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Part 10 I was awake most of the night, wondering if Danny knew that he was stealth and had toxic cum shoot up his hole and down his throat. I wondered if he would soon convert to being poz. The strange thing was that my cock grew rock hard thinking about what we had done. Too late to change anything. I got up early to prepare for “anything” and even left for work early. I was the first one in the office, hell I was so early that the floor lights were not even on. I went to my desk and started to work in the dim light that was available. “Damn you’re early” one of my co-workers said. “Yeah, I didn't finish a report on Friday for a meeting with the boss today,” I said, “was too lazy yesterday to come in and do it.” I worked until my meeting with my boss. Knocking on his office door I was a little nervous of the unknown. “Come” my boss’s voice said from behind the door. I entered and quickly moved to the chair and sat down. “Interesting day we had yesterday” he said. “Yes Sir,” I replied, “I was hard thinking about what we did to my neighbor.” He stood behind his desk, dropping his cock on it. His pants were unzipped and his horse meat and balls were hanging out. “Drop your pants and bend over the side of my desk,” he ordered. I didn't hesitate and followed his orders. My pants and underwear were around my ankles. He started stroking his cock causing it to grow. With he free hand, he pushed the speaker button on his phone, the dial tone killed the silence in the room. He dialed a number and the phone on the other end began to ring. As he waited for the other person to pick up, he moved behind me and slid into my hole. I moaned just as a voice started to speak through the phone. “Hey Jake, what's up?” the voice asked. “My monster dick and it's sliding up my whore’s ass,” my boss answered. “Yeah?” the voice asked. “I don't lie when it concerns my cock." I heard the faint sound of a zipper being pulled down and rustling of clothes coming through the speaker. “You have my attention, Jake,” the voice said. “Pulled your cock out, huh?” my boss asked. “In hand and stroking.” My boss started to pump in and out of my ass a bit faster. I moaned a bit in both pleasure and pain. “You up the ass of the employee that you infected?” asked the voice. “Yeah, he's my whore now,” my boss responded. "Oh, and by the way, we raped a Marine yesterday and stealthed his neighbor.” “Fuck man,” the voice replied approvingly. My boss undid his belt, opened his pants and let them drop to his ankles. I could feel bare skin hitting my ass. “When are you loaning me that whore” the voice asked. “When you want it?” my boss responded. “Having a party this weekend,” he said, “still don't have a party favor.” “He's yours,” my boss said, “but I get his Friday night from about 6:00 to about 10:00 PM." “Party will just be getting started about then,” the voice said. My boss started to speed up fucking my hole. I moaned more and more. “Vocal bitch, huh?” “Yeah but a cock deep in his throat will drown that out” my boss said. My boss was really pounding my hole now. I could hear the voice over the phone start to groan. My boss’s cock was now rock hard. “About to give him my poz load,” my boss said. “Fuck man dump that strain into him.” My boss grabbed my hips and really pounded my ass. I was sure that my co-workers could hear me getting fucked in the boss’s office. “Damn Jake, about to shoot,” the voice said, “wish it was up your hairy ass.” “Shoot it, Rick” my boss grunted. “I'm cumming” was the only thing I heard from the receiver as my boss slammed hard into my ass, his cock pulsing and twitching as it shot HIV deep into me. “Shooting up his ass,” my boss moaned. “Shot in my hand Jake, going to eat it.” “Fuck yeah,” my boss sighed with satisfaction as he pulled his cock from my ass, barking “Clean it” to me. I dropped to my knees and took his spent cock into my mouth and sucked it clean. “Balls back in your court Rick. Top that call.” “Might take a while” he replied, “later bud.” “Yeah got another assignment for the whore.” I continued to suck my boss’s softening cock. He worked my head back and forth on his cock for a few minutes. I kept his soft cock in my mouth as he gave me my instructions for my assignment. “Take the elevator to the fifteenth floor, after you exit turn left and head into the men's room. The floor should be empty, under renovations and no work today. In the men's room, go to the last stall, enter, but do not lock, remove your pants and underwear and bend over holding on to the toilet, ass towards the door and wait.” I nodded, his cock still in my mouth. “Get to work!” I left and head five floors up. It was eerie walking off the elevator to an empty floor. I found the men's room, pushing the door open, I discovered a dark room. It smelt of old piss. As I entered I felt for the light switch. I flipped it on, but that didn't help much. The room was barely lite. My eyes adjusted slowly. I carefully made my was to the last stall. The door creaked as I pushed it open. I walked through the door, as I unfastened my belt and pants, kicking off my shoes and brushed them aside as I listened carefully for any movement outside the men's room. I unzipped and then pushed my pants and underwear down, stepping out of them. I did a half-ass fold and tried to put them on my shoes. Bracing myself, I bet forward, pulled my shirt up, but found it would slide down, so I pulled it off and dropped it on the floor. There I stood bare ass naked except my socks. I could feel the cold tile floor through the socks. Chills traveled through my body. My mind seemed to be playing tricks on me, as I heard almost every quiet creak and groan of the building. I almost jumped as I heard the door to the men's room open slowly, then shut. I closed my eyes as footsteps moved through the men's room to my location. The footsteps stopped right outside the stall door, which creaked open as the unknown person pushed it inwards.

Peter moved to the door and opened it. Instead of the next man that was there to fuck my hole, the manager of the motel stood. “Why were the cop's here” he ask, “if you are doing anything illegal you fags are out of here” “Cop was here only to shoot his load in my boyfriend’s hole” Peter said. “Yeah?” the manager said. “Yeah I am setting up guys to come over and breed him” “Well, I have a huge load stored up in my big balls,” “Want to empty it up his hole” The manager nodded. He was an older man, white hair, white mustache and skin so tan that it looked almost like leather. He was thin, almost a sickly thin. He grabbed his crotch and a thick tube appeared. He pushed Peter out of the door way and came in. He was already unbuttoning his shirt, revealing more of his tan skin. “He takes all loads right,” he asked, “none refused?” “Yeah buddy give me all that you got” “Gonna give you my death” He pulled his shirt out of his pants and took it off. I could see every rub, he was emaciated! His thin, bony fingers pulled on his belt and then worked on his pants button. Peter was just standing there silent, slowly pulling on his soft cock. The manager of the motel kicked off his shoes and let go of his pants. His pants fell quickly to his ankles, exposing his thin legs. There was no fat anywhere on this man. His white briefs were blinding white against his tan skin. His cock was vary hard, running across his hip on the right side under his underwear. A big bulge hung low between his legs, caused by his massive ball sac. His bony fingers hooked his briefs and pushed them down with his pants. As he stood back up he stepped out of his pants. It was then I saw his cock, it was a thick one eyed monster, about seven inches in length. His crotch and sac were completely smooth, shaved clean. “How do you want me” I asked. “Get that ass on the edge of the bed and lift those legs to heaven” “At this rate of infection,” I said, “I'm more on a path to hell” With my legs up and wide, I watched him move closer to the bed, stroking his cock on the way. Peter was staring at his ass as he walked. I saw him mouth: “Saggy ass” and “Dude is sick” Once at my ass he rubbed his cock in my crack, collecting the cum that was in there. “Won't need lube, cum and a sloppy hole, a great combination” His cock head pushed against my hole, popping inside with ease. He didn't hesitate and slammed his thick cock deep into me. His smooth crotch pressed against my ass. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wider, pulling them a little farther than my muscles would allow. He fucked fast and hard, as if he was in a rush. He pumped his cock in small motions, jack hammering my hole. His thick cock moved in and out, faster and faster. I squeezed my hole around his cock as he pumped in and out. Peter stood near by just pulling in his cock, which was just a little bit hard. “You sure you want it, bitch” the manager asked “Yes I want it” I said “You’re gonna get it,” he said, “get my AIDS” He slammed into my hole, then pulled back, only to slam into me again. I couldn't feel him shooting but by the way he was twitching and breathing, I knew he shot his load. He quickly pulled out and turned to Peter. “Not going to leave you out,” he said, “get down and clean my spent cock” Peter looked at me, as if he was questioning what the man wanted. “Get on your knees you asshole,” I shouted, “clean that cock” Peter jumped and dropped to his knees, as I got off the bed and stood next to the manager. “Taste my ass juice and every load of cum that is up my hole” Peter quickly put his mouth over the spent cock, slurping and sucking on the manager’s cock. He was making a face as if he wasn't enjoying it. “At least act like you’ enjoying it, you limp dick asshole” I said. Peter started to moan and suck on the manager’s cock with more enthusiasm, making sucking and slurping sounds as he did, until the manager pushed him off his cock. The manager quickly dressed and was out the door. “What the fuck just happened” Peter said. “We just got an AIDS load” “Yeah but from that man” Peter said. “Hey don't be an asshole, a dick is a dick”

What have I done? Last Sunday I awoke with a huge hard on and felt very horny so logged on to Grindr & BBRTS but no one was around that early therefore decided to take my frustrations out on a bike ride seeing as it was such a glorious day. I had a quick wash and clean out, just in case, I looked into my wardrobe, revealing many different coloured Lycra cycling outfits - black, red and many other coloured shorts. I chose none of these and decided on my white bib shorts. I squeezed my slim 21 year old body into them, making sure they were as tight as possible and ran my hands over the silky curves of my pert ass before adjusting my cock and balls that jut out leaving no one in any doubt of my size and girth. I went outside, got on my bike and off I went. Less than half an hour into my ride is a fabulous undulating road with sweeping corners and one fast downhill section all within a cool forest. It felt great to be alive! I flew on the downhill section hitting 43 m.p.h. then just as I swooped past a big beefy fellow cyclist came a sharp right-hand corner. Suddenly the front wheel washed out under me on a swathe of gravel and I promptly hit the deck, hard, sliding some short ways further down the road until coming to a crumpled halt spread-eagled on the asphalt. Luckily the guy I just passed stopped to help me up. “Hey young fellah, you hurt?” adding, “It’s not often a young man falls at my feet, must be my lucky day!” “Just winded, I think” as he clears my bike to the side of the road just as a car comes along, as I’m still dazed I’m swept up into his big powerful black arms and carried me out of the way to the roadside layby then gently laid me on my side in the recovery position. “Stay there and catch your breath young’un” he says “Oh you have ripped a big hole in your shorts, bit of gravel rash too. I’ll get some wet wipes and clean you up.” As he goes off to his bike saying, “It may hurt but there’s no blood…yet.” On his return, he kneels in front of me his crotch right in front of my face as he’s gently cleaning my tender now throbbing ass. He’s so close I can smell his musk and the sheer size of his dick, which I swear is growing, as he cleans up my scraped butt cheek. I must admit the ministrations to my ass were hot-wired to my now rock-hard cock. “Is it that bad?” I ask thinking he is spending a lot of time cleaning me up back there. “Oh sorry young’un I got carried away…gotta open the wounds to get the grit out” He stands up and offers to help me to my feet. “Ummm looks like you’re already UP!” I know I am blushing and as a result sheepishly admit, “It felt great even if I do hurt a bit…in fact I feel sick!” I stumble to me feet, lean against the nearest tree and retch, my stomach flips a couple of times but nothing comes up. “Gosh! I now need to pee” as a sudden urge hits me and just in time I pull the front of my ripped shorts down as a bladderful of golden piss strongly arcs from my dick. As I stand and shake the last drips off I look down to notice broken packets of lube, used condoms and soggy tissues by the foot of the tree and am instantly hard as an image of orgies flash through my mind. I stand there that bit too long slowly jacking until brought back to reality with, “Ummm, shock I guess” the black guy with the deep booming voice informs me, his breath hot on my neck as his arms wrap around me again, “here let me help you out.” I instantly melted into his muscular body and felt his hard BBC press into my ass crack and it felt huge. His hands brushed both my nipples and worked his way down to my cock. He ripped away at what was left of my torn lycra shorts and cupped my exposed ass. His one finger brushed my hole. I moaned. While he was doing that I rub my hands over the thin material between my hand and his cock and marvel at the amount of precum that is already seeping through the lycra as I rub his dick to full near lycra bursting hardness. In no time I pull down his shorts to free his gorgeous thick curved cock. We kiss, hard, tongues battling with one another saliva all over my face. He broke off the kiss "Are you OK?" "Yes...... I need this" I pulled off my top as I bend down to lick the end of his cock, swirl my tongue around his fat mushroom head and tease his piss slit. His reaction was to moan out loud. When I stood up he was almost naked. We grind our bodies together all the while kissing hands exploring one another’s bodies. "I love the taste of my first black cock," I tell him Our cocks sliding against each other. He easily turns me round and bumps his cock towards my hole. Rubbing it on my hole makes me moan as I move up and down on his hardness as I was so horny for him to fuck me. He pushed me up against the tree and continued kissing. He worked his way down my neck to my chest and sucked on each nipple turning me on even more than I thought possible. I wanted to make him feel good more than anything in that moment. He bobbed down and ate my ass. No one had ever done that before. I was in heaven, moaning and pushing my ass back against his tongue. He ate my ass for about 10 minutes opening me up and getting most of his tongue right up my chute and when he turned me round and we made out and I could taste myself on him. It was sooooo hot. He slammed me against the tree and slid one, then two, three and finally four fingers in and out of my ass. Wow, my legs shook but boy it felt great I open my legs wider to give him the best access as we continue like this for what felt like forever and I was sooooo into it. The whole time his cock was rubbing copious amounts of precum in my skinned ass making it sting, wet and sticky. His cock felt so good on my ass that I spread my legs more and just then his cock head slipped in my ass about halfway. I was shocked and so was he. We hadn't used any lube and he wasn't trying to penetrate me yet, or so I thought, but there was his cock in my ass, bareback. It felt so good. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, fuck it hurt like hell but though wincing I told him, "Don't stop. Fuck me. C’mon fuck me" He pushed in hard as my sphincter gave way to the pressure, pinged then stretched further as he plunged the whole length in to his scratchy pubic hairs and with no time to adjust rapidly began pumping away. His sawing in and out threw me about like a rag doll but I hung on to the tree for support every time he bottomed out in my guts. "Oh, fuck, I'm getting close!" he says then started to gently rock his bare cock slowly in and out of my ass. I loved it. No cock had ever felt this good in my ass, I was getting barebacked and I loved it. I thought about stopping but I didn't want to. I knew it was dangerous, but it felt so great that I just kept kissing him and saying "Fuck Me. Fuck me" over and over again. It wasn't much longer before I felt him getting close to cumming, his dick swelled and felt extra hard. He started tensing up and said, "I'm going to cum, cum in your ass, bitch." I’m telling him, "Do it. Cum in me." and pulled him into me as he shot his cum in my ass. "Shit! I'm cumming ... fuck, I'm shooting right NOW." I too was also shooting, but unlike his load, my cum blew all over the forest floor. It must have been biggest load I've ever shot and even after my climax had ended his cock was still throbbing and pulsing spilling cum deep in my bowels. No time for a post fuck kiss as I get one huge shock! There’s clapping behind us, “Nice show Kyle. Heard you tested Poz the other day, he your first victim since?” Kyle’s cock was still rock hard in my ass and I felt it twitch again in response. WHAT DID HE JUST SAY? I completely froze. “So, your husband told us you finally have HIV now, congrats you’ve joined us in the brotherhood man! Good to see you’re spreading your diseased seed.” My mind was racing. ‘Shit what had I done. Is it too late? Maybe I’ll be lucky and it won’t take. They’re joking, right?’ I had just been in fantasyland, fucked by an unbelievable man with a fantastic big black cock who had cum inside me and now I find out he’s POZ? My head was about to explode and my mind was spinning fast. What should I do? Time was passing so slowly with everything that was on my mind. Kyle’s cock was still hard as a rock, his erection planted deep in my guts plugging his toxic seed making sure none could escape. I tried to move forward slowly to remove his cock from my ass but I was too up against the tree and now two other black guys were surrounding me. Oh God! What to do? The answer was made for me as a minute later their zippers were down, my head yanked down and on to another enormous cock, “Suck this, get it slippery and wet coz that’s the only lube you’re getting bro’” I was hard as fuck again and rocking back and forth getting skull fucked which in turn pushed Kyle’s cock farther inside. Now I didn’t care about the hot load inside me. I was hungry for more cock, needed more black cock. I had to keep from screaming when Kyle pulled his monster out of my ass, partly because it hurt and partly because it left me feeling so…empty. I pulled off the dick in my mouth, turned around looked Kyle straight in the eye and begged him to fuck me again. He didn’t need asking twice but I found it to be a big turn on for me and in no time at all he had that monster back inside me and was fucking me as hard and fast as he could with his full length. And I thought the previous fucking was good, man could this guy move. Getting seriously plowed by a POZ stud with a huge cock, one load in me and another on the way was the biggest aphrodisiac coz my dick was bouncing rigid spraying strands of clear precum everywhere as my head was pulled down to suck dick again. “You like this big dick fucking you?” “Mmmmm. Yes. Sir, I sure. Do.” Is all I can say with a mouthful of cock down my throat? “You heard I’m POZ?” I immediately moan, “Yes,” in response. He pushed hard into me driving his cock as deep as he could and , grabbing my hair and pulling my head back as far as he could. “You want another POZ load in that hole don’tcha?” “Yes.” “Yeah I know you do. I’m working on it young’un. I’m gonna fuck so much cum into you. Do your friends know you’re a cum slut? That’s what you are now, a dirty POZ cum slut?” He all but shouts into my ear whist all the time is driving that HIV laden cock in and out of my ass, his diseased cum filled balls slapping my ass. “You want this load? You want me to breed you? You want me to infect that ass, don’t you?” There is only one answer I can give “Yes. Yes. YES! God yes!” I wanted him to blow another load into me and keep on fucking his POZ loads until I was infected and he would just keep fucking me. “You asked for it baby boy, here it comes.” His body slammed into me again and again as he climaxed dumping shot after shot of poisoned cum into my hole. I was shaking from the thrill as I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and I could feel his cock throbbing with each heartbeat. After a moment, he pulled out with an audible plop and a flood of cum ran down my wobbly legs, he smeared his cummy dick across my scratched butt cheek then moved in front of me and ordered me to clean his dick off which I happily did. I took his dick in my mouth and sucked him clean of cum and ass juices. God did that cock taste like heaven. “Good boy young’un” was all he said satisfied that it was clean he put it away in those tight lycra shorts. "He’s all yours Jay. Won’t need any lube now, plenty of slick lubricant in that wrecked hole. Cum, the best lube ever!” I soon felt Jay’s index finger go inside me, followed by another, and yet another as he tried to stretch my hole enough to accommodate his impressive, shorter but much thicker member. "Oh man, oh baby boy, your hole is still so tight and hungry, I love how you grip my fingers despite Kyle’s hole wrecker twice fucking you good. I'm gonna love adding to your hole making you our own personal cumdump." Jay barked into my ear as he roughly fingered my hole. "I think you're ready baby boy, take a deep breath, relax and enjoy, you are so gonna be in for a bumpy ride." Jay’s fingers were ripped out of my ass, he stood as he mate thrust a bottle of poppers under my right nostril and said "Take a couple of deep breaths boy, trust me, you're gonna need all the help you can get". I breathed in the heady smell and as this warm relaxing feeling rushing over me and my hole relaxed, Jay's big cock head popped inside me and I felt my hole stretch wider than it had ever stretched before. "Ohh fuuuuck!" I groaned as he continued to slide his cock inside me and I felt my insides shift to accommodate this monstrously thick cock totally filling my no longer tight, ass. He finally was planted balls deep inside me. "Hey baby boy, I wish you could see how your hole twitches around my cock! Renton look at this, it’s sucking me in, the hungry bitch wants more" He exclaimed excitedly. He started slowly pulling his cock out of me and I could feel the rim of his cockhead pulling on my ass lips as he withdrew until only the head was in me. He pushed balls deep again and started a slow in and out sawing motion that had me trembling with pleasure, excitement, and what I can only describe as ecstasy once more. Not wanting to be left out, Renton stuffed his thick uncut cock into my mouth and I was soon gagging on his equally huge hard cock now stopping the oxygen supply that sent shivers throughout my body and I felt light headed and limp. I came to as Jay roughly slammed his cock balls deep inside me, just as Renton pulled out, his breathing quickened and his pistoning actions became erratic as he started grunting and groaning. "Fuck! I'm not gonna last any longer! I'm gonna fill you up baby! You ready?!" Jay slams his cock balls deep and holds it there deep inside me shooting bathing the walls of my ass with his red hot POZ juices. Jay collapsed on my back panting hard he eventually caught his breath and slowly pulled his huge cock out of me, leaving me with an empty feeling that needed to be filled again. "Fuck Yeah! I want that ass right now!" Renton exclaims. Renton's cock was thinner but slightly longer with a wicked curve than Jay's and instantly I felt his cock easily slide balls deep into me. That curve made a noticeable difference from the first in stroke, pressing on my prostate, making my cock just and shoot yet more precum. “Fuck Babyboy clamp those ass muscles around my big black dick!” I try my best “I love the look of your lily-white ass against my black log as it swallows it whole.” Renton says as he completely pulled his cock out and rammed back in, “Pushing all that POZ cum deeper up your ripped-up guts, making sure we knock you up good.” By this point, my young cock had been painfully hard from all the prostate stimulation making me tingle all over and my toes curl with pressure building in my balls, cum boiling ready to shoot at any moment. Renton bucks his hips hard against butt making me scream "Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" "Shoot, get rid of that useless neg load" he bellows while continuing to slam back into me and his thrusts become even more frantic and that was all it took. Cum flew from my dick, my hole spasmed erratically and gripped his cock tighter clearly pushing him over the edge and he slammed balls deep, “Pozzing your ass, your ass is mine too now Babyboy!” As I distinctly felt every blast of poison shoot from his dick. The three hugged me and Kyle growled in my ear, "Your ass is ours! From now on you're gonna want my dick, and my friends' dicks and you'll always carry us with you, coz you only get pozzed once!” Jay adds, “We’re here at this layby most nights, dusk time so when you need another fucking you know when and where to come…and when you get sick find us coz we’ll all need a potent recharge from your fresh HIV Positive white dick. Gotta keep them strains toxic!” When I got home I lay on my bed thinking about what had just happened. My cock was rock hard again, painfully hard and I don’t know what’s a matter with me? I jacked another load out, perhaps my last neg cum as I fingered my puffy hole and shot all over my now not so white bib shorts. I certainly got a fitting souvenir of a remarkable ride, one I’ll never forget.

Dad's Basement Part Thirty-Three As I sat in the passenger’s seat of Dad’s big truck, heading to Dax’s or Grandpa’s not sure what to call him yet. I thought about the last two weeks. No sex, no jerking off, nothing. I found it really hard to keep my hands off my dick, or even Dad’s dick. One night I even snuck into his bed and tried to suck off his cock while he was sleeping, only to get a smack on the back of my head. My ass got a smack on another time, when Dad caught me pulling on my cock. Dad even threatened to put me back into chastity. Dad and I were both ready for fun, but I wasn't sure exactly what kind of fun. My cock was semi hard in my jeans and by the look of Dad’s crotch so was he. Bastard knew what was about to go down. “So, where is pops place?” I asked. “Pops?” “Yeah, can't call him Dax and Grandpa doesn't sound right” I said. “Oh he is going to love that!” “Seriously Dad, where are we going” “Well, it's not to an area of town that you should go alone” Dad said, “it’s in the old industrial section” “That's where he lives” I asked “Nope, it's where he works, or does his work” he said, “you will see, just wait” “Not going to spill the beans, are ya Dad” “Nope” he said grabbing his crotch. I looked out of the truck window, watching the rundown buildings and empty lots going by. Every now and then I would see a group of women on a street corner, hookers. Hell, I saw a couple of men standing on a corner, male hookers. Dad pulled up to a gate for a fenced in lot. He honked his horn. The gate jumped and started to open. Dad drove through the gate. The gate automatically closed while we were parking. The lot was barely lite. We got out and moved toward a door with a painted warning in it. My eyes widened when I was able to make it out clearly. “WARNING: Radioactive materials stored inside.” I looked at Dad and he just shook his head and laughed. He knocked three times and paused then knocked again. I laughed, was that just a secret knock. The door opened and Dad moved through. I paused and then followed. Inside was just as lit as the parking lot. I moved quickly to catch up with my Dad that I didn't even look to see who opened the door and let us in. Dad had stopped outside another door. “You ready for this?” he asked me. “Yeah Daddy,” I said. Dad knocked on the door four times then waited. After few second he kicked it twice and then knocked. “What the fuck Dad,” I said, “secret knocks?” Before he could answer I heard locks clicking open, multiple locks. The door opened, but just enough for part of a face to be exposed. “The wind blows AIDS up my ass” Dad said. I couldn't hold it, I busted up laughing. The door slammed shut, causing Dad to turn to me and say: “Good job numb nuts” Before I could answer the door opened. The light shining inside was blinding. As my eyes adjusted, they widened. I could not believe my eyes on happening inside the large warehouse.

I found this on another site, and just had to share it with you.... I had been fantasizing about sucking a big black cock for a long time. Looking at websites and pictures on the net, mesmerized by the sight of black cock. I finally couldn't take it any longer, I decided I needed to try sucking one. I went on the web and found a sight that listed gloryholes in the area. I posted a note asking which ones were frequented by black guys and if I would be able to find black cock. After a couple of days, I received a response from a guy who pointed out two movie theatres in the area that were frequented by blacks. He assured me I would find black cock there. He knew both places and they were in black neighbourhood’s and were known as places where white guys went to suck black cock. He told me to be careful because the area was not too safe at night, but he said that once I was in the theatre, it was fine. He also gave me what seemed like a strange warning. He told me to be careful with black cock. He said that there were guys who started sucking black cock and became addicted. Once they were hooked, they started going to look for black cock anywhere they could, and would put themselves in compromising situations just to satisfy their lust. He said that there were black guys who knew this and took advantage of these black crazed cocksuckers. He told me to be careful. At the time, I thought it was a little extreme, I was not one of those guys who went out looking for sex all the time. I rarely did this, but I wanted to satisfy my fantasy and see if it was all that it was cracked up to be. One night, I decided it was time to check the place out. I waited until late at night to avoid too much traffic. The place I went to was an old movie theatre that was open all night and played straight and bi movies. I parked my car a couple of blocks down the street and walked to the theatre. There were some black guys standing outside smoking, but there didn't seem to be much action going on. I walked past them and I heard one of them snicker and say something I couldn't make out. The others smiled and glanced at me. I became embarrassed almost immediately. I remembered what the guy on the website had said, that this place was known for white guys looking to suck black cock and I thought these guys outside were thinking that about me and laughing. The feeling was strange. I was embarrassed but a little aroused at the same time. I was aroused at the thought of finally sucking a black cock, but also at the thought of these guys knowing why I was there and taking a superior attitude towards me. I walked inside and paid the entrance fee. The guy behind the counter said nothing and barely noticed me. I walked through some heavy velvet curtains and immediately saw and heard a straight porn movie. There were three guys fucking a woman silly. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could make out peoples' heads in the seats. There were only about six people sitting and watching the movie. I remembered on the webpage it had described the place and the posting had said that there were gloryholes to the right of the theatre. I walked towards the right and saw a faint red light indicating another doorway covered with heavy velvet. I walked through and down a corridor. The place was very dimly lit and I was barely able to see anything. Then I saw them, the gloryholes. There was a partition along the hallway with a small sign that said feeders and eaters, with arrows pointing to the left for the feeders and right for the eaters. I knew what I was here for, so I went to the right. There were a series of holes cut in the partition wall with small dividers separating them, kind of like a men's bathroom with urinals. There seemed to be no one around, apparently, I was the only eater. I went down the hallway and picked a hole far down where nobody could see me. I was protected by the darkness of the place. In front of each hole, there were small stools, so I sat down and waited to see what happened. I waited for what seemed like forever, but I finally heard someone walking down the other side of the hallway. My heart started pounding. I was nervous because not only was this going to be my first black cock, but I had never been in a gloryhole before. I suddenly heard someone stop in front of my hole. I am very nervous now! The hole was big enough for me to see there was someone there, but it was so dark that I couldn't make out much through the hole. As I waited in anticipation, I was startled by a low voice that suddenly said, "You ready for some dick?" I was caught off guard by this but I was immediately excited and more nervous because the voice was definitely a black guy's voice. I hesitated but, finally responded a feeble "yes". I heard a zipper go down and some ruffling of clothes. This made me even more nervous and excited, my heart was pounding! I suddenly see a large black cock start to slide through the gloryhole and point towards me. It was big and cut and semi-hard already. It must have been eight or nine inches, at least the part sticking through the hole! I just stared at it for a second. It looked hot sticking through the wall and throbbing, pointing at my face. I started to get really hot just looking at it. The voice suddenly said, "You gonna suck it or what?" This brought me out of my trance and I knew it was the moment of truth. I reached up and grabbed the hot throbbing cock in my hand and slowly started to massage it, making it harder as I did so. Then I just plunged in and did what I had come for, I opened my mouth and slid the cock in as far as it would go and started to suck it slowly, moving my mouth back and forth along the hard shaft. I knew I was doing OK because I could hear him moan, his cock was clean and he had a musky masculine smell to him. The taste of his cock immediately made my mouth water and I noticed I was starting to make slurping sounds as I sucked on his cock. I was becoming intoxicated by the taste and smell of his black cock in my mouth. I let go of his cock and got on my knees with my hands pressed against the wall. My body connected to the cock sticking through the hole only through my mouth, my head moving slowly back and forth and sliding my lips and tongue along his hard black cock shaft. The more I established a rhythm of sucking, the more I started to moan and slobber all over his cock. He started moaning louder and louder, saying, "Oh fuck yeah, suck that cock! Suck it good". I was getting hot as hell and hard as a rock, my cock straining in my pants. I started taking more of his cock into my mouth until my nose and lips were starting to touch the wall. I was in such a passion that I did not even think about the dirty wall! Now I started moaning like crazy, I was unaware of what I was doing, not realizing I was probably making a lot of noise. My mouth continued to water and saliva was now dripping out of the sides of my mouth as I furiously sucked on this black cock. I was in a trance of black cock. The sound of the guy moaning and saying, "Suck it, suck it good cocksucker. That's it. Oh yeah, don't stop", only made me hotter. I was obviously doing a good job and all I wanted at that moment was to please him and make him cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste the cum of a black cock, I wanted to feel it explode in my mouth. Suddenly, he said, "Oh fuck, take it, take it all cocksucker" and he started to cum in my mouth. I felt his cum hit the back of my throat and my tongue with force. He was cumming like crazy! I started to swallow as fast as I could, but this guy just kept cumming and it started to come out the sides of my mouth. I kept sucking feverishly and trying to swallow as much as I could. "Clean it up cocksucker, lick it clean for me", he said as I did what he asked. I was in a total state of frenzy, a feeding frenzy if you will. I wanted more black cock, I was not finished yet. As I licked his cock clean, he said, "Oh yeah, you a good cocksucker, boy. That was some good sucking. You one of them white boys that like black cock, aren't you cocksucker?" As I continued to lick his cock, I mumbled, "Yes, I love black cock." I didn't even realize what I was saying at that point, I was still mesmerized by the smell and taste of his cock and the feeling of it sliding in and out of my mouth, and all I wanted was more! "I got more black dick for you if you want it", he said. "Yes, I want more black cock", I said as I was still licking his semi-hard cock, sliding my tongue up and down the sides and wishing I could taste his balls that were stuck on the other side of the hole. "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes and I'll give you all the black cock you want." When he said this, he slid his cock back through the hole and I was left on my knees with my mouth wanting more. Still in my frenzy of cock and flushed by the new experience of sucking black cock, I got up and went to the bathroom. I had to go through the screening room to get to the bathroom, and two guys watching the movie looked over at me as I came out of the gloryhole place. They obviously knew what I had been doing, because they had probably seen the black guy walk out before me. When I reached that bathroom, I looked in the mirror and saw that I had some streaks of cum on my chin and hair, and then it struck me, I had just sucked a black guy's cock in a movie theatre and he must have cum so much and with such force that I had not even noticed the cum on my face! If I hadn't come to the bathroom, I would have walked outside like this! I started to come out of the cock haze I had been in and started to clean up. I was getting a little nervous again but all I could do was think about what I had just done. I could not get that cock out of my mind. The thought of it was making me stay hard as a rock in my pants. I was going over the scene in my head in detail, I was almost consumed with the idea of the cock I had just sucked and also confused and nervous. I had almost forgotten I had said I would meet the guy in the bathroom, and then the door to the bathroom opened. Three black guys walk in. One guy was in his late thirties or so and well built, the other two were younger, maybe late twenties or early thirties and they were all well built. "This is the cocksucker I was telling you about", said the older first guy. He was obviously the guy I had just sucked. "This bitch just sucked the hell out of my dick and wants more cock, and he loves black cock", he said with a smile on his face. I just stood there in a bit of shock. This guy had just walked into the bathroom with two other black guys and he was calling me a bitch and a cocksucker and saying I loved black cock, I couldn't believe what I had gotten myself into! "He swallowed all my nut and licked my dick clean. You should have heard this bitch moaning on my dick! We got ourselves a white cocksucker that likes black cock." They laugh as he says this. I start to get embarrassed and nervous, but my cock is rock hard. "Look at this cocksucker, his dick is hard as a rock just thinking about sucking more black cock!" "Let's give him some, then", says one of the other guys. The two younger ones start to unzip their pants and move towards me. I stay frozen in place, not sure what to do, but the sight of their cocks dangling in the air and walking towards me is mesmerizing. I can't take my eyes off them. They dangle obscenely in from of me, large and throbbing, two black cocks ready for sucking. "Let's go, bitch, start sucking", says one of them. I just drop to my knees in front of them and grab one cock in each hand. As I lick one of them, I massage the other with my hand. I trade off from one to the other, licking the heads and the shafts of their cocks until I start to suck them in turn. I notice that one of the guys I'm sucking has huge balls and I think of the amount of cum that they must hold. I raise his cock up and begin to lick and suck at his ball sack. They are both moaning and making lewd comments about me. The older guy is just watching and smiling. "Suck that dick, cocksucker. Suck it good, bitch. Eat that black dick!" as they get hotter at the feeling of my sucking, they begin to grab my head by the hair and pull my head towards them, forcing me to take more of their cocks, guiding me from one cock to the next. As I suck one cock deep, the other one is rubbed across my face and placed on my head, resting there like some sort of obscene hat, the balls pressing against the side of my face and my ear. They two guys I'm sucking are laughing at the sight of this, "Look at this cocksucking bitch! You love black dick all over you, don't you, bitch? Look at me when I talk to you cocksucker!" I look up at them with a cock still in my mouth and they laugh at the sight. "You love black dick, don't you?" as I try to answer, the one asking presses my head towards his cock and all I can manage is a moan. They laugh more. I am now switching from one cock to the other, saliva and precum all over my face, neck and hair. I am impregnated with the smell of their cocks and balls all over me. I suck and moan furiously from one cock to the next, back in my cock daze and wanting them to come in my mouth and on my face. As I suck on their huge cocks, I massage their balls with my hands, one on each ball sack, I can feel them boiling up to the braking point and know they are going to cum all over me like crazy. "Oh fuck, swallow that cum, bitch", says the one who is in my mouth as he explodes. I try to swallow all I can as he keeps cumming. He pulls out of my mouth and as I go to suck the other one, the one with the really big balls, cum drips out of my mouth and down my chin, a trail of cum hangs from the tip of his cock to the side of my face when I take the other one in my mouth. I start to suck hard, wanting him to cum also. While I suck, the one who just came smears the side of my face with the leftover cum from his cock. I'm covered in cum now. "Look at that cocksucker. This bitch is hungry for black cock, can't get enough cum. You nasty ass bitch full of cum on your face!" He slaps my face with his cock as he says this. I just close my eyes and keep sucking the second cock, waiting for the eruption of cum from those huge balls. "You want my nut, bitch?", asks the second one. "Mmmmm, mmmm", is all I can manage as I suck and look up at his face. I can feel his balls shifting in my hand and I know he is getting ready to cum. I suck as hard as I can. "I'm gonna fill you with cum, faggot! Eat it all, bitch. Ahhhhh!", he says as he cums glob after glob in my mouth. He pushes my head back and takes his cock out of my mouth and continues to shoot loads of cum on my face. I open my mouth but he shoots past it so that I am hit by hot and thick strings of cum across my face, from my forehead to my chin. "Lick it up cocksucker. Man, you was right, this bitch is a real cocksucking faggot. You love black dick, don't you, faggot?" when I don't answer, he pulls my head back by my hair. "I said, you love black dick, don't you faggot?" "Yes, sir, I love black cock", I respond feebly. They laugh as I continue to suck and lick and clean up all the cum on their cocks. The older guy, who has been watching this spectacle all along says, "I told you this bitch was a real cocksucker. Look at his pants!" They all look down, including me, and realize I've creamed my pants, a huge cum stain emanating from my crotch area. "Damn! This bitch gets off from sucking dick and eating cum and he didn't even touch himself!" says one of the younger ones. "That's the sign of a true cocksucker" comments the older one. "I told you we found ourselves a real cocksucker, a white boy that loves the taste of black cock in his mouth! This bitch can't get enough black cock now." They laugh again. I am left embarrassed and exhausted, kneeling on the floor of a bathroom, covered in the cum of three black men. As I try to wipe some of the cum from my face, I remember the warning the internet guy gave me about black cock.

So we sat back, had a few drinks and got to tell each other of our personal passions. I said, I had waited for several years for this moment and thanks to Joe and his camera I can enjoy this moment over and over again. Joe said 'You know I want to make my contribution to your moment as well. You know I am just as toxic as Lucas and in fact, have the same strain that you are getting from him" I said, I would be disappointed if Joe didn't get his loads in. Lucas interjected that he would do another good deep seeding before he let another breeder get in my ass, as he wanted to be sure he was the one that got me first. Lucas told me that since he had started keeping track, he had infected 16 men that he could document but many of them just came for a visit, got bred, and left without any follow up with test results so he could not be sure he could put a notch in his cock ring for those. So after about 30 minutes of conversation, Lucas got his cock back up and was ready to mount me again. So we put our cocktails down and scurried off to the bedroom, got my feet in the air so he could get on top and get his cock in the deepest in that position. I locked my heels behind his neck and he trust that big uncut cock balls deep where he pounded my ass for a good strong 10 to 12 minutes. meanwhile Joe planted his asshole over my mouth so I could lick his balls and tongue his ass to add to the excitement of getting bred. Lucas announced that he was going to shoot another toxic load in my guts and went from stroking to seriously pounding my ass. It was exhilarating to feel those big balls so violently smashing into my ass crack as he tried to drive that big cock into my lungs from the back side. I clamped my heels tight around his neck and tried to swallow his nuts with my asshole. I felt him pulsing and slamming as I know he shot several long ropes of cum again deep into my hungry ass. He kept stroking till his cock simply fell out of my ass and he slumped onto me and I released my heel grip from his neck. We were both totally soaked from sweat and it smelled so good. after regaining our breath, he rolled over to beside me on the bed and said, "If you're not converted now, you never will be." I replied, "I'm sure you've got the job done but we have a few more days to make sure, just in case." Joe, now with his ass properly rimmed and cock throbbing from the breeding he just watch, said "I'm going to contribute to those loads already in your ass now, I've waited long enough" to be continued

Moderator's Note: If you have trouble reading this with the white background, I posted a copy without it in the comments. Please leave your votes for Toon on this post. We probably all know that one of the rules when you become an adult is that you're going to have to do a bunch of stuff you don't want to do. And if you care about people, you'll be giving rides to the airport, dog-sitting and helping move furniture. Somewhere around the age of 26 is when I decided that favors for people were taking up all my free time.I stopped saying "yes" so much. I couldn't help but feel sorry for my fiend Troy. He was a good guy with a lot of health issues. He had the worst insurance in the world, and so his doctors were always far out of the way. I once drove him to a little clinic way over in a crummy suburb I'd never been to before. I got so lost. We found the little clinic in an almost empty strip mall. "Are you sure this the right place?" Yeah. It looks just shitty enough to be where I'd be sent,' Troy said with a sigh. "This will maybe take a long time...did you bring your sketchbook or something?" "It's under the seat - like always." "OK. Good. They have to do some x-rays on my lower spine. It will take forever." "Well, draw a graphic novel then. I owe you dinner tonight." He left me alone and walked in the front door. It was a mid-September day with cloudy, rainy weather. I was just going to just stay in the car and draw there, but this defunct neighborhood was just the kind of place I liked to explore. There's something about urban decay that I find comforting. Like I mentioned, the strip mall was mostly empty and trashy. There was a closed mattress store, a closed bridal shop, a closed dentist office, and a few empty places with no sign to indicate what they'd once been. The nail salon was still open and so was the Scientology place on the corner. I'd only heard bad things about the "religion", but I was curious to look in the glass and see what they did in there. I only saw a brightly-lit office and one woman hunched over a desk full of forms.She noticed me standing there and made a 'come on in' gesture with her index finger. Fuck that! I moved away fast. Next to this mess of a mall was an old abandoned brick building. It may have been a school or an orphanage. Time and no care had let huge weeds and long climbing ivy obscured most of this place. I always want to go inside and explore places like this, but was afraid of falling through a rotted floor or getting bit by a snake. So I usually just appreciated the decay from a safe distance. Behind the forgotten building was a little empty lot that may have been a park or a courtyard at one time long ago. Now it was overgrown and littered with fast food trash, beer cans and assorted unnameable junk. There was a concrete slab that would be a nice place to sit. So I did. I used a felt-tip black pen as a bookmark in my sketchbook, but hadn't put the cap on tight enough. Shit! No it would be dry and not make the good clean lines I liked. There probably wasn't an office supply store anywhere near here either. Across from the weedy area was a run-down apartment complex -- like one of the smelly little places I lived in during college. It might even be Section 8. My heart went out to the people who had to live in places like this. Life had let them down. It was two stories tall with a long balcony that went the entire length of the second floor. I saw one 30-something guy walking up the stairs carrying a plastic bag of groceries. He lived in the middle of the second floor. I think he saw me sitting in this odd place where nobody came to hang out. He was likely curious, but just went inside and closed his door. Alone once more, I opened the sketchbook and wanted to continue work on a graphic novel about a boy with a pet demon. But my damn pen was mostly wasted and sputtering out. Damn! I'd just do some doodles for as long as I could. It was interesting to draw with a pen that a mind of its own. I followed the streaky, gray lines where they wanted to go. It engrossed me for a while...but then I looked up and saw the guy again. He was leaning over his balcony wearing nothing but a pair of those gray cotton shorts, and staring at me directly. I nodded 'hello' and he did the same. The stare-down continued. He rubbed his left nipple very casually. He was pretty hairy and reminded me of somebody. Who? A porn star maybe? He then rubbed his crotch in a non-casual way. Wow. Was he trying to pick me up? This stranger? I was intrigued, but I had a friend next door getting x-rays and I had no time for any weirdness. It would make for a nice fantasy later, but not today. I resumed drawing with my crappy pen. And then I felt a drop of rain. Shit. This was an unlucky day. It fell a little faster and I needed to find cover. I crossed over to the apartment building and stood underneath the balcony. There was a random plastic chair out front and I sat there. I'd forgotten about the crotch-grabber. The goddamn rain picked up force. I sat and tried to sketch. The pen was fickle and wouldn't let me draw the way I wanted. It wasn't so bad, really. Maybe I could patent an unpredictable pen that made its own lines and you just had to go with it. It made you slow down and be mindful of an image that wanted to exist. I pondered this for a second and noticed a used condom on the concrete near my feet. It looked pretty full of spunk. I had a friend who used to pick up discarded rubbers and use the contents to beat off. I was not that hard-core. I wondered if...Uh oh. I had company. The balcony dude was standing right next to me. "Never seen you around here before." He was wearing nothing but the shorts...and most likely no underwear. I could see the full outline of his large, cut dick. He was very hairy. "I'm loitering. Sorry. My friend is over at the Grove clinic getting his back x-rayed." "Boyfriend? Lover" He had dark blonde hair that almost touched his shoulders, and a full beard. His feet were bare and a little dirty. "What? No. He is a good friend with a bad spine." "Yeah. My back is bad too. I could really use a massage. Want to give me one? I live right upstairs." That seemed kind of abrupt. He didn't even know me. It was almost like the awkward script of an old porn movie. Was he joking? I looked up into his eyes. They were brown with specks of yellow and green. "Nah. I'm only killing time until his appointment is done." The rain got heavier. "God, I'm glad this isn't snow. I love the feel of rain." He stepped out from under the balcony and let the rain soak him. "So nice!" I just watched. His flimsy shorts were nearly transparent at this point. What a bear of a man! Wow. I guess he noticed my stare. "You sure you can't spare a minute to give me a quick rub?" I felt that coiled snake of lust rearing up inside me. This was a hot guy...in a dirty kind of way. "Maybe just for a little bit." He wasted no time in pulling me up the concrete stairs and to his apartment. It was a small studio with a futon and a TV...and not much else. "Welcome to Casa Leo!" He stripped off his wet shorts and stood there naked before I even had a chance to sit down. His bulge hadn't lied. He was HUGE. Wow, Leo. You're not shy, are you?" "Not around friends I'm not. Want a beer? You don't seem like a beer drinker, but that's all I have." "Sure. I'll have a beer with you." "It's the cheap stuff, but it's cold. Turn on the TV if you want." Other people's remote controls confused me when they looked different than mine. I'd just let him do it. "What do you want to watch? Do you have cable here?" ""Yeah, dude," he said as he brought me a can of 'Milwaulee's Best'. "I live in the same century you do." "I'm just so used to my remote, and wouldn't want to screw anything up your system." "Forget cable. I have this video a buddy lent me. You'll like it." "I don't think I can stay long enough to watch a whole movie, Leo." "I'll just find my favorite scene to show you." He clicked a few buttons and then there was a full-out porn movie showing. Guys. Gay porn. He immediately started rewinding it and I saw sped-up, backwards dicks and asses and cum. He found the scene he wanted to show me. It was two butch guys locked in a passionate kiss. The smaller guy started sucking the larger guy. It all looked familiar. I'd seen stuff like this before. The generic blow-job was followed by the big guy fucking the other one....but with NO CONDOM! Shit! Was this real? I hadn't seen a condom-less video since the first one I ever watched -- years ago. Leo expertly handled the remote and rewound the tape to the scene he liked. It was two bald guys The bigger guy had a goatee and was fucking the smaller guy, missionary style. I'd never had butt sex with a man, but I knew this was the position I'd want to be in if it ever happened. The "actors" were probably in their early 20's. Leo pressed pause. "Look at the tattoos on that top guy." I studied the stopped scene and saw the big guy had a scorpion on his left shoulder and a plus sign on his right shoulder. Oh. Cool." I knew what the plus sign meant. "Yeah. I want to get one of those, but quality tats are expensive. Where do you think I should get one? I kinda want a scorpion right here..." He stood up and pointed to his lower stomach. He was getting a hard-on. "Yeah, that would be good, but you'd have to trim some fur for anyone to see it." "Forget that. It grows too fast. I'd spend a fortune on razor blades." He returned to his seat, but spun in a way that the head of his dick brushed my cheek for a second. "Oops. Sorry." He hit 'play' and the gay fucking continued before our eyes. Leo turned up the volume. These guys were very verbal: "You want my dirty load, Boy?" "Yeah! Give it to me! Poz me up!" "It's coming...YEAH! Here it is!! FUCK!!!" Then the top's thrusting buttocks became still. The camera moved in on the bottom's hole. You could see white cum leaking out. Well. OK. "Did you like that?" I finished my beer and saw that his dick was fully hard, rising like a cobra from his lap. "Well, I see you did. Can I get another beer?" "Sure. Help yourself while I fold out the futon. You promised me a back rub.. remember?" I went to his tiny kitchen and fetched another beer from his fridge. I lingered a bit because I didn't want to just be standing there while he made his bed. I looked around the kitchen and I could tell me wasn't much of a cook, because the range looked brand new and untouched. "Where are you? Did you get lost?" I came back into the main room and saw that he had simply unfolded the futon...no sheets, pillows or anything.. It was just naked Leo laying there on a bare futon, stroking his dick. "That was quick." "Hey--you're pressed for time, remember?" He yanked himself randomly and told me to take my clothes off. I did, and rolled onto his stomach. "Start on my shoulders and move down the middle, Go as rough as you want, but then go easier when you get to my lower back. That's where I have the worst pain." I had a severe erection as I looked at his big body. His back was broad and strong, but not rippled with gym muscles. The back of a common working man. So nice. I tried to knead his flesh from the side of the futon, but that was awkward and damn near impossible. "No, dude...Climb on the bed and work from there." I did as told. I'd never given a massage before, but I went on instinct. Turns out I was a natural. My fingers knew just where the sore spots were and how to coax the painful knots out. Some of the most famous artists in history used to dissect cadavers to study muscular structure. Their ghosts guided me as I dug my fingers deeper. Leo groaned with pleasure. "Damn! You're good! You could do this for a living.Move down the middle of my back now." The bumps on his spine weren't visible, but I could see them in my head. I worked my slowly down each bone there. Leo continued to moan agreeably. "GOD! That feels so perfect. Remember to go easy on the lower part." Well, I had to. He had a large patch of hair right above his round ass. I didn't want to pull the hair so I just gently used my fingertips to push and touch like I was playing a very fragile piano. More groans. "What do you for a living, Leo?" "I deliver bread. I lift shit and then spend a bunch of time driving, and then lift some more." "I think you might need to see a professional." "I already am. You. This the best I've felt in weeks. Leave your number. I'll pay you in beer or ...other things." "I definitely will." "Good," he said as he rolled over onto his back with a long, hard boner. "Think you do that to my feet?" I got down from the bed and arranged myself at the end. The rain had cleaned his feet somewhat, but there was still some dirt. But no smell. I worked every inch of his bare soles with the skill I instinctively had used on his back. "GODDAMN! That feels so good! Nobody has ever touched my feet before! For sure leave your number...you've got magic hands, my friend." He was still masturbating. And looking at me like I was a steak. "Oh, the things I would with you if we had more time." "Like what?" "Well...you could massage this for starters," he said as he gripped his dick. "I want to do that, Leo." "Good. Use your hands or mouth or whatever you want to." He grinned. I wanted this.I wanted this man and that dick so much. My groin was painful at this point. I thought about trying to use my hands, but my mouth wanted that tool of his in my mouth. I just climbed back on the bed and immediately started blowing him. I'd never done this before, but my horny brain didn't need past experience. I took it so deep down my throat, past the gag reflex and beyond. 'Whoa, whoa whoa. I don't want to waste a load in your mouth. Hold back. Open your eyes and clear your head for a second.." I somehow knew where this day would end. "We're at a dangerous point right now, little artist kid. I have HIV. Anything we do from here has to be requested by you. Understand?" I drew up next to him and spoke in as clear a voice as I could manage: "My request is that you take over and listen to no more of my requests." "Wow. I didn't expect that. Or maybe I did. Are you absolutely sure?" "Yes." "Okay. That 'yes' just sealed the deal. Get ready......" He reached under the bed and produced a black tube of 'personal lubricant'. He squirted out a generous amount of the goo onto his hand and massaged it all over his giant red dick.And then he worked a few of the oily globs into my ass. I could feel myself melt into the dirty futon. I wanted this despite everything. This would be okay. This would be excellent. "Are you awake? Sorry, but it looked like you were drifting away." "No. That felt good. And beer makes me relaxed, I guess." "Good. Me too. You REALLY need to relax now." "Oh, I am." "No. I mean, Yes. Relax your mind and relax your insides too. My guess is that you've never done this before. It's going to probably rip you in half. I'll keep the lube near in case you need more." "OK, Leo. I live in the same century as you." "Whatever you say. I am close to cumming...and there's no going back once I do that." I said nothing. God I wanted to be fucked...even if it was a bad idea and I had no idea what it was all about. He got on top of me and put his full weight down. That felt nice. And then his mouth was on mine which was even nicer. My first kiss from a man. In the movies, you never see all the spit that results from prolonged kissing. I had his drool all over my chin, and he had mine soaking his beard. I kept melting...depper and deeper. I was riding a wave of pleasure sent from heaven when Leo's dick prodded my hole. "Relax" I told myself. This would be a good hurt. He got the head past my opening, and I was pretty sure I was going to die. OW! I wanted to get away out from under him and suggest we try again later. No. This was not going to happen now. But he kept pushing in. "No going back. You gave your consent." "No! Not now!" "Yeah...let me breed you...relax...yeah...." He continued talking in incomplete sentences as I kept trying to push him off. But was too big and too heavy, and kept thrusting. I think he hit the end of my ass or something because there was nowhere else for him to go inside of me. The pain was bad, but it wasn't at the front of my brain. This hot man's contaminated dick was all I thought about. He would impregnate me. Soon. "You like it now?" He could read me. "You like this now?" "Oh yeah...seed me. Give me your load." It excited him to hear that and he started pumping like a maniac. He paused for a few seconds and then resumed. "SHIT! I should have told you, but I already came. I'm just getting it worked in good and deep now. You like that?" More than anything! He climbed off of me and I felt weightless. He lied next to me and panted. His dick had blood on it. We'd probably ruined his sad futon. "I didn't know I'd bleed on your bed like this. I'm sorry." He sighed and said, "No worries, Babe. I was going to dump this in the alley soon anyway. You can help me pick out a new one later." "Later?" "Well, yeah. You're mine now. You're my new lover. Didn't you know? You're ruined for everyone else. Your magic wishes have all been spent." I could listen to him talk like that forever, but I needed to get dressed and go meet Troy at the clinic. Shit! How long had I been here? I tore a page out of my sketchbook and wrote my full name and numbers I could be reached at. I left it on top of his TV. "Bye, Leo. Call me later if you want. And....thank you." "I'll call you tonight after I have a good long sleep. I go to work at 3 AM. I'll see you tomorrow." Tomorrow? He kept his word and called me that night -- and every night. I went to his place and he came to mine. I later payed for his scorpion tattoo to celebrate my first positive HIV test and the fact that we lived with each other. We adored each other and enjoyed our flesh together. The End.

I got to Sunday’s Cycle sportive early just so I can check out the guys standing around in their skin-tight lycra. I don’t know where some guys hide their cock and balls as absolutely nothing shows, whilst others proudly exhibit their big fat dicks and cum laden balls. I continue scanning the cyclists searching for those that make a show and then spy two guys deep in conversation; both resplendent in their pale blue Italia team Castelli spandex gear (the ones with the Scorpion logo) that certainly left nothing to the imagination with every ripped muscle and impressive bulge showing. I was mesmerised not only by their obvious big cocks but one had tattoos and piercings, both tits and it looked like his cock was too. Fuck, I’m instantly horny as hell making my own cock swells up and begins to strain the gossamer thin fabric of my bib shorts. Shit! The non-pierced one has seen me staring, nudges his mate and now they are both looking at me, they nod and smile…embarrassed I nod back and scoot off for the start line. A few miles in to the ride a group of about two dozen get to a major junction and have to stop due to traffic and unclip; from behind someone nudges my butt, “Oops sorry” but the hand is still there and a finger traces the curve of my buttock followed by a barely discernible “A fine ass Mr. Peachy, like forbidden fruit, ripe for plucking.” Did I just imagine that? Blushing at the thought I turn to see Mr. Piercings grinning at me…. there’s a break in the traffic and off we go again. 25 miles in to the 100 miler I pull in to the first feed station and as I grab a handful of pick-me-up jells, some sweets and an energy drink I can’t help but notice the two Italia guys are there too. Before resuming my ride, I join the queue for the toilet and when my turn comes low and behold the unpierced guy is standing next to me at the two urinals. He heaves his shaved cock and balls out and I can’t help but take a look as he openly strokes himself to full hardness, but it’s not only his size that I’m drawn to but what looks to be a large red cross tattoo at the base of his penis. I struggle to pee but finally manage it, put my dick away and get out as quick as I can. During the next 25 miles, all I can think about is his hard cock and tattoo… The next feed station is in a field opposite some empty farm buildings where I stop and take my food supplies. As I stand warming in the mid-morning sunshine I’m grabbed by the non-pierced guy, “Follow me round the back here, there’s a toilet and I’ve got the key!” Trance like I follow. Once locked in the tiny cubicle we didn’t speak, our lips locked tongues exploring each other’s mouth, his hands and fingers working over my body, I couldn’t resist to what he was doing to me thinking only with my dick and not my head. As he works my nips with one hand he’s unzipping my top with the other and slips it off my shoulders. In no time my bib short straps are rolled off my shoulders too and pulled fully down leaving my cock and ass free for him to hold and explore. Somehow he squeezes himself on the floor spins me round and rubs and kneads my ass cheeks, kissing my neck, shoulders, back then pulls my pert buttocks apart and dives in for my winking hole. Breathing hard I’m moaning out loud as he lubes my hole with spit as he alternatively rims and finger fucks me. “Oh, oh, ummmm, yeah!” I wail in ecstasy at his ministrations. Coaxing me for permission he asks, “You like that stud? Feels good for you? I’d like to put my dick in there…..” To each question All I can answer is “mmmmm” probed and licked into agreement and as he bends me forwards his powerful legs push mine apart as best he can with my shorts still around my ankles! Simultaneously his cock nudges my hole and with one long deep thrust is balls deep in. “Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” I scream in shock, resistance was not an option, I was hurting yet still wanting that big cock. He gives my tits a hard squeeze and my ass opens up nicely for him, allowing him to pile drive my hole making the toilet door bang to the rhythm of his fuck actions. “Yeah, oh yeah” I coo in both pain and pleasure though now my hole is making wet fart sound…surely he hasn’t cum yet? No matter what my pussy is much slicker now allowing me to push back against each forward thrust getting all the pleasure from his long cock. His “Uhh, uhhh, UHHHH’s” grew louder with each frantic lunge in my cunt. He grips my hips, make one final grand slam up my ass, kisses my neck and whispers in my ear, “Cumming” As he still pumps his hard cock in and out of my sloppy hole there’s a bang on the door, a key inserted and the door unlocked. Pierced guy is standing there, cock out, hard with a long strand of pre-cum hanging right down to the floor from his piercing. I can’t help myself but lean forward and lick the sweet salty goo from his cock head. Still pinned from behind I can’t move as he slides his whole shaft through my wide-open lips and down my rapacious gullet, stabbing in and out a few times before announcing, “My turn” Cum ran down my legs when his mate pulled out and grabbed some toilet paper to clean himself up, it’s only then we all notice pink streaked semen on the paper. “Shit! I’m bleeding!” “That’s normal for us, don’t worry about it, it’ll just act as lubricant for our nuclear sperm to marinate in your fertile cunt fellah.” I guess letting me know I had just taken my first known lethal Poz injection. Swinging his thick 8” in front of me smearing my face and lips with his juices “you want this?” With the damage done I nod, reach out and pull on his tit ring making him moan out loud and his cock jerk emitting more dangerous fluids and before I can get to it he’s spits in his hand, rubs the spittle over his shaft, turns me round, forcibly pushes me down so I have to grab the toilet seat for support. He rubs his POZ cock in my ass crack and rams it home until his full balls slap my ass cheeks. I grimace in pain despite the previous fucking, cum and blood to ease the way, I’m breathing hard, his hands gipping my hips so hard his nails are digging in holding me in place as his thick steel hard cock repeated impales my ravaged hole. “Fucking the shit out of you, gonna fill with cum, my POZ babies are gonna be flooding you guts real soon” Rocking back and forth on his hard shaft, I shout “Yeah, give it to me!” Fully skewered on one final thrust he bellows, “Take my charged load” as his dangerous cargo pumps into my bruised and torn pussy with each onslaught. Panting hard, still bent over, he pulls out stuffs his cock back in his shorts and the two march off. By the time I get back to my bike it is the only one left there, I hop on, cum leaking out into my shorts seat pad I ride off in to the distance inhaling the crisp autumn air, listen to the rustling of the leaves on the light breeze as the birds freely chirrup in the trees. All was right in the World.

I keep remembering this one story from Sunday School. It was about God creating a rainbow after the big flood he caused to signify that he would never kill all the people again...or something like that. The whole Noah's Ark story never seemed credible to me -- even at the age of five. Later on, in grade school science, I learned about the spectrum of light. I found out how rainbows were actually made by the sun and rain. It's just weather. Fast forward to my college years, and everybody was trying to claim ownership of rainbows. Jesse Jackson's Rainbow Coalition was first. Then Greenpeace used it and all the silly girls in my co-ed dorm had rainbow posters of some sort -- sometimes in combination with unicorns for whatever reason. By the time I graduated and moved to a big city, the gays had adopted it. I'd see houses with rainbow flags and think "Gay people live there", or see a rainbow sticker on a car and think "That's a gay driver". It seemed kind of silly to me. I never once felt the urge to identify with a rainbow, My friend Josh did, though. He was a new pal who lived in my apartment building. He walked right up to me as I was moving in and decided to know me. He had one of those old "SILENCE = DEATH" t-shirts. Oh my God, did he ever go for the whole rainbow thing. Rainbow-striped wrist bands, necklaces, shirts and stickers. He was about ten years older than I was, but I kind of figured he had been in the closet for many years and eventually decided to come out of it blazing with color. If I'd been a better friend, I would have asked about this. I was just so into my own new life and my new job. I hadn't "officially" come out yet, but I knew what I was. Who I was. I just didn't feel the need to tell the world yet. Josh and I liked some of the same TV shows ('Twin Peaks', 'Brady Bunch' reruns) and we liked to get stoned. His schedule was always an unknown because he liked to disappear into the night and have his own adventures. I never went with him even though he had invited me many times. I didn't want him to know how inexperienced I was. My goal was to be cool at all times. Or at least seem cool. The reality was that I was scared shitless. I had no idea how to 'cruise' or how to act in a gay bar. So Josh would go so his thing and come tell me about what he'd seen and what he'd done. He haunted the nastiest bars and a few bath house. I'd get home from work and he'd already be waiting by my door. "Oh my God! You should have been at Caspar's last night! They lost electricity and the whole place went dark. Bad wiring or something. But anyway...guys started an orgy in the dark. I was somewhere in the pile, sucking and getting fucked. No idea what they looked like, but some of those dicks were HUGE! I'm still sore today.The baths weren't all that interesting. I need to take you on the weekend sometime." "I don't take showers in front of strangers, Josh." "That's not the point, Virgin Boy! You go to see naked men and suck some dick. By the way--- I'm taking it easy tonight and watching TV. Want to come over and watch a bad movie? I recorded some damn thing that looks so laughably awful. Eight?" "Sure. Want me to bring anything?" "No. I got the baking goods and a bottle of some kind of booze I stole from the dark bar last night." "Sounds good. I'll see you later." Oh, what the Hell. It was Friday night.I could get blitzed with Josh and be recovered by the time the weekend ended. After a long shower and a phone call to my parents back home, I headed over to Josh's place. I never put on cologne just to hang out with him. I had a large collection of cologne and aftershave because that's what people always gave me for birthdays and Christmas. I tried a few, but I didn't want to "that guy", you know? It gave a message when you smelled like something (good or bad). I was unconventionally neutral in everything I did or said. I knocked on his door and he answered it right away. "You're a little early! Good! I feel much better now. Peppy, even. I might even go out tonight.You are invited, if you can get over your commitment to bachelorhood." The movie Josh had taped was some piece of crap from the 80's called "Summer Job". It was so bad, that making fun of it was pointless. Josh turned it off and refilled my glass of what I think was whiskey and Coke. We sipped and chatted randomly. "So. I heard Spike was back in town. I wouldn't normally go out when he's around, but he knows I won't do anything with him. He backs away from me." "Who is Spike. Where is he from? Is that his real name?" "No, Stupid. It's what he's known as. He is,like, some 40 year old guy who wears a totally bizarre cock piercing.It used to be just little nubs on a stainless steel ball at the end of his big dick. That was bad enough, but then he got an upgrade or something and the metal had actual pointed spikes on it. He would rip into bottoms until they were unable to walk. And he's HIV+..so of course he spreads it around. The last I heard, he got an even more severe ring. God only knows what that looks like. He's back in town for the end of the Summer I guess. Whatever. I'm not afraid of him. He's not all that imposing...just sneaky. I'm going to the bath on Main. I'm curious about what he looks like and what he's up to. Can't believe he's not dead already." "Damn, Josh. You need a hobby -- like knitting or something." He lit up a second joint and talked nonsense I sat on the floor and thought about things..about Spike. He sounded positively evil. What was his issue? I let images and ideas enter my brain that I shouldn't have. What did he look like? How big was his dick? I wanted at least a glimpse of it. Did he do it on purpose, infecting guys with AIDS, converting men? Why? "What time are you going, Josh?" "Not for a few hours. Why?" "Can I go with you?" pause "Really? I can't believe it! Oh yes. We can go to Derby for a drink first. But I need to dress you." "Huh?" "You have to look cool, but also ready to get naked. It's not an easy look. Let's go to your place and I'll pick things out for you." The second we got into my apartment, Josh went straight to my bedroom and started going through my closet."Oh! You have some good stuff I've never seen you wear! But it's all so preppy. Do you have shorts? T-shirts? Jock stuff?" "It's almost Fall, Josh." "Not the issue, babe." He started raiding my dresser and examining everything. "Well?" "This. And this. We need to find something for you to wear on your feet." He handed me a scruffy old concert t-shirt and a pair of black swim trunks. ?? "I don't suppose you have sandals?" "Hell no. I don't want people seeing my toes. They're gross.All feet are gross." "Never mind. I've got a pair you can borrow. It looks like we both wear the same size. I'll be right back." "This is dumb." "I need you to stop whining soon. As much as I like your company, I can't handle the griping just now." He left and arrived again a few minutes later, dressed in his casual 'cruising' outfit. He handed me the sandals. "Thanks, And I'm not griping, but why am I gonna wear swim trunks instead of shorts.?" "Because your shorts are the long and baggy kind you kids seem to like." And so we left and went to a little dive bar called Derby. I got carded like I did everywhere, but Josh knew everybody and was treated like a semi-celebrity. We sat at an empty table. "You seem to know everybody." "In a biblical way! So why did you suddenly want to come out tonight? We never go out together." "I felt like I needed to see this Spike guy." "Uh huh. I should have guessed...you were a little too curious about him. I sensed you were a chaser." "A what?" "HIV has become appealing to a certain type of guy. They find it erotic. It's not your fault, but it's a flawed fetish in my opinion. If you wanted to be converted, why didn't you just ask me to fuck you?" "You're HIV+?" "Like you didn't know. But Spike is not the one you want. I might have made him too pornographically pleasing with my description. He's not for you." I studied my drink and did some thinking. Josh was right. I did find the idea of getting a disease from a dominant man a little hot. A lot hot. "It's cold in here," I said realizing how much bare skin I was exposing. "We'll have a few shots and that'll warm you up." Josh left to fetch them as I toyed with the idea of just going home. He returned with four shot glasses of something. "What's this?" "Top shelf rum. Free. Barry owes me. And here." He handed me a matchbook with a phone number and the name 'Thom' scribbled on it. "Why did you give me this?" A guy at the bar wanted me to give it to you. He's been eyeing you since we got here I guess." I looked over, but it was too crowded now for me to even see the bar. I had no pockets to put the matches in. It seemed like a souvenir I'd want some day. I downed the shots and did indeed feel warmer. "Okay. It's probably time to heads out? You ready? Be sure." "Yes. Let's go." Josh was driving and I wondered about his motor skills at this point. He drove well enough, and we arrived in one of the trashier parts of town. People got shot in this area. "OK. Try to act like you've been here a million times. Stay close behind me and I'll get us in and into a room." "Like a hotel room?" He laughed. "Uh...not quite. Just be cool and don't look scared or you'll be eaten alive." The front door had one of those security locks and wouldn't open until the inside guy saw that you were okay. Everybody knew Josh and we got inside. I heard music and smelled steam. And men. I smelled men. Josh forked over some cash and the guy at the desk handed him an armload of towels..and some keys. I wish I could describe what I was feeling, but I didn't have words. I followed Josh as instructed and he led us through some saloon doors. It was so dark. I wasn't afraid of the dark so much as I was humbled by it. It was a long hallway with lockers on one side and doors on the other. I just followed Josh closer and let my eyes adjust. We got to a door and his keys opened it. It was like a bunk at Summer camp...or prison. Solitary confinement. There was a little more light in here. "I got you a separate room just in case you meet someone -- not Spike -- and want to get it on. I'll keep it, but you have to bring the guy to me before I let you have it. Sorry to be such a mom, but you need one right now." "Thanks." "Now take off your clothes, but keep the sandals on. Some guys walk barefoot, but there's too much fungus on these floors.You can wrap the towel around your waist, but that will make you look new or ashamed of your dick. I always just fling it over my shoulder. Get nude." So I stripped and that made me feel weird. I'd never been naked in front of Josh. Or anyone. He stripped too. His dick was a little bigger than mine. He was pretty hairless, as was I. "Stay close and I'll show you around. There are two bars in here. The drinks are super expensive, but pretty strong. I know the bartenders, and can probably score a few free shots. Let's do that first. Really need to lose that scared look. I'm serious." I decided to just be exposed with the towel over my shoulder. The first area we went too was just a big crowd of men in a music-filled room. It reminded me of a 'mixer' like we'd had in high school--except everyone was bare-assed. Some very pretty men and some older non-pretty men. Mostly white. Muscles everywhere. Josh grabbed my hand and led me to where the bar was.God, I hated the music. Did they expect naked men to dance? Penises flopping back and forth? I couldn't imagine it. We settled near the bar and Josh expertly chatted up the bartender who looked like a retired porn star from the 70's. He was clearly a gym man, a lifter. As he and Josh were chatting, he stared me up and down and let a slight grin light on his face. He motioned me over to where he was gossiping with Josh. "Welcome to the dark side, kid. Josh tells me you're cool. Have a drink with us." "Thanks, man." "Doesn't he have a nice dick, Steve?" He looked me over and arched his brow in a 'not bad' expression. We drank the cocktail of whatever as Josh flirted another one out of him. They were indeed strong and I felt a little drunk. He and the bartender kissed and then he led me out of the crowded room. "We're getting into some more serious places. Steve told me that Spike has been here for hours already. He's around somewhere." "Did you and Steve ever date?" A snort. "Date? You don't know much about anything." There were was a poorly-lit space...that looked like the opening to a maze. I did not want that. "Is this something you have to do?" "It is if you want to see the rest. Don't fret. I know the quickest way through. You might even see Spike in here." "Oh. Okay." He just grabbed my hand and led me against the far wall. I never got to see what was inside the maze. We had gotten through Then it got much darker. zi could hear water running and manly groans.OK. This is what it was all about. The air was damp. "On your right is the shower room. On your right is the weight room. Bunch of macho posers there. And straight at the end is the TV room and a very small bar. I can take you with me, or let you explore on your own." "Go have fun, Josh. I'm okay on my own. I'll find you back at our room if nothing else." "Okay. Please be careful. Promise?" "Yeah. Go have fun." He sauntered back to where the "TV room" was. I peeked into the showers and was reminded of a prison again. Stark, bare concrete walls and five or six spraying nozzles Two guys were embracing nudely right there in plain sight. I didn't act afraid or shocked. I played it cool. Felt cool. One of the shower dudes went down on the other. Neither of them were all that attractive, but their brave lust made my dick rise a little. I decided to check out the weight room across the hall. Nobody was lifting weights. There was just a pair fucking. A huge black guy was plowing a little white guy on a bench. They were vocal. It was like live porn. That big guy was really into it. A touch on my hip. Josh. "Enjoying the show? That black guy has the most perfect dick...and he gives huge loads. That poor kid has no idea what he's in for. Listen...Spike is in the TV room. I'll point him out, but only if you don't talk to him. Try to control your boner a little. Jesus." " It's already going down from your nagging." "The bar is over here, and I don't know the bartender. He's new. See if you can make friends with him...they're usually pretty nice to the new guys. Turn on that white smile and look at him like he's cute." He wasn't though. Just a stocky bear with hardly any hair on his head. I was so hot from seeing all the men, that I looked at him and wondered if he was good in bed. His tight jean shorts hugged his crotch, and there was a decent bulge there.I guess he saw me checking me out because he came right over. "Having fun?" "Yeah. It's my first time." "Wow! Cool! That calls for a free shot! what you want?" "Rum. And one for my friend right here, please. We don't have pockets to carry cash." "Don't worry. There's a pocket in your towel by the way. I'll set you up. Captain Morgan's?" Josh and I downed his free shots for a good ten minutes when I remembered Spike. I needed to see him and his pierced dick. It's like my private thoughts were visible to all. "Okay. Let's go find your dream. Just remember that I won't give you a key until I see the guy you want to fuck." "Got it." The only other light came from the TV screens which were all showing porn. It was theater-style seating. My dick started to get hard again. This was an x-rated dream. Men everywhere. Naked and full of lust. "God! Sit down before somebody sees that! He's at the far right. Leaning against the wall. I see an old fuck buddy of mine. I'm gonna talk to him, but I'm keeping my on you." I wished so badly that my boner would soften a little. It felt like American History in high school. There was something about that class that would give me a painful hard-on in my Wrangler jeans for no reason.I scanned the right wall. It didn't take long to spot him. Black eyes staring me down like an animal. Spike. He was about my height, wearing a leather cap,and sporting that famous metal at the tip of his fat dick. He nodded 'hello'. I guess I should give up righting my erection. You can't subdue lust..no matter how hard you try. I just followed his gaze and was suddenly right in front of him. "Nice dick, boy. Are you even old enough to be here?" "Oh yeah. I'm 26. You have a beautiful dick too...and some intense jewelry." It was pretty severe...a steel PA with a marble-sized ball covered with spikes. Not just spikes. They looked sharp and curled at the point - like thorns. "Did you come here with that blonde guy...that Josh? He talks shit about me around here." "We're not dating or anything. He's just showing me around. All he told me was that your name is 'Spike'" "Well, it's 'Larry', actually. 'Spike' is fine too, I guess. But it's serious to me...this ain't no costume." "You know, he told me not to even talk to you. I'm probably in trouble already." "Maybe not. He's getting plowed on that couch over there." Sure enough...Josh was letting his 'fuck buddy' do just that, with about eight other guys watching. "Good for him. He's a neighbor and a good friend, but he is single-minded." "We all are. Including you. That's the only reason you came over to me." "Possibly. Want to have a drink with me, Larry?" "No. It's too expensive here. I've got a bottle of Jack in my room. We can go there for a minute and get a good buzz while your pal is occupied.Sound good?" "Lead the way. Do we have to go through that maze thing again?" "Nah. I've got a VIP room behind the bar. It's nicer than what you likely have." He showed me where to go. As I followed him, I noticed what a nice,hairy ass he had. The hall he led me through was indeed nicer than any other place I'd seen here so far.Well-lit and carpeted. I had no fear at this point. His room was way nicer than the one Josh and I were assigned. "How did you get a VIP room?" "I'm pretty famous, I guess. I know the right people." "Famous because of your PA? Your big dick?" ""No more questions for now. You're in my space now and I decide everything." He dug in a duffel bag and produced a bottle of JD...opened already but still mostly full. I had a million questions,but Larry was not in the mood for chatting. He didn't have cups or glasses, so we just swallowed straight from the bottle.It burned at first..and hit my stomach like a bomb. Did I remember to eat tonight? "You're a good host, Larry. Your room is nice. You've even got pillows and sheets. Hope I can be a VIP someday." "In time. I guess your asshole friend told you I had the bug." "Yeah. So does he, though.Are you sick?" Shit! I'd asked a question. "Sometimes. I'm healthy most days. Does that scare you? Does THIS scare you?," he asked as he grabbed his dick at the base and aimed it toward me. That piercing looked deadly. "Honest? A little. Maybe a lot. Do you fuck with that on?" "Only once. It was a bloody mess. It cuts up asses and mouths and throats. Want to get a closer look?" Oh I did. I got on my knees and studied it. "Wow." "I can take it out. I brought my whole collection of rings." Whoa. I had no idea these things were removable. I guess I thought it was a permanent thing like a brand or a tattoo. "Can i hold it?" He chuckled. "Sure. Be careful, though. I haven't cleaned it lately...and it will stick you." He turned his back and I squeezed the sharp ring in my hands. Damn! I could never imagine what this would do to an ass. My palm was bleeding. I didn't care. I reached my bloody hand out to take another swig from the bottle. I was here. This was real. Larry showed me his collection of PA's, all neat and even in a velvet-lined box. They ranged from a simple skinny ring to a massive fucking thing with more spikes. "These are beautiful." "Which one do you want me to put on?" Really? This had moved fast. I picked the third one. It was a fairly decent=sized gauge and the ball had a simple sharp spike on it. "Good choice, New Kid. I've pozzed so many neg asses with that one. But it might tear up the roof of your mouth when you suck me...or chip a tooth.Don't want to wreck that pretty smile...I want to wake up to it." He put the box aside and I took the altered head of his dick in my mouth. God! He tasted like he looked...manly and dangerous. It would have been nice just to kiss that big dick, but he was insistent and aggressive. I didn't know what he wanted from this. Did he want to pee or cum? It was all new. Be cool. I was cool. My hand was still bleeding. Larry thrusted that meat of his even deeper into my throat.I tried to get air, but all my intake was blocked. This was a moment I'd never forget. I pulled away and gasped for oxygen. "Not bad. Not bad at all. Want to lie down for a minute?" I wasn't entirely sure. I was so turned on by this naked man with a giant dick. If I was in bed with him.... "Yeah. Let's rest up." His bed was small, but not tiny. We were touching skin. He was radiating heat. I thought maybe we could just snooze a bit, but I should known better. He was on top of me, covering my neck with hard kisses. "I'm going to fuck you now. Ready for it?" "Yeah, but..." "Don't worry. I've got some great lube and a need to cum. It won't take long." He covered my mouth with his and spread my legs a little. I could feel that little barb scrape my thigh."Don't scream or I'll have to gag you. They don't like screams here." "It will hurt that bad?" "At first. But remember everything. You're going to be poz pretty soon." He lubed up his long, thick shaft and poured a thick glob of goo on that PA. He hoisted my legs up farther and found the spot where my outside led to the inside. I squinted my eyes tight and prepared for the assault. He didn't go in easily, but I didn't scream. Just yelled "NO!" "It's in, boy. Don't make me gag you. It's in there...scraping a spreading pre-cum into your system. Goddamn! Your ass is so tight, it's squeezing the life out of my dick. A little deeper now. Oh, good. It's almost done now." My own dick had gone completely limp, but that was all secondary at this point. "Poz me, Larry. Make it count." He picked up the pace and was sweating like a maniac. I looked into his dark eyes and felt ready. "AUUGGHHH! I'm pozzing you now. You've earned it!" He heaved and his hips had a few spasms...and then... There was an ache and a burning down there. It wasn't awful. "Thank you, Spike." "Any time. Look... you're bleeding like a stuck pig. I need to get you to the showers. Can you walk?" Could I? I could. How in the world would we even make it out to the showers, with all that crowd and Josh? I could feel the rivulats of blood going down my bare legs. "Can't we just wait here until it stops?" I was scared about so many things right then. Reality has always been a bummer. "It's cool. VIP's have a separate shower back here. I'll clean you up and maybe stick some toilet tissue up there." To speed this story along, I'll just say that I eventually made it back out to the TV room. No blood showing and a big was of toilet paper plugging my butt hole. Larry didn't want to trade numbers or anything. He just did what he always has and we were done. I saw Josh at last. "Sorry, buddy. I was having some great fucks." His hair was wet with seat and there was a droplet of cum above his left eyebrow. "Can we go home now?" "Why? Are you tired? Drunk? What have you been doing?" "Not much. Talked to a few guys and wandered around.' "Did you see Spike?" "Saw him for a second, but he had a bunch of dudes all fawning over him." "Ok. I'm tired too, but if we leave, that's wasted money on the extra room I got you." "Sorry, Josh." "It's fine. You pay next time. Let's go." And that was that. I kept bleeding for about 24 hours, but it stopped. I still felt it though. I felt Larry's dick and piercing in me every single day. It made me happy.

I'm a little torn on how to respond, which maybe means I shouldn't. lol As someone who does not have a gym body, just an average guy with a little gut, I appreciate when "hotter" guys DO lower their standards and want to play with me. Sure, there are some guys that are totally into me the way I am, and I appreciate that, but it's nice when a "hot" guy wants me to fuck him at a bathhouse or from a GrindR hookup too. On the other hand, being a top in a seemingly more bottom-dominated world, I like to be able to pick and change my standards once in awhile too, since I have options to choose from. That being said, there have been times when I've had awful sex with "hot" guys, and great sex with guys that I wasn't expecting to be too much into.

Being a no loads refused bottom is something I am working towards. I crave cum constantly, and I want to make it about quantity instead of quality.

Over the past couple of year my friendship with a black top bud my life has shifted. We met over 15 years ago, when AOL was the hook up site to be on and had many conversations about our fantasies. He was a dominant top who wanted me to submit to him so that he could whore me out to other black tops. I shared his desire to be gangbanged and used as a cum dump. However at that time in my life I was too scared to accept my fantasies and make them reality. I started dating and got a partner but my black top bud and I remained in contact. He tried to persuade me to go clubbing with him from time to time and cheat with him on my boyfriend but I never did. He also wanted me to take ecstasy while at the club and have men fuck me on the dance floor. Over the years we grew closer and a genuine friendship developed. A couple of years ago we started talking about our fantasies again. I started to tell him that I no longer want to fantasize about being a cum dump but make it a reality. He encouraged me to be true to myself and told me that's what I was meant to be, a receptacle for men to use and dump their loads into. He told me that I should take any load that was presented to me as that was my job. One time we went to New Orleans together for Mardi Gras and went out for drinks at Rawhide. After using the bathroom I return to find my black bud talking with this handsome muscular black man. My bud immediately told me to get down on my knees and suck the other black man's dick while pushing me down to the floor. I was shocked and surprised but did as I was told. As I sucked his fine thick 9 inches on my knees, they kissed and made out above my head. I was so excited that my bud was taking control of me like that, I nearly shot my load on the floor. When we talked about it afterwards, my bud told me he was just giving me what I wanted and he was right. I felt such excitement and stimulation from being controlled like that that. I couldn't stop talking about it for a long time after. Shortly after that I started opening my hole up, and continued on my journey towards being a cum dump. Recently my bud confided in me that he was having challenges with erectile dysfunction due to a medical condition. He was feeling less of a man because he couldn't be the dominant top that he was in the past. He had a pump installed to help and was taking Viagra, but he continued to feel self-conscious about his sexual abilities. He also stated that was physically difficult for him to get into a hole at times because the head of his penis would not get hard. Things started to gradually build. At first, he showed me his penis after he had received the pump to ask me my opinion of whether or not it looked natural. It looked and felt fine in my hand and I told him so. The next time I took his penis in my mouth and shared that I still couldn't tell a difference with the pump. After seeing his frustration and concern about his ability to be a top, I then offered my hole for his use. What are good friends for? Yes I wanted him in my hole but but I also did want to help him out. And I figured it would be the best way for me to discover what was going on and have a genuine conversation with him about it. I believe our friendship was at the point that any sexual contact between us wouldn't change our relationship. So after discussing it, we decided to head to the sex club 442 and keep it pretty casual. There whether there would be no pressure to perform it if things didn't work out I could certainly still get my fill. We went on a Sunday which is usually a slower nite, and walked into the darkroom. There was a little crowd in there and immediately after entering the darkroom, my ass was groped and grabbed. I leaned forward and a lather hands to feel my butt hole and understand that I was pretty lubed and ready for action. I was quickly bent over and grabbing my ankles while the first dick entered my hole. He pushed in me and started opening my hole pretty good while a group of six men surrounded me. My bud watched from the sides. I tried to remain balanced while sucking one dick and being pounded from behind. Soon the thrusts became harder and deeper and I heard the wonderful sounds of grunting and moaning as his 7 inch dick exploded in me. He was quickly followed by another one and another. Altogether I had six guys fuck me with three loads before the little gang bang ended. After the last top had unloaded in my hole, my bud grabbed me and pushed me down harshly on top of the fuck bench. He had seen what a cumdump I was and wanted in that sloppy hole. Rock hard he tried to enter me. But the head kept bending and slipping out of my hole. I spread my ass cheeks as wide as I could but he couldn't get in between. I could sense his frustration mounting. He grabbed me and pulled me along to one of the cubicles where he sat down and I tried to sit on him. Same thing happened. Not a great first time. When we talked about it afterwards, I acknowledged his challenge but encouraged him not to give up. For a while he wanted to but I kept on pointing out that it was just one try and stated that we needed to try other options like more lube or me having a cummier or well used hole. I suggested that he try using other holes at 442 to experiment. So one Monday night he reluctantly agreed to accompany me to 442 again. I told him I felt confident that this was going to be the night. And I told him again not to give up. There was a nice little early work night crowd and we had agreed that I should be open to any and all dick, especially since we wanted my hole as wide open and loaded as possible. This time my bud was watching by my side as I got used good. He encouraged others they have their way with me. After a nice little train of four guys, my good bud bend me over and worked his way into my well cum lubed hole. He was in! It was thrilling for both of us! He savored and enjoyed every minute of being in my hole after such a long drought. After being there for 15 to 20 minutes, his tempo increased and a bear hug for me and thrust his load deep inside of me. Overcome with gratitude he hugged and kissed me. But that wasn't the end. I continue to get loaded and used more and about an hour later, my bud deposited his load number two in my willing hole. He drove me home and then decided that he wanted my hole again. He fucked my well used and dripping pussy for a good 45 minutes where he deposited his loads number three and number four. By the end we were both exhausted and I was impressed by the loads he delivered. I've never had a top give four loads before in the space of three hours!

I texted Peter and told him Travis had been here and was out the door, he said that was quick and I told him thank god, but the load was big. Peter told me zack could be over in a few if I wanted it, I told him I would have to change the time for college boy but yes send him over. Zack got to my house about 15 mins later, he just walked in like he owed the place and asked why I was not on my knees waiting. I just gave him the look of, what the fuck. He told me that Peter had filled him in on what was going on and if was I being a cum slut, that I should act like one and be treated that way. So I got on my knees and started undoing his pants, his belt buckle was one that you could write on and the comment was 8.5 with a smiley face, lol. Got to love this kid. I got the pants down and could see that he was wear a jock, which was hot. He grabbed my hair and said lick my pouch bitch. Here was this kid/punk, acting like he was my master and it was hot. I started to lick and suck on the pouch of his red jock. It had a salty/pre-cum/piss taste to it. He was still holding on to my head and pushing it into his crotch. He pull my head back with one hand and the other pulled out his dick. It was long and thick with a hood that was covering his head. He told me to swallow it all in one or he would hold me there till I did. That he didn't care if I gagged or not, but the cock was going to be down my throat. Well, I didn't get it all so he was true to his word. He had hold of the back of my head and was bucking his hips, trying to get the last inch or so in my throat. I was gagging and spit was coming out my noise and around his cock. He told me to get it in or I would drown on my own spit. After a few more hard humps, his cock got in, 1/2 inch at a time, he held me there for a few second and then withdraw. There was spit all over his cock and my face, he looked down at me and said that he always wanted to do that to someone. Plus, all the spit would be great for lube. I just choked for a min and smiled. Then he got a grin on his face and told me to get back on him cock, that I was going to get him off in ten mins or he would get himself off by fucking the hell out of my throat without concern. I started sucking him and tried to deep throat him. I was working a good pace up and trying to get him off but couldn't do it. About 8 mins into it, he decided that he would change the rules and grabbed my head. He was fucking my mouth and trying to go deep again. He was going to town on my mouth, his cock was going so fast in and out of my mouth I just kept it open. He started to buck the hips and said he was close, he told me to not swallow. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and jerked it fast. He put the head on my lips and said not to swallow. He pulled back the hood and started to shoot in my mouth. I just sat on my knees and looked up at him. He pulled his dick back a little and wiped the little bit left on my cheek. He looked at me and said how hot it looked to have his load setting in my mouth like a pool of cum. He told me to spit out the load into a glass. I did as I was told, then he said I could swallow the rest in my mouth. Standing there with a glass of cum in my hand, he asked if I knew why I was not to swallow. I said I didn't know, he laugh and told me that he was going to pour a little on my hole and work it in. That he was going to work the whole load into my ass and not fuck me till it was all in me. He told me, that if he was going to fuck an ass with a load in it, that his load should have been the first and will be the last. He is a little dirty fucker and I was loving it. I was going to have to get him in my circle of fucks. He had me get on my back with my legs up in the air, he poured some of the cum on my hole and pushed it around with his cock head and would push just the head into my ass. He did this till all the cum was out of the glass and then put the glass upside down over my mouth. He told me that if I thought the throat fucking was hard, that this was going to kill me. With that he pushed all the way in with just one push. He bottomed out and pulled all the way out again. His cock come out with a pop and some cum. He got mad and said to keep the cum in me, then he was balls deep again and out. He told me to enjoy the fucking I was about to receive. Then he was back in and out as quick as he could go, it was intense and a little painful. He had my legs up on his shoulders and was fucking the cum out of my ass. He kept telling me that I was nothing but a slut and I need to get fucked by him daily. That his load was the one to knock me up and that I would be his slut from now on. That he knew Peter was coming back for more and that it would not feel as good as the fucking he was giving me. That I was so much a slut, that after Peter fucked me. I would most likey call him so i could feel a mans cock in me again. I knew my ass was leaking cum, with him pulling all the way out the way he was. As he was fucking me, he keep telling me how much of a slut I was and that the only good cum came from his cock. He was on a power trip and was loving it. The long dicking started to turn into short pulses and we were face to face, he was moving at an amazing speed. He was like a machine, he had one speed and it was wide open. He looked me in the eyes and told me I was going to thank him for the load when he was done and if I was lucky he would come over after Peter and fuck me again. He said that he liked a sloppy hole, but next time I do a slut day. He was going to be the first and last loads, that he shouldn't have to fuck a sloppy hole unless his load was the first one. As he saying all this, he is still going full speed on me. He grabbed my head and locked his elbow under my shoulders, I was trapped. He changed up a little and was now just pulling out just two maybe 3 inches and slamming it home. His hips were slamming into me, he was trying to get every centimeter of cock in me. He told me he was going to cum in me, that I was going take it. He asked if I wanted it now and was I ready to get a mans load. His hips started jerking and he was in me as deep as he could get. He told me he was going to flood me, that he always shoots a big loads on the second load if not bigger, bigger then the first. He grabbed my head hard, pushed in as deep as he could and screamed " here it cums, take it bitch". , "take my cum". When he was done, he fell on top of me, with his dick still in me. He licked my ear and told me I was a good bitch and happy I was in heat. He reach between us and started to jerk my cock. As he is jerking me, he told me to say it. I was still in a state of bliss and don't know what to say. He jerked me harder and told me to say it. A light bulb come on and I thanked him for his load. He was jerking me harder and said say it. I then thanked him for his man cum. He eased off the hard jerking and just jerked me. He started to round his hips nice and slow and jerked me. It felt good, he told me to get ready to cum soon or he would fuck me again and I would not get to cum till after He did again. I told him to jerk me fast, that I was getting close to blowing my load. So, instead of speeding up, he just stop all together. He looked at me and smiled, " you get to cum, when I fuck you later tonight" he informed me. He gets up and started to get dress. I'm watching this little punk kid with a long uncut cock between his legs pull his jock up. Im laying there thinking, this little fucker just bred me with that thing and how fucking hot he looks in the jock. I'm losing my mind I think. To much cum on the brain or in my ass. He looks down at me and smiles again, it that evil smile he had when he came in the door. Who is next he ask, I tell him it's college boy. He asked a few questions about college boy and says he knows him. That they have jerked off once, that they were going to blow each other but it was to thick to get in his mouth. So they just jerked each other off. Then he looks at me with that smile and licks his lips. He say, Your hole is going to be so big after he is down with you, maybe Peter and I can double fuck you after he is done. I just laugh and say no. I'm not getting double fucked. He walks over to me and grabs my head, you will if I want you to, got it. Lets just say, that I may bottom and i like an aggressive guys in the bedroom. But, I do have a line and its one not to cross. I grabbed his arm and pulled him down onto the floor with me. I caught him off guard and he hit the floor a little hard. It stunned him and I was going to get some tension off my chest. I rolled him over and got between his legs. That little white ass was up, with the red strips on the cheeks. I didn't think I was going to get to top today, but he pissed me off and I was going to show him that fucking with me was a bad idea. He started to fight me a little and kept saying no. To bad for him, I had his arm behind his back and just keep push it up more. The more I pushed, the more he was laying flat. He finally laid all flat out on his stomach. I informed him he could get fucked easy or hard. His choice, but I was getting my ball blues off and he was going to take it one way or the other. How do you want it, I asked. He finally gave in, pushed his ass up a little. I let go of his arm and grabbed his cheeks, spreading them apart. I looked down on his smooth cheeks with a little pink hole. I leaned down and started licking his hole. I munch on his hole for a little and tried to push some spit up inside of him. I finally pulled back and press my head at his hole. I asked he if he was ready for a quick fuck, that I would not be lasting long but he would be getting my blue balls cum. He said he was ready as could be and to please use some lube. I just laughter and spit in my hand and rubbed it on my cock, there is your lube I told him and with that I pushed in. I started fucking, I was not going to last long and wanted to get my nuts off. I have the fifth guy coming soon and need to clean up a little. So with no grand act of a sex god, I lasted maybe five mins and dropped my load in him. I pulled out and wiped my dick on the band of his jock. I slapped his ass and told him thank you.lol. After that, zack got dress and said he be back later with a surprise. I jumped in the shower to wash away the sweat and the smell of sex.

Less than a week after my first exposure to CRF19, I once again heard my own voice begging Henri for more of his highly toxic and likely deadly jizz. For the prior 4 days, it was all I could think of. My mind switching rapidly from fear of what happened to a desire for more. Still stranded due to the damage on St. Martin, Henri was more than willing to oblige. Absent the potent bug he packed into his semen, he was still a fabulous fuck. Caramel color skin, great skill and a very nice BBC, I would have let him fuck me as much as he wanted. But, my newly unleashed desire to experience the thrill of having more of that super-virus injected into my ass turned me into an aggressor. I wanted that cock and I wanted it badly. I ached to feel him go rigid and buck while sending his life ending cream deep into my guts. When I started chasing about a year ago, I though getting knocked up would be the thrill of a life time. When I tested POZ last January, I was thrilled to be part of the universe of POZ faggots, living and dead, who have accepted HIV as part of their gay experience. But now, those were long gone, unfulfilling thoughts. All I could think of was Henri and his potent, diseased dick. When I called Henri at his hotel, he seemed pleased to hear from me. I got right to the point and asked him if he would give me some more of his special sauce. He laughed as he said, if I wanted it to come and get it. So last night, after work, I headed to Asheville to meet him at his hotel. But, before going, I ran by my place to clean up, change clothes and get ready for some great cock. But I did one other thing. I had kept the bottle brush that was used to prepare my ass for my initial pozzing. I had felt that brush for the first time last New Year's eve, the night I likely got knocked up. With only the though of obtaining a second infection, I worked my ass to a state where I would be receptive to that Caribbean bug. Even scraping my guts in preparation for getting fucked seemed pre-destined. On one had I know that it is unlikely that I can get a dual infection. On the other hand, I seem compelled to do all I can to expose myself to CRF19. While some aspects make it difficult to get my head "around" the thought of having that aggressive strain in my body, I also am clearly aware that success will mean the clock is ticking faster towards my AIDS-related death. Henri was nude and had already made some T clouds when I arrived at his hotel. He offered me the pipe and torch. I quickly stripped and took a few hits of that amazing smoke. Once you feel Lady T creep into your body, relaxing you , exciting you, preparing you for a great fuck, you know that first tasted has started the ball rolling. Once I felt that jolt of T, once I coughed that little meth-induced cough, I hit my knees and took that deadly diseased dick into my mouth and started taking him deep into my throat. His first few drops of precious pre-cum were savored. I licked his slit, carefully ensuring the each drop of that fluid was collected on my tongue. But, as the T high continued to develop, my asshole reminded me of my real desire. Twitching and throbbing from the lust for this beautiful man, from the desire for his tainting jizz, from the T induced erotic desires, my oft-fucked hole needed stuffed. Very soon, I stopped sucking him and got on my knees. Henri lost no time in mounting my faggot ass. Soon we were rocking in that ass-fucking rhythm that horny homos have perfected. Henri's cock felt just as good as it did the past Saturday. He has good top man skills. No doubt, he has been a practicing cocks-man for a long time. But, as I gasped my desire for his cum, he accelerated to an entirely new level of passion. Equally, the more I demanded his cum, the more animalistic my own movements became. And, very shortly, my bloodied hole was drenched with a large dose of cum that few other men might welcome. As we cuddled, waiting on that dark meat to recharge, we talked softly about what it was like for him to learn he was POZ, that he had been infected with CRF19. And, in almost a whisper, he described the feeling of knowing that he was technically an AIDS-Bone. Fuck....that was news. He had already progressed to the stage of very low CD4 numbers and had been diagnosed as having progressed to AIDS. That was a fucking reality check. I had just had my very very raw ass fucked by an unmedicated AIDS-bone and flooded once again with CRF-19 laden creamy goodness. Hearing he as full on AIDS had an immediate affect on me. Soon, I was working hard to get that cock hard and inserted in my ass. This time, I was on my back, legs up. I wanted to see his brown face, his dreads, his expression as he repeated the action of trying to infect my queer ass. It may not seem possible, but that second round was more intense and erotic than the first. He was really verbal and keep asking if I wanted his dick of death to explode in my ass. After he asked a half dozen times, I panted out that yes I wanted it. And it was then that I told him about using the brush earlier. He acted surprised, but soon stated that showed I deserved his strain. A few more minutes of enthusiastic bucking and fucking resulted in a second flood of CRF19 cum was being smeared up and down my compromised guts. Five times now I have enjoyed that sensation. Five times, I have willingly taken that beautiful dark meat. And three of those times, I have willingly accepted his fucked up DNA. I have no idea if I will become infected with this life-ending affliction. I am not sure I would choose that, but I am powerless it seems to refuse it.

Part 9 It didn't take long for my boss and me to get to my place where, once he found a parking spot, he met me outside of the building’s door. His cock was hard in his shorts, tenting outwards. He wasn't even trying to hide it, and he was all over me before we could get inside the building, sticking his hand down the back of my shorts, his fingers prying open my crack, fingering my hole. We moved almost in tandem as we moved to my apartment door. I had a hard time getting the key into the lock, as he was trying to take my shorts off. I had to keep pulling them back up. I was afraid he would just fuck me against my door. I was soon able to get the key in, unlocked and door open. As we moved in, we stumbled with the result I landed flat on the floor, on my stomach, my boss top of me, his hard cock stabbing me in the butt. Pulling the back of my shorts down, he liberated his massive cock and rammed it up my hole as he anchored his hand over my mouth to suppress my moans. Fortunately I could see the front door was closed. His hips were raising up and down, pumping his cock in and out of my hole, remarking as he did so, “Force -fucking that Marine’s ass has made me so fucking horny," as he slammed his cock in my ass, over and over, faster and faster, adding “I feel alive again, each time I pass my strain to someone against his will.” His balls were bouncing off my ass as he rammed inside me. His breathing was increasing in speed. His grunts louder and louder as he exclaimed “Oh fuck, I'm going to blow in you hole!” Just then someone banged on my door, hard and fast. Not to be put off, however, my boss responded “Go the fuck away, asshole.” “You fags need to quiet down or knock it off.” Without missing a beat my boss retorted “Go the fuck away or I will give you my horse cock next, fucker,” as he continued fucking my ass as a noisy, furious pace, with the result my body was banging against the floor, creating rhythmic, loud thuds. Fortunately this didn't last all that long as, after only a minute or so of extreme fucking, my boss pushed in balls-deep, blowing his load in the furthermost recesses of my hole, collapsing on my back as his balls drained. “Oh fuck that was hot," he grunted as he rolled off. Another round of banging commenced. “I got this” my boss, rising to his feet and padding to the door, all but stark naked, his cock and balls still very much erect, and slimy with cum and ass juices. Yanking open the door my boss snarled “You got a problem asshole?” at the very, very surprised man who was standing in the hallway. “Um, uh, uh, uh, no” the man stuttered seeing my boss’s cock. “You banging on the door, cuz you want my cock too” he said. “Well, no,” he said bashfully, “just other people could hear.” “Your crotch is saying something different,” my boss said grabbing the man’s hard cock through his shorts. “Danny, get in here and drop you pants,” I ordered, recognizing my neighbor. Not giving him a chance to back out, my boss pulled him into the room and shut the door. “You know him?” my boss asked me. “Yeah, he's my neighbor and has been trying to get in my pants since I moved in.” “He needs to be taught a lesson,” my boss said. “No Sir, I'm good,” Danny replied. “I'm not,” my boss responded. "Drop you pants and bend over the arm of the sofa.” Danny looked at my boss as if he was crazy. “DO IT NOW FUCKER,” my boss yelled. That did the trick. Danny jumped in startlement, opened his pants and dropped them around his ankles. He was quiet as he moved to the sofa and bent over the arm. My boss stripped out of his shorts and moved closer to Danny. Evaluating the situation he turned to me and commanded “Spit on his hole.” Rising to my feet, I moved behind Danny, knelt down, and spread his smooth ass cheeks, in the process exposing his hole, thinking as I did so, 'Even if Danny is a bit of an asshole and even if he's very pushy about getting up my ass, he did have a sexy ass and a hot little hole'. I spit again and reached under him and pulled his hard cock and balls back. Surprisingly he was hung and thick. I moved up to his head and sat down. “I've never been fucked before” he said. “He will take it easy,” I said, “plus your first time is better with a big cock. The small ones hurt more” My boss had moved behind Danny and was rubbing his cock up and down his crack. I watched spit drop from his mouth onto his cock. He continued to rub Danny’s crack, mixing some of his cum and his and mine spit together. “Breath in deep and push your hole out,” my boss said, “I will be gentle," as he pushed the head of his horse cock against Danny’s hole. Danny moaned a little, especially when my boss' cock head popped into Danny's hole and my boss stopped pushing. “Relax. buddy,” I said to Danny. By this point Danny’s eyes were closed. The boss started to push his cock in more, about a quarter of his shaft. “So tight” he said. Danny moaned as the boss pushed in more. I knelt in front of Danny's face, rubbing my cock head against his lips. His tongue moved out to taste the cock snot I had left on his lips. “You've wanted my cock for a while, suck me and take my boss's cock” “I get your ass soon” Danny said The boss pushed his cock the rest of the way in, as my cock head popped into his mouth. The boss waited giving Danny a moment to adjust to the thick hard cock in his hole. He was now focused on sucking my cock. The boss pulled out some and pushed in, slowly and just small movements. Danny moaned around my cock, and I nodded to my boss. He pulled out more and slide back in, he was increasing the distance he pulled out each time until his cock was pulled out until his head was only in, then pushed back in. Danny grabbed the base of my cock and pulled it out asking “He's using a condom, right?” “Of course,” I lied in response. Danny tried to reach back to feel the boss’s cock, but I pulled his hand back to my ass, urging “Trust me Danny, it's on his cock” I said. "Play with my hole.” My boss began to increase his speed, fucking faster and faster as I did the same to Danny’s mouth, pushing in balls-deep to make Danny gag. My boss, meanwhile, was really pumping Danny's ass hard and fast, holding Danny's hips in an iron grasp. “Get ready Danny, I'm about to give it to you,” my boss said. With my cock in his mouth, he couldn't speak. I could feel the urge to shoot creeping up. I was determined to shoot my load down his throat. I wrapped my arms around his head and started to fuck his mouth in short stabbing motions. “Here it comes,” my boss announced as he slammed his cock deep into Danny’s ass, deeply seeding his hole. Perhaps the highest praise was when my boss slowly pulled out, remarking with price "That hole is fuckin' gaping, now." Knowing my boss was stealthing Danny's hole was enough to take me to and beyond the edge - as my cock started shooting down Danny's throat, causing him to cough, especially when the first two or three volley of cum shot against the back of his throat. Sensing the session was over, at least for the time, I withdrew my cock from Danny's mouth, whereupon he asked "Can I go now?” My boss and I both nodded, although, as Danny left, an evil grin came across my boss's face. He pointed down to his cock, which was hanging soft over his balls. It was covered with a pink goo, blood mixed with his cum. Danny's life was going to change. “I need to go,” my boss said pulling on his shorts. “Thanks for the load,” I said. “I want to meet with you tomorrow at ten, my office,” he said “Yes sir.” “Be ready for anything, understand,” he said walking out the door.

Peter and I sat there staring at one another in silence as we waited for the next man to come and dump his poz load into my hole. I reached between my legs and felt my hole. It was wet and leaking cum. I stuck my finger into my hole, scratching the inside of my hole. I winched in the little pain I was causing myself. “What are you doing” Peter asked. “Ensuring that the virus has an entrance point and infecting me” Peter smiled and stood. His cock was rock hard and dropping pre-cum. He moved to the window and pulled the curtains open to peek out. I continued to finger my hole, really working my fingernail into my flesh. Each time I pulled it out it was getting more and more coated with drops of blood mixed with the cum in hole. Peter jumped when there was a knock at the door. I just continued to abuse my hole. I'm sure I was a sight. Sitting in a chair with my legs up fingering my hole. I looked up to see a cop at the door. Fuck! “Been reports of forced sex acts coming inside this room” the cop said. “Not really forced, Officer,” Peter stuttered out, “just some roleplaying” “What's he doing over there,” “I'm fingering my hole, Officer,” I said pulling my finger out and sucking it clean. “Why is that” “Getting it ready for the next cock to shoot a poz load deep into my hole” “You’re a willing participant in getting infected” “Yes,” I said to him. “We are waiting for a guy to show up and fuck him” Peter said. “Unless you want to fuck me with your big gun, Officer” I added. The officer stood there looking. He cocked his head and said: “Are you trying to solicit an officer of the law?” “No, Sir nothing like that” Peter said. “Yes I am,” I said, “I want that cock of yours up my hole” “Shut up before we get in some real trouble” Peter said. I stood up and walked over to the officer. He stepped a little closer to door, so he was part way in and part out. Bravely and confidently, I reached out and grabbed his crotch. I could feel his hard cock in his pants. I looked over to Peter, his eyes were wide open. “Take it out and suck it” the officer ordered me. I dropped to my knees and unzipped his black uniform pants. I squeezed my hand inside and wrestled with his cock and balls, pulling them out through the zipper. His cock was about six inches and as thick as a beer can. His balls were big and already pulled up to his body. I stuck my tongue out and slowly licked the head of his cock. I could taste the sweat that had dried on his cock. I wrapped my lips around his head and slowly slid my lips down his shaft. I swallowed the whole cock and only stopped when I had my face pressed into his uniform pants. He put his big hand on the back of my head and pressed me into his crotch. His hips pumped into my face as he did. His balls were pressed tightly against my chin. He released and I coughed a little. I pulled my lips back slowly until they met the ridge of his cock head, then I slide back down on his cock. It must have been a sight to the people passing by, a cop in a door way getting a wet blow job from a cum dump. Peter was slowly stroking his cock watching me suck the cops cock. “Get up his ass, you dumb fuck” the cop said to Peter. Peter jumped, moved quickly behind me, dropping to his knees. He lined up his hard cock with my hole and pushed in. He slowly started to pump his cock in and out of my hole. His thrusts in were pushing me further on the cop’s cock. Peter was slowly fucking my hole, just thrusting into me hard. “Oh fuck, let me show you how to use that fuck hole” The cop pulled out of my mouth, pushing me into the room. Peter fell back and his cock popped out of my hole. We quickly moved into the room and closed the door. I got up and moved to the bed, laying down on my back, lifting my legs in the air. “Look at that sloppy fuck hole,” the cop said. He lined up his cock and rammed it in my hole. I could feel my hole stretching around his cock. He didn't wait, he started to pump in and out of my hole. I could feel cum leaking out. His big balls were being smashed between us. His belt was hitting my ball sac. My cock was hard laying on my stomach. Peter was standing beside the bed, his cock just hanging out hard. He had a look of surprise and wonder on his face. I don't think this fucking was real, I did seem like something out of a dream. The cop had grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide and thrusting his cock in my hole. I could see sweat bearing up on his forehead. His tongue licked his lips over and over. His cock was rock hard in my hole, signaling he wasn't going to last much longer. He slammed his cock deep in me and shot his load. His cock pulsed out a thick load of cum deep inside me. Once done he pulled out, then went into the bathroom. I could hear running water and knew he was cleaning up. When he came out his cock was back in his pants and zipped up. “Damn Officer, that was fucking hot” I said “That service ain't free,” he said sternly. “What” Peter said? “It's a C-note for the fuck and another twenty for the cleaning of my pants” “That's extortion” Peter said. “These are the other option” he said pulling out his cuffs. “Don't be an asshole, Peter. Pay the man” I said even though I'm sure I could get fucked in jail. Peter got his wallet and paid the officer, almost still unwilling to part with the money. “I will spread the word about that hole” he said turning and leaving. Not seconds after he left there was another knock on the door. The next fuck was arriving, late but at least he showed.

"Joe, keep that camera running. And you, get all your clothes off and spread those ass cheeks," Lucas ordered. I hurriedly got naked and the anticipation had me so weak in the knees I could hardly stand up. I was actually going to get bred with that big beautiful poz cock. "Bend over, boy," Lucas murmured. I complied, which gave him the perfect position to slide his tongue deep in my asshole and worked it in and out for at least a full minute. I could look down and see his cock hanging and dripping precum on the floor. He stood up and right there inside the door he drove that huge uncut cock deep in my ass with one thrust. "Fuck, yeah, breed that fuck hole," Joe exclaimed in approval. Lucas took Joe up on his recommendation and slammed his cock into my ass so hard he slammed me into the wall. I managed to catch myself before I brained myself, and braced myself against his trusts, in point of fact slamming my ass hard against his cock. I could feel Lucas' balls slapping in my ass crack as Joe howled with pleasure watching me take Lucas' big cock. He pumped about 20 good hard thrusts and the anticipation must have been too much to last any longer and I felt his cock pulsing as he shot about six good long ropes of cum deep into my guts. Lucas panted as he continued grinding his cock into my ass, massaging his huge cum load into my tissues. I could feel some of it leaking out as he stroked and some dripped off my balls onto the floor. After a few minutes, Lucas withdrew only for Joe to shove a big butt plug into my asshole. Joe said "It's best to let that stay put for the time being." Lucas said, "Now that we have been properly introduced, how about we have a few drinks and talk for spell? This is the first installment and I wanted to get that out of the way before you had a chance to change your mind. Now we can take our time and get into some serious poz breeding and seeding. The commitment has been made now as you have a bonafide AIDS load swimming in your guts. From now on for the rest of your visit we can just enjoy the passion of AIDS breeding." To be Continued.

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 was on my way home from work yesterday when Jony called. Although I do not get to see him a lot, he is one hot fucking top. I met him before I started chasing, but we did not fuck until he was sure I was chasing. He is drop dead gorgeous, in my book. A native of the Caribbean, he has that mixed race skin tone that was born during sex between the French and African workers. He is also blessed with a great cock...8 inches, big in diameter, but not too big. The real bonus is that it has that perfect curve that will ensure a prostrate will be well massaged by the time he blasts his load. He is also one of those guys who seems to "improve" after using T.....he has fucked me for well over an hour--only stopping for arranging a new position. He knows how to use his long, lean frame to gain great leverage. Bottom line, he is a great fucker. Still, he lives some distance and we have some age difference, so we just don't get together often enough. When I heard that beautiful accent on the phone, my ass started throbbing. He was in my general area, with a cousin. The cousin was stranded due to the Hurricane, so they came to Asheville for a weekend of fun. Henri, the cousin, had been in the US for a couple weeks and had been enjoying the opportunity to fuck some white ass. But, they were out of weed and need some. My heart kind of dropped, they were gonna play, but looked like I was just a connection. Oh well, WTF. I told them to come on over. I had just picked up some really nice local stuff. Certainly not the most potent, but really nice smoke. Good, chilling' relaxin' smoke. An hour later they were at my door. Damn! Jony was looking so fucking fine. I know I often talk of any cock any time....looks and crap do not matter. But shit, he is just SOOOO good looking. Henri was not slouch. Not as tall, not as buff, but a beautiful almost black skin tone, hair in dreds and some great tats. I got the weed and handed them a pretty good baggieful. Henri suggest perhaps we sample it. I was not asking for cash, so that was a sign he wanted to hang a bit...I thought. I got out my biggest bong...freshly cleaned and sparkling. They both lit up with they saw it...it is a great instrument for getting high quickly. I let Jony do the honors of packing a bowl and Henri took that first puff. A strong session of repeated puff puff pass quickly started. With very little talk, we just enjoyed that gentle dragon relax us. A couple bowls later, we slowed a bit and drifted into conversation. No doubt, Irma was the biggest topic. Although it looks like Henri's home was spared, transportation was not available. We talked about being queer in our respective cultures. Bashed Trump with glee. After another bowl or two, Henri asked for a pipe. I got him one but he waved it away. Then I saw why. He had an 8-ball of T in his hand and was ready to make some clouds. Hmmmm....maybe there would be some Island dick in my ass after all. I went to the other room and got my T supplies, proper pipe(s) a good torch and some points and all the other trappings of dancing with Lady T. With experienced hands, Henri fired off the first round of that dreamy white smoke. After we passed the pipe a second time, it was clear we were all "getting there". In fact, almost as if commanded to do so, we all stripped our shirts off, the warmth of that good lady starting to make itself known. Hell, I was ready for anything and offered to set up some points. Hearing no objections, I measured out three .4 and started to dissolve the crystals. This was some decent stuff, nice crystals, smelled right, tasted right.....if it was cut, was not cut much. I filled the point (a fresh one) and put it on the try. I figured one of them would pick it up and find the mark. Never one to turn down a needle, Jony quickly was depressing the plunger. It is so hot watching someone do that--and then watching them move into the T-zone. A couple small coughs told me that Jony was THERE. I repeated the prep and handed the rig to Henri. He was just as accomplished with the syringe as he was with the pipe. He easily raised a vein, got the red signal that all was good and soon had a dose coursing in his veins. The heat was obvious, his black skin was glistening almost as soon as he laid the rig back on the tray. I followed suit as quickly as possible and my own cough announced we were all flying on T. Like so many times, a little T turns lips loose. The conversation was animated and wide ranging. But very soon it turned to fucking. Again, without any real discussion we were all nude and my visitors were both sporting amazing hard-ons. I knew what the expect from Jony. It was a real pleasure to see Henri was swinging some great meat as well. Longer, thinner and no curve to speak of, it still had a massive head, decorated with a single 0 Prince Albert. A PLUS sign tattoo at it's based, confirmed what I expected, Henri was POZ like his cousin. I sucked both of those brown beauties for a while, and both went to hardened steel status with little encouragement. The Tina was making my ass throb. I needed FUCKED and fucked hard. I backed put to Henri and he worked a bit to get his tip in the right spot. But once he got settled, he drove that long pole balls deep in one smooth thrust. It was just painful enough to enjoy, knowing I had a great cock starting to pound my ass. Not to be left out, Jony offered that curved dick to my still hungry lips. With a little work, we were soon in a great rhythm---with me getting spit-roasted between two BBC. I am not sure it can get much better than that: great cock, great guys, great T, good weed. I lost track of time as we fucked, sucked, changed positions and fucked some more. It was almost an hour after that first prick of a needle, that I noticed the time. I had had one of those rods in my ass nearly that whole time. I figured we were getting close to pay off. I wanted their cum and I wanted it in my ass. I told them as much and it was clear they agreed. Within a half hour, both of them had delivered a great load. A three way is always great...especially if I am getting all the dick. This one was quite amazing. I got up from the bed and inserted an ass plug to preserve the POZ pleasure in my ass. We collapsed on the bed and continued talking. Now, a bit more quiet, but just good conversation. Three POZ queers, sharing drugs, cock and cum, we were all content in the moment. Jony and I know the circumstance of each other's POZZING. I was a chaser, he was a sex worker in Miami for a number of year. We compared notes about our "conquests" as tops. I had just confirmed my number 4, Jony knows of several, but quite likely there are more. Jony urged Henri to tell his story. Reluctant at first, another round of needle pricks loosened him up. He did not start queering until he was in the military. He was raped, but realized it was great sex. Soon, he was a confirmed homo. Sill he was a bit restricted due to his duties as a military policeman. In 2012, he was sent to Cuba as an Embassy guard. His deployment was for 12 months and he learned to enjoy what Havana had to offer during that time. Although he was a native French speaker, he had learned Spanish as well. His color, features and Spanish skills allowed him to frequent the largely underground gay world of Cuba. It was only during a physical exam as he was separating from the military, that he learned that one of those Cuban cocks had infected his ass. He had a lifetime souvenir from his golden days on that island. He then got quiet and much more serious. He indicated that he was ok with being POZ and recognized it was a "by-product" of his sexual desires. But just as he was fully accepting his status, he got hit with another bombshell. He had been infected with the CRF19 strain that was something of an issue. Hard to treat, short time (3-5 years) from infection to full blown AIDS, Henri was carrying one of the most lethal bugs. He nearly whispered as he stated that while he was on medication, it was largely ineffective. Not only was he "detectable" but his CD4 number was now in the low 30's---he had progressed to AIDS. SON-OF-A-FUCKING-MOTHER FUCKING-BITCH. I know had that deadly cum in my ass. My rational brain keep trying to tell me that getting a second infection is rare. But, my active brain was starting to go ape-shit. But, the more we talked, the more I started processing it. I was almost shocked when I heard what must have been my voice asking for more. I sucked him back to life, Jony pulled out my plug and Henri went back to work. A half hour or so later, my ass plug was holding in my second exposure to CRF19. By the time they left this morning, I had one more. Jony deposited his brand of toxicity again as well. I do not believe I would have consented, had I known up front. But after the fact, that was one erotic fuck session. When I was begging for that second load, once I knew what it contained, I begged and pleaded like I never have before. Something in my very soul was driving me to accept that fucked up cum and bug into my ass. What the hell would you have done?

I had been checking out hot poz men online for a couple of years and came upon several that were willing participants in conversion play. Most of them were too far away to actually hook-up with them, but our conversations and emails were hot, and fed into my fantasies, and more to the point, the longer this went on, the more intense the desire which over came me to be the passive recipient of a toxic breeding session. This one successful breeder that had wanted to seed me from the first time I had contacted him (Lucas) finally became my choice. I especially liked him because he was so into poz breeding and sharing. He lived to get to knock up negative men. Also, he was a multiple cummer. He had been known to shoot as many as 14 loads in a night of breeding, which was a very rare thing in breeders, and this I had verified from some of his previous bottoms who had shared info with me. After over two years of back and forth and keeping up on each other's exploits, we agreed to a time of meeting that worked for both of us. I had to fly to his city and he picked me up at the airport and drove to his place to begin my four day visit. I had learned a lot about him during our two years of chatting. He had told me that he was a serious chaser for several years and vowed that when he got infected, he would never turn down a negative man that wanted converted. He had during the few years that he was HIV positive had successfully impregnated at least 26 men of whom he knew. Of course many of them never got back to him to let him know that he was successful, so the count is not exact. He has never been on any meds and takes all the recharges he can get on a regular basis. He has not tested since his first test when he got infected but knows that he is potent as his results in conversion rate is almost perfect. The month before I decided to go see him he told me that a traveling couple had come to see him for a one night, one breeding each on their way through town, and he had infected both of them and they reported back in 16 days that they were both horribly sick with the fuck flu. Just before I left to go see him, he said they had called and reported their tests were poz. This affirmed for me he was still in the game and results were positive for his seed. I had told him that I would really like to have my conversion videoed for future enjoyment. After all, a man only gets knocked up once. On the way from the airport, we stopped and picked up his camera man (Joe) because as he explained in the car, he didn't want to waste any time once we got back to his home. He said his cock had been anticipating my negative asshole to seed and was throbbing and full of cum. I'm not sure which one of us was more excited. Lucas had infected cam man Joe about a year ago and they both recharged each other on regular basis as poz fuck buddies. He told me that some of the men he had infected wanted a blood slam to make certain that the infection would take, but I told him that I wanted it fucked into me the old fashioned way. That way I can say I earned it. Slamming just seemed like cheating. I want that toxic seed deep in my shit hole, like a real man. We arrived at his home and went inside where about three feet inside the door Lucas took off his clothes and Joe took off his pants as his cock was so hard it couldn't be contained, knowing what was about to happen on video. Joe started the video rolling and Lucas said for the record "I am telling you that I am HIV positive and you are negative. I am going to fuck you full of HIV seed and you are willing to take it." "Yes," I replied, "that is the point of this breeding session." "Get your pants off," Lucas ordered, his eight by six inch cock dripping precum. To be continued.

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

Moderator's Note: If this is hard to read, there is an unformatted copy in the thread below. Please leave your votes for the Toon on this post. Does anyone else think Autumn is a very sexy season? Maybe it's just me. I think it all started when I was a kid, growing up in a small town. Mom was working at a beauty salon close to my school called "Verna's". I walked there after school and sat in the waiting area until she finished. I liked it. I'd do homework and listen to all the ladies chatter away like magpies. Almost all of them smoked, and the smell of hairspray mixed with cigarettes was wonderful. My mom (a non-smoker) sometimes sent me out to get fresh air. I could go as far as the little public library or I could get a Coke from the grocery store. I was a loner, even back then. Being alone gave me time to get lost in fantasy and dream up stories. Fall was damn beautiful in that tree-filled burg. Dead leaves mixed with soft,slow rain left a smell in the air that made me excited for some reason. I'd read all the scary books in the stupid library. It was only a few weeks before Halloween -- my all-time favorite holiday. I sat on the library steps and wrote my own spooky stories in my spiral notebook. Never finished asingle one. I just liked the idea of scary things. It was one gray day that I noticed that this season was giving me messages. But what kind? Fast forward to when I was a freshman in high school. The 80's were here. I no longer wondered why I felt so strange...so different. I was one of those homosexuals inside. Maybe it would go away. Everything was erotic to me. The football players with their letter jackets and strong, grown-up bodies. If a guy had a steady girlfriend, she wore his jacket. All day---even in class. I longed to be one of them. To have one of those sexy guys' jackets and kiss him after lunch. Maybe do other things. Dark, secret things. The hottest guy was Darren Taylor who was from a large family. One of his brothers was in my class. Robbie. He'd had an adult-sized dick since sixth grade. I fought not to stare at it during gym class. Darren had dark, curly hair and was very popular. His girlfriend wasn't all that pretty. She had glasses and moles on her neck. Maybe I just hated her. I hadn't pass my driver's test yet, so I was always walking. Same routine as when I was nine. During that late September, I started taking longer routes to Verna's. I absorbed the smells and feeling Fall brought with it. The days were getting so short and there was a little chill in the air The last of the leaves slowly fell to their death. There was wet sidewalks and wet streets. I wondered how much sex was going on inside the houses I passed. I imagined Darren and his rat-like girlfriend going at it in a cozy bed. My imagination was unnaturally developed and I could feel the bare skin of his legs and the erect penis. Those dark eyes and heavy brows. Probably all of the football team was fucking some girl on a day like this. I walked along with my brain full of sex. I never told anyone about this, but I guess I'm telling you now. Once I graduated, I'd already accepted my fate. This wouldn't be going away. My immediate plan was just to ignore the urges as long as possible. Just be normal, That lasted less than 24 hours...and then I was checking out all the young men in my dorm. I masturbated so much in those days. My roommate was a serious student and spent most of his time in class or at the library. Right after Labor Day, Summer seemed to hurry up its demise. Fall took over fast. There I was again. I had to cut through a really nice park to get to my art history class (where I always fell asleep). The first glimpse of color brought back everything. Those feelings. Why is being gay so difficult? Why does pleasure always come with regret and unanswered prayers and wishes never granted? I felt cheated. OK. Enough about my feelings and sad thoughts. This is a sex story. It was raining hard that one Wednesday.. I've never once used an umbrella. I had on a London Fog jacket that my mom had found at some outlet store. I thought it was so boss. It was rain-proof at least. I was soaked. Everybody in class was too. Art history was held. in a big auditorium that was dark and had such nice, comfortable chairs. I always fell asleep while the professor showed slide after slide of dumb old paintings by whoever. The sopping wet students filtered in. A big, jock-looking guy plopped down beside me. I wasn't sure why -- there were so many empty seats in this place.Maybe he was dazed by the weather. Idiot was wearing deck shoes in rainy weather...his feet must feel so yucky He just kicked off the shoes and opened a soggy notebook. "You got a pen I can borrow?" His voice was so masculine and casual. I fished around in my book bag and found a stray Bic. Here. His huge fingers touched mine for half a second. He had to be a football player or something. If he gave me the pen back, I would keep it as a treasure forever.I had a fever back in those days.I was so horny all the time, and beating off didn't make the real hunger go away. I was so consumed by thoughts of sex, but I had to tamp that down right now. The professor was going on and on about some Spanish painter and what he was trying to convey in his work. Jesus. Symbolism. So much of college was about hidden meanings and theories. I just parroted what the teacher said in my papers --even though I always thought it should be up to the person viewing or reading something to decide what it meant to them. But I was a good student and said I saw what the guy giving grades said. This hot man next to me didn't take many notes...just doodled cubes and assorted shapes. I looked at his heavy hands. Once class was over, we all filed out. The guy was right behind me. "Hey! You didn't fall asleep today! I usually sit a few rows in back of you and you always konk out after about ten minutes. A few times, you even snored." "Oh God, really? That's embarrassing." "Most of us laughed. It was cute." The rain had stopped, but the air was still damp and musky. We seemed to be walking together. My next class was a lecture class and I could easily skip it. "I'm Evan, by the way." I tried to sound cool. "I'm Mark. Where you headed next?" "Philosophy. They don't take roll there, so I'm thinking of bailing." "OK. Cool. Want to got a beer at Crossroads? You're old enough to drink, right?" I hated looking like a kid. "Where is it, Mark?" "We have to turn around and go the opposite way. At least the rain stopped." We pivoted and headed up the hill. "Are you a jock? "No. Why? Do I seem dumb or something?" "No. You just have a great body. I figured you were a football player." "No. I had a partial athletic scholarship last year...for the swim team. I fucked that up. I put on weight and flunked a few drug tests. It's no big deal. I don't miss the practices at all." "Oh. I have a partial academic scholarship for now. I have to make a 3.2 this semester or they'll take it away." "You'll be fine. You're smart. I know things." "Well...thanks. I'm not all that smart, I just know how to get things done." "Can you believe how much it rains here? I'm from Arizona...it's dry as fuck there." "Yeah. The whole campus is built on a hill -- we catch the clouds. I grew up in this state." We finished the climb, and there it was. An actual bar just a few steps away from the student union. I had no idea this place existed. I stayed behind Mark and let him show me into the place. It had weird lighting...like a convenience store -- with maybe a little too many overhead fixtures. Whatever. Mark left me alone at a table and went to get a pitcher. "It's Bud. They're out of Bud Light which is what I usually get. Well -- what do you think of this place" "It's so weird in here? Can we sit outside? On the patio?" "Absolutely. It's not rainy any more." The front deck was all wood, like the front of a cabin. Most of the patio crowd was composed of older people...some brought their dogs. This school had a legendary hippie past. Underground cartoonists went here and created chaos. Some of them were celebrities in my mind. I smelled pot smoke. I'd never smoked it myself, but I knew that odor well. It was light and wispy...combined with the Autumn air, it was luxurious. "Hey, Mark...Do you like how Fall smells? I sure do. Always have. Just. Just that smell." "OK. All I smell is those sorority girls' clove cigarettes? Are you a poet or something? I look at you and I can see thoughts leaking out of your ears." "No. I write sometimes, but never poetry." He looked at me intensely. "Let's finish the pitcher and I'll admit something to you. I'm a big guy, so it might be TWO pitchers." He just kept refilling my glass and I made an effort to keep up with him. He was a camel. I sometimes pretended to take a sip when lifting the glass to my mouth. A gust of wind blew some wet leaves across us. It was cool, but not quite cold. I looked at his face. He was so All-American and rugged. Light brown hair, blue eyes and a perfect jaw. Total jock. There was something troubling him, but I'd let the beer bring it out. I felt honored just to be seen with him. "You seem a little uncomfortable...you don't go to bars much, do you?" "Not really," "There's so many bars in this town. There's even a gay bar... Diamonds. Have you heard of it?" "No." "Would you ever go to a gay bar?" "Probably. Why?" "I guess I should just spill it. I'm gay. I used to go to Diamonds...and met the love of my life there." "Oh. Wow. I would have never guessed. I'm gay too. I've never said that out loud before." "I'm honored.I always kind of thought you were, but didn't know for sure until I sat next to you today. You kept sneaking looks at my legs and bare feet...and you give off a need." "A need?" I was a little red-faced. "A need for touch. I have it too. My one true love died seventh months ago. He was always sort of sick when we first met.He had colds and rashes and aches...but he was a dream. Alex. We fucked all the time. And then he got so sick he couldn't get out of bed. He finally told me he had AIDS -- which I'd already guessed. I spent a lot of time looking after him and getting stoned. I was fixing him some lunch when he shouted 'I can't believe it! Angels!'. And that was it. He died. " "I'm so sorry, Mark." "Thanks. I've almost gotten over it, but that longing, that need hasn't gone away." He stared down into his beer. I wanted to touch is hand. "The night after his funeral, I had a hard-on all night." "don't feel bad. You're young and healthy -- boners come from nowhere." "Not all that healthy, Evan." "You're heart is still beating. You're here, and it's a beautiful day." "You make me feel better. You're my poet." His knee touched mine. "I'm NOT a poet." "Yeah. You've got the heart of one. I've had enough beer. Let's walk." He was slightly unsteady on his feet, but wasn't talking drunk. The campus is seductive, with it's tall trees and exquisite landscaping. The surrounding town was nice too.. We were walking down a residential street. It wasn't raining, but still mostly cloudy. That Autumn smell was strong and I felt so good. I felt like I was wearing Mark's letter jacket. Would he be my boyfriend now? This man who likely had HIV in his blood? Maybe I liked the idea. Maybe I wanted him to get me pregnant like so many of the girls in my high school. I think I wanted that. The smell in the air was like a drug for me. I was intoxicated with pure lust and Fall. I wanted to kiss him right there in the middle of Ohio Street. "Well. This is my place." It was a three story red house, divided into apartments. It looked comfortable from the sidewalk. "Let's sit on the porch for a little while.We may as well enjoy the weather before Winter sets in. You've never been through a Winter here, have you?" "No, but I know all about how shitty Winter can be." The porch had a swing and we sat there. I had a pack of Marlboro Lights in my jacket pocket, and really wanted one. "Mind if I smoke?" "No way! You smoke? I can't believe it. Go ahead....and I might ask you for one later." I lit up and just gave him one now. Smoking is bad for you, but inhaling tobacco combined with moist September air is just so nice. It's a nourishment I needed. "This is a nice street, Mark. Peaceful.." "I guess. I feel safe here. The landlord packs a gun and is a republican asshole." He smoked with me as we stared at nothing. And everything. What a great day! Mark stretched out his big legs on the stairs. "Why do you wear shorts and sandals this time of year?" "It's not a fashion statement or anything. I just hate doing laundry. I don't wear underwear...ever." "Oh. Me too. But what are you going to do when it's below zero outside?" "That's too far away. I don't even know what I'll be doing in the next five minutes. Got any suggestions?" Oh God! Really? Was I being seduced? Was something going to happen? "I think you already have a plan, Mark. Am I right?" "Sort of. Let's go inside." We stood up and brushed our selves off a little.He lived on the first floor. "Well, this is it." It was way bigger than my dorm room, high ceilings and carpet. The interior was a little shoddy with cheap paneling. "Nice. Do you have noisy neighbors?" "We did. There was some long-haired dude next door who practiced his electric guitar at all hours, but we got him kicked out. The girls above me play dippy music sometimes, but I can live with that." Mark had a separate bedroom. That must be nice. He was actually living like a grown-up and I was a little jealous. "This is nice." "Well, just relax. I'm going to get out of these damp clothes." I sat on the bed and tried not to stare as he got naked. I finally got to see his dick. It looked pretty average. but only because his body was so big. "You're not built like a swimmer, Mark. You have a great build, but it's more like a rugby body." "Just touch me. I need touch and so do you." I stood up and moved to hug him. "No, Take those damp clothes off first. All of them." I uncomfortably undressed in front of him. I had an inconvenient boner which made it even more awkward. Luckily, Mark had gotten a nice fat erection while watching me. We embraced and I just melted into his arms. A big, built god was holding me. I couldn't help but kiss him on the mouth. We stayed like that for a small slice of eternity, lips locked and boners touching. I held his full, firm ass in my hands. We both expressed our desires with moans. Yes! This is what Fall was meant for! There was no chill in the air as I absorbed the incredible heat from his skin. "This feels so good, Mark." "Yeah. I want it go on forever, but I am really, really ready to go further. Are you?" "Yeah." "Any further and there's no going back. You realize that, right?" "I do. I understand." "Make sure you really do. I have no condoms here." "Let's go to bed." He practically threw me on his unmade bed. It smelled like him, like a man. Mark was on me like a starved animal, grunting and gnawing at my neck. His weight sunk me deeper into the mattress. I could barely move -- he was right about there being no going back. His mouth was like a separate wet beast. Kissing and chewing my face. "You ever had a dick in your mouth?" He was practically out of breath. I never had. "Not yet." I'd imagined sucking a penis for many years. I almost knew what it would be like. He shifted a bit and aimed that dick right at my left eye. He had to move one leg a little so I could grasp it. I swear I could feel his pulse in the organ. It was the most natural thing in the world for me to put it between my lips. I tasted man flesh and Fall. "You like that? You like blowing me? Just watch the teeth. Wish we could do it longer, but I'm very close.I'll fertilize your throat if you want...or we can do this right." I pulled my mouth away long enough to tell him he was in charge. I just was not capable of a decision.Orange and brown flashes of light went off in my brain. "OK. At least I have some lube here. Lay back and try to relax a little. It will probably hurt, but it won't last long...I'm about to bust." The next ten seconds were a swift changing of bodies. There was a wet sound as he squirted a tube of stuff all over his dick Then he fingered my naked anus with it. And then I was staring at the chipped paint on his ceiling with Mark spreading my legs far apart. I was practically doing the splits. I knew where I was and what was happening. A man with a disease was about to fuck me. His dick found an opening and moved in. "NO!!!" "Sshhh. I've got neighbors. It get's better." He just kept going inside, deeper and deeper. Further. My horniness made up for the pain. I was focused on him and his beautiful face. He sped up a little and then a lot. "Ahh. Ahh. I'm breeding you, Mr. Poet. Here's my SEED!" He heaved and seemed to almost fall asleep on top of me. I felt a big part of him become a big part of me. He sighed with relief and fell over next to me. His fingers played with my hair a little and then he was snoozing. Once I heard his breathing get really deep, I reached over and opened the window next to the bed. That smell made sense now. This was always going to happen -- I just had to wait for it. I pulled the comforter over us and dozed off myself. "Hey! You can sleep if you want to, but I thought you should know it's almost five." Shit! If I'd had my regular art history nap, I wouldn't have slept so soundly. I got up and oriented myself for a few seconds. I needed to go. The dining hall closed at 6:30. "I need to leave, Mark. But, thank you." "Thank YOU! I needed that so badly. You were in my dream." I put on my mostly-dry clothes and wondered how to say 'good bye'. Would he walk me to the door? "Well. Have a good evening." "Promise me something, Evan. Promise you'll write a poem for me every day." "I'm not a poet, Mark." "Well...try. Or leave a love note. Every single day." "Yeah. OK." "Give it to me or leave it in my mailbox on the porch." He turned over and resumed sleeping. I showed myself out without really thinking about locking the door. The walk back to the dorm was made a little difficult by the pain in my insides. I absorbed the Autumn smells and felt blessed. I did indeed write a poem or note for Mark every day. I saw him so often that it seemed silly, but it was our thing. By next Fall, he had moved without a word. That didn't stop me from writing him every day for the rest of my life.

The writer's pencil (keyboard) again gives a fantastic, cock hardening read!! I'd love to be pozzed like this! A chance meeting where the heart is given to another before the encounter ends. Delicious read!

I have been getting lots of hot hole lately, and I'm very grateful & lucky First off, I met a hot furry hippy boy off of Grindr, really total opposites, him and me, me a country boy and all lol but we hit it off and he had me over after his roomies were asleep and we fucked on his couch out on the porch in the full moon, it was so hot! I loved eating his hot furry hole and rimming him. He was very tight, think he's a pretty new bottom, I fucked him good and bred him. That was the first time. Couple weeks later, I came by again and this time we went in his room, and made out for a good while, god I love making out! And got naked (yay) and I ate his delicious hole and fucked him good. He called me daddy and squealed, which made me feel good hehe. I bred a huge load in him. I love opening him up like this. Cant get enough of him! He says he wants me to fuck him doggie style next time. I certainly will, and can't wait to see him again soon. They say opposites attract, and I suppose in this case they definitely do! Today, I was horny at work, and got on grindr and found this hot muscular bottom Ive been chatting with forever, but haven't been able to hookup with yet. Today was finally the day! He asked me to come over, and I did, he had a hot muscular body and was short, which I love, and a bubble ass (weakness)! We made out and got naked, and he sucked me and got on his back, and needless to say, I delighted in fucking his hot hole which was quite tight, and made him cry out a couple of times. I chewed his nipples and sucked his cock when I was inside him, and bred him at last. Some bottoms just have a hole that drives you crazy! I hope this boy becomes a regular. AFter I bred him, he came all over himself, which was so fucking hot. I love pleasing a bottom and making them squirt All the escapades I have for now, more to come I hope!

The last bare load I took was yesterday evening. I'd been chatting to a guy on Grindr, and it turned out that we had a surprisingly large amount in common. We both work in the same profession, and it turned out that we had gone to the same university at the same time, but now lived on the other side of the world. I had a day off, but he was working, so he agreed to come over to mine after work. And when he arrived I was not disappointed. He was good looking, slim and well toned. After a bit of a chat in the living room, we moved to the bedroom, and started kissing and undressing each other. It wasn't long before we were both naked. I moved from kissing him to sucking his dick - about 6.5", thin, but with a big mushroom head, and got him nice and wet, and I could taste pre-cum dripping from his slit. We kissed a bit more, then I applied some lube to my ass and his cock, and I laid him down and straddled him. He'd wanted to use condoms when we'd chatted on Grindr, but now that it came to it, he was happy for me to slide down on his raw cock, which slipped into me nice an easily. I rode him for a good 5-10 minutes, enjoying the feeling of being in control of his dick, before we swapped positions, so that I was on my back, my legs around my head, and he was ploughing my ass with long, deep strokes. He really knew how to hit the spot, and the fuck he gave me in that position felt fantastic. He had to slow down a couple of times, to stop himself from cumming too quickly. And being in that position meant he could also lean over to kiss me as well, whilst fucking me. After another 10 minutes in that position we swapped positions again, this time I got on all fours and presented my ass to him, and he slid his raw dick into me. This led to a more primal fuck, and he really went for it, while I begged for his load in my ass, which he gave me after just a few minutes. It felt great to be flooded with all his cum. I still hadn't cum myself by this point, so I got him back on his back, straddled him, so that I could feel his cockhead up against my hole, and jacked off until I spewed a load all over his chest and abdomen. It felt great! Hoping we can do it again sometime soon!

Part 12 Luke's training was reaching a pinical as he quickly learned his new role in life. After he was told that 'he sent a letter to his parents telling them how he got a girl pregnant, that they both dropped out school and were moving away to get married and raise their kid together. Luke knew his parents would be disappointed since they did not believe in premarital sex and he would be disowned. Steve took the opportunity to sell off the majority of Luke's property with the exclusion of his car, cell phone and laptop. This he had one of his dealers who closely resembled Luke and had him drive out west where the car was to be sold along with the laptop and any othrer identifying belongings incase they tried to find him. Just about a week and a half after Luke's first breeding, and daily breedings since then, he began to feel sick. This only made Matt increase his training. Luke needed to lear no matter how he felt, he had a job to do in pleaseing the customer. While Luke's training continued, James kept an eye on 'Bam Bam'. Every so often he would leave a little clue about what might have happened the other night. It took a full two weeks for Bam Bam to get the fuck flu. After he recoverred he received a plain brown envalope with no return adress on it n his mail box. It contained a DVD which he imediately watched on his laptop when he was alone in his dorm room. He was stunned to see himself not just begging to be fucked, but begging for each guy to breed him along with the slams he received. The video ended with an address to the county free clinic where he could get tested for HIV. He must have watched the DVD a dozen times while jacking off until he couldn't cum any more. The next day he went to get tested and sure enough, he was HIV positive. Luke was ready and puy to work earning good money for Steve. Bam Bam started to ask around trying to find the mysterious man he met at the dorm party. He vaguely remembered James talkig to him and immediately tried to hook up with him. Sure enough Bam Bam was open to not just flip fucking, but asked James about partying and about Matt. Bam Bam was not upset or mad, in fact he was relieved. Deep down he always wanted to not only fuck bareback, but to bottom too. And with wht had happened he felt a freedom he never knew existed and wanted to thank those that took him down this path. They ended up at Matt's where the three spent the night high as fuck. Matt and James explained Tina and slamming to Bam Bam as they each took Viagra while downing a little GHB. As the Viagra a G took effect Slams were prepared as both Matt and James let Bam Bam know that they each wanted to feel Bam Bam's raw dick inside them as he experiened his first bareback fuck as a top. The night, and good part of the next day, the three spent fucking and sudking. Bam Bam discovered the pure of breeding and being bred. These events made him think about his cousin who he always assumed was a closet case. When they were in their early teens they had on a few occasions 'messed around'. They came up with a plan.

Part 8 I got up bright and early on Monday had to make sure that I was ready for anything when I met my boss at the motel. I even left early to make sure I was there on time. The sun was still not up when I arrived at the motel. The place looked empty. I didn’t even go to the office to see if lucky room thirteen was available. I just went to the back and parked, just to the left of the door to the room. I turned off my car and just sat there in the dark. I scanned the darkness for any movement or sign of life, as time ticked away slowly. I was there in my car a good fifteen minutes, when lights started to brighten the parking lot. I was thinking it was my boss, but when the car parked, I could tell it wasn’t The car was beat up, looking like it was being held together with bond-o and duct tape. I slid down a little in my seat, trying to conceal myself, as the door opened and the Marine stepped out. He staggered a bit, looks like he was a little drunk. Hell this helps with the plan. I watched him move to room fourteen. He opened the door and went in, except he didn’t close the door properly. I could see a thin line of light between the door and the door frame. More lights brightened the parking lot, as my boss’s SUV made it’s way in. He parked next to me and got out. He was wearing only gym shorts, tank top and shoes. I could just make out his cock flopping inside his shorts as he walked to my car. “Morning," he greeted. “Morning.” “You ready to rape a Marine?” he asked with an absolutely evil smile. “Fuck yeah,” I answered, grabbing my dick in my shorts. “Now we just need to find him,” my boss said. “Oh that’s easy. He’s in room fourteen, slightly drunk and the door isn’t closed.” “Damn, it’s like he wants to get raped.” I got out and walked with my boss to room fourteen. The door was ajar, and gave way with a loud squeak when my boss pushed on it. I looked in and saw the Marine on the bed, face down in his white briefs. Shit, it was getting too easy with this fucker. We quickly and silently opened the door more, just enough to get in and then shut it. I could hear the Marine snoring on the bed, he was facing us, eyes closed. My boss moved to the bed and found one of the Marine’s socks next to his boots. He picked it up and placed it by the Marine’s head. “Straddle his back and sit facing his head.” my boss instructed me in a whisper. I nodded in understanding when he quietly added “He’s going to scream when I ram my cock deep into his ass. Shove the sock in and hold your hand over his mouth.” My boss pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them, leaving his shoes on. His monster cock was already hard and leaking pre-cum. I quietly dropped some spit on his head, just to help him get inside the Marine’s hole. We got on the bed, gently and silently. The Marine mumbled in his drunken slumber and moved a bit, but stayed on his stomach. When my boss nodded again, we both moved quickly and straddled his body. I could hear the seat of his underwear being ripped open. I glanced over my shoulder to see that my boss had torn a hole in his underwear, a little bigger than his cock. He was already positioned his head against his hole. Grabbing the sock, I nodded to my boss, signaling to him that I was ready. My boss rammed his cock into the Marine’s hole, hard and fast. I had my knees locked on his arms so he could not fight back. His eyes opened quickly and he let out a blood curdling scream. I jammed his nasty sock into his mouth and put both of my hands over it. I pushed my weight onto his back. I could feel the Marine’s body thrusting forward as my boss rammed his cock in and out of the Marine’s hole. “AIDS kills,” I said to the Marine, “and we're gonna give you AIDS right now.” I could hear the muffled scream coming from behind his sock. Panic was setting in, which caused him to try and fight me off. With out warning my boss, punched him in the side, which made him stop moving. “Seeing me get infected the first time made you get off, now it’s time you get what you really want.” “I don’t want it,” the Marine replied in a somewhat muffled and frantic voice. “I heard you say you wanted it,” I said to him. “I didn’t,” he clearly replied, even through his sock and my hands. “I heard, ‘I want AIDS’ every time you told me that AIDS kills” I said to him. My boss was grunting as he rammed his cock in deep. He was ramming his cock in harder and harder. “Ripped his ass open,” my boss said, “he’s got a pink polka dot on his underwear now.” I laughed in the Marine’s ear as I murmured “Now the virus has an entry into your blood. Almost certainly you now are HIV poz, and actual AIDS is just around the corner." I felt something wet against the side of my hands. He was crying. “Suffer the consequences of your words,” my boss grunted. Part of me was feeling sorry for him, but the anger from hearing his words over powered those emotions. “Getting close,” my boss remarked. “Your hole is about to be flooded with the HIV virus," I intimately whispered in his ear. “Can’t hold it,” my boss exclaimed, thoroughly proud of himself. “You are going to feel that AIDS load hit your insides." My boss rammed in deep and was grunting. I could tell his load was pumping out of his cock and into the Marine’s insides. “Can you feel it, fucker, can you feel his AIDS?" I asked the defeated Marine. The only response I received was the sound of his sobs. When my boss withdrew and stepped out of the way, I jumped to my feet, slipped off my shorts, and took my boss' position, my crotch straddling his legs, his underwear wet with sweat, cum and blood, a real pretty shade of pink, with bright red flecks of blood in abundance. Fortunately my boss was holding the Marine down, and covering his mouth, as I was pre-occupied with lining my dick up with his hole and making my entrance. “We don’t know if he is or isn't carrying AIDS," my boss explained, "but he’s going to load you up anyway.” I could feel my boss' load inside the Marine’s hole. Between the blood, ass juice and cum his hole was slippery. I started to pull my cock out of his hole and ram it right back in. My boss’s hairy ass was so close to my face. I could smell the musk coming off it. It was intoxicating. “He’s pushing the AIDS load in deep,” my boss explained. “You know, Boss, the Marines won’t want this guy's ass now. They'll kick him out.” “Fuck yeah.” I fucked his ass harder and harder. I could feel his body being pushed into the mattress as I slammed into his hole. I grunted loudly each time I slammed into him. I knew I would not last long inside his ass. “Going to blow soon” I announced. “You heard that fucker? You’re about to get another load of AIDS cum,” my boss said. The Marine sobbed louder and louder. I slammed into his hole and my cock started to twitch and pulse as my load shot out. As I was shooting into the Marine’s hole, I was slowly moving my cock in and out, mixing the loads and possibly the strains. Once done I pulled out and wiped my cock on his briefs. “You get off this bed before we leave, you will regret it even more,” my boss warned. I was already pulling on my shorts as my boss got up. I grabbed his off the floor and handed them to him. As he put them on he said to the Marine “Report this and you'll suffer more consequences.” The only response was deeper and louder sobs. “Not so tough now, are you?” I asked with sadistic pleasure. We moved out of the room as he sobbed more on the bed. We pulled the door shut tight. “Glad to see you taught that fucker a lesson” a voice said in the dark. We looked over to the corner of the building and saw a man standing there, smoking a cigarette. “He harassed everyone that comes to the motel for some fun” he said, “can’t kick him out, he’s the son of a man who’s friends with the owner.” Shit I thought we were caught. My boss just stood there, looking at the man. “Don’t worry, they both hate him, plus I didn’t see you two here this morning” I felt some relief. At least we had someone on our side if he turned us in. “I’m sure the rest of the clientele will be happy that he got what he deserved. Hell the hookers would not touch him, not even for five times the going rate.” “Thanks,” said my boss. The man nodded and walked away. I got in my car and headed out. My cell phone rang a short time later. It was my boss, so I answered before the third ring. “You live alone right?” he asked. “Yes, Sir." “I’ll follow you. My cock is rock hard again,” he explained.

Still in a daze, I jumped on his back, clean or not I was going to fuck one of my last negative loads into him right now. I didn’t care. “You get to get every load I pump out from now until I test poz, you hear me fucker” “Yes Sir.” I didn’t lube his ass or my cock. I was going in dry and I was going in fast. I lined my cock up with his hole. I could feel the heat coming off it. He was motionless under me. I began to push hard against his hole and it was not opening. I slapped the side of his hip twice and it gave up a little resistance, allowing me to pop the head in. Peter screamed a little. I grabbed a pillow with one hand and pulled his head up with his hair and forced the pillow under him. I continued to push my cock in his hole. I forced his face into the pillow. “Scream in that you fucking wimp” I said. I pushed harder into his dry hole, my dick moved quickly and hit bottom. I felt him struggle as he screamed louder into the pillow. I didn’t give him time to get use to me. I didn’t have much time, I was sure he had another person lined up for my hole. I began to fuck his hole hard and fast, slapping his hip as I did. He was screaming a lot less but still screaming from the pain. His hole didn’t feel as good as it usually did but I didn’t care I wanted him to hurt. I slammed my cock into him and shot my load. “One less neg load in me fucker” I said pulling out of him. My cock was pretty clean except for a few bright pink spots on my shaft, a mixture of cum and blood. “Go clean up fucker” Peter jumped off the bed and went into the bath room, just as his phone went off again. It was another text message. The guy would be here in fifteen minutes to poz my hole. “Next poz fucker will be here in 15” I yelled to Peter in the bathroom. He came out still wiping his ass with a wet cloth. He looked hurt and confused. “Fuck baby that’s a side I have never seen” he said to me. “You deserved it with what you did to me” “I fucking love it” he said smiling. “Piss me off again and it will come out” I went over to him and put my arms around him, hugging him tight. I stared right into his eyes. “Thank you Peter, this is going to be a great vacation” I said. I kissed him hard and deep as his phone went off again. I was hoping it was the next man saying he was hear early as we continued to kiss.

I LOVE having my cock sucked and I LOVE being sucked for a long time. I'm just wondering, what's the longest amount of time you have ever sucked a guy's cock for? i don't suck cock myself at all, but I did have one man who sucked/edged me for 14 whole hours. we were at a hotel out of state the whole time. It was sunset when we got there and sunrise when we left. The orgasm was EXTREMELY intense! i literally could not walk and he had to help carry me to his car after we were done But it was hot! Also, in the days following I could not jerk myself off at all because my cock became addicted to his mouth, but that eventually wore off after some time. It was intense! But every guy i tell that story to just tells me, "i'm not gonna be able to suck you for 14 hours." but it's not something i ever ask for lol but i love for a guy to suck me for an hour and longer if he wants. What's longest you guys have ever sucked a guy for?

Moderator's Note: I posted a copy of this without the white background below, if this is hard for you to read. Please leave your votes here for Toon. (late 70's, Georgetown) I was a "latchkey hid" before that term was even invented. I went to school each day with a key held around my neck through a long shoelace. Mom worked at a dry-cleaner and came home tired and smelling of the chemicals they used. Our crooked, little house smelled like those chemicals mixed with cigarette smoke. Mom never smoked until after my dad took off and left us. I wish I remembered more about him -- all I can picture now is a bum, which is my mom always referred to him. If I wanted money for a record or a poster, Mom always said " Go find your bum of a father and ask him for money." I wondered if my father looked like the hobos I's seen in cartoons. Did his clothes have patches on them and did he carry a stick with a rag tied to the end? Did he eat food out of cans by a small bonfire? I was 10 years old and alone most of the time. I was a quiet kid who took everything so seriously....well not quite. I didn't always listen to Mom's instructions. She demanded that I start in my homework as soon as I got home from school. She especially didn't want me wandering off or getting in danger. We lived near the river. The Potomac. You could smell it from my front porch. Kids drowned there every Summer...or so Mom said. No parent would ever say "Go ahead and hang out there." But lots of kids went anyway. It was cool and green down there...and interesting. At least I thought so. There were so many little foot paths leading from the street down to the river. I would wander down there when I was feeling brave. I knew to look out for boards with nails sticking out. I knew to watch for "trampers" -- tramps who would settle along the grassy banks. They were traveling up and down the river, looking for a break in life. I'd see them begging on the street sometimes...and I wondered what stories they had to tell. They usually had long beards and smoked cigarette butts off the ground. Mom said that most of them had escaped from prison and would try to kill me. I doubted that. So I was walking along the river one early September day. School had started, but it was still hot. Once school started, Summer was over in my mind. We were learning to memorize all the presidents in order. My class had been instructed to memorize lots of things - state capitols, The Gettysburg address, lots of shit. So I stared down at the muddy path and ticked off the first twelve presidents in my head. I always got stuck after 12. There was a spot near here that was legendary...The Three Sisters. They were just big boulders in the river...supposedly haunted or something. Older teen guys used to go swimming there. I guess they just showing their bravery or something. Tempting fate. I just knew that there was a shady hidden place in the weeds where I could watch them...their broad, bare shoulders and deep tans. They yelled and said cuss words and I wished so bad that they would get naked. I knew better than to go into the water there. The Potomac was calm and still as a skating rink. But, underneath, there were swift whorls and currents that could drag you under. The three sisters wanted some company. I understood that, I guess. I believed in ghosts back then -- which made this more thrilling. I doubted the sisters wanted someone like me. I was nobody. I was nothing. Going further up river, the paths were less distinct. I would be in so much trouble if Mom knew I was out this far. But I did it all the time, daring myself to go a little further each day. I found a baseball once. It was practically new...just a greenish black scuff that looked a little like a screaming face. I also saw a used doctor's needle, and made a long step away from it. At one point there were no paths anymore. I just threaded through the thick trunks of the water-loving trees. Mom never got home before 7. I had time to keep going. Then I saw a long bank of short weeds...and there was a small group of 'bums'. Maybe I'd find Dad. They looked dirty and a few of them had their shirts off. I watched from a little shady hiding spot. They cussed a lot. One guy who was tall and had a full beard took off his pants and went into the water. I saw his bare butt, and I had a feeling. He didn't go out far into the battleship gray water. Maybe he was just getting a bath. He came back up to the shore and I saw his wiener...another feeling. They passed a bottle of what I knew was alcohol. A few more got naked and went for a quick swim. I watched their nakedness and listened to their laughter and dirty talk from my hiding spot. What would happen if they saw me? Would they kill me? I doubted it. But I didn't want to chance it. The shadows were getting longer and I knew I should head for home. I walked past the The Three Sisters and the teen boys horsing around. By the time I got home, Mom was already there. Uh oh. "Where you been, Benjamin?" "Just walking and trying to memorize the presidents in order." "I made tuna salad. A lot of it. We'll have sandwiches for dinner. Go wash your hands." It was my fault. I went to my friend Kenny's house the other day and his mom gave us tuna salad sandwiches. I asked Mom if she could make it, and she certainly did. A big plastic tub of it that would be around for a long time. I suddenly didn't want it anymore. The next day, I was so overwhelmed with thoughts that were strange and exotic. An idea was forming. Those guys were so thin and probably hungry. I could go make a bunch of sandwiches and take them to the hobos. Maybe they'd be my friends. Maybe. Something else was in my motives, but I didn't know what it was. So I got home and opened a new loaf of Sunbeam bread and made eleven sandwiches with that tuna salad. I put them in a big brown bag from the grocery store. I was focused on the Potomac hobos, but one of the beggars on M Street looked so thin and unhappy, that I gave him one of the sandwiches. He was gaunt and looked near starvation. How can anybody be hungry with all the food we had in this town?? It made no sense. The temps were in the mid-80's that day. Warm for this time of year. The gnats were thick around the three-foot tall weeds. There I was... a stupid kid, carrying a bag of sandwiches to a bunch of hobos who might murder me. But probably wouldn't. Mom always told me I had no common sense..just like my bum of a father. Maybe I didn't. I saw the crowd of trampers in the same spot as the day before. Weren't they supposed to be tramping, traveling, moving on? Maybe they heading South, following the last of Summer heat. Then I had second thoughts. This was kind of dumb. I could leave now, but what would I do with the sandwiches? I couldn't throw them away because I was always taught that wasting food was a sin. These guys needed food....maybe I could just leave it nearby. Too late. One of them saw me. "Hey. You there. What you doin' here?" I was busted. Just a dumb kid carrying tuna sandwiches. The guy who saw me was a large black man, wearing only wet jeans. I had to do this. "Hi. I'm Ben. I saw you guys the other day and thought you might like some food." I held the bag in front of me like it was a white flag. "Perfect timing, kid. What you got?" I handed the bag to the nearest bum guy. "It's tuna salad sandwiches. It's pretty good. My mom made it." I was surrounded by men with no shirts on, some black and some white. One guy had no clothes on whatsoever, with his big penis dangling between his legs like a Christmas ornament. Short, tall, hairy, smooth...they all reached in the bag and devoured what I'd brought. "Well, thank you, little man." The others mumbled thanks as well. I sat on the ground with them as they ate. One guy who was covered with red fur offered me a sip from his bottle, but I didn't take one. One smell of that on me and Mom would go ballistic. My dad was a drinker according to her. "I need to go home now. It was nice meeting you." "Okay. Cool. Come back any time. You're our friend now." Mom could barely believe I'd eaten all the tuna salad. She believed I'd consumed all that. "I'll make more next time. You are a growing boy and I knew you'd find an appetite eventually. I guess we'll have hamburgers tonight." One image I'd always have of Mom was of her frying ground beef patties with a cigarette in her mouth. I kept taking whatever food I could find in the house to the new friends I had made. I took the big jar of chunky peanut butter my mom had bought on sale. I spent my allowance on beef jerky and Fritos to bring these men. It wasn't long before I was one of them. I knew their names and was used to their nudity at times...but I still looked. Then it got colder and the trampers moved on. Damn weather. But there more of them each Summer. New hungry friends. Once I became a teenager, I stopped wandering along the river. I just wrote horrible poetry in my room and sulked...constantly. Mom was so fed up with me. (late 80's, Georgetown) I graduated and went to a really shitty community college. It was a long, one-story building that looked like a strip mall. It was only ten blocks from home. Mom had gotten older and those dry-cleaning chemicals had gotten to her. She coughed constantly and lost weight. I look back now and wish I'd been a better son. I was just too involved with my own brain. I was gay and had no idea what to do about it. The counselor at my school suggested I try an anti-depressant. No thanks. I wore my depression like a comfortable sweater. He didn't seem to understand me. How was this guy even qualified? "You need to think of others. Go outside of your head." "Like how? Work in a soup kitchen or something?" "That tone of yours -- lose it. Now. Volunteer for something. Be selfless. Spending all your time alone is not going to get you anywhere...not personally or professionally." He dug through his messy desk and found a folder of places that were always needing volunteers. "Now, I wouldn't recommend "Big Brothers"...they won't accept gay men. No getting around that, I'm afraid." Had I told him I was gay...or had he just guessed -- like Mom had. She was accepting as long as I didn't tell her anything about it. I took the folder home and went through the papers. I figured I could go pick up litter or bring food to old people. There were several places that seemed particularly in need of money and people....the free clinic, the AIDS hospice, and the AIDS outreach program seemed the most desperate. I knew from watching TV and reading the paper that this disease was pretty prevalent along the East coast now. I knew about it, knew how you got it. It was scary, but I was too involved with my own dark thoughts to think much about the outside world. I decided to avoid anything that involved patients. I wanted to avoid needles, pee and poop smells. The next afternoon I went to check out AIDS Outreach. It was in a pretty run-down building not far from me. It looked deserted from the sidewalk, but this was the right address. The door wasn't locked, but it was kind of dim inside. Then I met "Filly". "Hi. Can I help you?" A very effeminate young man greeted me. "Hi. I'm Ben. I came here to volunteer." I purposely tried to make my voice deeper. I didn't give off the gay vibe like that, did I? He introduced himself as 'Filly' which could have also been "Philly", short for "Phillip" possibly. I didn't ask. "Sorry it's so dark. We desperately need new fluorescent tubes. Got any money on you? Just kidding honey. Here, fill out this application. Application? To work for free? Whatever. I filled out the page and gave it to Filly. "Thanks, Sweetie. We just need your contact information. Are you gay?" "Um. What? Yeah. Why?" "Just checking. We sometimes get bible-thumpers show up and all they want to do for people is go tell them to accept Jesus. I swear." "What do you need me to do?" "I'll give you a quick lesson...we try to stem the tidal wave of new cases. I like your shirt, by the way. Our volunteers go to where the most vulnerable people are. We hand out condoms and pamphlets and tell them where to go for testing. We sometimes go and give talks at schools, but not that often. Our main focus is the front line. Get to those most at risk." "OK. When do I start?" "Well, I would say 'right now', but you have nice clothes on, and you look clean and shaved. You'll be going to some filthy places and sometimes the people there don't trust us right away. You have to change first...and put on a baseball cap if you have one. Then you can go out to K Street. Wait. No. That's a rough part of town and I'll send Peaches there. She outweighs you by about a hundred pounds and carries a knife. Sammy is already at the park with the hookers, which leaves you with the river. There are a lot of homeless man down there. They are mobile. If we can get to them before they pick up the virus and spread it, we're doing our job. But you really have to change. Don't wear good shoes. Those guys shit wherever and you don't want to step in that." "OK. I'll do it." My old haunt by the river. Filly gave me a plastic bag with rubbers and information cards. I didn't feel like changing clothes. I mean, anyone who didn't know to look down and watch where they walked had no business going anywhere. I stopped at a dumpy little convenience store and spent all the money I had on snacks, jerky and sodas. These guys had to fight hunger before they could fight anything else. It all came back to me as I went down the weed-choked hill. It was the same. The same shades of green and gray. The Potomac flowed silently by, waiting to claim victims and cause grief. My guess was enough drownings had happened that kids no longer found it thrilling. Finally. I found a neat little path that had most likely been made by the bums or the vagabonds or whatever they were called now. I sensed them before I saw The Three Sisters. Hello again, ladies.Then I heard talking. Already? They were never this close, but sure enough, the guys were here already. Goofing around a sharing a bottle -- as if no time had passed in a decade. There about six men...looking exactly like the friends I'd made here as a boy. Except I wasn't spying this time...I was volunteering. I just approached the and said, "Hi guys! Nice day, huh?" They stared and sized me up. "Whatchoo want here, boy?", a hillbilly-looking guy asked. "I brought you some lunch. Hungry?" I opened the bag of food and they hesitated only seconds before tearing into it. Everything was gone in a flash. One of them kept an eye on me. "What's in the other bag?", the suspicious guy asked. He was wearing overalls with the legs cut off into shorts. No shirt on underneath and no shoes. All of them were barefoot. I guess they needed to save their shoes for all the traveling. "Well..um...I also brought some things you might want. Or need. Condoms." I had no idea what their reaction would be. The overalls guy walked right up to me and stared me down. Oh shit. "Condoms? Like rubbers? You think we all out here fucking each other??" "No. Not at all. I just...well..I know they're expensive to buy...and...well." "Why? Do you want us to fuck you in the ass?!" He seemed mad for some reason. "No. Look, I just thought I'd offer. I'll go now." The river was dangerous in so many ways, but I had never feared it as much as I did now. . "Goddamn, Sully. Leave the kid alone. He's good people." A large bear-like man had spoke up. "Nah. I'm just jokin' him, Yawman. I'm jus' jokin' you, boy. Matter of fact, we corn-hole each other sometimes. It's not gay, it's just survival. Except Yawman...he's too proper. Plus his meat is too big for nobody to go near." The others laughed and the big Yawman looked down at the ground. "Lemme see those rubbers." I opened the bag and handed Sully a dozen plastic-wrapped condoms. This was uncomfortable. "What the fuckin' hell? Are these for little baby dicks?" "They're standard size...they stretch." "Hey guys -- look at these mini-rubbers the kid brought us! Let's see if they fit." He opened the fly of his overalls and let his dick hang loose. "Open it for me, boy." I had no experience with condoms, but I knew enough. I opened them all for the group. They all dropped their jeans and shorts (except for big Yawman). They laughed and tried to fit them on their soft dicks. I should have mentioned that a penis needs to be erect first, but I was too busy looking at all those genitals. They guffawed at how the condoms could barely fit on their soft, hat heads. "Yawman would need five times this size, right dude?" The big guy kept looking at his big, bare feet."Take that giant thing out...this'll be funny as shit." Yawman looked at the others and sighed. He dropped his filthy jeans, and showed the biggest, hardest cock on Earth. Sully walked over and held the new rubber up to the guy's hard-on. That drew laughs from the bunch. The big man looked at me with an embarrassed expression. He brought his jeans back up on his hips. "Well...use them if you need to. I'll come back next week if you're still here." Yawman finally spoke. "Nope. We're headed South tomorrow. But come tonight....we're having a bonfire and getting drunk. Come back after dark and bring booze if you have any." I saw a tiny flash in his dark brown eyes. Why was he homeless? He could speak well and would be so handsome if shaved the beard and cleaned up a little. I could see him as a senator or an attorney. And....and that dick! I had no idea they were made that big. I felt my own dick getting stiff as I walked home. The Three Sisters mocked my boner. I swear I could hear ghosts laughing. Or it was the wind. I got home and Mom was making dinner for us and her new boyfriend. He was an old guy with a gut and a love for whiskey. I wondered why she'd go for another alcoholic, but she was lonely. "Go wash up. Benjamin. We're having pork roast tonight. It's Winston's favorite. You look sun-burned. Be ready in ten minutes." It was a sad dinner. This Winston guy was loaded and nodding off while he chewed. They'd be going to bed early. And they did. I read "Junkie" by William S. Burroughs until the sun went down. The house was quiet except for the snoring from Mom's room. I snuck into the kitchen and found an almost full bottle of brown liquor. I assumed it was whiskey. There was a crow on the label. I raided the fridge for leftovers and put it all in a bag. I had a party to attend! The moon was pretty full and unobstructed by clouds. The night air was alive with the sound of insects and bats.My hometown had never seemed so energized before. I felt like I was barely touching the ground as I walked down to the river. I was on auto-pilot. The moon glowing off the river's surface was downright beautiful. It was okay for me to be here. I had only one word in my mind: Yawman. It didn't take long before I saw the yellow=orange glow of a fire along the bank. The guys had started the farewell party. The gang was there, standing around and passing a bottle...laughing and cussing. Yawmen was at the far left. I just went up and stood next to him. He grinned...and I noticed he was missing a few teeth on the bottom. I handed him the bag of booze and food. The bottle was more important to them than the food. I even took a few sips myself. It was a party after all. I felt a little drunk. I couldn't hoot and holler with the abandon these guys did, so Yawman and I made small talk. "Thanks for coming out tonight. I was hoping you would." "Where are you headed next?" I missed him already. "Who knows? Sully hasn't even decided if which direction we're going to go. September is a tricky time. There's more day work up north, but it will get cold soon. I'd rather be warm. My health ain't that great. I get tired and weak way sooner these days. And I got these sores appearin' on my stomach and legs. Look, there's one on my big toe." Sure enough, there was a raised reddish-purple spot on his massive foot. It looked ominous in the dancing light from the fire. "Well, you probably need better food or vitamins or something." He chuckled. "Or something is right. I bet it's cancer. My dad died of it when I was little, and then my sister got it. You can't change the hand your dealt. The bottle is coming around again. I'm partied out, but you should have some more." I'd do anything he asked. "Okay, but not too much more. I don't drink." "Good for you, Ben. Look at these guys. They're getting wasted. Question is -- are they going to fall into the fire or go start fucking first." The crowd had kind of dispersed. "Is it really true that you guys have sex with each other?" "Yup. This is a crazy,horny bunch. I never get to fuck anybody because of my size, but I've been on the receiving end lots of times...ever since I took to the road at 17. I'm dying to fuck somebody." "Wow." I had nothing to add. We just watched the flames until it was just us left. There was a splashing sound. Somebody had decided to go for a swim. Dumb. "I need to lie down for a little bit. Want to come with me?" God, yes I did. "I got a nice flat space staked out a few yards from here. We'll still get some light from the flames." He showed me his 'bedroom', which was a pile of blankets and what looked like an old sofa cushion.He'd flattened the weeds and grass pretty well with his big body. "This is peaceful." "Yeah. I don't like all the bug bites I wake up with. Most of them sleep closer to the ban, but there's something about that river I don't trust." I told him about The Three Sisters. "I grew up here and have heard the tale since I can remember. The sisters want company." Yawman was still standing, towering over me. "You've lived here your whole life?" "Yeah. I've never been more than a hundred miles from this time." "Have you ever kissed a man? Would you want to?" He laid one of his big warm hands on my shoulder. I could see the bright moon over his head. It was so full that the surrounding stars shrunk away from it respectfully. "No. And yes, I want to kiss you." Yawman paused for s few seconds and then leaned down and lightly touched my lips with his. Delicate and warm. I wrapped my arms around his waist and gave the signal to keep going. Flames went up my spine, and I wanted him to consume me. It got hotter as we kissed and tongued each other like two carp. I felt my right hand slip loose and grope the crotch of his jean shorts. It was large, hard and heavy -- like he was stashing an engine part down there. "This is a bad idea, Ben." "Really? I think it's the best idea I've ever had." I knelt at his feet and pulled his shorts down. His inhumanly large dick jutted straight out and hit me in the forehead. I had no idea what I was doing now, but something was guiding my actions. Maybe the sisters were directing me. I put my mouth over the large knob at the end of his penis. He tasted and smelled like the river. The head was hard, but also soft in a way I can't really describe. I knew what to do...I had to take more of it...his gently thrusting hips told me as much.I opened wide and tried to swallow more of him. I thought I was doing pretty well. I loved it. This could all end now and I've have so much to remember and relive. He touched a wide hand to my cheek. The skin was tough, but you could tell there was soft underneath. Like the skin on pineapple leaves. "Oh yeah. Just like that, Baby. Can you go a little deeper?" How? I already was having trouble breathing. But he insisted that meat farther toward the back of my throat. He hit a spot where I thought I'd vomit. I gagged and eased off a little. "Sorry. I got carried away. Want to stop?" I breathed in some fast gulps of air. "I don't ever want to stop." He chuckled. "Good. Let me lie down and stretch out a little." Tall people are impressive when they're standing, but somehow even more impressive when horizontal. I resumed sucking him. "Wait. I'll come pretty soon. Do you want to swallow it?" I made agreeable noises and nodded my head. "Or maybe..." I sat up. "What?" "You're probably not up to it, but I'd really like to fuck your little ass." His voice was quiet and deep...coming deep from within his rib cage. Like fucking? Like butt fucking? Actual? Fuck? I was suddenly in way over my head. But I wanted it anyway. I wanted this man to get what he'd really been wanting for so long. It might destroy me, but I didn't seem to mind that idea. We're all going to die someday, and Yawman was worth the risk. "I want that, but I have no idea how it works." The flame light faintly danced across his bare legs and hard dick. "Just take off your clothes, your pants. And then try to sit down on it." I felt wildly overdressed. Underwear, socks...like I was going to class or church or something. I was standing there naked in the weeds, getting ready to have sex for the first time. My ass felt very small and impossibly tight as I looked at his boner. This was never going to work. I knelt down and and straddled his giant thighs. I needed encouragement or just plain courage as looked at his shadowy face. "Yawman....I've never...I mean...I just..." "You just need to relax is what you just need to do. It won't be easy, but you need to loosen up right now. This is going to happen now. I'm counting on it. No backing out." I discovered you can't force yourself to relax. You either are or you aren't. I decided to just adore his body for a little. He needed spoiling in the worst way. I saw the weird bruises on his legs. They didn't look weird, but they had a texture that made me realize these were symptoms of AIDS. Yawman had it. I guess I knew already. I moved down and felt that lesion on his toe. It was fine. I was asking for this. I gave him a slow foot massage. The skin on his soles was even rougher than his hands.Traveling Man. He had a lot of mileage on these big feet. He needed special treatment from somebody in this world. "That feels soooo nice! But you're just getting my dick harder, Ben. I'm getting close." It was time. I had to go through with this. "Okay. Please go slow." I felt that famous head hit my hole. No way would that thing ever fit inside. I lingered there a little and Yawman got impatient and tried to push me down on his crotch...not harshly, but with some force. DAMN! It felt like I'd been stabbed! The pain was unbearable and there was no way I could do this...as much as I thought I wanted to. "I'm in. It'll feel better before you know it. Just stay still and don't yell too loud. We don't need an audience." No. I needed to stand up. "I can't do this, Yawman. You can come in my mouth if you want." He looked at me with an expression that was unreadable in the moonlight and the dying flames. "Please? I have wanted to do this for so long. Please?" I checked my brain for something to say. I could leave and miss this chance forever. "Well...if you want this that much...you need to take charge here. I need you to do the work." He stood up fast and wrapped me in his arms. We kissed deeply and the river water splashed around in skull. "OK, Ben. I was saving that as a last resort, but we'll do it now." He forced me down on my back. I felt some of the weeds on my spine. I can't believe I was requesting to be raped by a man with AIDS. This is just how life works... If I'd ever been drowned in the Potomac, I'd be dead by now anyway. "Ow. There's a rock under my tailbone." He just dropped on top of me, and his weight took the wind out of me. "Keep your mind on that rock. When we're done, you can get rid of it." He pushed down and spread my legs apart with his heft. It wasn't long before he was prodding me again with that giant dick. It went through easier this time, but he wanted to go in further, go deeper inside. I yelled. He put that big rough hand over my mouth. "Hush, baby. You wanted this, remember? I'm so close now." He kept going in and I couldn't help but scream in pain. I remember being a little kid and having vaccinations. I cried my eyes out then, and this pain was worse. I'm sure I was bleeding. I looked up into his dark bearded face and saw those eyes. I did indeed ask for this. I did want to spoil him. I stopped whimpering as he started moaning and got into the fucking pace he'd wanted. My ass was ruined, but I didn't care at this point. I was having sex! A big man was having sex with me! He removed his hand from my mouth. "Thank you for doing it this way, Yawman. I love it." "Yeah. I...I'm ...going to come inside you now.....ughhhh....FUCK!... Yeah!!!!" Maybe it was just my imagination, but I swear I could feel that sperm gush into my being. I was officially infected now. I was happily doomed. He rolled off of me and gasped the night air. "Was that good?" "Fuck yeah it was. Thank you, Ben. I need you to be with me every night." "I love you." That was probably not even correct, but it's what came out of my mouth. He chuckled lightly. "I love you too, kid. But I'm moving out in a few hours. This will always be special to me, though." "But you could stay. I could help you get housing, help you get a job. If that doesn't work, you can come live in my house. I can't lose you." "Nah. I need to move..." He was getting drowsy. "Or I can quit school and get a job. We could get our own place. An apartment or something." "Shhh. We'll talk about it later. I need to sleep now. Shhh. Come snuggle with me." I put my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat and his breathing. He was out. I was wildly awake. I stayed there until the sky started to barely brighten. I planned on staying until he woke up, but I was restless and needed to walk or something. I stood and felt a hard ache in my stomach...and below. It took me a few seconds to walk steadily. I left my clothes because I'd be back for them. I liked the idea of being nude on the bank of the river. I should have at least put my shoes on...this was no place to be barefoot. Oh well -- I'd stay close to the soft, muddy shore. I kept my eyes down and watched where I stepped. The sun woke up and helped me see better. While glancing down, I saw there was a ton of dried blood on my legs and ankles. It was like a horror movie. I needed to clean this off before Yawman saw me again. I could rinse it off in the river. I wouldn't go far....just far enough to get clean. The water was warmer than I would have guessed. The surface was calm, but the currents were strong down there. I was involuntarily dragged out farther. No big deal. I never learned to swim, but I could dog-paddle. One quick under-current spun me around. That was bad....I should go back to the shore. But I could no longer tell what direction I was looking out. Now I was scared. I remember the panic, and then I was sucked below the surface. The quickness of it caught me unprepared, and I had no air in my lungs. Another flow pushed me down to the bottom. You can't cough underwater...if you try, the water goes into your mouth and nose. Shit. I was weak against the water and tried to fight for my life. I vomited up river water and that only made me open for more. And then...and then there was no fight left. I was just looking around at the murky gray-green water. It was interesting. I no longer needed air. I could just go explore and find The Three Sisters. Nobody knew what they looked like under the water. The sun was fully up. It reached me below the water...and got very bright. White light with every color of the spectrum within. I could tell Yawman about this sight. I loved him and wanted to make him stay. Then there no more thoughts...just light.

I got this very hot story. I did not write it. I want to know if anyone here is the author and can please add to it Please. Who knows what was different about that night at the Bathouse. Maybe there were fewer hot looking young studs around or maybe I was just getting bored with the same old plain boring sex. But I could tell something was different. I felt edgy--nervous--for some reason. Restless. I don't know how long I'd been there when I spotted this guy coming toward me. He was everything I avoided. On the tall side and skinny as hell and looked like he could've been twice my age. Almost skeletal looking with a hollow, gaunt face and dark circles under his eyes and big bony hands and feet. As he moved closer I saw that he had that searching, needy look in his dark eyes--eyes that started straight at me and didn't look away as we passed each other in the hallway. He creeped me out--sick looking fuck--but I noticed that I was fighting the urge to turn around and look back at him after we'd passed. I forced myself to keep my eyes fixed on the floor in front of me until we'd both rounded different corners. I quickly put him out of my mind when a slightly older, hunky daddy pulled me into one of the stalls, bent me over and stuck his tongue in my crack. I was starting to really grind my tight hole in daddy's face when someone pulled the curtain in our stall slightly open and I saw Sick Fuck standing there watching us. Daddy was so busy with his face in my crack he didn't even seem to notice but I was practically eye level with this fucker's towel-clad and rapidly tenting groin. I could tell this skin and bones stalker was sporting one huge fucking cock, and when he moved his towel and a thick, throbbing 8 inch mushroom headed uncut pecker bobbed in front of me, my own cock--barely semi hard all night so far--stiffened instantly and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Daddy had barely noticed Sick Fuck, still sucking on my hole, but I had to get that sick fucker's fat bone in my mouth. He stepped slightly into the stall and slid that oozing mushroom head past my lips straight to the back of my throat. I couldn't believe how I was getting off on this guy's dick but I couldn't get enough of that pecker in my mouth. I was rooting and slurping and gagging and groaning like it was the first blowjob I'd ever given and my own cock was starting to leak serious precum all over my feet. We went at it like that for a few minutes then Sick Fuck pulled his monster cock out of my mouth and took a step back so that I got another good look at him. Those huge, gaunt eyes stared straight at me that spit slick cum heavy shaft still bobbing in front of me. He nodded in the direction of the hallway, indicating that he wanted me to follow him. I was simultaneously repulsed and more turned on than I could remember being in I don't know how long. Every sane, rational thought in my head was saying No! Don't go with him! but suddenly I was pulling away from Daddy's mouth on my hole and not even bothering to pick up my towel, following Sick Fuck to his private room. He stepped in and waited for me to follow, then shut the door behind us and dropped his towel. I'd never felt so fucking freaky hot and turned on and scared shitless in all my life. I couldn't believe I was alone and naked with this pale, skinny, sickly fucker my eyes glued to that huge dick, made all the more grotesquely long and thick looking because of his skinny, emaciated frame. Part of me wanted to turn around and run the hell out of that room but I didn't move. Just stood there with my own dick pointing straight up and my eyes fixed on his drooling monster. You want it, don't you boy? he said in a soft slithery voice that sent cold chills up my spine. I felt a lump in my throat and swallowed hard, sensing he meant something besides the obvious. I could tell when you first looked at me in the hallway, he said. I knew what you wanted. I don't know how it was possible but my dick lengthened and hardened even more. He moved toward me and our cocks bumped against each other I felt his large bony hands with their papery feeling skin circle my slim waist and pull me closer, pressing our cocks together and then letting his hands roam over my firm butt cheeks. I felt his mouth bite my neck and my lick my ear. I'm going to make sure you get everything you want, he breathed in my ear. Then his mouth was on mine . .. and I was beyond shocked when I felt my mouth open and suck in his long tongue and heard myself groaning and moaning and grabbing his skinny butt and pulling him closer to me. I glanced at our reflections in the mirrored walls my tanned, muscular jock bod pressed against his pale, skinny, emaciated long limbs and suddenly I knew there was no turning back no leaving the room I knew he was right:--whatever IT was I wanted it. And I wasn't going to leave until I got it. I could literally feel my knees shaking as he pulled away and, putting both those big bony hands on my shoulders, pushed me down until I was eye level with that drooling monster prick of his I'd never seen anything quite like it. Maybe it was just the stark contrast of that long, thick, pulsing dick and his wasted looking frame. Glancing up at him I could see the outline of his ribs his thin skin stretched tight over his ample bones. He was looking down at me and his eyes looked black in the dim light. They were staring straight into mine as he started to move the fat, oozing head of his cock across my lips and chin, gradually starting to gently dick whip my face and making my own cock leap in response. Instinctively my lips parted and that huge mushroom head slipped past them into my mouth. Suck it, boy, he said in that same slithery but steely voice. Had I ever wanted anything in my mouth that much before? If so you couldn't prove it by the sudden slurping and grunting and groaning and dripping that followed. I took him all the way to the back of my throat, practically begging him to gag and choke me--which he seemed more than happy to do It had to have been the biggest cock I'd ever had in my throat--or maybe it was just that I'd never gone so fucking pig crazy over a dick in my mouth before. And when he pulled a bottle of poppers seemingly out of nowhere and stuck it under my nose and I took two long hard hits, I went goddamned out of my mind cramming as much of that cock down my throat as I could, grabbing his cheeks and grinding him into my face and making sounds I didn't even know I could make. Without taking his eyes off mine or taking his cock out of my mouth he leaned over and after sticking two fingers in his mouth, he found my hole and I felt the warm goo of his spit moisturizing my tight little pucker. I was still flying from the poppers so I groaned even louder and instinctively relaxed my ring to let those long bony fingers slide into me. There was no mistaking his intention. This sleazy bastard was planning to fuck me. The idea made me shudder--and my already hard as rock dick stick straight up between my legs. Was I seriously going to let this obviously--literally-wasted fucker put his big diseased cock inside me? What in holy hell was I doing on my knees in front of this zombie actually thinking about letting this sick fuck stick his King Kong dong up my fuckhole?? Normally I wouldn't be caught dead even giving a sleaze bag like this guy a second look much less opening up so he could stick a third finger in my cunt. He was finger fucking my hole now while he continued fucking my face with his meaty prick. I could hear this guttural sound coming from the back of his throat--it didn't sound quite human but it just made me grunt and suck and slurp and bounce up and down even harder on his fingers--now buried up to his knuckles in my hole. Sweet fucking hole, he said, sounding slightly out of breath, and trying to push a fourth finger inside me. Sweet fucking hungry hole knows what it wants, doesn't it boy? All I could do was moan harder and louder and open up wider. Show me that pretty hole, boy, he said, suddenly pulling his dick from my mouth and pulling me up on to the bed on my knees with my hole hanging off it. He made that low, guttural sound in the back of his throat again as he put those big hot hands on my cheeks and spread them apart. Then he spit so hard on my crack it felt like I'd been slapped and his tongue plunged into my crack and started to work its way inside me. driving me into an immediate pig fucker frenzy. I looked over at the mirror again and the sight of this walking dead man with his gaunt face buried in my round bubble butt was the fucking hottest thing I'd ever seen. I arched my back and ground my hole into that face and felt that tongue slide so far into me I thought he put in a finger again. Even with his mouth clamped on my hole he managed to find the bottle of poppers again and handed them to me. I took two more long hard hits and nearly thought I would black out. He obviously saw the effect it was having on me and quickly stood up and positioned a spit slick slimy monster cock between my slippery hole cheeks. We both know what you want, boy, he said, panting slightly. Your cunt knows what it wants. My dick knows what it wants. I felt the head of his cock slip just past my ring and a shudder moved through me from my head to my toes. But just as I thought he was going to push the rest of the way inside me just as I was instinctively relaxing my sphincter to try to accommodate that fat AIDS cock he slowly withdrew and reaching for what looked like a large plastic bag in a duffel bag beside the cot, he said, How much fun do you wanna have, boy? How far over the edge do you want me to take you ? Just when I thought I'd jumped off the deep end and couldn't possibly take another step over the line, this sick fucker managed to take me to another brink. I was trembling all over--again--and the knot in my stomach felt every bit as hard as my rock-rigid cock as I watched him pull what looked like an entire tool kit from that plastic bag. I'd never done any drugs except for smoking an occasional joint--and being a lost cause poppers whore. I didn't even know what I was seeing as he fished around in the bag a bit then told me to get back on my hands and knees on the bed. I knew you were a fucking cum slut waiting to happen the minute we made eye contact in the hall, he said in that stern, slithery voice that still gave me goose bumps. One look at you and I knew you were going to be mine. He was standing behind me but I could see us both in the mirror: my bubble butt jock hole up in the air and that slimy AIDS fucker taking whatever the hell he'd pulled out of that bag and starting to slip it into my boyhole. It felt hard a little grainy ... What are you doing? My voice cracked a bit as I felt his fingers pushing it further into me. Just relax, baby. It's just a little something to get us rolling here. You'll feel it any second now He must've been able to tell when I started to feel the burn. I started moving my hole around a bit on the bed and couldn't suppress a low moan as I felt the warmth starting to spread through me from my sphincter. Mmmmm yea my baby's starting to feel it already, he said, leaning over me and rubbing that slimy, precummy monster cock in my crack. When I felt that dick bumping my hole again I thought I might spurt right there on the spot. It was like a jolt of electricity shooting straight from my fuckhole to my scalp and the tips of my toes. I instinctively bucked my hips toward him, knowing I wanted that cock in me. But this guy had a plan and he wasn't going to be rushed. He rubbed his dick slowly in my crack, just barely poking the head into my sphincter and driving me goddamn fucking crazy. I was whimpering like a puppy but also couldn't take my eyes off the image of us in the mirror--this scrawny, bony, pale as paste bastard with his big bony hands on my boy butt and his thick schlong rubbing and probing my crack. None of it seemed quite real even though I was harder and hornier than I'd even been in my life. It was even more surreal when he reached again for the plastic bag and I saw him take out what looked like two small syringes and a couple of long rubber bands. His dick was still stoking the fire at my hole and I could feel my hole quivering but I was wide eyed and scared as fuck when I saw him wrap one of the rubber bands tightly around his skinny bicep. He saw me watching him in the mirror and his mouth stretched into the most evil, terrifying grin I'd ever seen. Are you ready, boy? he said Are you ready for me to take you where you've never been before? What is that? I said, feeling that knot in my stomach again and feeling simultaneously terrified and turned on as hell. It's something that's going to help you be the fucking pig whore you were born to be, he said, taking one of my arms in his hands. It's the point of no return, baby. He wrapped the other rubber band around my own muscular arm. It's what you've been waiting for--you just didn't know it. He wrapped the band and pulled it tight. You know what you want, don't you boy? He looked into my eyes in the mirror. You know what I'm going to give you, don't you? All my bugs into ur Neg cunt. Did I know? Had I known all along? Did I know the minute that I saw that sick fuck in the hallway that I was going to end up here naked in this room with his cock in my crack, about to watch him stick a needle in my arm? Did I know I was going to end up out of my mind with fucking pig lust for that AIDS cock and that I'd be begging this suck fucker to pump a hot thick toxic load of his creamy AIDS cum into my sweet boyhole? I could've saved myself. Instead, feeling my whole body tremble and my cock throb I watched him take the other needle and I watched it stick my arm and watched the liquid seep into me and then i watched the transformation. I watched the muscular, pretty young jock boy I'd been turn into a writhing, squirming, grunting, groaning wild eyed cum pig begging that for that sick AIDS monster cock to fill me up. I watched that slimy, oozy toxic fuck stick slide all the way up my boy cunt and I saw my hole back down on it and felt myself open wide to take him in and I heard myself begging: begging for more begging for everything he had to give me. Tell me what you want, his voice slithered in my ear as he started breathing harder. Tell me, baby. I want your cock, I moaned. I didn't even have words to describe how I was feeling at that point. Lust spread through me like someone was pouring lava down my throat and shooting it up my hole. What else? he murmured. What else do you want? He somehow reached behind him and managed to open the door to our room. Anybody walking by would be able to see and hear us. Tell me what you want, fucker, he demanded. I want your fucking cum! I said. You want what? he said. A couple of guys walking by saw us and stepped into the room. I want your fucking hot cum! I said. Fuck yea! one of the guys said. He was a larger, older version of the sick fuck who was ramming his cock deep in my fiery hole. Give the little whore that hot seed! Is that what you want, baby? he said. Do you want my hot toxic AIDS seed deep in your gut? Holy fucking god-damn hell yes!!! Shoot your goddamn motherfucking AIDS cum up my hole!! I heard myself yelling it out loud, not caring who heard. Not caring who saw. When he unleashed an explosion of dirty poz cum in my guts we both hollered and within minutes at least five men were standing beside the bed, their dicks pointing toward my hole, waiting for a turn at my now oozing, impregnated hole. I took them all--a fat fuck who looked old enough to be my grandfather some wasted fucker who looked like he just wandered in from a homeless shelter a couple who tag teamed me for what seemed like an hour before both unloaded in me--twice--and at least a half dozen others while my sick fuck AIDS daddy kept his cum coated schlong in my mouth and continued to whisper in my ear that his devil seed was now deep inside me . .. that he was inside me and that from that moment on I belonged to him. From them he lined up more diseased cock for me to be a cum dump to. I added some to this and edited to my tastes. I have shot at least 50 loads to this story. Please help. If you can do this to me using whatever chems u want please let me know. I live in Dallas Texas now.

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

Day one and we are off to a good start 26 cocks, 5 fist, and 8 loads. Also fucked 5 holes myself. Let us see what night two holds

The rougher together without any inhibitions brings out the BEAST.

I think one can have both knowing some hookups are "quantity" ones, some are "quality." I am working toward craving both equally not just saving myself for the "quality" ones but digging the "quantity" ones too. I find out later some "quantity " turn out to be definite "quality" (and vice versa.) I never regret a load received!

The whole BEING BRED >>>> RAW<<<< IN FRONT OF OTHERS has become the biggest thrill for me. Especially in a room full of strangers where some still 'scamper for PROTECTION' every now and then, looking for some damn rubbers! And me stepping up front, taking an anon one for the team, as the other DEVOUT BARE-BACKERS gather up, jacking and howling! They have long dismissed the 'timid players' - with puzzled looks and confused smirks! I love the idea of a BAREBACK RODEO: no saddles, no safety net! Skin-on-skin! Getting 'tagged' and branded by the bros! Being recognized as 'the fun one'...

This is a tough situation because you are still young and if you "control yourself" and don't take advantage of what sex with man can offer you, you may be sorry later on in life, in your 50's, 60's and on. But if you let go and start to freely enjoy bareback sex, there's a big chance of getting infections which can be quite annoying. At least you are on PrEP so you don't have to worry about pozing. I took the risk when I was young but managed to fully enjoy bareback sex and taking anon loads but I haven't pozed. Not too many bottoms have taken more than 1,000 anon loads without pozing.

Posted this in the cocksucking forum, but it also fits in here given how things ended: Had a great time in my hotel room last week during a work trip. Over two nights I had more than 19 guys come by, two of them twice. Only had one jerk flake — which is a very good ratio. Most were guys from Grindr, though some were found on CraigsList. Everyone was anonymous, though obviously I did know what some of the guys from Grindr looked like, if not which ones were which. While most guys were just hard cocks for me to service, a couple were memorable. All were between the ages of 18 and 29. One guy insisted on coming only as part of a pair taking turns, and it took awhile to find him a pair. Once they both showed up, we spent an hour of them taking turns slipping their dicks through the sheet while making on their side. One came quicker than the other, but stayed until his new friend also fed me his seed. One guy was straight but his wife doesn't like to suck dick, so he snuck over. Like most straight guys I go down on, he came in just a few minutes. But it was a big load that tasted so damn good. The youngest guy was 18, and still lived at home. He had such a perfect, smooth young cock. His pubic hair had that smell that comes from underwear washed by a mom. He took forever to cum, but when he did it was gallons.... I couldn't swallow it all, a lot poured down my chin and all over my chest. I smelled like cum for the rest of the night. The last memorable guy was a college kid in his early 20s. He came pretty quickly, and then begged me to fuck him. I normally don't do anything but suck, but his cock had been so nice that I was rock hard. He bent over and pressed back against my sheet. I ate his tangy-tasting ass until he started to get loose, then I slicked my dick up with spit, and pressed in. He was tight, but he didn't fight me. After my thick head pushed in, the rest of my 7 inches slid in quickly, balls deep. I didn't have to really do a thing but stand there, as he started sliding back and forth on my dick. After a few minutes, my balls siezed up and I began to nut inside him... and then his ass started spasming as he came again. Pulling off of me, he pulled up his pants and left with my cum still inside him. I slipped around the sheet and licked his cum off the floor. Definitely the hottest guy of the trip.

Walking my dog before going into the gym. Encountered my former fuck buddy cruising the park..high..and hungry for some cock and loads. Just couldn't resist pumping a few loads into him before going to the gym.

Southern Decadence! It's become one of my favorite events of the year since I started going three years ago. This last one was no exception to that! It was even better now that I've become such a cumdump. What I love about Southern Decadence is the mixture of seeing old acquaintances and making new ones, all of whom want to fuck! I love the raw animalistic sex that happens at the Rawhide and the Phoenix bars. I feel like these are some of the best places to be the cumwhore that I am. Day and night the bars are packed with men ready to fuck, so of course I made my ass available to as many as I could. I always wish I could remember everything but I ended up remembering the tops with whom I connected with on some level, either emotionally or physically, but after a while all the dick up my ass became a blur. On Labor Day I had a late flight out, so I decided to hit the Rawhide in the afternoon and practice at 'no dick or loads refused'. Sometimes I still want to be pickier than I should as a true cumdump. I got there about 1:00 PM and the bar wasn't too crowded, but there were already some men in the back. I knew what they were looking for, so I paraded around in my skimpy nylon gym shorts took up a position in the dark corner near the bathroom. One guy was standing there. He appeared to be husky and maybe mid 40s but I honestly am not too sure what he looked like as I just turned and face the wall and lowered my shorts so my ass was exposed. He didn't take long to put his average size cock inside of me and blow his load. A crowd had gathered to watch him fuck me and I fondled several cocks and, as he fucked me, sucked some of them. The second guy was an older black guy with a somewhat bigger cock. I was ready to go as soon as the first top had deposited his load in my ass, but there was a bit of a delay because the second guy wanted to use a condom, but when wearing one he had a difficult time staying hard, so he pulled it off and had me suck him for a while, only for his dick to go limp when it was time to enter me. Finally he managed to get his cock into my ass and he even managed to fuck for a while, only to once more go limp. At this point I was ready to move on, especially since he apparently was determined to use a condom, so I turned to the next guy way there and took his hard cock up my willing hole. After that guy blew his load, I was surprised when the black guy re-entered my ass, this time raw, and finally fucked me hard enough to seed my ass with his load. After this third load I went to the main area of the bar where several guys continued in using my hole. A couple tag teamed me before both shot each shot his load in me, and after that I spied a nice thick 10 inch BBC. I had the audience eagerly wondering whether I could take it all but I just went right over to that BBC and sat right on it and it slid all the way in. It felt so good to be filled like that even more loaded by the end. When I pulled off him. Cum came out of my ass and ran down my leg. By this point I reeked of cum and sweat and lube. Unfortunately I had to go back to the hotel and get my luggage to go to the airport, but I really wanted just one last load. I checked out the bathrooms one last time only to discover a bear cub who's dick already hard and hot. I didn't even waste time sucking it. I just slid my cum lubed hole right on his pole. He had a nice thick piece of meat and knew how to use it. I don't know if he had cum before during the weekend but he shot a huge load. When he withdrew cum just gushed out of me. I pulled up my shorts and want to my soggy hole back to the hotel with a big wet spot on my shorts. At the hotel I picked up my luggage and went to the airport, already looking forward to the next Southern Decadence!

How do you compartmentalize honesty, trust, loyalty, responsibility, commitment? I know that I'm surprisingly uptight and judgmental on this subject, and I won't apologize for it. I've been cheated on, and I will never condone or excuse anyone for making anybody else feel the way it made me feel. If getting fucked in the ass is more important to you than your wife is, divorce her. If she's more important, stop cruising and get a squirting dildo and introduce it into your play with her. My final statement is a question. What do you think will happen when this hot daddy (or his replacement, because if you can justify it to yourself once you can justify it to yourself every time) gives you an STD and you pass it on to her?

I decided to stop at one of the many Las Vegas ABSs on my way to the airport this morning. It's a bookstore that's a bit of a distance from my house. And one that I don't go to very often. But I had to run an errand to that part of town and I had some time to spare before I needed to be at the airport, so I made a stop. It was only 8:30a in the morning. But the parking lot was already full. Like many of the ABSs here in Vegas, they can be quite busy during the morning "drive time". A lot of guys stop by on their way to work to take care of their morning wood. I parked on the street, just in front of the store. I bought a ticket for the theater and the grumpy clerk buzzed me inside. There were 3 guys sitting in the side of the double theater that showed str8 movies. And looking past the opening into the gay/trans side, I could see another 2 guys sitting in there. I glanced at the 3 guys in the str8 side as I passed them, on my way into the gay side. Those 3 guys were just sitting there watching the str8 movie. Not even rubbing their crotches. Inside the gay/trans side, the two guys in there had their cocks out and were stroking as they watched a film showing a chick with a dick sucking and getting fucked by 2 hung black guys. The first guy I passed was close to 70 years old. He was playing with his limp dick. The second guy, sitting on the end of a ratty, leather sofa, was a hot looking black guy in his late 40's. He was tall, athletic, with a small gut on him. He had about 7"s in his hand and was slowing stroking it as he had his eyes glued to the screen. I sat on a cheap plastic chair that was about 2 feet away from the black guy. He never took his eyes off the screen as I passed him and sat next to him. My glances went back and forth between the screen and the black guys cock. After a couple of minutes of me checking him out, the black man finally turned his head and looked me in the eye. With no change in the expression on his face, he looked down at his cock then back at me. He repeatedly would look down at his cock, then look me in the eyes. I took this as an invitation, so I moved my chair the two feet, so that I was now seated right next to him. I moved my hand over to his cock and he moved his hand away from his cock, to give me access. I stroked his hard cock for a couple of minutes. Then I knelt on the filthy floor, between his knees and took his cock into my mouth. Soon, the old guy at the opposite side of the sofa moved over to us. He now was trying to horn in on the action and was trying to move me away from the black guys cock, so he could suck. The black man pushed the old guy away. It took a couple of pushes, before the guy got the hint and moved back to where he had been sitting. One of the guys sitting in the str8 side got up and moved into the gay side and sat in the plastic chair I had vacated. He watched closely as I made love to the beautiful black dick in my mouth. Soon he stood up and pulled his now hard cock from his zipper. He had a 6" hard cock in his hand. I could see him stroking his cock from the sides of my eyes. The black guy lifted my head off his cock and told me to suck the new guy. I turned my head and the new guy put his 6"s in my mouth. For about 5 minutes I alternated sucking both cocks. Then another guy came over to the gay side, from the str8 side. He stood on the other side of the black guy and also took out his cock. He was a latino guy in his late 50's. His cock was only about 6"s. But he had a nice foreskin hanging over his cock head. I turned to him and began to suck on his soft cock and suck on his foreskin. He began to harden. After I had alternated between the 3 of these guys for awhile, I could feel the black guy lean around me and rub my ass, through my pants. So, I stood up, took off my pants and underwear and turned around. I spit on my fingers and lubed up my ass. I did this several times to get my ass nice and lubed up for the black guy. He was also spitting on his fingers and lubing up his cock. I had taken my poppers from my pants when I took them off. I took a couple of deep sniffs of poppers. The black guy reached for my bottle. I gave it to him. He likewise, took some deep drags on the bottle. He handed it back and I took two more sniffs. Then I began to lower myself onto this hard, black cock. My ass slowly lowered onto him, until I could feel his pubes and balls against my ass. I began to rock up and down on his cock as the first guy again put his cock in my mouth. I was sucking and getting fucked at the same time. We fucked like this for about 5 minutes before the black man said, "Get up". I pulled myself up off his cock. "Get on your knees", he tells me. I kneel down on the sofa and put my ass up in the air. He steps behind me and slams back up into me in one, swift motion. He's now in control of the fucking and he's going to be a hard, deep and rough fucker. He's immediately slamming into me. Making me grunt with each of his thrusts. The latino guy is now kneeling on the sofa. His cock is now rock hard and he's stroking his cock furiously, just inches from my face. It's a difficult angle for me to get to his cock. But I turn my head towards him and I open my mouth. Sticking out my tongue. The Latino Papi is now making that face you get, just before you cum. Suddenly cum is covering my face as he sprays his load all over my mouth, tongue and eyes. He soon zips and leaves. The caucasian guy now moves the chair and stands near my head at the end of the sofa. He feeds me his cock. I suck as best I can, but he soon pulls out of my mouth and he begins to stroke fast as well. It only takes him a minute or two before he is now spraying his hot load all over my face. The sight of these two guys cumming all over me, must have turned on the black guy, because he's now ramming deep and hard into me. Then let's out a soft, muffled groan as he empties his balls into my ass. He holds his cock deep into me as he unloads in me. Then he gives me a couple more hard thrusts, then suddenly pulls out of me. He pulls up his pants, puts himself together and leaves. While all this has been going on, I haven't noticed that a thuggish looking Latino kid in his early 20's has come in and sat on the sofa on the side of the gay room. As I get up to put my pants on, I notice him sitting over there, his pants open, and he's stroking a 7" uncut, dark latino dick. He's looking at me intently, but not saying anything. I'm now dressed and I sit down again on the plastic chair. The Latino kid now speaks. "Wanna suck me, Grandpa"? I silently get up and cross over to him. I again drop to my knees. I take some hits of poppers and go down on his cock. His cock is partially hard. But he's quickly hardening as I suck. "You like my straight cock, fag? You like my Mexican dick?" he says. "Mmmm Hmmm......." is all I can moan as I continue to suck him. "Take your time, queer. Enjoy my cock". As I'm worshiping his beautiful cock, I feel someone feeling my ass. I come up off the young guys cock and look behind me. I see a nice looking caucasian guy in his early 40's standing behind me. He's dressed in dress slacks, long sleeved dress shirt and a tie. He's tossed his tie over his shoulder. He's obviously a business man on his way to the office. "Wanna fuck me?? I ask. "Yeah", is all the business guy says. I climb up off the floor. I move to the end of the sofa. Remove my pants again. I kneel on the end of the sofa. I can lean forward from this position and again go back to sucking the Latino kid from the side. The business guy stands behind me. He undoes his belt, unzips and pulls out a 6" cut cock. He slaps it against my cummy hole and pushes easily up into me. "Damn! You a real ho! Aren't ya, fag?" the Latino kid says with a chuckle. "Mmmmm... Hmmmm....." I moan again. I'm laughing to myself as I think about this kid calling me a ho. He's some str8 kid, that has his cock in some stranger's mouth, a man's mouth, in a filthy sex cinema, and he's calling me a ho. LMAO! But, I wear my hard earned "Ho" badge, proudly, as I continue to suck his str8 cock and enjoy the cock that's now sliding in and out of my ass. The businessman is now grabbing me around the waist and ramming into me. He's a man on a mission. And probably is late for the office. He only takes a couple of minutes of intense fucking before Mr. Businessman is shaking in orgasm, as he silently fills my ass with his load. He quickly pulls up his pants. Puts himself together and leaves the theatre. The heavy door of the theater closes with a "slam". I continue to suck on the young Latino dick. "Ok. Damn!", the kid exclaims. "Most of the time I can't cum just by being sucked. Don't think I'm gonna cum this way. Damn, I gotta cum. Shit!", he says, then pauses. "I don't normally fuck guys. But, I fuckin' need to cum. You gotta rubber, Faggot?", he asks. "Nope", I say as I come up off his cock. "But, you can fuck me raw". There's silence. He's obviously weighing his options. "Shit!", he groans as he gets up and moves behind me. He pushes up in me in one angry thrust. "Fuckin' Fag", he says under his breath as he begins to pound my hole. "Dirty, fuckin', faggot whore", he repeats in almost a whisper as he rams repeatedly into me. It's almost kind of scary because his words and mood is getting angrier and louder as he pounds his cock into me. He's slamming into me. The sofa is scooting along the wall as his thrusts become more intense and violent. He gives my ass a couple of hard "whacks". They sting as he slaps my ass. I'm trying to sniff some poppers. But most of the liquid is splashing from the bottle and burning the inside of my nose. I can't get the lid of the poppers back on, because of his fierce thrusts. I finally reach to place the open bottle of poppers onto the dirty floor. Finally, I hear a load grunts coming from him. "Uuuuggghhh...!!!!" he grunts as he slams into me and holds his cock deep into me. "Uuuuggghhhh....!!!!", he grunts again as he slams deep in me and holds it again. "Uuugghhh,...Uuuggghh..!!!" he grunts and slams a few more times. Then he pulls from me. And without saying anything, pulls up his pants. "You're clean, ain't ya?" "Ya ain't got AIDS or no other diseases, do ya?" "A little late to be asking that. Ain't it?" I say with a laugh. "Don't worry about it." I say to him. "You better not be some AIDS whore", he says as he walks toward the door. "Well, I can't vouch for the two loads of cum inside me from the other guys. I have no idea who they are? Do you?", I say with a smile on my face. "Fuckin' Faggots", he shouts back at me as he leaves the theater and lets the door slam shut with a loud bang. I'm laughing to myself. Now, all of a sudden he's worried about diseases. The horny fucker can't control himself when his dick gets hard. Lord knows, how many hundreds of both female and male mouths and assholes his dick has been inside in his few short years? Who knows how many of those holes have been housing the virus? And now, all of a sudden, after the fact, he's worried about it. I have no doubt he'll have his Latino dick inside another hole again, very, very soon. I pulled myself together and headed to the airport. Hopefully, off to my next adventure.

I neither really loved it or hated it. I was just the norm. My grandfather had me hop up on his lap laying my back on his chest. He would put a blanket over us and I would feel a hardness and my soft shorts pulled aside. If i would move at all he would say sit still. Then pressure on my asshole and eventually feeling really full. Nothing was said. After a bit he would groan and i felt throbbing inside. The fullness went away would say I'm such a good boy. Always felt I had to go to the bathroom after and there was always a lot of white stuff in the toilet. I didn't love it since I didn't understand it, nor do I hate it. I do know I felt empty between TV times. Looking back I'm not mad at him for it. He needed to nut and made me want being filled to this day.

Clinical trials for XXY14 began in spring of 2018 on lab animals exposed to the HIV virus, all had significantly high viral loads of one strain or another. Researchers were optimistic, but soon became pleasantly surprised as within weeks all the test subjects began to show significant signs of improvement and within months were free of the virus entirely. This encouraged researchers so much that the petitioned the beleaguered FDA, an agency which the leader of the free world called unimportant and quipped “people should have enough common sense not to ingest toxic substances ’, as he funneled moneys from the agencies budget to fund the now ever needed civil defenses and quell riots, they asked that human trials begin as soon as possible. By summer of 2019 the first 500 participants were selected, 250 to receive the XXY14 and 250 to receive a placebo, all were taken off ARV drugs and simply administered the XXY14 or the placebo. The 250 lucky souls that were given the actual drug after a couple weeks began to show improvement in their viral loads and a small increase in their T cells. The other 250 began to have their viral loads increase even though they believed they were receiving the drug. As months passed the control group continued to decline while the XXY14 group continued to improve, by winter of 2020 the individuals on the actual drug were deemed free of HIV, or at least all but 12 or 13 who still harbored a small reservoir of virus cells but they were replacing rather than expanding their viral base. The research group then gave the actual drug to the remaining 250 as they brought in an additional 500 participants for the second trial. By 2022 the drug was in mass production and deemed safe, finally a vaccine that would also cure 95 % of those stricken with the HIV virus and give hope to the remaining 5% who it would simply leave a reservoir of virus to be watched closely by medical personal. The AIDs/HIV epidemic would soon be over. Researched were exuberant but had no clue what the long term side effects would be, as they did not observe any during the 2 year trails of XXY14. The drug was perfect, almost too perfect, it had both medical and economic side effect not to mention a long term social economic destabilization that would eventually occur. As I sat waiting for my appointment I had a brief time to recollect how I was forced to be inoculated with the drug and how my psychological demeanor fought the intrusion of my person by the government and the medical community, oh how naïve I was back then just 6 years ago. I was just turned 28 and had the world at my fingertips, oh I still had my rebellious side, that was why I was here in the off the beaten path fleabag motel, hosting this appointment. Finally a knock on the door, as I answer and let him in he looks fabulous, a light sheen of sweat coats his shoulders and neck, perspiration is beaded on his forehead. He is about 5’11 and maybe 165 pounds, his sandy blonde curls are matted to his head and he looks at me with pools of blue sky as I check him out. I offer him some water, he declines at first then as I turn him around and begin kissing him he presses into me, then takes the water as I allow him to make his way to the bed, picking up the bottle of water that is sitting on the night stand, he takes a big swig, looks at the bottle then takes another, he seems to enjoy my piss, as he downs another sip “That water was sure sweet, what kind is it” “Recycled, that was my piss from earlier” “Damn sir, if you can I’d love to drink that straight from the tap” Not only was the boy cute and toned but looks like we have a pig in the making. He leans towards me and plants a hot kiss on my neck and begins nibbling down across my chest, stopping at each nipple, getting them erect and hard he has his hands holding up my tank top as he tries to rise so he can remove it easier. I push him back as I remove it for him, then proceed to take off his sweaty tank top then slip him out of his sport shorts, his jock strap barely containing his erect member. I lay down on top of him and continue our make out session, I want to make sure he knows I’m in charge. My cock is straining in my own sport shorts but he needs to know this is my show, I set the pace as I grind my torso into his our tools rubbing together with just thin layers of material keeping them from actually touching. He is perspiring under me but grinding back up to meet my thrust, I don’t know I got so lucky this time but if it is meant to be this boy is a keeper, if chemistry is correct. I slide down some and take his nipple between my lips and teeth, biting ever so lightly to make him flinch, then work my way down to his belly button which has pooled with the combination of our sweat, a sweet lick into the depression and work my mouth over his overstuffed pouch, breathing in the musky scent, but only pausing momentarily before lifting his legs and nibbling on his taint and teasing his hole. I lick his winking ass, it taste fresh and clean, good the boy followed orders and cleaned out before coming, licking deeper I began to force the tip of my tongue in his hole which began to loosen with my expert tonguing, slipping a finger in his hole it felt really tight “You ever been fucked before boy” “No sir, you’re the first guy I’ve ever tried anything with” Sweet a fucking virgin, I was going to have fun breaking in his hole, I continues to lick suck and finger his hole, it slowly loosening up, my cock is drooling toxic precum, as I rise up and line my cock up with his virginal boy hole, smearing my fluid all around his hole “Last chance, you sure you want this?” “Yes sir, I have fantasied about this for months” “There’s no turning back now, son” I pushed my leaking head into his hole, my precum and spit the only lube he got, he flinched a little but I soon felt his hole start gripping and pulsing around my tool, pulling me in deeper so I pushed deeper till my ball sack was resting on his cheeks. He wiggled his ass around and began trying to get me deeper still. I started pumping in and out slowly at first, but was soon pounding and punch fucking him across the bed “Oh daddy fuck me, take my cherry, destroy my ass, and make me your boy” The boy started chanting, encouraging me to breed his hole, impregnate him with my toxic seed, claim him for my own. I pounded him on his back for a while then flipped him over onto his front so I could drill my 9 inch cock deep into his bowels; I was getting close, he was pushing back onto my cock as I exploded into his deep regions, and kept on pumping him full of my hard cock. After fifteen minutes of pounding him into the mattress I climbed on the bed rolled the boy onto his side and spooned him pumping my cock in and out of his now sloppy hole. I pummeled him from this position until I felt my seed rising again and made a show of cumming in his hole as I dropped his raised leg down and cuddled him, my cock still buried in his ass, making a perfect butt plug for the two toxic loads which were now swimming within the boy, we soon dozed off spooned together.

I helped guide Alex down the stairs, him staggering the entire way. He looked so sexy shuffling down the stairs in only his briefs. There was something so hot about a young vulnerable, stripped nearly naked in a group of mostly dressed guys. Something degrading about him being marched through a party so exposed, a group of horny guys discretely beginning to swarm him, knowing something special was about to happen. We reached the bottom of the stairs, Alex hanging on to me for support, starting to notice the bright light above and the cold concrete of the floor on his feet. "Is this the bathroum?" "No, almost there." I could understand his confusion. At the bottom of the stairs was simply a tiny unfinished room, a folding chair, some boxes and a rather heavy looking metal door that had once served as the entrance to a storm shelter. I knocked three times and the door cracked open, and we were met by Sam. Sam served as the unofficial bouncer for these events. At 6'6" and 260 lbs, he was an intimidating man. He had played college football in his 20's and, even more than a decade out, was built like a ton of bricks. And he was handsome to. Clean cut, absolutely jacked, and a handsome face. And he had a big black cock, the biggest I have ever seen. My guess was that is was almost a foot long and thick, although even that may have underestimated it since he is such a muscular, tall guy. "Diego, my man. Heard you might be coming in with a new convert." "Yeah, this little fag twink, supposedly a 'straight' friend on one of my regulars, but judging from how friendly he was with tina, I doubt it." "Damn, how old is this kid?" "18. Fresh faced little twink jock, still living at home with mom and dad. Go ahead, say hi." Without reservation, Sam pulled Alex into his arms, his thumb feeling his bottom lip, his other hand on his ass, feeling it through his thin briefs. "God, I love this job," Sam joked, feeling Alex's bulge through the front of his briefs. "Let me get you guys in," he said, before giving Alex a little kiss and feeling the boy's tongue on his. Same walked back through the door, walked down a short hallway and came to another door on his right. The familiar toxic symbol on the heavy metal door swooped by as Sam unlocked it with his keys. Alex and I walked into the dimly lit room, the door closing behind us. --- My head was in a cloud and my vision was spinning. One second to the next felt like it could've been minutes or hours and vice versa. I fee Diego against me and peoples' hand on me. Lots of guys all around me. Someone's taking my shirt off. Is this a game? The logical part of my mind, the ones that inhibits my actions, I can hear it but it's like it has been cut off from the rest of me. I think someone is taking off my jeans. Who? I think is must be a guy. I'm not gay; logical me would punch a faggot in the face for that. But I feel a hand on my back, one on my butt. I feels good, to be touched; everyone around me dancing grinding on each other. A boy with a cock in his mouth in the corner? My thoughts feel like they're disconnecting from one another. Keep forgetting where I am. Can't remember how I got here. Something exciting about being here. I'm up against Diego. He's supporting me and I like it. He smells good. I feel secure on his chest. He walks me. Feel safe with him. I'm only wearing my briefs? Where are my clothes. I feel exposed; I see a group of guys and girls. They see me. I feel ashamed but something else. Excitement? I love feeling Diego's arm around me. He's keeping me safe. Where am I? Alex, Alex, Alex. I hear people laughing. At me? My dick is hard I can feel it. Is this okay? Stairs. I'm leaving? Are we going to the bathroom, I ask Diego. He says something back. I want to go back and dance with the boys. Didn't know bros could be so hot. I want them to hold me. I'm not a fag. God says being a fag is a sin. Dad says cocksuckers are disgusting. Blake. I want him to hold me. I want to make him happy. It's cold here, at the bottom of the stairs. Blake is talking to someone. He is huge. He's touching me, my lips. I'm a bitch? Where are we? When did we leave the party? His hand on my body. I feel my dick twitch when he touches it. Fag fag fag.

I initiated sex with my step dad when I was 7. We fucked for 37 years. Got other boys involved too. It was never forced. I / we wanted it. Best, & hottest sex I've ever had. Back in the 70's it wasn't uncommon for kids to be fucking. I started picking up older men in bathrooms, & let 'em fuck me, then go tell my step dad about it so he'd get horny, & want to fuck me some more. My experience was hot! I loved every warped, & corrupt bit of it.

Dad’s Basement - Part Four As the week went on Dad taught me more and more about man to man raw sex, although it wasn’t physical, I knew that would change once the weekend arrived. Dad didn’t hold back when it came to my new sexual education, the more twisted and perverted the harder his cock got, and well, mine too. As each day past, my anticipation grew. I wondered if this would be the day that Dad popped my cherry, but it wasn’t and soon it was Friday. “Morning Son,” Dad said, as he slapped his hard cock against my forehead. “Morning." “Tonight is a big night for you. I have left you something on the table. You know what you need to do today for tonight,” he said, tucking his hard cock inside his pants. “Yes, Daddy.” “We both have to be ready for tonight,” he said. "See you about two this afternoon, Son.” With that he left, leaving me in my bed with my morning hard on which I slowly stroked under the covers, only to return saying “Son, quit playing with your cock. In fact don’t touch the fucker until I tell you. Not even to piss.’ “Fuck” I said, but it was too late. He was gone. Slowly I got out of bed, thinking pissing is going to be interesting and messy today as I headed down to the kitchen to see what he had left me. Wasn’t hard to find, he had propped a new jock in its packaging up against a huge black fake dick. Seeing this caused me to smile. Written on a post it was a note which read 'Wear this all day. Mark it as yours'. I opened the new jock and stepped into it. My hard cock tented the material of the pouch out. It was going to be a long day of getting ready for tonight in the basement, so I had to do what Dad had told me to do in order to be ready. Dad came home a little after two to find me seated on the floor in my jock which was still tented outwards by my hard cock and now stained yellow from piss. "Damn, that’s fucking hot, Son,” Dad remarked with pleasure. “Thanks,” I replied with a grin. We both did our thing to prepare for the night's activities, and were ready about 6:00 PM. I was in the kitchen leaning against the counter in my nasty jock when Dad came in. No words were spoken as he opened the basement door and disappeared into the darkness. I quickly moved towards the door and then down the stairs until I bumped into Dad at the bottom. My pouch inadvertently rubbed against his ass. “Easy Son. There will be time for that shortly.” I could hear movement already in the basement, yet it was completely dark. I began to think that the darkness was messing with my mind, until Dad hit the light switch and there in the middle of the room was eight nude men, each man's cock obscenely hard and pointing directly at me. Some of the men I recognized, while others were new to me. Dad turned to me, gabbed my upper arms in his fists and announced “Tonight Son, each of these men, will fuck and seed your neg hole. The goal is to convert you.” “Does that include you Dad?” I asked. “FUCK YEAH” he firmly declared, adding “I will be the first and the last in the first part of tonight's conversion party." My cock got harder in my pouch. I could not believe it. Tonight Daddy was going to take my virgin cherry as well as my disease cherry. My hole twitched as I looked at the men in the room and the hard man cocks. Never one to waste time, Dad pulled me into the locker room, where he pulled down my jock, freeing my hard cock. He positioned me on the empty wall, as another man stepped forward with a camera, his hard cock bouncing as he moved. I saw a flash and then I was pulled in a new direction. Fuck these twisted fuckers were in a hurry. I lost my jock in the locker room, not really caring if I ever saw it again. Then I was taken back to the first room. A fuck bench had been moved to the middle of the room. My heart was pounding and I felt my legs getting weak, the excitement was getting to be too much. It was obvious what was intended. I climbed on the bench, both my holes exposed for easy access. I felt my arms and legs being tied to the bench as my torso. With what was about to happen, these men wanted me to stay in place. Rough hands roamed my body, my ass was slapped over and over, nipples pinched, my cock jacked and balls squeezed. I felt one cock after another slap my face while other men spat in my face. I closed my eyes, hoping this was not a dream. I wanted this. A hot breathe in my ear asked “You want this Son?” It was my Daddy. I nodded in affirmation. “Not good enough, Son.” “Yes.” “You want Daddy and his friends to fuck you, to shoot their poz loads in your hole, to gift you their disease?” “FUCK YES DADDY! Fuck me, poz me, convert me.” “Good boy,” he said as the other men grunted in approval. My ass was spread wide by two men, as something rough was pushed into my hole. It hurt like hell as it passed through my clenched hole. I could feel scratching inside my hole as this object moved in and out of me. As my mind tried to get my mouth to object to this invasion in my hole, my cock jumped and leaked over powering my mind. Then the object was abruptly withdrawn, causing my hole to clinch shut in pain. Tears welled-up in my eyes, which I fought to stop. Again I felt breath in my ears announcing “Your fuck hole is ready Son.” My Dad was displaying a bloody toothbrush for my inspection. Standing up, he stroked his cock and handed the tooth brush to a tattoo covered man with a big uncut cock. Hands were still exploring my body, teasing and torturing me. My ass was burning from all the slaps. “Men, Let the games begin," Dad announced, asking me "Are you ready for Daddy’s cock, Son?” I felt Dad’s cock head rub up and down my crack. My legs were shaking from fear as well as excitement, knowing my Dad was going to take both my cherries right now. His head teased me over and over, until he grabbed my hips, and thrust his cock head into my hole. It resisted at first, but with consent pushing and the slapping of my ass checks from other men, it open and his cock plunged deep into my hole. The pain was intense. I screamed as he continued to push deeper and deeper, until he was balls-deep. He continued to press against my ass with his body, holding me to him as I tried to pull away and fight my bindings. The men all around grunted in approval of my Dad's assault on my ass. Some liquid was flowing freely down my crack and onto my balls. Dad pulled his cock out slowly, allowing me to feel every vein on his shaft, until only his head was inside my broken hole. Without warning he thrust back into my hole, doing this over and over. The pain continued with each thrust of his cock, but slowly diminished, until it was replaced with pleasure. My grunts of pain, turned to moans. “He’s fucking enjoying it now,” someone observed, adding “I can’t wait to shove this uncut cock into that used broken boy hole and let him feel that extra cock skin.” Someone else commented “Fuck, I have a week's worth of cum churning in my balls for this boy," and yet another "Conversion is almost certain for your boy.” Dad continued to fuck my hole, increasing his rhythm, balls bouncing off my ass. I could hear him grunting like a wild animal. His breathing was getting faster and faster too. I knew it would not be long until his poz load would be shooting into my wrecked hole, and I was right. “Here it comes Son. Daddy is going to corrupt you, convert up, fuck you up,” he exclaimed in triumph as he pushed in deep as his cock started shooting its toxic load out of the piss slit, which was accompanied by the declaration “Daddy is pozzing your boy pussy!” I could feel his cock jump. I could feel his cum shooting inside hitting the sensitive walls of my ass. Once done, he abruptly withdrew, which left my ass leaving me feeling empty, but not for long. Another cock head was breaching my hole, filling me up again, driving in balls-deep as the new man gripped my hips. I closed my eyes. This time the pain was less and was quickly replaced with pleasure. “Good job Son” my Dad said in my ear, “look at Daddy’s cock.” I opened my eyes to see my Dad’s semi hard cock in front of me. It was red with blood, mixed with cum. I could not believe his magnificent tool had been in my hole. “Clean my cock, Son.” With out hesitating I opened my mouth and he pushed it in. I licked and suck on his cock, tasting my blood and his cum, knowing that it was the second poz cum load he had given me, but the first one up my pussy. The man behind me continued to fuck my hole. His cock wasn't as thick as Dad’s but it was almost as long, didn’t really matter though, he knew how to fuck and please a hole, and it wasn't long before he rammed his cock deep inside and shot his load. Another poz load in my hole. Fuck, I was getting into this. I wondered how many loads I would get. He pulled out my used hole and laughed, saying "Damn, after only two cocks, look how that hole gapes!” Even if I couldn't see what he was talking about, after having been fucked by two cocks in rapid sequence, I could feel not only were my ass lips puffy, my hope was gaping open. The ventilation in the basement was causing slight drafts, and the air blowing across my hole caused it to wink a bit, but still stayed open. Shivers ran up my spine, and straight to my cock, causing it to jump more and leak more. I was surprised I hadn't yet shot my load. “Ready for a new sensation Boy? Uncut cock. Lots of skin.” I felt the cock slide in deep. The new man held it there, then slowly pulled out. I could feel the skin moving as the cock moved. I moaned. With only one thrust and pull out I knew I was hooked on uncut cock. He wasn’t going to continue to bring me pleasure this was about him, so he grabbed my hips and began to fuck me harder and harder, but the uncut cock and rough fuck only made me moan loader. “Your Boy is a fucking natural,” my latest fucker announced as he continued fucking with gusto. I was to occupied with getting fucked to hear any replies, but I felt another cock poking at my mouth so I sucked it in, cleaning it off, tasting my ass, my blood, my Dad’s cum and his cum. I wanted poppers but none were ever presented to me. Soon the uncut man rammed in and began shooting. Pulling out he was replaced by another cock. This was done over and over for several hours. Each man had shot his poz load into my well-used hole. I had no idea how long I was tied there, taking each man’s poz cock and cum up my hole. I did know, however, I was fucked by each one, starting with my Dad, and, as promised, to be concluded by my Dad. “Time for the cock that made you again, boy.” I felt Dad’s big cock, easily slid into my hole. I moaned as I was sore from the earlier fucks, but the slickness of all the poz loads reduced the pain and increased the pleasure, although there was no escaping the fact that the torn tissues in my ass were a source of substantial pain. Dad, however, was not concerned with my discomfort, he was focused on getting off and ensuring my conversion. He fucked my hole with fast jerking movements in and out of my hole, until he changed the motion to long strokes. I could feel his cock head sliding in deep, hitting my prostate with each thrust. “Going to fuck that last neg load out of you, Son.” I could feel someone holding my cock, slowly jacking it. I knew I would not last long with Dad fucking my hole and someone jacking me. I bit my lip to hold of on shooting until I couldn’t hold it any more. My cock start to shoot, my ass muscles would contracted around Dad’s cock. “Oh FUCK BOY!” my Dad yelled, “your hole is squeezing Daddy’s cock, gonna poz you again, can’t hold it.” With that he slammed balls deep into me and shot, as the man finished milking my cock. Still breathing heavy Dad, pulled out and slapped my ass check with appreciation, praising me saying “Good boy, Son, but it isn't over. Ten poz loads is only the beginning.” I was lifted off the fuck bench, held up by two men, one on each side. I looked down to see with cocks hard as rocks. Grins came across their faces. “That was just part one Boy” one of the men explained, adding “Part two is the mind fuck.”

Thanks for the great review. A sexual athlete like me could ask for nothing better. I have to say my first CumUnion was utter bliss from start to finish. I drove down to Atlanta the afternoon of the event and checked into the Cheshire Inn, a nearby hotel with a rep for being gay cruising friendly. I got settled in, left the blinds open and stripped down to begin my preparations for the evening, must of which involved hosing out my horsehole so it was squeaky clean and ready for the kind of heavy use I enjoy. I also brought a couple of my oversize toys from bad-dragon along with me and enjoyed taking those for a little while. After that I dressed in short body hugging gym shorts and a t-back tank top and headed over to Manifest. I was among the first guys to check in and eagerly stripped down. I carried a bottle of lube with me for part of the night even though by an hour in a was cum filled enough to not need it. Within 10 minutes of entering the front door of Manifest I was already taking my first cock in the form a nicely hung black guy. His load started off my evening and from there I went out to explore the rest of the club and its corridors, slings and open mating areas. My first stop was up a set of stairs towards the back where a group of guys were already going at it. A thick cocked young latin guy who would later fuck me started out by letting me suck on his sizable manhood. Then as I stood up his fingers groped my fucked hole and he slid a finger in. Realizing the kind of hungry hole I had he quickly retracted the finer and then reinserted four. While that was stimulating my ecstasy overdrive a guy on the landing below (this area has three tiers above ground level) was sucking my fat meat and stroking it while my ass was being semifisted and then fucked. From there I wandered down and into the dark area, which, once you became accustomed to the semi darkness it was easy to make out bodies and such. A guy felt my body, then my cock and my hole. As soon as his hands felt the moisture of lube and cum around my open hole he immediately slid his own cock in and began to fuck me. This was followed by another and another and another. This kind of scenario repeated itself for a good while and I gained some more cum in my jock hole. There was a lull in the action so I decided to explore some more. It was here that I found the fuck bench. I love fuck benches even more than slings. Not only are they very comfortable for the bottom by it puts you in the kind of position an animal would be in on a breeding far when it got mated. I was on the fuck bench all of a minute before the first guys was inside me. The guys took turns and I sucked a couple of guys while others were plowing me. It was great to look up and see guys getting off watching the amount of use I was getting, though I was amazed at how my guys stayed mostly clothed throughout the night. I love a good audience like that. One couple tag teamed me for a bit and I enjoyed the long cock of one and the fat cock of another. During this run of guys that lasted a god long while I got bred by justsexnowatl and it was great taking his load in with the others that were filling my well used fuck guts. Even with the heavy use my hole had received, which included a good deep fucking by another black horsehung guy, I still wanted more, so after a short break to get some water I returned for additional use on the fuck bench like the Breed Steed I am. After a while I took a break, which allowed another guy enjoy the bench, while I returned to the dark area. One thing I loved about it was that it was dim so you could barely see all the guys in there and it was great as they felt my body and slid their hands along my beefy ass crack to feel my gaping hole and cum drenched hind quarters. That seemed to inspire each one to have to slide into me and fuck me some more. I then followed that up with getting fucked by several different guys while bent over a sling in one of the short hallsways. From there I returned to the dark are for the third and final time. This was the best as it was late by then and guys who had been resisting the urge to nut were now all about it and I gained a number of loads in quick succession. It was hot feeling my ass so trashed that the moment a guy pulled out I could feel a noticeable increase in the amount cum that flowed from my well fucked jock cunt. I ende the night with over 40 partners, (although admittedly some of the guys with whom I played in the darker areas of the club could have been repeats), and got a solid 21 loads in my ass. I returned to my room, my ass sloppy with cum, deliberately leaving the blinds open, I slept naked in the beds (which were quite comfortable), awakening at 6:30 AM, well rested after five hours of sound. Having left the blinds open (as well as Grinder) paid off as, between 6:30 and 8:30 when I check out I was bred three more times. On the drive home nut juice leaked from my hole, and when I stopped the car at a rest area my crack of my bubble ass was slick with cum that I could feel as I walked. I returned home satisfied but hungry for more--and just a little sad I couldn't have sex like that everyday.

My wife never saw the video of me being used. Silver showed it to me the next time we met at the baths, I watched it while he and some friends reamed out my holes. I came repeatedly as I watched it, and stored it away carefully on a usb stick. My new girlfriend has asked to watch it, which makes me nervous. The next friday, after the party, my wife and I went and got tested. Shockingly, we were clean. Tested again at 3 weeks, and still clean at three months. My wife planned another, after about 6 months, but this time she took PrEP for two weeks before and after. Mr Black and Mr Silver came, and huge dick, and the hippy girl, and a half dozen new faces. The Trans girl was invited, but didn't show up. We later learned she was killed in a car accident the day before the party. Black, who had been topping her for years, since before she was legal age, went to the funeral. When he told me about it, he cried. The only time I have ever seen him even sad. A little after that second one, my wife learned I was sneaking off to the bathhouse. We had an open relationship, but it depended on always getting permission. I was afraid to tell her I was fucking men, and in the end she divorced me. I get sporadic booty calls, though never to anything group or public. She misses me, but doesn't want her friends to know she calls me up sometimes. Aside from those calls, we do not talk or meet. Mr Black and Mr Silver still get invited to her motel parties, they offered to abstain, but I told them not to be silly. They are better men than one might expect. Mr Black is in charge of the parties now, not that he and my ex are dating or anything, she remains single, he remains mainly gay. But he's intimidating, has access to pure drugs from the hospital (he's a nurse), and keeps his shit together well even when high. She's in good hands. Mr Black says that, just like me, she won't touch tina other than at these parties. She remains a successful and beautiful woman, with a prestige job, whom nobody would guess capable of this kind of animalistic and destructive sex. She controls her appetites far better than I did back then, which is what got me dumped. Several times, Black came to me still wet from her holes, so I could clean him. Something I found deliciously degrading. He offered to bring me to one of the blindfold parties, where she would have no idea, but he doesn't understand that I enjoyed it because she was MINE. Now that she is no longer my slut, she would just be a cock socket, and a sloppy one... There's nothing especially fun about that. Cock sockets are a dime a dozen. I turned down her last booty call. I've started dating a girl I knew from a long time ago, and I think I've seen the last of my ex wife, and maybe also of anonymous sex with men. My new girlfriend is very bi, and knows I am bi. She's already offered to find me guys, and to help them fuck me. She is poz, undetectable. Silver and Black would love to join us, I'm sure, and for chemsex perverts both those guys are remarkably decent, and respectful men. I have come to realize I am actually pretty straight. Sex with men, for me is about nothing but degradation or domination. There is no romance, no attractiveness. It's only women who intrigue me, who I can fall in love with. Black and Silver are decent guys when not fucking, we can have a beer, they have helped me move, but I could never see myself loving them. Writing the story you have just read was strange. I am sure almost all of you will consider it fiction, and wild fiction at that, but it all happened. Some of it was surely a blur, honestly I am not certain how many men showed up, I think more than I remember. Some used condoms, we found quite a few in the trash in the morning, but dozens of loads were shot into my wife, and at least five into me, for I've seen the video. The second blindfold party was just as intense, but all about her. Maybe I will write it up as well, all of the same things were done to her, but more as well. Some of the same people attended, including the hippy girl, and Black, and Silver, and the man with the unbelievable cock. I would still not believe that cock was real if I hadn't watched the video after sobering up. When she learned he was coming to the second party, was when my wife stopped wavering about having Black slam her again. I think she knew she would take him no matter what, but that only tina would let her enjoy it. She was less wasted the second time, less vulnerable, more aggressive. After that one, though, she tested positive for syphilis. Didn't stop her. We were planning a third one when our marriage fell apart. Mr Black says she went on Prep full time last year. He also says before her, he didn't find women all that interesting. Now he's identifying as bi... It may or may not be obvious, but I wrote the last parts of this while rolling on some very pure MDMA, and being cuddled by my new girlfriend. There were some tears, and a lot of giggles, but mostly this story closes off something. I have a new life now, informed by the experiences of the old one, but very much a new beginning. I hope you enjoy it, whether you believe it or not. Names and some details have been changed to make doxxing impossible, but everything happened pretty much as described, as far as your very wasted and filthy narrator can recall.

I have a regular fuckbuddy, we meet every few wks and he breeds me, lots of kissing and hugs but it's all about him getting his dick off. And I like being his cumdump. He often slows down while fucking me to prolong it. Once he said how much he like how my ass feels, I replied it's all his to use and enjoy. "Do whatever you want in my ass". "Yea?" he asked, and I said yea you feel good in there. So, as he's fucking me, this time I was pulling him tighter into me and occasionally holding his balls as he's fucking and I noticed his balls were getting wetter than usual and so were mine, not gushing water but wetter than sweat. At first I thought it was water from my cleanup that didn't completely evacuate. "I'm dumping in you", he said and he started cuming. He hopped off to clean up and I reached back to feel my hole legs still up in air, and I was wet down there not from sweat or cum. I got up, love holding loads inside me, and he's dressing. He said that's hot I love your ass, and I said how much I like him fucking me and leaving his load inside. About 15minutes later walking around the apartment I felt like I had to go, couldn't hold his load inside any longer. Sat on toilet and let piss and cum out. I text him and said how much liquid poured out and how hot it was but I couldn't hold his cum in all night. He wrote back later saying he has plenty of fluids for my ass. Now I wish he'd piss in my mouth while I suck him but afraid to ask and scare him away.