt so dizzy. I said domrthing about needing to lie down. Where were those comfy chairs? I could face them together and sleep on the cushions. I neede to get to them before I passed out. I'd better hurry. I stepped a liitle too quickly because the bloody, paint-soaked plastic cause me to slip and fall on my back. Ahh. This was as good as a chair. I almost drifted off. I almost didn't notice Carlos lower himself on top of me. I wanted this. I'm pretty sure he gave ne another needle to my ribs and say something about a substance that would control the bleeding. I guess it wasn't working fast enough for him because he kept muttering "shit shit shit". He straddled my chest with his long legs and was smoking that pipe again. I asked to try it and he held to my lips and flicked the lighter as I inhaled the fires of Hell. Now I was starting to come alive again. It made me so happy to see him inhale more as well because I wanted him to be happy. I started to try and ask him if he was feeling good, but he was lifting my bare legs in the air and positioning his long hairy prick up against my hole. Nice. That felt right. For a brief second I remeber he had some paint on the pointy head of his dick and that worried me more than anything. A strange dick with no condom was inside me but I was more worried about paint in my bloodstream. Not too worried -- just a little worried. He bucked those slim hips in and out of me as we slid all over the wet plastic. It was almost comical....like a 'Tom and Jerry' cartoon or something. But then he came audibly...and emptied his seed inside of my ass. Was I still bleeding? Was I dying? Both? I wandered some other things when Carlos covered me with a few layers of unstretched canvas. It was a little scratchy but warm. I drifted into dreams of colors and art. Would I wake up alive? Probably.

This story takes place in two different time periods. 1988 I had somehow managed to make it to my senior year in high school without ever making a single close friend or going to a single dance. I had this severe shyness that kept me silent, studious and completely alone. Maybe college would change everything for me. I'd been accepted to a fairly good school three hours away and hoped I'd be a completely new person there. I just had to bide my time for another six months. My isolation didn't go unnoticed by my parents, and they were always trying to coax me out of my shell. One Friday evening my mom cornered me and told me I was absolutely going to go to the football game that night. I refused and she broke into tears. "You HAVE to! There's nothing wrong with you! You just haven't tried and I'm sick of it! You're going -- be ready to leave in half an hour." "How long do I have to stay?" "An hour at least. I'll drive you and park right by the front to make sure you don't sneak out. Your father and I have already decided that if you don't at least do this, we're not giving you any money for college". I was trapped. Sullenly, I walked upstairs and changed into my most casual, 'blending in" kind of clothes. Maybe I could just hide among all the generic teens and not even be noticed. On the drive there, Mom softened her tone. "Just talk to somebody. You're not the only shy person in the world. Start a conversation about the game or school or anything. Please try." I stayed quiet. I'd never forgive her for this. As she parked and turned off the ignition, she handed me a 20 dollar bill. "Buy somebody a Coke or popcorn or something". I walked to the entrance of the crummy little stadium with my head down and my heart rate way up. The park was nearby -- I could always just go there and sit at a picnic table for an hour. I recognized the girl who was taking admission. Her name was Rhonda and she was a total airhead slut. She was flirting with some older guy so aggressively that she didn't even notice me walk right in without paying. Oh God! The scene was way too much. Everybody in the world was there and already rowdy. They were revved up by the cheerleaders who were trying to get them even rowdier. No way could I handle this. I circled around the back and ended up under the bleachers. It was pretty dark, but seemed like a safe haven from the madness. I sit in the dry dirt and made a mental note to brush my pants off before I got back to Mom. I listened to the muted cheers, boos, laughter and whistles for a good twenty minutes before my solitude was interrupted. About twenty feet away from where I was sitting was a small group of guys with glowing cigarettes. I suppose I should have guessed that beneath the bleachers was where all the 'bad kids" gathered. Mom made me promise to talk to somebody -- maybe I'd go talk to a delinquent. I walked closer and reached into my pocket. "Hey. I found a 20 over there, is it yours?" Not surprisingly, one of them spoke up right way and said "Oh yeah! Thanks!" He took it from my hand and offered me a cig. I had no idea how to smoke, but figured I could fake it. As he lit it for me, I could see his face in the flame's light. He was not a teenager. 30 at least. As my eyes adjusted a bit, I recognized the other two dudes. They were both in my class even though I seldom saw them. "Your name's 'Carl', right?", one of the guys my age asked. "Yeah", I answered (even though it was actually 'Charles'). "I'm Meatball", the older guy said as he pulled a bottle out of his coat. He took a swig and passed it to me. I'd never had a drink before, but took a sip and did my best not to choke. We stood around, smoking and taking sips for a good half hour. At some point, I noticed that the smoke smelled different than before. Holy shit -- it was pot! Drugs! I imitated what they did with the 'joint'. Mom and Dad would be so proud. Meatball announced that he needed to piss and started stumbling toward the park. I offered to help him by offering my shoulder. He was a large man and I was afraid he'd knock me over, but we made it to a dark area under a tree. He fumbled with his zipper and started cursing out loud. He was so far gone that he couldn't figure it out. "Help me a little, please." I knelt down and got the fat dick out of his pants. I was about to stand up again, but he begged me to help him aim. "I don't wanna piss on my shoes, man." So I held it for him and felt the stream come through the shaft in a fast stream. I was liking this cock in my hand and wondering what that meant as he groaned as the last drips came out. Maybe I was a little gone myself because I forgot to let go of his organ. It wasn't until he chuckled a bit that I realized I was still holding it. I also realized it was getting harder and heavier in my hand. "Suck me off a little", he commanded. I did for about thirty seconds before there was a noise behind us. His two buddies had arrived to watch the show. I had the idea to just run away, but was way too eager to keep sucking this huge dick. As I moved up and down on the shaft, Meatball said "Good news, guys! I found us a cocksucker!". I ended up sucking them all off. No popcorn that night, but plenty of hot sperm. 1991 I did indeed change once I got to college. I was more open and friendly and had plenty of friends. I also found that cigarettes, alcohol and weed were my soulmates. I didn't suck any more cocks back then because there was this deadly virus going around. The desire was still there and I acknowledged it, but just pushed it down. Mom and Dad were pleased with my new attitude even though they hated the smell of tobacco on me when i visited. I came home for Homecoming Weekend and drove myself to the game. A couple of people knew me and said hi, but most were still strangers as far as I was concerned. My real goal here tonight was to go under the bleachers and reunite with the group of men I'd serviced all those years ago. Of course I knew they wouldn't be there. Probably in prison or something. I had the whole semi-dark area to myself...or so I thought. "Hey!", a deep voice yelled from the shadows, "You got business here?" I didn't move as a giant shadow came my way. It was a bearded guy in an army coat and he looked menacing. I kept still, waiting to be knifed or beat up. He stopped an inch or two from me and huffed out his alcohol breath all over my face. Sorry", I blurted out, "I was supposed to meet somebody here". "Yeah. ME!" I was confused. This wasn't Meatball for sure and not one of the other two either. "Got anything to drink?", I asked. He had an almost full fifth of vodka with him. We stood and took swigs. I paid him back by giving him two 20's from my wallet. That sure brought out his friendly side. "You from around here?", he asked. "Yeah. You?" "Not originally. I wound up here and stayed in public housing for a year before they kicked me out for having AIDS". "They evicted you for being sick???" "Well, that and drugs. Now I just find shelter where I can." We continued taking pulls from the bottle and I felt the need to pee. I didn't feel stable enough to go out to the park so I just turned around and let a stream loose into the dry dust. I felt his big hand grab my ass as I finished. Okay! "I gotta go now," he announced. "I'll just do it right where you did". I didn't even ask this time. I reached out and undid his zipper for him. I felt around for his dick. It wasn't long but had a big mushroom head. I held it for him, but he wasn't peeing. I turned him around , knelt down and took the whole shaft in my mouth. He needed a bath, but it wasn't too foul. I sucked him into hardness when he all the sudden said "uh oh". That's when his piss started shooting down my throat. I wanted him to know I was OK with it, so I held on to his thick legs as he finished up. Somehow, his mention of AIDS had left my brain completely. We both collected ourselves a little. "It's warm tonight", he said out of nowhere as he took of his army green coat and laid it on the ground. "It sure is", I replied as I started stripping out of my clothes. I settled my butt down onto his coat and waited. Hadn't I already been daring enough? The next move was up to him. I didn't have to wait long because his bulk was on top of me almost immediately. "Oh God! I'm going to fuck the shit out of you,kid." It took some time for that huge head to work its way into my hole, but I didn't once cry out. This felt like a moment that was always supposed to happen. He didn't rush. It was slow and steady and gave me the kind of pleasure I'd never known before. The idea of that raw mushroom head deep inside me made me so hard I thought I'd come before he did. But no. He was heaving like a madman and then let his infected load loose inside of me to do its damage. Why wasn't I more worried? Why? Can't fight destiny, I suppose.

Last night I gave the wife an excuse that I was going to meet some co-workers for a beer. Instead, I met a hot sexy poz bear in his hotel room. We wasted no time getting naked. We made out and stroked each other hard. I got on the bed and he lifted my legs and using only some spit, slipped his average sized cock in my ass. Not much foreplay - just the way I like it! He fucked me missionary for a bit, then moved me to the edge of the bed and fucked me still on my back but with him standing. We fucked like that for a few minutes, then he got on the bed on his back. I sucked my ass juices off his cock, then got on top and rode him. It was hitting my prostate just right and felt so good while he stroked me. I stayed on edge, but didn't want to cum yet. When my legs got tired, I got back on my back, and he put my legs on his shoulders and slipped back in me. He said it was time to take his poz load and I agreed. He pounded me hard and dumped big load up my ass, while I stroked and came all over his fur and my belly. That was hot! I needed to kill a bit more time but couldn't find any fuckbuds available, and no luck with the various hookup apps. I went to a bar and had a beer, so at least I'd smell like I was out with the boys when I got home!

Yes, that's right. PrEP cannot prevent HIV infection if the HIV isn't there in the first place....so the answer to your question is, yes. In effect it makes you "immune". But ONLY while you are taking it. It doesn't act in the same way a vaccine would; that is to say that, it only protects you while you're taking it....so if you stop taking PrEP, then you're no longer protected.

Hit Underwear Night at Barracks last night determined to get my hole sloppy. I succeeded. I stripped down to a jockstrap, squirted a small amount of lube in my hole and hit the patio. Sucked a couple of cocks, making sure to bend over to do it exposing my ass. A few guys grabbed my cheeks as they passed by, then one slipped his finger into my crack and found my wet hole. That was all the invitation he needed, I felt his cock push against my hole and I opened right up for him. He groaned and proceeded to pump a load into my ass while I swallowed the guy I'd been sucking. I stood up and and realized that a few guys had been watching and stroking. So, I turned back around and faced the fence. It didn't take long to get a few more in me. Quick beer break, then back to walking around and joining in the fun where I find it. Sucking here, being sucked there, fucking a hot bald muscled stud while his BF sucks on my nipple, friendly grope, a few woofs, then back to my spot in the corner. Ended up getting a couple of repeats and a dozen loads in me before heading over to CCBC to finish the night blindfolded in a sling... Happy Hole. ( O )

Part: 13 & Final The next day the wife came back home. My son and I had chatted, he said he had come back once because he forgot a book for school and saw me fucking a guy in his own bed. He had been quiet and didn’t know what to do. he had stood by the door watching, realizing he had a boner and jerked off watching me breed that kid. He has been really turned on when I stuffed his underwear in that guy’s mouth. He said he later jerked off many times just thinking about it. Soon he had turned on the geo location on my phone and was following me, he had noticed me show up at guy’s places and get fucked or fuck. He knew he was gay and wanted to try it out. He commended me for trying to hide the app on the phone but he soon found it. And the rest is history. He had gone around town taking load after load until he upgraded his membership. This was the start of a great new relationship with my son. We started spending a lot more time together. Even the wife pointed out how she loved us spending quality time together, if only she knew. From then forward we took full advantage of the app. We upgraded our status and started tag teaming guys. Sometimes we would show up together and get on all 4s side by side taking load after load like good little cum dumps. Other times we would tag team a lucky bottom. My son had a nice 9-inch white dick, bigger than mine, but definitely knew how to use it. We fucked each other whenever we could, my favorite was eating my son’s ass out after a good breeding. He soon came down with the fuck flu too. I took care of him until he got better and when he was better we went out to town breeding pussy bottom boys spreading his new viral seed. We became a great father/son fuck duo and had more ass and dick than we could ask for. Things turned out well and the wife never suspected a thing. The end.

I happen to love a top that does what he is told but I am a rather aggressive bottom, so it works.

If I'm riding dick, I like to face away from the top, hook my legs under his and go for it. I find when I do that, the cock gets in so deep and it's also the best way to massage my prostate and bring on multiple anal orgasms. The tops usually love it when they see me shake and quiver on their fuck sticks.

Part 2: Nathan grunted and his cum burned my inner flesh like a wildfire. I didn’t want him to stop, but he did, and as he gently eased out of my now stretched and floppy hole, he slapped my ass twice and asked, “Ya’ll round for a bit? Yeah? Cool man. I’ll swing back through and hit it again in a few. Need to run up top and re-up my stash.” My BBC guide had just urged Nathan to rape my ass with his raw, crack head dick. That was the theme of this freak down - what he called a Ring of Fire - all the nasty BBC in the park that needed to breed and bust some raw hole were welcome as they stood around me, smoking their drugs, as I got used like a whore. I could barely stand and after a fresh rock and a few lungs full of smoke, I dropped to the filthy floor of the alcove where someone else shoved a ready and willing dick into my wide-open ass. I just wanted to go to sleep, to enjoy the warm tingling of the crack, and not be bothered any more. That wasn’t happening. More dick was shoved in my tore up hole and more cum was injected inside me. I had to smile as I thought again about how I had been in DC less than a week and had already taken more stranger dick than many people get in a lifetime and how it felt so fucking freeing to just not give a fuck, let go, and fucking enjoy myself and let others enjoy me as they wanted. Long nails dug into my forearm as I was helped up. The bouncer set the pipe to my lips, “You need to stay fucked up,” he said as I automatically inhaled. I realized then the guy holding me up was Nathan. I started to turn and look to see who else was still there, but Nathan held me steady, the pipe filled my lungs and cleared my head while fucking my body up. Nathan then let go of my arm with a silent ‘please don’t fall down look’ on his face as he undid the few buttons still closed on his shirt, pulled it off, and gently leaned into me as he tied it around my waist. I looked down and realized someone had slid my t-shirt over my head, my shorts back on me - damn I didn’t remember that at all. I then looked at Nathan - bull Master fucker - and mouthed a silent ‘thank you’. I meant to say it, but my throat hurt, my windpipe constricted, and no sound came out. I winced and reached down and rubbed my thighs and knees - fuck they were cut up and jacked. I staggered and wobbled sideways, but Nathan was there and caught me. The BBC bouncer - my pimp and guide - was arguing with a couple guys off to the side as Nathan led me to the front of the alcove. It was a dark and cloudy day and now had started to rain - light but steady. I winced at the change in light. I leaned against Nathan as we followed the bouncer out of the park. I laughed thinking what a sight we must be. Me, all scraped up, my legs covered in anonymous cum, with this half-naked bull of a man holding me up as I staggered down the street after my BBC crack pimp. HA! We walked south then east into the Shaw neighborhood. Dupont was the gay mecca. East of 15th was Logan, which was iffy, but was slowly getting pockets of redevelopment and people moving into the area to redo the old houses. Shaw - well Shaw was a total no go. Bad shit went down in Shaw, so while part of my mind - a super tiny part - was screaming, ’NO DON’T FOLLOW - DON’T GO’ my cracked out high part and my super hungry asshole had to have more and I didn’t give a flying fuck. Now, one might think I would have realized earlier in the week I was a whore and slut - maybe getting fucked raw by the troll at the bar my first day in DC, or letting his friends use me, or the gang bang with the guys watching the game (which after the park was a pretty light weight fuck down), or letting the homeless guy fuck me in the alley, or even the Speed Breeding. Yet it was not until that moment as those two big men were escorting me into Shaw did I really say to myself, ‘Yeah, I’m a slut and a whore for dick - and cum!’ And that was OK - it was fucking FANTASTIC! A run down block of old, wood townhouses and vacant lots was our destination and my BBC pimp led us about ¾ of the way down the street where on the right, between two vacant lots, stood a pair of old, row houses. The one on the left was painted in a vibrant, eye burning, hue of blue. Even the boards that covered the windows and gaps under the partially fallen in porch were all the same color. The house on the right was painted white, with forest green trim. The small yard was enclosed behind a gray, wire metal fence, the lawn was cut, the house looked well maintained especially compared to others on the block. The bouncer walked up the brick steps, unlocked the outer, metal meshed door, unlocked the inner door, and stepped inside, closely followed by Nathan and I. The air inside was humid and stuffy, or maybe it was just all the crack coursing through me that made it feel that way. Speaking of, I needed the pipe, or my cocaine, something, and both BBC laughed when I started begging. Fuckers! I gasped as my BBC host gripped my throat, pulled me close, and blew his crack hit directly into my mouth. I latched on as tight as I could and he fed me again, then let me hit the pipe directly. I swooned, he laughed and asked, “So you think you ready to take care of my needs now?” I just nodded, and he shook his head as he gripped his dick. “THIS THAT ELEPHANT DICK - NO HORSE DICK HERE, LIKE I TOLD YOU, ONCE I DECIDE TO FUCK THAT PUSSY 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.” Before I could respond Nathan had reached around from my back, untied his shirt, yanked my shorts down, and with my pimp still gripping my throat, Nathan began forcing his dry dick back inside my ass. “Get him on the floor so I can fill that gut with my piss,” our host said. Once he had drained his tank, I was ordered back up, Nathan slithered out, then I was told to get my whore ass into the kitchen and make them a sandwich and some drinks. It took me a minute - one because I was high as fuck and two because I didn’t know where he kept shit - but as I was plating their food my pimp strolled in wearing nothing but a pair of badly stained, white underwear and holding the pipe with a big, fresh rock in the bowl. “I had to make sure you were obeying like a good servant and whore,” he said. “Get the fuck on your knees and slobber on this dick - through the fabric - don’t fucking touch it! The first time you will feel the skin is when it splits that whore pussy open!” Back in the living room the two BBC sat in easy chairs, chatting, eating, drinking, and every now and then, leaning forward to feed me some more crack. I was a naked, submissive, whore whose only purpose was to entertain and please them. While our host didn’t want me touching his dick, Nathan had no such compunction and was happy to have me slurp on his thick dick head and nurse out some precum. I even tilted his dick back and suckled on his Big Foot styled nut sac and edged down to that soft spot just underneath that was caked in man musk and rank. I could feel the anticipation build as I cleared the plates and glasses, as the two BBC got fidgety and their dicks grew and slobbered. I hit the crack pipe with such desperate need! Finally, our host stood up, pointed to the stairs through the archway to the hall and said, “Get your fucking whore ass up them steps. If you need to piss or something, do it now. Bathroom’s at the end of the hall. Then get on your knees on the floor beside the bed. You got 5 minutes - then shit gets real.” I scampered up those steps liked Sarah Palin himself was chasing me. The bathroom, like the rest of the place, was clean and well organized and tended. I sat on the toilet and prayed that I was still clean and ready to be fucked. I mean, I had not eaten in fuck - I couldn’t remember how long and even my piss was sparse, dark, and almost crusty. I quickly dabbed off. The floorboards creaked as I hustled into the bedroom and positioned myself on the floor at the end of the bed that was almost centered in the middle of the room and waited. My heart raced, I licked my lips, my hole spasmed. Heavy footsteps ascended the stairs. I didn’t dare to look and kept my face down and eyes glued on the wood boards. The bed creaked, shifted, a large, hot naked body settled on the corner of the bed. I could tell from the dirty fingernails on the hand that leaned down to grab my left wrist that it was Nathan. He guided me up, turned me around, and had me back up on his black horse dick. My hole tensed and tried to close, but Nathan drove through and as he rammed himself back into my ass he said, “Oh yeah, going to slather them bootie cakes.” Nathan took his time exploring every crack and crevice of my lower intestines and then he picked up his pace and added a few new ones of his own before he barebacked another load up my ass. “Jesus,” our host said from the doorway, “I thought you were planning to camp out in that ass, not rape the shitter. You good man? Ready to help me out?” Nathan just gave a loud HMMMM as he pushed his still hard dick deeper into my hole and grabbed both of my arms tight, pinning me solidly against his body. My BBC guide walked over, set a handful of supplies down on the night stand, prepped the pipe, and with Nathan’s dick still buried inside me held the pipe to my lips and made me hit the rock. The pipe had barely left my lips before I started trying to bounce up and down on Nathan’s black rod. “RIDE THAT DICK YOU FUCKING WHORE,” my BBC pimp said, “SHOW ME HOW HUNGRY THAT PUSSY IS, HOW OPEN THAT PUSSY IS, THAT YOU READY FOR SOME OF THIS THICK LOG SPLITTING YOU DEEP!” I opened my eyes to see him standing a few feet away, his hand inside his dirty, white briefs, sliding back and forth along his hardness that was angled now up and to the left and looked like it wrapped around his hip. Oh God I had to have that! I bounced up and down harder and he smiled, stopped stroking, relit the pipe, “COME ON NOW. SHOW ME WHAT A GOOD DOPED OUT WHORE YOU ARE. I THINK THAT’S SOME GOOD PUSSY YOU GOT THERE AND I’LL SOON SEE. FUCKING HORNED ME UP WATCHING ALL THOSE NICCAS GANG RAPE IT, BREED IT, FUCKING YOU MAKE YOU PREGNANT WITH THEIR DIRTY, HOMELESS, CRACKED OUT DICKS! READY FOR THAT PUSSY TO BLEED FOR ME? OPEN IT UP FOR MY BLACK SEED?” Another few hits of the pipe and Nathan stood us up, turned us around, and with his dick still in my ass fuck/crawled us up on the bed so I was lying flat with his big bull body on my back, holding me down. Once settled, he started pumping my ass again, forcing my hole open and fuck that felt so good. I then tried to look to my left as I felt a course rubbing on my skin. Nathan’s bull body blocked everything out, but my pimp’s voice - though muffled - was clear in meaning, “I’m tying you down. I told you fucking bitches and whores always try to run. They all think they can handle it, think their pussies can take this big ol-dick. But once I rip that ring open they tap out, crying and whining and screaming. You feeling that fire? That burning in your ass? Your fucking pussy just took a whole lotta niccas up in there so you better hope your shit ain’t too tight. Fuck I ain’t stopping once I get started. I already let your new landlord and employer know you won’t be around for a few days. Once I break a pussy’s walls down, I fuck until you are so sore, loose, and gaping you’re unable to walk and that the only thing in the world that matters are the pipes – the glass one and this fucking big black one.” I tried pulling my hands closer to my body, suddenly afraid, but the coarse rope just cut into my skin. My pimp was behind me now as ropes were secured around my ankles, my legs pressed together and tied down. His voice was more distant, but still clear as Nathan’s dick stiffened in my ass as our host said, “YOU WILL GET THAT PUSSY POUNDED FOR HOUR AFTER HOUR AND WHEN MY ROCK RUNS OUT, I WILL LEAVE YOU TIED UP, GO GET MORE, BRING SOME NICCAS BACK - LET THEM RAPE YOU BLOODY - THEN I WILL START ALL OVER. I TOLD YOU, I NEED A LIVE IN WHORE WHO KNOWS HOW TO TAKE CARE OF A MAN - A WHORE WHO I CAN SLAM THIS DICK IN. LIKE I ALSO TOLD YOU - AND YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING LISTENED BUT TOO LATE NOW YOU FUCKING WHORE, YOU WILL CRY, SCREAM, TRY TO RUN AND I WON’T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT. THAT PUSSY ASS IS MINE NOW.” The ropes shifted, cutting into my flesh. Nathan yanked his hard dick out and rolled off my back and I heard footsteps stomping down the stairs. The bed creaked, shifted, and a sweaty body covered mine. Two large hands reached down and as my BBC pimp blew his hot breath on my neck his hands separated my cheeks exposing my hole. I held my breath as a gigantic piece of man flesh was angled into my crack, set against my asshole, and then he forcefully pushed. “YOU’RE TOO big - stop no pull it out!” I screamed. My BBC guide’s laughter was the last thing I heard before I passed out. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

I was in an open relationship for 20 years. It ended only because my husband died of brain cancer. Five years later, I remarried, and again - ours is an open, loving relationship. Let me attempt to answer your questions... 1. Why would anyone want a open relationship? - There are any number of reasons...one may have a higher sex drive than the other, or one may have a medical condition inhibits their ability to engage in sex. Or perhaps they are not sexually compatible ( NEWSFLASH: You can be in love with a person and not be sexual). Or perhaps they are horny fuckers. There's a countless reasons, any and all of which are valid for a given person or couple. 2. Why do it seem like most of the time there is a lack of something in the relationship that leads to the open relationship? - Because you are only looking at the surface. You are seeing what those people want you to see..or you are using your own life filter to perceive that relationship in terms you understand. Your perception is not necessarily others' reality. 3. Why wouldn't it be better to just be single? - For you, perhaps. But obviously not for others. One can love and be in love and still have sex with others. 4. Do you ever feel like you're in competition with people your partner meet? - Not even once. Love is an emotional bond. Sex is a physical act that CAN BE BUT IS NOT NECCESARILY an expression of love. Certianly, some people insecure in their relationship may feel this way at times. This requires both parties to openly discuss and adhere to ground rules. And when these feelings crop up; have an open and honest dialog about it, 5. How would you feel if you partner seems to enjoy someone else more than you, to the point you maybe losing your partner to them? - I can see how this could be a concern. I would check my perceptions against reality. How? By talking about my perceptions in exactly those terms. "My Perceptions". - Jealousy is like rust on a car. It starts small and, if ignored, it spreads until it corrodes everything. But proper maintenance prevents and eliminates any corrosion for affecting the metal.

As Danny is walking out the door, I'm texting Peter from my accounting class and told him I was free. He said he would be there in 10. Peter is an avg looking guy, he is 6'2, maybe 150 pounds, skinny kid but a good heart and a nice cock to boot. Peter walked in and kissed me, was we moved to the couch he grabbed me ass and felt the left over lube, spit and little bit of cum that leaked out of my ass into my short. He pulled me back into him and whisper in my ear. "Who has been fucking your ass this morning". We are open about our sex life, so I told him Danny had been over 15 mins ago and dropped a load in me. He held me from behind and guided his cock into my ass, he informed me that he wanted to fuck me and push my ex's load in deeper as he was biting my ear. Peter has the ability to do it to, he is 8.5"long and loves to long dick. He is not as thick as the ex but its a nice thickness all the same. He bent me over the couch and dropped my shorts, then ran a finger over my hole. "I love pre-lubed holes he informed, specially cummy holes" he said. He starts spitting on my hole and rubbing his cock head around my hole. He asked if I want it and what could I say but yes. He slowly pushes it in till he got to the last inch and told me to hold still, then he slammed the last inch or so in. He holds it there and say " the ex's load is deeper then he could have gotten it now and laughs". He then starts pulling all the way out and then pushes all the way back in, he is a pervert like me. He tells me as he pulls out a second time, that his cock is covered in my ex's cum and drives back in and holds it there. He pulls out again and drives back into me, he does this for the next ten mins, he tells me the whole time how he loves the way my ass takes his cock. As we are fucking my cell goes off and it's the other ex that I texted about fucking. Peter looks over my shoulder as he is pushing into me and ask if I'm going to let him fuck me today also. I told him that I wanted to top today, but it is looking like a bottom day. Peter tells me that if I let the ex fuck me he will come over after and push his load in deep like he is doing now. How could I say no to that, Peter is not a rough fucker, he likes to take his time and enjoy a long fuck. So, i text the ex back an ask when he is free, he replys after 1, its only 11:30 and I'm having the second fuck of the day. So I said 1:00 would work for me. At this point, Peter has been fucking me for about 25 mins, going at a nice easy pace. My legs are getting tired and my back is hurting from being bent over the couch, I ask Peter if we can change it up and he told me that he is getting close and he wants to blow because he has to get to class. I started to jerk my cock and told him to bring it on. Peter starts to fuck me faster and is only pulling out a few inches now. Peter is getting close and ask where I want it, I had to laugh at that. I tell Peter, ur fucking me raw with my ex's cum as lube, where do u think I want it. With that, he pushes in as far as he could and loads me, telling me that he is so far up in me that I should be able to taste his load, because it was a big one. Peter pulls out and tell me that he wants me in my team shorts and jock later tonight when he comes back to fuck me again. As I'm pulling up my shorts, the cell dings again, it's college boy. The blond hung monster, he is horny and want to play after class around 2. Peter ask me about him, and I told him about the massive cock twink and what we had done in the pass. Peter not a dom, but he can act aggressive sometimes. He tells me that I should let college kid fuck me also. That I should be a true cum slut today and take all the cocks and loads as I can. I have only let five guys ever fuck me at this point and the most I have ever been fucked in one day is four times and that was by Danny the ex. I didn't know if my ass could take four guys and five fucks. Peter tells me that I can handle it and maybe one more, I just look at him strange, as in who would be the one more. Peter just smiles and says he has a fuck buddy that has wanted my ass for a long time. I ask him who it was and he say Zack, this skinny, short punk kid. Zack is cute in a punk way, so I asked if he thought he would be up to it today and Peter says he would skip class if he had to, to fuck me. So, I ask the big question, is he hung? Peter just laughs and tells me that Zack is about the same size as him, maybe a little thicker and uncut. He does warn me that zack is aggressive and twisted when it comes to sex. That they have done some kinky things together and talked about doing some-other things but he didn't tell me what they were. I trust and know Peter, we have been playing for the last year. What all has he done with is punk that we have not done and how twisted can this little punk be? What can he be into that peter and i have not done before have? Plus, I have not had an uncut cock before. Just something you don't see around here. So, I told Peter to set it up and ask if he was clean, dumb question to ask someone since I have taken two loads and was looking at taking three maybe four more. But all the loads were from guys that have fucked me before and yes it's a risk, but I was comfortable with taking their loads. Peter told me that he was clean and that they been trading loads from time to time. So I said, set it up.

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.

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

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

Sorry for the delay in updates. This next one will get a bit wordy, but there is a lot of information I needed to get in there to make the story make sense, and I promise that I end it on a worthwhile note. Again, thanks for all the replies, and I look forward to any input. -- PART 3: Becoming a Good Neighbor Looking up from my laptop, I watched as two of my classmates walked up, finishing their rounds for the evening before we sat and completed our charts. “Hey, Erika. Hey, Steve,” I softly said, not looking up from what felt like the hundredth chart I had written that night. Both said a quick ‘hey’ before dropping their laptops next to mine. Looking over, I saw Erika finger what felt like the millionth bouquet sent to me by my ass of an ex in the last 3 weeks. Erika, a short red-head that I first met back in pre-med, is hands down my best friend. She barely comes up to my chin, but what she lacks in height, she definitely makes up for it in feistiness. We met at a mixer one night in the dorms and was actually the one to introduce me to my douche of an ex. At this moment, she was single, having dumped her ex after they had a fight over the long hours she always put in. Steve, on the other hand, is tall, black, and frankly one of the few guys I had ever lusted over and hit on. Smart, quick to make a comeback, and he and his fiancé, a nurse at another hospital, are one of the cutest couples I ever met. Sadly for me, he was 100% straight, but still extremely cool, if not a little too knowledgeable about the gay world, besting me on all sorts of insights. “I see he really doesn’t give up…” she replied, grabbing the card and looking inside, “God, what a sappy note. ‘I love you with all my heart. Being without you is like missing a piece of my soul.’ Talk about contrived. If that fucker didn’t want to lose you, maybe he should have kept it in his pants. It’s been what, 2 weeks?” “Nope he still hasn’t, and it’s been 3 weeks,” I said, finally finishing up my last chart and after clicking log out, closed the lid of the laptop. Grabbing it and my few paper charts, I put each away; the laptop back into its cradle on the counter behind us, and the charts in the ‘To File’ pile. I began to stretch, hearing and feeling several loud pops emirate from my back. “And they’re going into the trash, just like all the rest,” I said, going to the small closet behind the nurse's station. Pulling out my jacket, I began to shoulder on the thick material, thankful that I had forgotten the coat for nearly a year and yet to be stolen. The weather had taken a sudden dip into an early winter, and I knew I would definitely be needing it. “Screw that!” Steve replied, grabbing the vase before I could, “Can I have them?” I stopped and stared at Steve. “Ok…. why do you want a dozen red roses?” I asked, confused before adding the sly, “Did you something you want to tell Erika and I about the requires roses at home?” “Fuck no!” he replied with an eye roll before continuing. “It’s just that nurses love them. Especially mine. You want something from them, just give them flowers and candy.” “Shit… should have thought of that myself!” Erika said, trying to make a grab at the glass vase as Steve pulled them out of her reach. “Nope. Mine,” he laughed, watching as she tried to jump and grab them, profanities spewing from her mouth as his tall frame easily surmounting her much shorter stature. “You can have the next one, dear, ” I said, hanging up my white coat before starting work on the zipper, “I’m sure there will be more tomorrow.” “And just where are you off to?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows and looking at the clock, obviously surprised at my early departure, knowing I usually was the last to leave since I had set up camp in the small on call room down the hall. “House hunting. Found a really decent place for like $800 a month. It’s fully furnished and not all that far away. Have to get there before 5:30 so I can check it out.” I replied, checking to make sure I had my phone and wallet before making my way from behind the counter. “I’m tired of staying in the on-call room here, hospital food sucks ass, and I’m getting really tired of having to live out of a duffle bag.” “Jesus! What’s wrong with it that it’s that cheap? I’d come with to help you, but on call tonight.” Erika replied, her eyes growing large at the admittedly too good to be true deal. “Yeah, what she said,” Steve added. “No idea, but it’s got to be better than living in a hospital, and it’s in my price range. Even seems like a pretty new place and has perfect access to the streetcar line. My only guess is that there's a night club or something,” I replied, pulling up the listing from my phone broker before hand the phone to them. “Niiiiice,” they both replied, as I pocketed my phone again. “Ten bucks says someone was murdered there, probably a serial killer like in American Psycho,” Steve guessed, looking back down at his screen and typing. “Nope, $20 bucks says it's definitely the site of a porno,” Erika added, doing the same, “Probably a giant homo-fest filled with big cocks shooting everywhere like a Super Soaker. I bet if you took a black light with you, it’d look like a Jackson Pollock painting in there.” “You’re on,” replied Steve. “Lame jokes from both of you, I expected better, “ I called behind me, making my towards the elevator, ”Wish me luck!” Pressing the down button, the doors quickly opened to reveal my least favorite person in our class. Alex Ranker, aka Ranker the Wanker as Matt called him. Though I hated Matt now, I still agreed it was a perfect thing to call the guy. Alex was one of those guys that seemed to have it all. His parents were rich, his mother an heiress to some fruit company out east, his father a famous lawyer in New York. The guy was literally perfect. Perfect tan, perfect teeth, perfectly trimmed dirty blond hair, perfect body. Until he opened his mouth. He’d been known to harass the nurses and other students alike, to the point nobody wanted to work with him. And yet, it seemed like he could do no wrong in the eyes of the attending doctors. My level of hatred started back at the beginning of residency when they had a dinner at the hospital for everyone and their spouses to visit. I had run to the restroom, only to come out and find Mr. Douche himself feeling up my then boyfriend. He didn’t even bat an eye as we kissed when I got back and proceeded to ask for Matt’s number. Needless to say, I still hated the guy with a passion. Looking up from his phone, he gave a slight smirk at me. I fought not to let my thoughts about the douche reach my face, and stepped onto the elevator next to him, watching as the door closed. I stared ahead for a few minutes when Wanker opened his mouth and started speaking. “I hear you and that hot British guy broke up,” he said, immediately getting under my skin, “Must have finally realized he could do a lot better than someone like you. I’ll have to get his number sometime. Show him what a real man is.” Wanker was also a notorious man-whore, having been caught with both male and female nurses all over the hospital. A true one and done type of guy. Every week, the staff would have to cheer up whoever he had used and dumped. The latest was the new nurse in the neonatal unit. Told her at the nursing station to grow up and get over herself. And that he’d had much better all the time. He at least was now iced out of that floor. This was opposed to me. I tried every day to treat the nurses as a team, helping them whenever I could and listening to their complaints. And who after the recent break-up, constantly had the sympathy vote on his side. The difference between us proving ‘never piss off the nurses.’ “Yep,” I replied through gritted teeth, “Caught him in bed with a neighbor. Apparently, he only likes pussy now. Also likely has a bad case of gono knowing what he was on. So enjoy that. He’s all yours.” Slightly satisfied at how my reply had shut the dick up, I rushed the doors the second they opened to the lobby and quickly made my way to the entrance. — Luckily, the streetcar was only a block away, and my wait out in the biting cold was a blissfully short one. I stared blankly out the window, letting my mind wander to that night 3 weeks earlier, and nearly found myself missing my stop. I felt my cheeks redden a little as I looked down and saw the guy sitting in front of me who was forced to stare at the obvious bulge in my scrub pants. I made brief eye contact before I moved away and looked pointedly out the windows of the tram. Hurriedly, I hopped off, and walked down the block towards the apartment building, having memorized where I needed to go. Looking around, I caught a few brief glances of the area. A few small shops, several restaurants, even what looked to be a bookstore nearby. Then there was the building with blacked out windows and bars right next door to where I was going. Nightclub maybe? I asked myself, slightly slowing down as I walked past. The sign above the door stated ‘Stroud’s.’ However, there were no other identifying features, so I kept walking past. I walked into the lobby of the apartment and was greeted by a receptionist, a hot younger guy, possibly of Indian descent. “Are you Jake?” he asked, a mild Middle Eastern accent in his voice. “Um… yeah, how’d you know?” I asked, slightly put off by how this guy knew exactly who I was. “I’m Amal. Greg, our manager, and leasing agent is the one you spoke to this morning. He’s in his office,” he replied, extending his hand and shaking mine, “Follow me.” I followed Amal to the room behind him, taking in the appearance of the apartment lobby. It was obvious that the building was a former hotel, and an old one at that. Thankfully, whoever owned the building hadn’t completely gutted it on its renovation, leaving many of the old styled flourishes around, while still adding an interest modern flair. I knew instantly I would love the place, at least until I found out why it was so cheap. The receptionist opened the door and I saw Greg. Holy shit! I thought to myself, have I walked into the Twilight Zone? Before me was a man who I could swear at first was Jackson. He had same dark hair, graying at the temples. He also obviously spent half his life at the gym, his chiseled torso hidden just barely by an expensive looking suit and tie. A nice, square chin and piercing gray eyes added to his masculine look, with high-end designer glasses completing the look, giving him the air of a model. However, as I looked closer, I noticed a few differences between the two. No piercings, no beard, his voice was a little less deep, hair cut was definitely different. He had a phone to one ear talking away to what must have been a tenant, and with a brief wave, I sat down in one of the chairs in front of him. “Can I get you anything?” Amal asked from the doorway, breaking me from my mild stupor. “Um, no, I’m good,” I replied, giving a small smile. Quietly, Amal shut the door, as I turned my attention back to the building manager. “Yes Mrs. Goodwin, I’ll have maintenance get on that as soon possible. Yes… yes, ma’am. Thank you again for reporting it. I truly apologize for the inconvenience. Yes… Yes, ma’am. UH-huh… Okay, thank you,” he spoke, before finally hanging up the phone. Looking down, he began to look through the many sticky notes on his desk, looking for a particular one. “ Thanks for waiting. Sorry, it took so long getting off the phone, Mister… uh… sorry… Doctor…” “Harding. Please, just call me Jake,” I replied, shaking his hand as he extended it out. “Nice to meet you, Jake. I take it it’s getting quite cold outside?” he asked, turning his attention to the computer screen next to him, clicking on something, “You’re here to see…. 1201 was it? The one bed, one bath fully furnished?” “Uh, yeah, I think so,” I replied, forcing myself to stop imagining the quickly darkening things I’d do with the man in front of me, quickly starting to mirror what I had done with Jackson. “And you want a… immediate move in if possible I see. And you’ve already completed the application… thanks for getting that done so fast,” he continued, reading the screen, “And I see you’re well qualified for the apartment. No pets, and no need for a deposit… Great!” he replied, reaching into the desk and pulling out a small electronic key card, “We can show the apartment now if you’d like?” Nodding, I followed him back to the lobby, standing behind him as he pressed the call button for the elevator. Quickly I stopped myself from looking at his ass as he turned around to face me. “So, as you can tell, this used to be a hotel. It was built back in 1907,” he began, pointing out different points in the lobby as he began his tour of the building. “We recently renovated last year. We tried to keep the historical integrity of the building, but everything that couldn’t be saved has been updated. There’s fiber internet in the building, as well as 24-hour security. And the front desk is staffed from 9 am until 11 pm every day. We have a small gym on the 2nd floor, as well as a pool behind the lobby. There is a small attached parking garage, but those are an additional $100 a month per space.” I nodded as he told me these things. Seeing as I had no car, the parking wasn’t a big deal. But still, I kept telling myself that there was no way this place could be this nice at the current price and not have something wrong with it yet. The doors of the antique looking elevator opened up, revealing a surprisingly updated looking interior. “The elevator works with your room key, and will only take you to your floor and the common access areas. We also made sure to set it up so that you can use your phone, and that you can send a temporary access code to anyone you wish. It will also allow them to access your apartment door if you aren't home.” I slyly watched him as the elevator quickly climbed upward, taking in the nice profile presented to me as he continued to wax about the history of the building. For once, I was really beginning to enjoy not being attached to someone. Especially the no fearing the repercussions of checking someone out. The downside though was not having done anything for 3 weeks, which was really starting to make me horny. The doors opened to reveal a long, well-lit hallway, the seemingly never ending length giving my a slight vibe of something out of The Shining. I half expected those creepy twin girls to appear and start asking me to play with them. Directly across the hall was my possible apartment. “As you can tell, it's near the elevator,” the manager continued, “But we made sure to add extra sound proofing to prevent any noise problems.” He swiped the card above the door lock, and with a slight whir, the door unlocked. Opening it, I followed him in, looking around the room as he turned on the lights. I was stunned. The place looked amazing. The pictures from the internet showed empty rooms, and the images had not done the place justice. Tall ceilings, with what had to be the original decorative crown moldings. Granite counters, high-end loft furniture, stainless steel appliances, exposed brick and hardwood floors everywhere. And even an amazing view of downtown. There was even a large flat panel tv and what looked to be one of those high-tech smart thermostats. I began to feel almost unnerved. Why in the world wasn’t this place taken? The tour continued to the bedroom with a well appointed and fully updated on-suite bath, again looking like something out of a magazine for the rich and famous, and not something that was more in the pricing of a fresh out of college student. “As you can see, we went to a lot of lengths to update the apartment and all the furniture comes with it at $150 a month. After a 3 year lease, they will pretty much be yours. We currently don’t have them installed, but it will also come with a high-efficiency washer and dryer as well if you need it. This unit was previously the model unit, but since we’ve recently finished the top 10 floors, we’re trying to get rid of this one. Also, we have a deal with the former housekeeping staff and they provide cleaning once every week for another $75 a month.” “Um… it’s great…. but…” I replied, perplexed at how such a great find wasn’t already taken. This place was nicer than anything I could have hoped to live in. “Let me guess…” Greg intoned, “How is something like this still on the market?” “Yeah…” I replied, looking around again, “Did someone die in here… or is it haunted or…” “Well,” he started, looking a little embarrassed, “I do have to be up front. There are a few problems with the place. First, you’ll have Mrs. Goodwin, the lovely lady I was speaking to earlier as a neighbor. She’s very nice if a bit… well, crazy. Don't get me wrong, very sweet, and if you ever want great food, she is an excellent cook and loves for people to try it. But she tends to like to know every little thing about people. You can usually avoid her as long as you aren’t in the hallway at certain hours. Also, she has a bad habit of trying to fix her children up with other tenants. The closer they are, the more she pushes it.” Having had an (albeit much lesser) similar experience with our previous neighbor, this fact didn’t phase me. “OK, I’ve had my share of nosy neighbors, so not a big deal there. And I guess it's nice actually knowing who your neighbors are. I’m guessing there’s more though?” I asked. “Well, there is the fact of the neighborhood,” he replied. “This area is still in transition, and the crime is a tiny bit higher than other areas. But nothing major. It’s a pretty safe place to live. There is a lot of very nice places to shop and eat, and the street car is right down the street. But we do have a certain… erm… the element that resides here and has no plans of leaving.” “So, gangs? The mob? Satanists?” I asked half-jokingly, not quite following his logic. “Oh God, no, nothing like that,” he replied, “It’s just… well, I’m sure you saw that place next door. Stroud’s.” “Sure, “ I replied, remembering walking past the place next door. “Is it a nightclub? If so, I don’t think it would be a problem this high up would it?” “Oh. Um, no… it’s a….” he replied, looking even more flustered, “You don’t get easily offended do you?” “I’m a doctor, so no… seeing strange things and people is part of my job,” I replied. “Well, it's actually an adult bookstore. And apparently pretty popular as well, especially with the male population. It’s actually the reason why we have had so much trouble filling the unit,” he stated, “People don’t really like telling their friends to go the apartment complex next to the gay bookstore. Especially with the rumors around it. It’s really pretty seedy. We’ve tried to talk the city into closing it down, but apparently, the owner has a lot of connections in city hall. That and the owner has a private sauna a block away. With those two elements, we tend to have a problem with a lot of our more conservative renters being driven away. We had an issue with our last tenant as well, which required us to have them evicted. Corporate really strives for full occupancy, so I’ve tried to price it to sell. You’re the best candidate we’ve had yet.” I felt a stir in my pants as I realized exactly what he meant by seedy gay bookstores. I’d recently started reading about such things online, bored at night with the call room to myself. Likely, this adult bookstore was one of those rare finds. Possibly even one of the ones with private theaters. “Other than those problems, it's a lovely unit. What are your thoughts on the place?” Greg replied, looking as though I was likely to bolt out of the place and never return. “Actually, compared with the things I see at work,” I said, taking a final look around, “Those things are really rather mild. You’d be amazed at the things people do in the bedroom that put them in the emergency room.” With a slight laugh, we exited the room and made our way back to the elevator. “So, like you said, you’re wanting to move in as soon as possible?” Greg asked, following me into the elevator as the doors opened with a slight thump. “I’d say today, but I’m sure that…” I started to say before he immediately interrupted. “We can do that!” he exclaimed. “If you want, we can have someone from the cleaning staff do a once over. We just have some paperwork, and if you can make the first month’s rent payment and the application fee, we will be able to get you in tonight about 8 or 9 pm. Would that work?” Shocked, I nodded my head, amazed at how quickly I could take possession of the place. We spent the next hour signed what felt like a mountain of paperwork and the swipe of my debit card, we exchanged handshakes and Greg gave me the small plastic card. I left the building, running back to the hospital to get my duffle bag, and then returned, off to grab dinner and explore the neighborhood. I took in a light dinner at the Thai place across from the streetcar stop and set off to explore in the quickly dying late fall sunset. I walked into a few shops, surprised at how many were open until later in the evening. I even spied a small tobacconist shop, which made me think back to the hot night from 3 weeks before yet again. I ignored the shop though, looking at my watch. It was time for my apartment to be done. So, I walked back to the building before I spied several people walking into the adult bookstore. I felt myself get hard yet again. I walked back into my building, waving at Amal, and rode the elevator back up, setting my bag into the bedroom and changing into normal clothes before deciding to bite the bullet and check out the bookstore. — Stepping into the store, it looked like any other adult bookstore I had seen before. An ever shrinking movie section (thanks in large part to the internet), toys ranging from small to impossibly large, leather, clothing and edible panties, even the occasional ball gag and whip. I wasn’t that impressed until I noticed a second entrance to the back of the shop. I walked up to the attended, and with a slight blush on my face, asked what was further in. The attendant definitely looked like a skinhead. Shaved, bald head, with piercings everywhere. Fishnet shirt and leather pants. He appeared to be reading a Harry Potter book, and with a sigh, he stopped reading and flipped over the book. “First time?” he asked with raised eyebrows, looking at me with an appraising glance. “Yeah,” I said, “Just moved in nearby and thought I’d be a good neighbor and check out things.” I flashed a slight smile, fearing my nervousness was showing, to which he warmly returned. “Normally, it's a $10 fee for non-members to enter the theater, but since you’ve never been, it’s on me,” he said, pressing what must be a button to open the door. A buzzing noise came from the door. “Enjoy, buddy,” he said with a somewhat wicked smile. I opened it and walked inside. I immediately was met with a lit stairway down. Walking down I entered a dimly lit hallway. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the red lighting. I walked around, but the halls seemed empty, each door closed. Finally, I found an open door leading to a booth. Stepping inside, I closed the door. Looking around, I noticed a large screen with a bill feeder under it. Sitting down, I pulled out my wallet and grabbed a few dollars and stuffed them in. The TV turned on and started showing a video of two girls making out naked. Looking around the edge of the screen, I finally found the controls and flipped around until I found one of what appeared to be a group of guys fucking in various positions around a tiled room. I sat back and watched, slowly feeling a rise in my pants. After a while, the scene changed to a young guy, looking somewhat similar to myself, with a line of all the guys waiting to take a turn on his ass. One thing stuck out to me, however. Not a single one appeared to be wearing a condom. I felt my cock throb and building up courage, I pulled my pants down and slowly started stroking myself. There I sat, stroking my cock for several minutes, zoning out to the hot video in front of me when I heard a sudden tapping to my right. Startled, I stopped what I was doing and turned to see where the noise was coming from. Sticking out from a crude hole in the wall was a thick, uncut cock, probably about 7 inches long. I gulped and licked my lips watching as it throbbed slightly, a drop of precum slowly forming on the piss slit. Slowly, I reached out and grabbed it, stroking it and myself at the same time. This made the owner groan, slamming hard against the wall. I continued to stroke the guy until a voice with a thick accent called out, muffled by the wall. “Suck me.” This caught me off guard. I let go for a second, starting at the hard piece in front of me. Suddenly, I acted, slowly licking and then taking the cock into my mouth. I ran my lounge along the underside, sucking hard as I pulled off, making the guy groan even louder. After a few minutes of sucking, I felt him pull out. At first, I was upset, wanting to continue to suck him to completion. Until his face appeared at the hole. “Let me suck you,” the face replied, in what sounded to me like a thick Spanish accent. I started his face for a moment. The guy had soft pink lips and a slight mustache. In the blue glow of the tv (now forgotten), I slowly stood up and began to feed him my cock. Damn the guy could suck. His warm wet mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking like a vacuum cleaner. Every time he got to the tip, he would run his tongue into the opening, making me squirm in delight. I felt myself getting closer, and just before getting to the point of no return, he pulled off and stepped away from the glory-hole. “Fuck,” I muttered, looking into the hole and seeing him pull up his pants and walk over to the door before opening it and leaving the booth. Resigned, I went to finish myself off and pull my pants back up and leave, when I heard a knock at the door. “Double fuck,” I said, looking at the screen realizing that the money had run out in the video machine. Most likely the attendant, as I recalled my knowledge of how a video arcade worked. Pulling out my wallet, feeding another few bills on the machine. Hearing another knock, I turned back, pulling my pants back up slightly and opening the door. “Sorry, I just refilled the…” I started to say to the attendant, but instead was greeted with a hot, late 20ish Latino guy, “oh…. um… can I help you…” He pushed his way in, closing the door quickly and immediately locked lips with me. We proceeded to make out, grabbing and stroking each other, my cock still on the edge of release. His breath smelled of smoke, immediately turning me on. Finally, we parted, each gasping for air. I slowly recovered as he licked his lips and quickly asked me something I never expected to hear. “Let me in your hole?” he asked, pulling out a small brown bottle, opening it up and taking a few hits from. I instantly recognized the bottle from my night with Jackson. Poppers. My cock throbbed at the idea of the sensation. He held the bottle out to me as he started stroking his cock. Grabbing the bottle, I took several hits and handed it back to him. “Uh… sure,” I said, starting to feel the rush from the poppers reaching my brain before adding a quick, “As long as you let me do the same.” A quick nod was his only reply was before he turned me around and bent me over. I felt him reach behind himself and realized that he was grabbing lube from the dispenser on the back of the room. I quickly felt him rub some on my hole and then looked back to see him rubbing it on himself. “Wait…” I said, looking back at his cock, “You got a condom?” He shook his head no, before replying. “Most guys here don’t want them, so I never bring them. You got one?” I already knew I didn’t have one. I was torn. I wanted sex. Bad. But I had already learned the hard way about taking a bare cock. Hormones raging through my bloodstream, my brain fought to think logically, failing at the ebb of poppers in my mind. Finally, my mind came up with an answer as I asked, “You clean?” “Sure” he replied with a slight shrug, and with that, I bent over. Slowly, I felt him press his cock against my hole as I took a deep breath in. END OF PART 3

Dad’s Basement - Part Two I spent the day on the sofa, half watching movies to take my mind off what I saw in the basement and the other half thinking about it. I would catch myself playing with my cock through my shorts when my mind wondered to the basement. The thought of Dad and his buddies fucking and sucking seemed to leave my cock harder than I had ever before experienced, and the thought they were (I imagined) playing in the basement even while I was sleeping upstairs somehow made the vision even more enticing. Still, one would have thought I would have heard my Dad come home, or at least the garage door go up and his diesel truck pulling inside, but nope: I was lost in thought, my hand inside my shorts wrapped around my hard cock when Dad's voice awoke me out of my day dream. “Wow, Son that’s quite a greeting for your old man!” Dad said when he saw me. “Dad!” I yelled, slapped back to reality and jerking my hand out of my shorts. “Anything interesting happen today, Son?” Dad asked coyly. “Well, let’s see. I found out that my Dad likes cock - every which way he can get it, has a sex club in our basement, and likes to spread his disease to others,” I said. "Other than that it was a quiet day.” “Yeah Son, I am a pig, a toxic pig, who loves to give into the most deviant sexual pleasure imaginable, and I am not ashamed to do.” “It’s okay Dad, I think it’s hot.” “Hot, huh? Like when you spy on your old man and jack your cock as I shower or stroke my cock in bed?” I had to smile as I nodded 'yes'. “It’s okay Son. I have no issue with any of that. Fuck, it was a turn on knowing you jack your boy cock watching me,” Dad remarked, adding “See?” I looked down at the front of his jeans, his hard cock was straining against the denim. I stood up, which allowed Dad to see my shorts were tented by my own very hard cock. “Does knowing what we do in the basement turn you on, Son?” “Definitely, Dad.” “Good, but I need to know if the full range of our activities turns you on, or is there some component of our sessions leave you uncertain or even afraid?" “The HIV component, Dad, scares me, yet it also excites me," I had to acknowledge. “Most boys your age have those mixed emotions. After conversion (or infected), sex becomes uninhibited, free from restraints of safety. That’s what we do in the basement: fuck free. There are times when we meet just to help a man break those restraints and become free. Understand?” “I think so. You take men who are not carrying HIV and give it to them?” “Yes. Some take it willingly and some don’t. Some want it and some don’t know they want it, but still get it.” As he gave this explanation Dad was rubbing his cock through his jeans, which rendered me even more excited. Our conversation was turning both of us on, and in fact I am fairly sure I could see his cock pulsate, even through his jeans, particularly when his palm caressed the his cock head. “Do the jocks and pictures nailed to the wall represent all of the men that you have infected?” “I didn’t infect them all, Son, but yes, they do represent the men who were infected by a member of the Club. That's our trophy wall It reminds us of who is carrying our virus.” Without thinking I started rubbing my cock, mimicking what Dad was doing to his. His eyes darted down, watching my hand. “Drop them Son,” he ordered. "Show Daddy.” Blindly obeying, I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my shorts and pushed them to my ankles, where I stepped out of them. Standing upright again, my cock jumped up and down, finally resting pointing in front of me. “Grew up nicely there, Son,” Dad commented as he kicked off his work boots, unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles, stepping out of them. Standing straight up, he put his hands on his hips, allowing me access to view his crotch, this time with out spying. His cock was hard as a rock, pointing outward just like mine, but that is where the similarities stopped. His cock was at least nine inches long and almost as thick as a beer bottle. The head was massive and veins ran up and down it. I found myself wondering how I had managed to overlook these amazing details when I spied on him. His nut sac was smooth and hung low, with one ball higher than the other. When I looked up at his face there was an evil grin on it. “You like looking at that cock, Son?” I nodded slowly. “I like you looking at it.” I was mesmerized. The cock that made me was not six feet away, obscenely pointing at me, teasing me, and all I could do was to stare and slowly stroke my painfully hard cock. “That’s it Son, stroke your cock for your Daddy.” I watched as he bent down, slid his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pull out one of the brown bottles. Dropping his jeans, he moved to my side, his cock and balls bouncing with each step. My mind was focused on his cock and balls, so huge. He unscrewed the cap on the brown bottle, positioned it under one of my nostrils, pinched the other closed and urged “Inhale deeply, Son.” I did as he instructed, still stroking my boy cock. He switched nostrils and repeated his instruction. Again I complied. Almost instantly, I felt like I was flying, the sensations of my stroking intensified and my heart raced. My breathing was heavier. Dad’s hot breathe in my ear urged “Touch it Son, you know you want to. Feel the cock that made you!” I slowly moved my hand over to his cock. The closer I got, I could feel the heat rising from his dick. I closed my eyes and wrapped my fingers around it. It was hotter than I expected. And harder. Instantly I shot my load, out in front of me and unto the floor. “Good boy” Dad said with a smile. “I think you are ready for more. Let’s go to Daddy’s shower, Son. I have so much more to teach you before you join us in the basement.” He took off his shirt as he headed down the hall, his furry cheeks bouncing as he walked away. I pulled my shirt over my head and followed, like a little puppy.

In the van... not much talk. The Bulgarian speaks shitty english... he has the fly open and his huge dick is hanging hard... I asked him if he wanted me to suck him. But he said. “i want ass not mouth” and I want your ass slammed with cum before I fuck you...” The motel was about 30 minutes drive... and the whole 30 minutes he was hard. About 23cm and fat... I was scared from what was schelduded for me in that motel but on the other hand I was way too excited. I had given my hole for two nights of breeding and slamming to all the truckers that he had arranged... He had promised no harm but I would collect all the cum no matter how old ugly small or big... and the slam doses were going to be big..really big... Since I couldn't really touch the drivers dick I just sat at my seat thinking... I have to confess something. I don't like the silence of my thoughts. That is why I like chems I guess. When I Slam all my focus goes that at my asshole and the sliding cock. All my being my energy my whole ME is focused there... No need to think of any thing else but the internal need of getting bred. I let my body to be conquered by the feeling of the seed when it starts to flood my hole. I so eagerly submit to the need of receiving of a male hard cock... even a soft cock... as long as it is in me … raw... bare... The moment I surrender to this instict I connect with my salvation... my religious beleid my Non God.... my death... my immortality... Yeap this 30 minute drive in a van sitting with a bulgarian driver with a 23cm hard cock who was not letting me touching him gave me time to ask my self the one and only question: Am I going to see my Vicking all that was it... He gave up tired of my sluttiness like all the others before him... Did I scare him ? For how long I can continue the hunt... is this really me? A slammed cumdump getting filled with stangers' cum... Would I ever be loved for what I am ? Do I deserve to be loved? Or I will spend the rest of my days hiding from the world … doing sex trips around Europe and slamming alone before I open the door so that I wont scare the dude who few minutes later will sperm my ass... It is not easy to connect with others when you are a slammer and a cumdump... There is so much paranoia around... I guess I am paranoic too. but this damn silence of my thoughts when it happens like for example on this 30 minute drive to Inferno probably is the reason why I still can function between the two worlds... the real world and the Tina world... It is not easy... but part of the reason why I can still balance on the thin rope is that I understand the moment. And now the moment is to get out of the car. We arrived. The Inferno motel is Next to the highway North. The parking was not empty. More than a dozen huge track were there. No idea if there were for me or not. The Bulgarian put his still hard dick inside the zipper and told me to follow. He collected the key from the receptionist. The room was on the far left on the ground floor. A big double bed. A sling. A small sofa... And a stack of towels. He was well prepared indeed. As was I as well. In my back pack I had my towel and my kit. I had brought a fifty euro that I was going to hide inside my shoe. But even that was taken care off. There was a trunk with a key so I could put my things there … yes everything was set. The Bulgarian dude showed me where the bathroom was and made a funny gesture showing me his butt telling in his own way that I have to clean... I did... I spent 15 minutes cleaning up my ass... and setting my mind ready for the night. No more silence. No more thoughts. No more ifs and whys. I had a mission to accomplish and a slam to take... I had to make my self turn the key to the slut mode... Piece of cake... When I finished with all my showers and flushings of the water and felt my ass clean then I went back to the room. A porn was playing on the big TV. Straight creampie gangbang porn. And the Bulgarian was naked. His dick the hardest I had seen. On the table read there was a small plastic rope some white Cotton and a bottle of white alcohol next to four syrignes. He asked me lay on the sling. And when I did he secured my legs. Then he called on his phone. While I waited he took something from his big bag. Red pillow cases. With them he covered all the lamps. Even the one on the ceiling. There was a a knock on the door. The receptionist. They talked bulgarian while the receptionist got his clothes off... Thin around sixty, bald... but with an uncut soft cock that was hanging to his knee. He took from his pocket a plastic rope as well and came to me. He kissed me while he took my arm. The other did the same too... Two arms two slams... and no idea how strong the doses might be. The cotton on the skin then a small breath while I flet the pin of the syrigne entering... Flash and then push... and then.... yeah... the cough... What a buzz... Never felt anything like that. I lost sight for few seconds and when I opened my eyes feeling lube spreading around my hole. It was the receptionist. And then the put some around his huge hard cock... I had never see a cock that big. EVER. He played a bit with my hole and then slowly he entered all the way. His partner approached with the rope and the syrigne. He tied at the receptionist arm and he slammed him smooth. The light from the room was red from the pillow cases but I was sure I saw the red flash before the injection.. And that sight made me come without even touching my self. The receptionist felt my spinster I guess the moment that the chems entered his blood because I heard a lions roar. He came too. But that didn't stop him. He didn't lose his erection at all... he started banging me sliding in my hole using his cum as lube. And he came again... And again. In ten minutes on my own slam state of time he came four times, releasing the same roar each time. From the corner of my eye I saw his friend slamming him self as well... I heard the cough. The receptionist turned his head and saw the other Bulgarian setting down to the table the empty syrigne... He came out of my ass and went to the other guy and kissed him... How beautiful they both were kissing each other and licking the blood from the arm... Then my Driver came to the sling and spit on me … and bang he entered... Damn that was a thick cock... He fucked with speed.... His eyes were closed and he was muttering to words I had no idea what they were about … but I could recognize the lust... and the slams … and the feeling of his cock on my cummy hole. He came... He filled my ass with piss as well. He left my ass and the receptionist took his place. A bit softer . I love when a soft big cock enters me and finds the target all the way... Specially when my ass is prelubed with cum and piss... And there he was... he pissed in me also... A buzz with chem piss... Yes... that was heaven... For some time the played that way. Entering cumming pissing.. entering cumming pissing... The slams started to ware off... The helped me get out from the sling and took me to the bathroom. The sat me on the seat made sure that I was ok and told me to clean up and have a shower. The Inferno gangbang party officially was going to start in thirty minutes an hour... I was happy... Yes... I was happy....

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

8:00pm on June 3, 2017...DeShaun looked at me, disappointed. "Fuck, white meat, you let me down...I thought you'd have a little fight in you still. Guess you one of them white faggots just aching for nigga cock in yo pussy, ain'tcha." He punctuate what he said by shoving his fingers back inside me...unfortunately, all it did was make me gasp loudly, arch my back and spread my legs wider. He grinned, and shoved in deeper, twisting his fingers back and forth...I starting gasping for air, unable to breathe at the lovely mixture of pain and pleasure he was inflicting on me. Part of me was embarrassed to be behaving like such a slut in heat in front of three strangers, but as I was violated deeper and harder, I became more and more aware of the nearness of their hard, masculine bodies, the stink of sweat and piss in the room, and the obscenely large bulges in their pants. "Oh baby, you are in heat, white meat...and we haven't even got you hungry yet...let's start you off slow. Tyrell, you got poppers?" One of the thugs slipped his hand into his pocket and tossed something tiny to DeShaun. When he caught it, I could see it was a tiny bottle labeled Jungle Juice. DeShaun chuckled as he shook the tiny bottle, still keeping his fingers in my hole. "Jungle Juice to rile up yo jungle fever, white meat...you gonna like this. When I hold it to yo nose, take a huge whiff...then the other side...then hold it in until I tell you, and let it out nice and slow." He twisted the cap off one handed, used his thumb to wipe the lip of the bottle, then shoved it up on left nostril...I followed directions, inhaling deep - it smelled weird - then the left, then holding it in until he said let it out, then exhaling slowly. I got really hot...or maybe cold...I dropped back onto the mattress, completely dizzy...my blood was pounding...DeShaub was finger fucking me to the beat of my pulse...or do I thought until I looked down and saw I was fucking myself onto his fingers. He just laughed and repeated the process. The room spun, and when it stopped, DeShaun was standing watching me, but something still fucked my hole...turns out that during the second rush, DeShaun's fingers had been replaced with Tyrell's big black cock. I turned to DeShaun, and tried to gasp out my request. "Please...Sir...please..." I grunted. "What you want, white meat? You want this maybe?" DeShaun held the bottle of poppers just out of reach. "Yes...please Sir...yes". I gasped. Tyrell's cock was beginning to hurt places inside I didn't know existed until now. "First, you gotta admit the truth, white meat...the truth you been refusing to admit since yo bro walked you into my crib. Whose property is you, faggot? ". DeShaun chuckled. "Yours...Master..."I gasped while Tyrell picked up the speed and force. And part of me...deep and dark inside...part of me wanted it to be true.

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One of my craziest times in public was at a cruising bar in Chicago, Manhandlers, where they have a back "barn" area where guys hook up. In the warm summer months there is usually lots of action happening in the back barn late night on weekends. This past summer I was cruising there and I was so horny... a guy was standing in a corner stroking his cock, and I went over and asked if he needed help. Well, in the next few minutes I was on my knees sucking him really nice and deep, and the next thing I know several guys had formed a circle around us watching. One guy started rubbing my back while I continued to suck on that first guys cock, and the guy rubbing my back reached down and was trying to fondle my ass, so got up off my knees while still bending over and kept sucking, and the guy starts fingering my ass. I loosened my pants, and before long the guy behind me slid his cock into my ass slowly and began to fuck me. So now, I'm sucking a nice hard cock while being fucked from behind, and there is a big crowd of guys watching this go on. It was super hot. I had poppers, so I took hits off them every so often, and it was crazy hot. The guy I was sucking eventually cummed in my mouth, and the guy fucking me cummed a few minutes later deep in my ass. I pulled up my pants, went to the front bar to get another beer, and returned to the back barn area with a big smile knowing guys had just watched me get fucked. Great cruising spot in the summer.