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Safe Sex Only Advertisement (Part 2) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** We accompanied Brian almost like bodyguards. Oliver held Brian by his nape, massaging the twink like an old buddy would, but in the end he was just giving him direction to our destination. Mark was feeling the boy’s ass up and looked at us, mimicking the word ‘slut’ But at the last corner, Brian took a sudden halt. “What’s wrong? Why are we stopping?” Morton asked. “I…. I don’t know…. maybe I should think about it” With an absent minded glance Brian looked around and didn’t fail to perceive the prominent bulges at the front of our jeans. “I am a bit scared….” “Hey, hey… I understand that. I mean if we do great things, we often have doubts… but come on, it must be your fate…. You are such a good guy, sharing your whole concept to better the world and the gay community….” I tried to distract Brian’s concerns. “Imagine… your face on the screen in erotic cinemas all over Europe… with your reference to the risk of unsafe sex…. and the Millions of gay teens who will look up to you and say: ‘I don’t want to become such a slut as Brian’” I continued. “But you guys seem to be so much ‘bigger’ than my boyfriend’s…. cock…. and I never had anyone else in my ass.” “That’s awesome… and shows again how precious you are, to share your body with our cocks. You see we have the same goal. We just want to get into you too…for ‘our’ project and the good cause.” My mates had to concentrate not to laugh out loud. “Look – the hotel is right across the street. Are you still on your mission to rescue the world, or do you bail out now? Brian straightened himself up and without any help started walking towards the hotel entrance. We fist-bumped each other with an evil grin and followed Brian closely. This hotel was renting out rooms per hour, if you know what I mean. At the reception we encouraged Brian to ask for a room. It made the whole thing so perverted, him asking about a place where we could corrupt him. My friends and I would share the rent for the couple of hours of course. Brian would be a cheap slut, abused in a cheap room. Once we’ve reached our space, Brian sat down on a couch immediately. Obviously he was still a bit tensed and feared to be near the bed. “Now… that we are here, we could talk about the procedure. Our clients in Europe have some clear ideas about the commercial.” I reopened the charade. Brian nodded to my suggestion. The other guys were sitting on the bed or standing nearby, simply pressing their lumps. It was me, taking the role of the director and so I told Brian we should start taking a few pictures of the crew. This had to be arranged and so I told the guys to stand in the middle of the room, right in front of the bed. The bed linen looked stained. On the mattress was not a sheet at all. Just the plain mattress and it was quite disgusting. There were several dried stains of cum and piss and who knows what stuff. Brian had to kneel in front of the tall guys, which made him look even smaller than he was. “You keep serious faces guys – and look down to our little hero. Brian, start smiling into the cam. That’s nice…very nice.” Being in such a kneeling position, the brat was surrounded by several big junks. Now I started with some close-ups of Brian’s angelic face, and this way the bulges next to him seemed even more impressive. “Move closer together guys. Let Brian touch your baskets now.” I ordered. No doubt, my friend’s cocks started tingling. “Do we really need this?” Brian sighed. “Of course – we need to send some pictures in. I thought everyone would know the business?” I barked. “Oh, sorry…. I guess I forgot” he replied timidly. “Don’t worry about it. Now reach out for the guys junk and massage them a little bit. That’s nice…. yeah…. show some respect to the guys and turn your head to the left now. Stick your tongue out and lick the bulge next to you. Perfect!” After this ordeal, we felt Brian’s extreme tension. Although he smiled at us, it looked more like a cramp to his face. On my sign we moved closer to the boy and started doing business - talk. The boy tried to get up, but he was pushed back to his knees several times by different hands. Because of us, he was totally surrounded by legs and crotches. In the meanwhile I ordered him to open our jeans one by one. Our belts and the highest button of the pants should remain closed. All the other buttons downwards should be opened. And if he was finished with that, he was allowed to fish our dicks out of opening. This way he could make the first contact to our POZ cocks. He didn’t have to suck us, just to free our cocks. At least this announcement calmed him down a bit. After he managed the tasks successfully, he stopped immediately his actions and waited for further instructions. His hands rested on his thighs, but he couldn’t stop gazing at the big, fat dicks that swung above his head. They were already leaking and some of the drops were hitting him on his face or head. The guys agreed to do some more of the group photos, but this time thick and long cocks were sticking out proudly close to Brian’s face. You could see the terror in his eyes rising when we asked him to jerk two cocks off slowly, while French-kissing the glans of the others. He was free to decide which one he wanted to lick, but we made sure, that his tongue had to touch every dick at least once. We told him, it had to be fair to all of us. In order to prepare his speech, he got 10 minutes time and then the recording would start. Brian wasn’t experienced enough and too excited and so we helped him, writing down some lines for him. When this was accomplished he got told to get into position and work on the guys. There he was, beautiful Brian kneeling in this cheap room and licking a glans, while jerking two others off, then he turned his head to the mobile cam and said: “Hello! My name is Brian and I am 18 years old. *smiles to the cam* This is an awareness advertisement to battle against HIV and AIDS. *flickers his tongue against another penis, who is offered to his mouth* We want to show you today the kind of sex, which should be avoided if possible, because it is way too dangerous: Bareback Sex! *licks another dickhead* These friends of mine will help me to visualize the dangerous acts, which you should not practice in future. We are all negative. Please try to stay the same…. “ “CUT CUT CUT!” my voice boomed above Brian’s head. “I told you – if we want to reach the people, they need to think there is danger ahead. Get it in your head!” with that I grabbed some of his hair and shook his head, with every word I said. “But then the video tomorrow would make no sense, if the people think, you are all POZ and next day we shoot a video with condoms on…” Brian argued. “Listen… you are just at the receiving end. I got my orders from my bosses and know exactly what to do. Tomorrow we will solve the mystery to the audience and sending them the message – with condoms a fate like yours today, could have been avoided. Got it?” “Uhm… alright” the lad sniffed but his face expressed that he wasn’t really convinced. The problem was, now that he was here in this room with all these macho men, he wasn’t so brave and cocky anymore. “So… now from the beginning… and ACTION!” “Hello! My name is Brian and I am 18 years old. *doesn’t look so happy anymore* This is an awareness advertisement to battle against HIV and AIDS and other sexual transmitted diseases. *I roll my eyes* *a friend of mine shoves almost his whole cock into the lad to shut him up* *Brian is visibly stressed and chokes on the invading dick* We will show you some sexual acts, which should be avoided if possible. Bareback Sex! *looks up to my mates and me* These friends of mine will help me to visualize those dangerous acts. I am negative and they are POZ. Please – do not try this at home…. and now…. Enjoy.” I raised the cam and all of us (except me – since I was filming the scene) could be seen, with naked upper bodies. We were all quite in good shape. Every one of us had a biohazard tattoo, resplendent on the left chest. When we started corrupting twinks, we all agreed this should be our distinctive trademark. It was fun, if a guy like Brian didn’t even know the meaning of the tattoo and probably admired the work of art. But it was even more fun if you are already fucking a boy and he recognizes the tattoo and gets frantic. It drives you over the edge, when the boy realizes he will get seeded by a POZ cock. We stopped the recording and applauded Brian. That was nicely done now. “Scorpion?” the twink asked shyly. “You wanted to tell me, how much I could earn here, doing this clip” Was it possible, that young Brian here was in some sort of financial distress? “Well our contract has three possible paragraphs about payment. The first one is – you will get paid for the actual clip. This ranges from 200 to 500 Dollars. Our bosses like to apply that paragraph because we work for several days mostly; everything else could be too expensive to the company. Then there is the second possibility to be paid for activity. The more you are willing to do, the more money you get. But this could take quite long, because the actor has the right to stop the production if he is feeling uneasy. Everything has to be repeated then – over and over again. You could earn between 500 and 800 Dollars at best per commercial. And the last option is almost never used, because our bosses would lose way too much money. So theoretically it could be chosen, but it is most unlikely.” “And what is that?” Brian asked. “Well – you get paid for received cum-shots. This means, if a guy shoots his cum up your ass, or down your throat or it simply splashes it on your skin, you get paid 900 Dollars per cumshot. The bad thing is – no interruption is allowed. No code word. No nothing.” “You are five guys. Will you all cum in me?” “Well – uhm, I guess so. In every scene several guys will replay the scene. This way we will get the best results, when editing the clip. So it is highly possible, that all five of us will fuck you sooner or later. “I mean… are you all going to get into my body at once?” he shivered. We laughed loudly. “You don’t have enough holes. But to be honest – we wouldn’t do that. We are working here on a serious project. This is not a cheap gangbang porn. It wouldn’t make sense to annihilate you. I guess three guys will work on your body. Four at most! Don’t forget – one or two guys will record the whole stuff all the time. It will be a blast, I can feel it!” “Think about it – sometimes it might really hurt you, because we have big cocks, but if you chose the second version, we would stop fucking you if you say the word. Our dicks would most likely stay in your hole until you say we could continue. I think this might be really cruel also and will hurt you even more. If you chose the third possibility, you will definitely feel the pain. But I promise you, if the pain is unbearable for you, just express yourself and we will fuck you even harder. This way, we will cum sooner and all the pain will stop eventually. It is your choice” with that I finished my specification. Brian was torn inside. It took him a couple of minutes to make his decision. “I would like to choose the third possibility…” he whispered back. In that very second he looked only at our cocks, hoping it wouldn’t hurt so much, but he should have looked into our cold eyes. We would show no mercy to him. We wanted to make it hurt as much as possible and to rip his ass open, while fucking our toxic cum into him. “This is a verbal contract then. If you break this contract our company is able to sue you for 500.000 Dollars.” I explained to him finally. There was an audible gulping. “That won’t happen. Just don’t be too hard on me. Remember your promise – it should be only an intimation of sex anyway. If all of you guys fuck me at least one time, I will get… erm… over three thousand Dollars I think.” We all grinned evilly. “That’s the right attitude. And if whores can open up their holes for 20 johns or more… hey, I bet you can beat that!” I grinned and ordered him to suck my throbbing dick for a minute. In the end the boy was nothing more than a filthy, fucking, stupid bitch. And before the night would end, he would be a filthy, fucking, stupid, POZZED bitch!

I know some people hate...or even fear clowns. Blame "Poltergeist" and "It" for that, I guess. I was always ambivalent about them. I didn't find them scary or anything -- just boring. I remember going to a rich kid's birthday party once and there was a clown who made balloon animals for everyone. Big fucking deal. So whenever I talked to people who really hated clowns, I understood why. There's something "wrong" about them. The kid's birthday was a week before Halloween, and that was basically the theme. So, why a clown? Why not have a guy dressed as Dracula? Nine and ten year-olds would dig that. I wasn't scared, but kind of on alert. I studied "Buzz". I could tell by his neck and body that he was probably a young guy. The cynic in me was just starting to bloom in me back then. He probably hates this and is just doing this for money. He probably hated kids. Here's the thing about clowns: They can disguise their body, hair and face, but they can't change their eyes. I looked at his eyes -- which were greenish-gray and a little pink on the edges. I'd seen my dad's eyes all bloodshot on Sundays during the football time of year. Had Buzz been drinking? After he made us the balloon animals, he just walked around and tried to amuse us in person. Ugh. It was embarrassing. I gave off as many 'stay away' vibes as I could manage (a skill I've since perfected), but he still tried to engage me while some little girl puked in the rock garden. I stared hard into his face. "I have to go now." "OH! But the party is just starting!" His voice was like a teenager's. "Can't. My mom is waiting for me. Stay away from me." I stood up and decided to just go outside. Buzz leaned close to me. I smelled beer. "Have a nice day, you rude little shit." And I left on shaky legs. I missed the gifts and cake and everything. Fuck him. I was playing with that word a lot in my head. I heard kids on the bus say it all the time. A DECADE AGO God, so much has changed since those days. Cell phones and the internet have taken over. I live in a crummy little apartment, but still can get access to the world. I had a blog and Twitter and Facebook. 9/11 had happened during my last year of college. Now I was a photo editor for an upscale magazine. I could afford a better place, but that would mean packing and moving. No thanks. I also finally admitted to myself that I was gay. I didn't know any gay people though. Most of my friends were from work, people my age or older. But they were starting to marry off and move away. Whatever, I was a virgin with the big 3-0 on the horizon. I had built up a pretty nice porn library on my computer. God, my jacking-off was out of control! A more mentally-healthy person would probably go out and try to have a boyfriend, have actual sex. Not me. That would take too much effort, whereas a porn video was quick and easy. I was obsessed with the computer and mass media in general. Many of my internet 'friends' were followers of my blog. Some of them were asking me if I'd seen "The Killer Clown". ? Apparently, there was some guy in my city that dressed as a clown and would lurk around at night and creep people out. I guess maybe I'd heard of this before, but never paid much attention. The computer had made everything a trend -- a trend that was forgotten in a week. What I didn't know was why he was considered a 'killer'. After some poking around, I found out that he had raped some young woman and given her HIV. Youtube had a video of the newscast where she was interviewed. Her face was shadowed. "I was coming back from my aunt's house and took a shortcut through Washington park. This f(bleep)ng clown is standing there, lookin' all crazy and s(bleep)t. I ignored him and kept walking. I was almost to to McGee Street when I was grabbed and raped right there in the leaves and s(bleep)t. I didn't tell nobody because who's going to believe I was raped by a clown? About a month later, I got real sick. My boyfriend and I were trying to have a baby so I went to the doctor and he said I had the AIDS virus." Wow. Most of the guys who did this were just doing it as a goof. But here was an a rapist and potential killer (if she died). I got obsessed with the story. Killer Clown was known to appear in three different parks. One of them was right across the street from my building. Lewis Park. A bad idea was forming in my head. It turned out to be a great idea, but I was feeling uneasy at the time. Unsure of my motives. I needed to get him on film. My employer wouldn't be interested, but my blog buddies would dig it...and maybe it could turn into something and I'd get job offers. I'd gone to school to be a photographer, but these days I spent all my work time trying to make other people's pics look better. It wasn't hard, just defeating. I accepted it. Some people aren't born with the eye for photography. I had a fancy new digital camera that I never made friends with. It was complicated and the flash was weak. The old-fashioned 35mm camera I'd bought in high school was so much better. I knew that thing so well, and could adjust the f-stops and the shutter speeds with my eyes closed. It was my trusty old friend. I had a few beers before I ventured out that Monday night. I put another two in my camera bag for later and just wore the camera around my neck. I felt like a real journalist. The park on Armor Boulevard was surrounded by an old iron fence. I guess this area had been pretty decent in the old days. My apartment building was once a high-end hotel. Now the neighborhood was pretty ghetto. Drugs and hookers and shootings were just part of the scenery. It was very early Fall and the smell of approaching cold was there if you stood still long enough. I followed a little path and found a bench to sit on. I listened to the wind and watched the shadows. This was a perfect night to see a spooky clown. I fiddled around with the camera and made sure the flash was charged. How long should I wait? Maybe I needed to move closer to the sidewalk. I decided to move and look around more...be 'investigative". I took a few test shots of the trees as I casually walked deeper into the heart of the park. The wind picked up a bit, and I wished I had worn my jacket. There was a statue of the Lewis guy this park was named for. I knew nothing about local history. Like the guy from "Lewis and Clark"? The explorer? I should have taken more than art & design courses in college. Too late now. As I thought more about this, I saw movement from behind the monument. I stopped breathing as a clown appeared. It's him! I stood still. He was very tall and had the typical clown costume and makeup on. The only inauthentic thing was his shoes. They weren't the round, knobby ones that most clowns (including Ronald McDonald) wore. ..just regular Converse sneakers. He stood there and looked at me. He made an exaggerated shrugging of his shoulders. I just called out a casual "Hey." His voice was deeper... "Why are you here taking pictures?" "Dunno. I guess I want to make both of us famous. I'm a photojournalist (lie)". "Not with the cops?" "No. God, no. I'm nobody, but YOU are a legend. I can't believe I found you on my first try." "You just want some pics? Of me? Okay. What do you want me to do?" "I dunno. Clown stuff? Do whatever you usually do." He pulled colorful scarves out of his hand and hammed it up. I got some really great shots. I wanted a close-up of his clown face. "You can write what you want, but you can't say where I am and you can't interview me. There's one bitch who claims I raped her, but that's not what happened." "I heard about that. What really happened?" "You heard already? And your here? Think I wouldn't rape your little boy hole?" I felt my spine freeze. "What actually happened is she wanted to blow me, and then got all horny. I fucked her so hard. I didn't tell her I had AIDS -- which I guess is a crime." I kept clicking away. "How long have you had the virus?" "No idea. I just know that everybody I fuck - even once - comes down with it. I'm a public menace." "Why do you do this clown thing?" I noticed he had some facial stubble, and the white makeup on top of it was disturbing. "Why not? It's something I wanted to do. I bet your running out of film by now." I was, but I had a new roll packed away and had alreasy taken some great shots. "Yeah. I guess we're done." "Good. I need to take a piss and have a smoke." The temperature must have dropped because I started to shiver. He pulled out an impressive semi-hard wiener and let his urine splash loudly against the stone base of the statue. I made sure to get a picture of that. For me. I had a quick realization that I found this clown very hot. All of my mixed feelings made sense now. "I guess you can't publish that one." He laughed. "Nope." He finished up and lit a cigarette. "Have a cig with me, kid." I didn't smoke, but I wanted to smoke now. More than anything in the world. I remembered the beers in my camera bag and handed him one. He seemed delighted. "If I hadn't been here, would you have sat here a drank these yourself?" "Who knows? I was ready for anything." "Anything, huh? Quick question....why did you want a picture of my pissing cock?" "I....uh...well...I liked seeing it and wanted to remember it." "You a fag?" "No. Well, yes. Not a practicing one." "It's cool. I fucked and gave been fucked by guys ever since I first grew pubes. Maybe that's why I always felt like life had put a "kick me" sign on my back. Clowns live to be made fun of." I thought that made total sense. "But why don't you wear clown shoes?" "Shit. I was afraid you'd ask that. They don't make them in my size. Seriously. The shoes are oversized, but the insides only go up to 13. I have to wear a size 16 because I've got these damn finger toes." Damn. I wanted a picture of them. "I've got a fresh roll of film. Can I take a few more pics?" "Yeah. I've more to show you, little stupid kid. You want to see my big dick, don't you?" "Anything." He opened the fly of his baggy clown pants and let out a dragon cock that was so hard and thickly-veined. Jesus. "Here you go. Imagine this in your little ass." I did. I used up half the toll just on that impressive penis. And then he climbed out of his baggy clown clothes, and stood there naked. He turned and let me get some pics of his hairy ass. He was thin, but not very in shape. "Let me get a few photos of those famous finger toes." "Oh Hell. OK. They're ugly and not very clean, though. I've got this toenail fungus or something." He slipped out of his sneakers and they were indeed pretty bad. His disturbingly long toes looked like they were fighting each other. Most of the nails looked yellow and gray and damaged. I sat at the base of the statue. "Lift you leg and show me the bottom of your foot." "You're a damn freak, kid. I'll lose my balance if I stand on one leg. Let me lie down and you can get pictures of both of them." We moved deeper into the shadows and he made a pillow out of his clown jumpsuit. "Kneel down." I did, and got some nice pics of his bare soles....one of which is still my screen-saver. And there was an odor which I didn't mind at all. I left the camera at my side and started sucking his sick toes. "Holy Fuck! Nobody has ever done that to me. You are a keeper, kid. Better stop now or I'll jack off all over us." I dropped his foot and lied down next to him. ...shoulder to shoulder. "Thank you, Mr. Clown." He chuckled/ "Call me Reggie. Reginald. You can'r report that. What's your name?" "Scott." "Well, Scotty. I need to fuck and I need to cum. Bad!" "Yeah." "I guess you'll let me fuck you, right?" "Oh HELL yes!" And then it was a blur of heat and skin. His heavily made up face was right over mine. I could smell his breath and the makeup. That stuff on his face smelled like art class in grade school. He was a big guy who I let pull my pants down. He worked quickly. I basically gave him permission to rape me. And he tried. But his meat couldn't push in at first. I disappointed both of us. "You're too small for me." I wanted this so much. "Take me. Rape me...like you did that bitch." What the hell was I saying??? "I'm going to have to. It won't last long. Breathe in and out. Again. When you breathe out the second time, nod your head. I did. And then he ripped me in half with that sword nature had given him. I yelped for a few seconds. He leaned down and covered my mouth with his. Hid hips thrust quickly. It felt like my insides were useless now, broken and ruined. "Relax, Scotty. It's almost....AHHH...Here's my cum!" I didn't feel his dirty seed shoot inside of me. but my hands were on his butt and I felt the energy leave his body and release. He stabbed it a few more times. "Shit, yeah." The middle of my body felt sore, like I'd been punched. My ass was on fire. "That was amazing, Reggie." "Oh, man. I came so much...you got the deluxe load. Got any more film left?" Huh? "I think there's a few more frames. Why?" "Because I'm pretty sure my dick and crotch are covered with your blood. Don't you want a shot of that?" Oh God, yes. I painfully got up and took some last photos. In the flare of the flash, my blood looked so red and so bright. Was I going to bleed to death? "It's getting colder. How long into the year do you do this?" "I just started last April. I always planned to make Halloween night the last one. But now...." "But now what?" "I think I'm done. After this, I don't need anything more." Wait....was he serious? "Get dressed and come back to my place. I'm right across the street. In The Newbern." "You want to walk in there with a dude wearing a clown outfit? A dude who just raped you?" "There's a stripper and two drug dealers on my floor. Everybody minds their own business." So I took the 'Killer Clown" home. We showered together and I finally got to see his natural look. Pale, curly hair and not much of a chin. I thought he was beautiful. Perfect. I was carrying his child now. We ended up being exactly what the other needed. To this day, I still sometimes call him 'my big clown'.

Went to a cruisy park near my house on Monday afternoon. The park is located in an industrial area and has walking trails but also has a pavilion that sits above ground height and has a perfect view of incoming cars and also if someone is walking into the park. I've recently started cruising this park and found the pavilion can be a good spot although at first it seems out in the open. After hanging around for over an hour, two guys arrived separately that i had fucked around with before. I remembered that one of the guys fucked me before and the other one like oral and to watch. The three of us ended up in the pavilion with me sucking the fat dick of the oral guy while the other guy stroked and watched. The guy that fucked me before tried to bend me over the picnic table but wasn't having any luck opening my hole and didn't seem that to into so I kept working on the oral guy hoping he would offer to fuck me. In a few minutes another familiar guy arrived. As he got close, he started unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his pants to make sure we all knew he was "cool". I had seen this guy getting bb'd here before we didn't do anything. He came right over and joined our group and started making out with me and immediately grabbed my ass. He said "i want that ass", I smiled and nodded "yes". He bent me over the picnic table, lubed my ass and stuck his short fat dick in my ass. As he started fucking me, the oral guy's dick got rock hard and he was jacking off and staring at the cock sliding in my ass. The top offered my ass to him but he said no and kept beating his meat. When he got close he shot his huge load right on my ass cheeks and used his dick to slide it down into my hole to use for lube. He buttoned up and left. The other top has been watching the whole time and takes off all his clothes and is standing on the seat of the picnic bench feeding his cock to the one fucking me. It was so hot for three guys to be having an outdoor orgy at a public park middle of the day right near a major highway! The guy jumps down off the bench and is now ready to seed my hole. This time he slides his average sized cock in and pumps my hole for a few minutes and suddenly make a loud grunt and floods my hole with his load. He pulls out and the other top smiles when he sees my ass dripping with cum. He slides back in and starts to pound me while the other top keeps watch from anyone that might arrive without us seeing them. At this point, all three of have taken off all of our clothes and we are like three sex crazed animals in heat. In a few minutes the top starts to breath heavy and tells me is ready to load my hole. He yells out and proceeds to make his deposit in my gut. It's strong enough that my ass can feel each wave of his cum. It takes a few minutes for us to regain ourselves but after we put on our clothes and walk out together.

Thanks for all the comments! I really do appreciate any feedback people give. Had more time to work on this update. Going to try and start shooting for a weekly update, but not sure how well I can achieve it with work. Hope you enjoy! -- PART 6: Stoking the Flames “Jake?!” Matthew said with a gasp, hand in hand with her. “Matthew,” I replied curtly, looking down at their hands before looking back in his face. I kept my face completely emotionless. “What…. what are you doing here?” he asked, first looking at her, then me, then their hands intertwined, “Um… Jess… sweetheart, do you mind going up without me I need to talk with Jake… alone…” Looking at me with a satisfied smirk, she turned and smiled at Matt, giving him a huge kiss on the cheek before releasing his hand. “Not a problem baby! I’ll see you upstairs! I’ll miss you bunches sweetie!!!” she replied, her fake saccharine sweet tone grating against my nerves like nails on a chalkboard, as she stepped into the elevator. I watched as she pressed the button for our…. now her floor. She looked at her nails as the doors slowly closed, looking up for only a second to glare at me menacingly. I turned my attention back to Matthew. “She's a real gem,” I said, my tone flat, as I shifted the box in my arms. “Look, Jake, I wanted to tell you but…” Matthew replied, his face bright red from embarrassment. “You’ve just been so busy, right?” I said, blinking slowly at him, suddenly very tired of his bullshit. “Or, let me guess, you forgot?” “No, Jake, baby…” he stammered before I cut him off. “Oh no…” I said, take a step towards him, letting the coldness flow through the tone of my voice, a wave of satisfaction hitting me as he reflexively took a step away from me, “I'm not your ‘baby' anymore Matthew. That new job title is ALL on little Ms. Jess.” “Please Jake, let me just explain…” “Explain what exactly? How you slept around behind my back? I think if I’m smart enough to get a medical degree, I can understand that one without having you explain it to me. You wanted to stick your dick into something new, and boy, you really made sure it was something new,” I smiled, knowing it probably was more like a sneer. Shifting the box to my other hip, I started walking towards Matthew again, “And you know, now that I see the both you together? You two make just a perfect couple. Don’t worry though babe, I’m not here to mess that up. I’m just here to get my things from OUR apartment,” I said, my cold tone and quiet demeanor slowly pushing Matt back against the wall behind him. “Honey, please… it’s not like…” “It’s not like that? Hmmm…. let’s look at it from my point of view. You see, if you wanted an open relationship, you could have come to me and I just might have been open to trying it. Hell, if you wanted to spice things up in the bedroom, I would have tried anything you wanted. A threesome? Sure, why not. Needed to see if you were straight? Not where I saw you going, but something I’d be willing to talk about.” “Wait… really?” he asked, a small glimmer hope in his eyes. “Oh yeah… Absolutely,” I said, with a smile and adding a bit of fake flair to my voice, putting my hand next to his head and leaning in close to his ear, “I really, truly would have. Because I loved you with all my heart and I would have done anything to keep you happy. And I do mean ANYTHING. Things that that girl you’re playing house with up there would lose her shit over babe. Depraved things you can’t even begin to imagine. The type of shit you’d only find in the deepest, darkest porn. I would have fulfilled your nastiest fucking fantasies, just to make you happy and keep us together. Our time apart has shown me some new things about myself you probably would have really liked. Nasty, perverted things the likes you’d never believe, baby.” I let out a soft sigh across his ear and ran my hand through his hair, knowing it was a major turn on for him, watching as what I did made him shiver and bite his lip. I smiled cruelly, knowing he was getting turned on, as I could feel the beginning of a hard-on form in his pants against my leg. I leaned in even closer, giving it a small lick and started to whisper into his ear. “But you fucked all that up the second you went behind my back. When you packed up my shit into those boxes. And when you gave away my things to that piece of trash. Now? Now we are nothing. You aren't my baby, my sweetheart, my love, or any o those false platitudes. You took all the love in my heart for you and threw it into the trash. I could literally not give any less of a shit what you do now. Sleep with whoever you want. Enjoy this thing with that piece of ass. I really, truly don’t care. We are done. Any hope you had of us ever getting back together ended when you packed me away like an unwanted toy.” I gave him a small kiss on the cheek. I stepped back and started walking away. “Jake,” Matthew said, his voice almost needy, “Please… Don’t… I love y…” I stopped and looked over my shoulder. “Oh, no. Don’t even try that one on me. We both know what a big lie that is, and that little boy lawyers like you will always say anything to get what they want when they know they can’t have it.” I watched as he cringed, my words hitting him in the gut as I allowed myself to let every hateful thought I felt about him flow out of my mind and into my mouth. Was it low? Was it the below the belt? Absolutely, and he deserved it. With a smile, I tilted my head and regarded him one last time. “Oh! Before I let you watch me walk out that door one last time, I just have one more thing to tell you,” I said, a smile on my face that I knew didn’t reach my eyes, “Get your bitch her own laptop. If you ever give my shit away to someone else, I will personally make sure to come into your house while you sleep at night and cut your balls off myself. And we both know I have the time, the knowledge, the easy access to the supplies and most definitely the support staff to back that up. Goodbye, Matthew.” I walked out the front doors of my former home, a sense of satisfaction restored at being able to end things with Matthew on my terms. Sometimes, being an evil, heartless bitch felt amazing. — I walked back up to Whitehorn’s with a few minutes to spare, thankful that Eric was still there and waiting. Opening the door, he held it open and gave me a huge smile. “Hey! Jake! Glad you made it back in time!” he said, smoking a new pipe this time, puffing the fragrant smoke in my face. I took a small breath in and had to admit, it smelled wonderful. Different from the cigar for sure, but amazing nonetheless. “Yeah, had a little issue at the old apartment I had to take care of, “ I said, setting my box on the counter and with a grateful sigh rolling my shoulders. “Sorry to hear that man,” he said, taking another puff with a frown on his face. “Oh, nothing major, just had a run-in with the ex and such,” I said, shrugging my shoulders, amazed at how much better I felt after telling Matt off. I turned my attention to the different pipes on display on the counter. “Oh…” he said, looking down at the slightly open box. “I guess you and she didn’t end on good terms?” he said, looking back up at me. “Her? No…. him…. my boyfr… my ex-boyfriend…” I said. “Oh I just assumed since…” he continued with a bit of confusion on his face. “Since?” I asked, not sure where he was going. Pointing down into the box, I looked down at what he was showing me and I let out a sigh. “I mean, pink and sparkly? I wouldn’t exactly call that masculine…” he said with a snort, before letting the smoke from his pipe pour out of his mouth and nose. “Yeah. I can see what you mean. That would be the handy work of my ex’s new girlfriend,” I said turning my attention to one of the displays as Eric continued to move around and straighten up things and turn lights off. “Damn. Traded you in on a girl? That’s fucking cold,” he said, giving me a look of pity. “Wanna talk about it?” I told him the entire story of my breakup, from walking in on Matthew to the satisfying breakup as he finished closing everything up, omitting only the sex parts. He said nothing as he worked except the few outraged replies and angered growls, just puffing at his pipe while letting me vent my entire story out. As I finished, he moved my purchase to the top of my box. “Wow,” he said, speechless for a moment, “Just. Wow. What a fucking douchebag. Fucker deserved everything you gave him. I mean fuck! If I had a smart and sexy guy like you, I’d never let your ass get out of my grip, much less leave our bed!” That one sentence got my immediate attention. “Oh… you’re…” I said, definitely sure now that he was not only flirting earlier but actually being toned down. “Gay as fuck? Shit rainbows and fart glitter? You bet,” he said with a smile as he took a deep puff. He let the smoke out with a large nose jet. “Shit rainbows and fart glitter? That’s a new one. I’ll have to remember that, “ I said, as I let out a small laugh, transfixed by the display of his smoking. “Feel free to use it,” Eric said, taking a few more puffs before reaching under the counter and grabbing a well-worn leather satchel, “Well, shop’s all closed up. Time to leave.” I followed him out the door as he set the alarm, before pulling out a set of keys from his bag. I stood there checking out his firm ass, as he turned around and locked doors. “Look, man,” he started, turning back around, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and bringing it up to the bowl of the pipe. He took a few puffs which make the bowl smoke even more. I watched with interest as he took a deep inhale that he nose jetted out, “This is probably pretty forward. I know you’re fresh out of a relationship. Same here. Not nearly the nasty breakup like yours, but still. If you ever want to meet up and chat, or take it up a notch and take me up on that pipe lesson offer, or even just hook up for a quick smoke fuck, hit me up. You’re one sexy piece of ass, and the fact you’re into smoking is a major plus in my book… And I’d definitely love to get us both puffing away naked sometime and find out how freaky you can get. If you’d be into that kind of thing.” I watched as he reached down, grabbing his cock through his pants and showed made his bulge more prominent. “I kinda have a feeling you are, though,” he said with a smile, taking another puff of the pipe. “You… I…” I spit out, unable to form a sentence at the sudden change in Eric’s attitude outside the shop. I would never have guessed this guy had a dark, kinky side. Though, I guess the same could be said of me. “I saw you checking me you earlier, sexy… getting hard as you saw me smoke,” he said with a wink, “and you’ve had me boned up all day thinking about you lighting up those thick stogies. Something tells me that you’ve been smoking them longer than you let on.” With that, he handed me his business card, and on the back was a telephone number. “That’s my cell. I don’t give it out to just anyone, so… Give me a call soon, stud?” he asked, rubbing his thumb on the back of my hand as I took the card from. “Um… sure!” I said, shocked but pleasantly surprised before blurting out, “Do you need mine?” “Text me and I’ll add you. Well, I gotta go meet up with a few friends tonight for a thing I promised to do with them. I want to see you again soon though,” Eric said, putting his hand on my shoulder and rubbed it with his thumb as he took a deep inhale on his pipe and then pulling it back out of his mouth. “Defini-“ I began to say when he mashed his lips against mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth and blowing his smoke into me. His hand held against the back of my head, holding me against him as I breathed it in, my cock instantly got hard. We stood there for several moments, kissing deeply as our tongues slid against each other. He stepped away, a grin on his face as I slowly exhaled, savoring the taste of his pipe smoke as the thick cloud poured out of my mouth and nose. “Just what I was hoping for. Later hot stuff,” he said, winking at me as placed the pipe in his mouth again and started walking towards the parking lot across the street. I stood there for a minute in a stupor, bringing my fingers to my lips as while watching him as he hopped into a small SUV and drove off, waving to me as he passed with his pipe dangling out of the side of his mouth, the only thing in my mind that I seriously needed to get a pipe or two. Finally snapping out of it, I blinked a few times and walked down the street towards my apartment. Almost to my building, I stopped, looking at the adult bookstore from the night before. I was horny and knew I was going to need to get some relief later at the glory holes. That’s when I realized it. Poppers and an ass plug. I definitely had enjoyed using the poppers every time I had access to them. And as for the plug, with the amount of cum I would hopefully take up my ass very soon, I knew I would need something substantial to keep them trapped inside. My ass ached to be flooded, and I wanted to take all my hard earned prizes home. Walking in, I looked back to the back towards the video booths counter, hoping that Kyle would be there to ask for help. Sadly, instead, there was a small twink guy with bright blue hair, texting away on his phone looking bored. Disappointed, I went to where I saw the poppers before, and after a while found a bottle that looked similar to the ones Kyle had shoved under my nose. The bottle proudly displayed ‘Super Rush’. Next, I walked over to the butt plug and my mind nearly shut down at all the choices. They came in sizes big and small. They could be made of glass, metal, rubber, silicon. Inflating, vibrating, cellular connected. Tails, cock rings, even jeweled. I shuddered at the last one. After the horror that my laptop had become, I could never look at rhinestones and fake crystals the same way again. And then, I saw it. The box called it a jock style plug, and it spoke to me with how it looked like a giant cock, but still, would work like a normal plug. Plus, it came in a two pack, so if one was too big, I could go with a smaller one. Going up to the counter, I paid for the items and threw them into the bag with the cigar supplies. Satisfied, I walked back out and realized as my stomach growled that I had no groceries. Thankfully, on my previous adventures in the neighborhood, I had discovered a decent grocery store, and so I walked across the street to it. A quick run through the aisles and I had a few TV dinners and a couple other staples to last me until I could make a full run to the store the next day. Laden down with both the box and my grocery bags, I walked back and entered my building. With a small lift of my fingers in a wave to Amal, who was talking on the phone, I then proceeded to call the elevator. While I waited, I shuffled the things in my hands and pulled out my phone. Flipping through the numbers, I sent a text message to Kyle: Hey, it’s Jake from last night. If I were to go to the video booths, what time should I go?? I watched as the message sent, and got into the elevator. Looking at my watch, it proudly displayed 6:45 pm. The doors opened, and I looked at my door which caused me to let out a slight curse. Maintenance In Progress, Please Come In Well, I sighed to myself, looks like I’ll have to wait until they are done to try out the purchases. With a groan, I opened the door, and walked in, setting down everything. “Hello?” I called out loud, looking for the maintenance man. “Sorry, in here,” I heard a muffled voice say, coming from the utility closet. Something about it sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. A ding from my phone interrupted my train of thought on where I knew the voice. As I read the reply from Kyle: Depends. y? Me: Well… it’s been a day. And I need to get rid of some stress. Was hoping to have fun like last night. Picked up some poppers and a few cigars. Have a few with your name on them as a thank you. Kyle: fuck! not there tonight, but you tell benny the twink at the front i said you can go in on the friend discount. have to get you to come by a different time so we can enjoy the gars in style fucker Kyle: 2 answer the other ? tho i would say if u want loads dripping out ur cunt like the fuckin slut u are, go after 10 tonight Me: Seriously? Thx! Me: Wait… Slut? I've only ever been there once! lol Kyle: and u were a hot nasty cumdump pig. loved seeing that latin fukkers load drip out ur pussy and watching you take my prick and inhale my fuckin gar man. you have a great hole btw. so tight n made to suck out jizz. wish i was there to watch you get filled with cocksnot til u drip. Kyle: so wanna feed your lungs a few reds and sum more gar smoke, then when ur high on smoke, fuck you up on poppers n get u 2 back your hole up on some nice anon raw dick Kyle: have 2 also get u 2 the bathhouse sometime too. u wood be real popular there. maybe give u the grand tour and have a few buds give you some extra special loads. i know theyd love to take a long hard ride in your ass before filling up ur cunt w their hot swimmers Me: Might just do that. All of that sounds pretty fucking hot actually lol Kyle: just let benny know ur looking to be a cum dumpster 2nite. he’ll send em ur way. btw, he says some preppy guy that fit what i said you look like just came in and bought a nice fuckin set of ass plugs and sum high power poppers. that u? Me: Yeah… I tried to find the kind of poppers you used. And I bought a set of butt plugs that looked really hot. Kyle: hot damn fucker. please tell me its for the loads tonight? u gonna fill up ur hole and let em marinate all night? Me: Maybe…? Kyle: fuck!!! making me wish i was there to help you trap all that ass grease into your cum pit. gonna make you smoke so much more next time we fuck together now i know ur a smoke pig. would love to watch you smoke some reds. watch em dangle from your lips. maybe even give u my piss. Me: Never tried them or piss, but I’m game for both. Kyle: fuckin nice bud! so hot that you are turning into a nasty breeding piggy. never would have pegged u 4 one, but fuckin love it. use booth #8 bro. small enough you can get it from both end anon. hungry pig like you needs it anyway he can. cant wait to fuck your dripping boy pussy again and add my wad. gtg tho Me: ok. ttyl Shit, I have to kill a few hours, I thought to myself. My cock throbbed at the thoughts of what might go on tonight, and I felt antsy, wishing I could start sooner. Maybe I could smoke one of the cigars and get high on the poppers, then work the smaller plug inside me. But first, I’d have to wait for the maintenance guy to leave. Resigned, I unloaded my groceries as I turned my attention back to the voice in the closet. “Oh, sorry. Um… important work text I had to answer. Just didn’t want to startle you when I walked in,” I called out, suddenly realizing I had never replied back to the maintenance worker. Taking my box from the old apartment into my room, I placed it on the ground next to the dresser and made the bed, which I had forgotten to do the night before, picking up a few clothes and putting them into a pile before I reached down and grabbed my used underwear from the night before. Looking at the doorway, I briefly took a quick sniff of the dirty garments, enjoying the smell of dried cum before throwing them in the pile. Grabbing the cigars and supplies, I walked back out and nearly dropped the bag as I was confronted by someone I definitely didn't expect to see. “Holy shit…” I said, slowly, walking up to the kitchen counter, ”Jackson?” Standing in front of me was the man who had introduced me to smoke sex and barebacking. He gave me a slight look of shock as he realized instantly who I was. “Shit! Jake, right?” he said, wiping the sweat from his brow, clearly out of breath. “Yeah, um… why are you…” I began, my nervous habit kicking in again as I began to scratch the back of my neck. Without speaking, he pointed to his shirt, clearly labeled “Maintenance.” Turning back to the new washer and dryer now sitting in the utility closet, he pressed the start button on both, smiling as both started up perfectly. Shutting both off again, he turned his attention back to me. “How have you been? I mean, good I’d guess. Got a new place obviously!” he said, smiling and he went over to and washed his hands before drying them on his shirt, “But things have been going better since I last saw you I hope?” “Yeah, um… Things are better for sure. I just moved in yesterday,” I said, unable to stop staring at him. He looked almost unrecognizable in the polo shirt and lack of prominent piercings, “Why are you working here though? I mean, I thought you did construction work…” “Oh yeah. I still do,” he said, before opening the cabinets to pull out a glass. “Hey, do you mind if I get some water? Been standing on my head for an hour and these polos don't breath at all.” “Sure…” I said, waiting for an answer. I watched as he filled the glass and gulped it down. Setting it in the sink, he turned around and fanned his shirt as he continued. “Little brother is the property manager. He started on a few months back, and his team lost several of the maintenance crew. Few of them to another building and the rest had to be fired. He asked if I could fill in,” he said, as I nodded, checking him out. If anything, he looked even hotter than before, “I love my little bro, and he was in a pretty rough patch. Between that and the cooler weather cutting down on my work, I said sure. So, steady income and benefits until I want to leave. Also get better hours than on my own. In fact, you’re the last job of the day and I get to go home.” “Oh, cool,” I said, feeling my cock harden at the memory of his cock, now a prominent bulge in his pants, filling my ass. “How about you?” he asked, apparently enjoying the fact I couldn't stop staring. “Not much I guess…” I said, trailing off, slightly embarrassed as he made his way over to me before grabbing the bag in my hand. “Damn!” he exclaimed, looking at the name on the side of the bag, “Looks like someone has good taste.” I blushed as he gave me a huge smile. “I, uh… yeah…” I said, muttering slightly trying to come up with something to say, “Kinda have you to blame.” “Shit! Really?” he said, peeking inside of the bag as he sat it on the counter, “How is that?” “You got me really turned on to cigars that night… well, among other things…” I said, still slightly embarrassed. “Double fucking damn!” he said, smiling and rubbing his crotch, an evil grin on his face, “Don’t mean to intrude but… mind if we fire up few of these fuckers? Been dying for a smoke all day, and I’m now officially off the clock. And,” he said, reaching in and pulling out the bottle of poppers as well as the butt plugs, “It looks like you came prepared to play hard, boy. I seem to remember that you owe me a few cigars from the other night.” With a huge grin, he walked over to counter next to me and set the bag down before reaching into the bag and pulling out two of the large Asylums I had purchased. Unwrapping them from their cellophane, he ran one under his nose, inhaling deeply, before reaching over and setting the bottle of poppers in front of me. Next, he opened the butt plugs and taking the smaller one, licked the bottom and shoved it onto the side of the cabinets, where it stuck firmly. “You’re gonna need these poppers with the hard fuck I’m gonna give your tight hole, boy,” he said before he reached down to grab my dick through my pants, “And when I’m done, I’m gonna trap my loads deep inside your cunt.” I put my forehead against his chest, breathing in his sweaty, manly scent, mixed with the faint smell of cigar smoke. I moaned in pleasure. “In the mood for some fun then?” he growled, squeezing my cock, “Want to take a few loads to keep that hole warm all night and let me really fuck those lungs of yours?” Immediately my cock strained even harder in my pants, the thought of having a repeat of that first night made my hole ache to be stretched and filled, and my lungs hungered for the smoke. Slowly, I began to nod.

Part 12 The footsteps stopped just outside of the stall door. “Hola, perra” a voice said outside the door. The voice has a thick accent and the only man I knew in the company with a thick accent was the Mexican janitor. He was friendly with virtually everyone, especially the executives. The general rule for all the junior personnel was if one crossed the janitor then one had crossed every executive. “I heard there was a new whore in the company,” he said. I just moaned in delight. I lusted after this man, his tan skin, his dark hair and thick dark mustache. He always wore a blue overalls, which framed his ass. The zipper was never all the way up, as it was permanently about half way down his chest, which exposed the forest of wild dark hair which covered his chest. I had long before noticed he also sported a thick long tube which was positioned down his right leg. Each time I saw his tube my cock twitched and my hole puckered. “You know you wand Hector’s salchicha” he said. I could hear him unzipping the overalls outside the door. “Got a big load of crema for you,” he said as the stall door creaked open and he stepped inside. I could see his work boats behind me and the legs of his coveralls. I wanted to see that dark bush, that big tube, its foreskin and his sac, but he moved too quickly of me to see, instead without introduction, he was rubbing his cock up and down my crack, his foreskin moving back and forth over his cock head as he did so. I moaned loudly as I heard him removing his overalls, dropping them to the floor about his ankles. His legs were massive, muscular and very veiny. They were covered in thick dark hair as well. I wanted to turn around and lick them. I wanted to explore his furry body. If his legs were this hairy I could only imagine how hairy his ass was and his crack. He slowly started to squat down, giving me more of a view of those legs. His cock came into view and I about shot my load all over. It was thick, very thick. It was at least a good nine inches long and the foreskin covered its head, hanging past a good inch. His crotch was covered in a thick black bush that went from hip to hip. “That’s one disease filled cono!” he remarked. I watched his hand slowly stroke his cock, pulling back the foreskin, exposing his head hidden inside, then covering it back up. My cock was drooling pre-cum as I watched, and so was his, or at least I thought. “Got a nice case of the morning drip for you hole.” He abruptly stood, ramming his cock into my hole. I yelped as he slid into me balls-deep, his thick cock stretching my hole open. “Heard you received a load to day with the deadliest catch and another with the pox,” he cheerfully commented. “Yes I did.” “Now I am going to give you the drip.” He pumped his cock in and out of my hole, his pendulous balls swinging, his hands gripping my hips as he rammed into my hole. I suddenly hear the outer door open, the restroom was filled with someone whistling. I could hear someone's foot steps moving closer to the stall door, as the whistling likewise got louder. Then I heard the squeak of the stall door opening as a voice I didn't recognize asked “Mind if I join you, Hector?” “Feel free. His hole at the other end is open.” The new man made his way between us and the divider. Once at the front, he stepped over the nasty old toilet, bringing his crotch right in front of my face. His hands, which were covered with white fur, slowly worked the zipper of his dress pants. I could hear the zipper sliding down and as he opened his fly, at which point I glimpsed some additional white hair. He reached inside and pulled his cock and balls out. Surrounded by the white, his cock began to twitch and grow, slowly it expanded to double the size it was soft, then it was almost triple in size. He lifted his cock and pointed it at my mouth. I eagerly opened my mouth and slide my lips over his cock head. He let out moan as my lips slid slowly down his shaft. I took a deep breathe through my nose and slid all the way down, pushing my nose in my side his zipper and into the wiry white crotch hairs. He grabbed the back of my head and pumped a couple times, letting me know he was in control, steadily fucking my ass with his big uncut cock. The skin moving as it slid in and out of my hole, felt amazing causing me to squeeze his cock with my hole. My hole was slick from the two loads that were in my ass. I wondered if I should tell Hector he was plowing his cock through cum with HIV and Syphilis. I was moving my mouth up and down the mature man’s cock. I could feel the spit coating it and then collecting at his balls. It soon was running down the man’s sac. He wasn’t much of a leaker of dick slime, but I was still enjoying his cock. Hector started to speed up his thrusts in and out of my hole, his cock thickening and hardening. “Hector’s about to load up that hole” the mature man announced. “Big load is churning in my balls, Señor!” I could feel his balls still swinging as he thrust in and out, my cock jumping as he slammed into me, slapping my stomach. I clamped down on his hole, squeezing my hole on his cock. “Oh shit, here it comes,” he yelled, slamming into my ass hard and deep, grunting and shaking as he emptied his balls into my hole. I could actually feel his legs shaking and rubbing against mine. In fact he held onto my body for dear life when, near the end of his orgasm, his legs started to buckle out of exhaustion. But all good things needed to end, so I wasn't surprised when, after he withdrew, Hector quickly pulled up his coveralls and headed out. “Have work to do, Sir, thank you for the little break.” “Anytime Hector, we wouldn’t run without you,” the mature man said. After Hector left through the outer restroom door, the mature man pulled his hard cock from my mouth. He slid down and sat on the toilet as he announced “Now that we are alone, my boy,” he said, “I want to have a little talk with you.”

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?

This happened years ago. I had gone out find a hole to fuck and breed. Yep. Plain and simple. There were several men out that weekend. But I just could not land one. As the night wore on, there he was, on the margins, always looking my way. Nice enough looking: late 30's, average height, a little heavy, cute, a bit reserved. But I saw something in his eyes...a hunger for cock. For cum. For more than he had experienced before. My testosterone levels must have been through the roof. Because soon enough, we were at his apartment, naked. He, servicing my hard cock. Me using his throat. Holding the back of his head down on me. Using him for my pleasure. And him enjoying every bit of it. His stubby dick, which I refused to let him touch...at least not yet...dripping for release. I made it damn clear I was POZ, that I was gonna fuck him bareback and that I would NOT pull out. I could see desire and apprehension in his face. But I've learned how to heighten the first while leveraging the latter. I knew he was enjoying the idea of danger. Intoxicating. So I upped the ante with rough, POZ talk. After a good bit of foreplay, I had him on his side, me behind him. Holding him tightly to me as I grunted breathy, filthy words into his ear. Telling him not to worry, how he shouldn't deny himself anymore. My very hard cock grinding at his back door. He was breathless, speechless with excitement. The key to a good fuck is to fuck the bottoms mind first. I made him say he wanted my cock in him. That he wanted me raw. Then I distracted him; I made him refer to his hole as a pussy. As a cunt, made for cock and seed. I had him beg me to fuck his pussy. My hard cock kept knocking insistently at his hole. I told him how I knew what he needed. That I could the hunger in his eyes, a hunger he had denied himself feeding his whole life. I told him that I would give him what he needed, what he craved...but first I would some lube. I felt him attempt to move towards the bottle on the nightstand. I did not allow it. "No, no." I guided his hand to his stubby dick. "Jack yourself off", I ordered. He complied. "Good boy. That's it...Now, you had better cum big...and do you know why?" He was unable to respond, for he was jacking furiously in anticipation of what I was about to say. "Because I'm gonna use your own cum for lube. You want that don't you?" Again, no reply - his breath growing more shallow, more rapid. I was drunk with power. He was under me complete control. And when he was just about to do so, I ordered him to, "CUM NOW!" He came as ordered. "You're gonna want to catch every drop, boy." I sneered as he came into his hand. His whole body convulsing. I released him just enough for him to move him cummy hand to his fuckhole. He shamelessly slathered himself and my cock with his own seed. "Thats right..lube up that pussy for me." The whole room smelled of cum. I pulled him even tighter towards me as my now urgently hard cock penetrated him in one long thrust. He yelped. "Is this what you wanted?" No reply. Just his gasps. "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?!" I barked. "YES!!", he cried. "My raw, POZ cock in your worthless cunt?!". He was shaking by this point. I could see him trying to form words. "Answer me.", I insisted. "Yes...yes...", he whispered. So I got my fuck on. Oh yeah, I. Got. My. Fuck. On. And I pounded his hole with one arm around still wrapped tightly his chest and the other around his neck. There is something oddly satisfying about watching a man struggle to breathe while I fuck him. There's a moment when you can see the desire for mix with panic. You can sense it like a presence in the room. If you've ever experienced it, you know. "Tell me what you want.", I said. No reply. "Say it....say it.", I persisted while longdicking him . "Oh god...OH GOD" he cried. I laughed and sneered, "Oh no, fuckhole...god can't help you now. That time has cum and gone....funny thing is...in a couple of minutes, I'm gonna do the same. I'm gonna cum..and then I'm gonna go. But first, I need to hear you ask for it." He was barely holding together now. "Say it.", I insisted as I intensified my pounding. He started to mumble words. "SAY IT!" I commanded - barely able to forestall myself from cumming. "OH, FUCK...OH FUCK! PLEASE, BREED ME! GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY SEED! PAINT MY GUTS! I NEED IT! POZ ME!!!" He bellowed. That was when the flood gates opened and two weeks of charged seed filled his boypussy. I howled with release as I churned my sick cream into him. That satisfying cumsloppy fucksound I do so enjoy filled the room. I stayed in him as long as I could, grinding my toxic load into him. He whimpered as my softening cock slimed out of his oozing cunt. Only then did I release my hold on him. When I was done. And he lay there panting...used in the way I wanted to use him. I got up, wiped off, and dressed. All the while, he lay there panting. The realization of what had happened just starting to dawn on him. I stood there a moment, taking in the sight of this piece of meat I had used. A bead of my toxic seed dribbled down the crease between his thigh and his asscheek. A wicked smile took residence on my face. The time for words was done. I simply left, stepping out into the cool night air. It felt damn good.

It was an evening like any other really. Myself and Kane were heading back from the gym to our flat pumped up and needing to unwind. We lived nice and close to the gym so no need to shower, just a hard workout, lots of sweat then back home feet up protein shakes and an evening in front of the xbox. Kane is a sweetheart. Build like a brick shithouse and a smile the same size to match. Smooth as a babe and always working for his misses. She's a nice girl, huge tits which Kane clearly goes for and he must treat her right cause she doesn't half mind screaming the flat down when she's over for the night. Me I'm Aaron. A few years younger than Kane, we became mates down the gym. I was trying to get bigger and he, being the kind hearted soul he was, came over taught me some stuff and the broship grew from there. He helped me out when I was at a low point by renting me a room and we just developed this bond. It was never an issue me being gay nor him being straight. He were just mates and it was all good. Obviously he had no idea what a twisted little fuck I was of course. We got in as usual and he threw himself on the sofa and switched the xbox on. "Need to get my games in before I crash like always!" I laughed. He worked long shifts, and we hit the gym hard in the evenings. It was no wonder that he always seemed to pass out when we got in. Well that and the crushed sleeping tablets I mixed up in his protein shakes. I handed his over. "Down in one bud" and we both chugged down, taking only a brief minute to watch his chest throb up and down as my little night night juice went down the hatch. We kicked back and chatted for a while, Kane on Call of Duty, me flicking through various hook up apps trying to find someone who might catch my eye. Slowly I watched Kane's hands start to droop as he struggled to keep his eyes open. It was beautiful like clockwork. "Come on mate, lets get you to bed" I said as I hooked his arm over my neck and lifted the hulk of a man up. Kane slurred a thank you of sorts and I took him to his room and pushed him onto his bed. "Sleep tight big man" I said as I closed the door. I glanced at my watch. 30 minutes to kill, so I went back to my apps and continued looking for the right man. Sadly there was no one biting tonight, not that that would be a problem. I walked back towards Kane's room and opened the door to find Kane as I'd left him, except now snoring soundly. I moved over and rolled him onto his front. Pulling his racer vest up and over his head and threaded his arms through before dropping them above his head. There were those wet stinking pits I loved so much. And not a shred of hair on them. Kane was naturally smooth mostly, but he liked to add to the effect by shaving too. I took a nice long slow lick all the way up his pit and soaked my face in that delicious stink. How I kept focused in the gym with this beast I never fucking knew. The other arm now. Same this time I kept the moisture in my mouth and hovered my face above his, taking my thumb and slowly pulling his chin down so his mouth opened, drooling his stank into his mouth and watching his reflex swallow it down. Now time for the proper fun. I took out my phone, loaded up the video function, hit record and began my routine. Slowly I pulled down his shorts inch by inch showing those tight white briefs he loved so much and his package outlined within. The shorts came off and I took a deep sniff on camera. Then back to those pants, once bright white but now stained yellow from sweat and piss stains I buried my face into his junk and sniffed pulling a leg open so his ball sack flopped out and again I made a point of sniffing and licking it on the cam. This was mine. My moment with my beast of a man. The pants came off slowly revealing Kane's cock to the camera. He wasn't a big boy, not small, but a little below average. You always look at these big muscle men and expect them to be big all over, but its not always true as Kane proved. His soft dick was about 5 inches with a nice long chewy hood tapering off. I got the camera in nice and close and had a good chew on that hood before rolling it down and exposing his head, giving it a good clean with my tongue. His stink was addictive but his taste was fucking life giving. By now my cock was throbbing and leaking pre cum in my shorts. So I got up, placed the cam on the shelf getting Kane and me in shot nice and clearly and I stripped off completely. I moved in close and grind my body down on his sleeping mass. I kissed those lips and felt my cock throb against his. He didn't kiss back but that didn't stop me sticking my tongue into his mouth and running it around inside. I lifted his legs up and slide him down the bed a bit, propping him up with some cushions and got the money shot. His beautiful hole opening up, slowly unsticking from the sweat. I grabbed the camera and got a nice good shot of me getting inside close and licking it slowly before ramming my tongue in as deep as I could. The boy was straight, he had no reason to keep his hole clean, and you could taste it. Not that I minded of course, it meant an extra moment of humiliation for him on camera. "Someones a dirty fucking pig today aren't they" I said to the cam as I took my finger and dug it dry up into his sweet straight boy pussy. I had done this enough times so he was just loose enough to eventually give way to the intrusion, but not loose enough to not do a bit of damage on the way. "I keep telling you a good pussy should always be clean don't I" I said, mainly for the cameras purpose. "Time for your punishment to help you remember" I pulled my finger out his hole and caught it on cam. A nice blend of dirty streaks and a tinge of blood. "Now in it goes and suck it clean like a good piggy" Shoving my finger in I made a show of dragging it in and out of his mouth. All the while wiping his arse stank over his tongue and into his gums, taking just a little moment to dig my nail in. "I think pig is tired of his foreplay and wants it now" propping the camera for a moment on the bed, I rolled kane over onto his front and pulled his cheeks apart. I grabbed the cam and made a point of squeezing my cock head pissing out pre cum and drenching that puckered hole. I moved the camera in close and made sure it caught the tattoo on my bell end; a distinct black biohazard symbol. "Time for you to get your big man" I muttered as I slowly forced my cock into his hole watching the raw biohazard slip under the skin followed by inch after inch of my 9 inches. I leaned over and positioned the camera on the bed stand, and moved his face towards it. Then I began my assault on his hole. This was pure fucking heaven as always. His guts being churned and torn up by my dick using him like the pig slut I knew him to be. Greedy, never telling me to stop, never telling me no. He could have all the straight fun he wanted with his bitch but I knew he was my pig slut really. I could feel my poz load building up in my balls and with one final deep push I shoved in as deep as I could and released right up inside him shooting over and over again growling and grunting for the camera as I did. I collapsed on his back and laid there for just a minute, listening to him quietly snore underneath me. It would be so easy to be tender to his big hunk of meat, but I never forgot who was this pig and who was the perv here. I pulled out of him and dragged my fingers up his dirty hole and shovelled what cum and mess I could back inside him. I took his mouth aimed the camera and got a nice shot of my dirty cock sliding in deep, in and out till it came out relatively clean. I grabbed a pen from my shorts pocket and wrote POZ LOAD INSIDE between his cheeks releasing them and watching his hole close tight keeping my load nice and safe inside. "Good night you dirty pig" I said to him on cam as I snorted up a nice wad of phlegm and spat it onto his lips before switching off the video and throwing the duvet over him. I walked back into the lounge and grabbed my laptop. I immediately downloaded the film and spent the next hour editing it. Using some of my favourite sound clips of Kane from the gym grunting and groaning, telling me to push it harder, give it my all etc, I edited my next new masterpiece 'Pig fuck 18' before uploading it to my personal site. Tonight had been fun. But tomorrow was always another day to corrupt that pig even further.

pump me full of some hot seed! this college jock needs to be put in my place

Dad’s Basement Part Thirty Four “This brings back some memories” Dad said. “You have been here before?” I asked him. “Hell son, I sold my ass here” he said. “Fuck me Dad, you were a hooker?” “Well, I did have sex for money,” he said, “and I have fucked you” “Funny Dad, funny” I said, “Are you going to sell my ass now?” “Among a few things” “Do I have any say in this” I asked “Not at all” Dad said, rubbing my head, “Let’s go find Dax” As we walked into the warehouse, I noticed that there were two rows of rooms, separated by a hall on the left side. The walls were up, but there were no roofs on any of the rooms. “That’s where the ‘hookers’ as you called them, entertain” Dad said. On the right said was rooms, but they were only walled up on three sides and opened on the fourth. There were bright lights in each room, cameras were on tables out side of the rooms. “That’s where Dax shoots his porn” Dad said. In the back of the warehouse was a stage, with a large aisle separating the rows of seating. Nothing was happening here in this area and it was all dark. “The stage is for strippers or live sex acts, but nothing is booked tonight.” Dad said. “Why not’ I asked. “My boy, you and I are about to film our first scene together” Dad said, “some twisted perv Dad/Son bareback scene” “Really” “Yeah, but we need to find Dax” We walked to another door and Dad knocked. From inside a single word was spoken: “Enter” Sitting behind the desk inside the office was Dax, shirtless. “I see you got in him, did you tell him what this place is and what we were doing tonight” “Yeah, gave him a brief tour” Dad said. “He also said I didn’t have a choice in this” I said, “Is that true” “No you fucking don’t,” Dax said, “I own your Dad’s ass and by family right, I own your ass” “What” “When your Dad accidentally pozzed me, as he tells it, I didn’t believe him” Dax said, “So instead of turning his ass in to the cops, he agreed that I would own him and do as I said” “But I….” “But you! He also agreed to poz your hole for me and give you to me, hence I OWN you” “It’s true son” “Fuck this, I don’t want any part of this” “Fine, I turn your dad into the cops, he pozzed you and me against our will” Dax said, “He goes to jail, you lose everything that you have from your Dad” “Matt he will do it” Dad said. “I own each of you” I dropped my head, I didn’t want Dad to go to jail, I didn’t want to lose anything. I just stood there. “Glad you now see it my way” Dax said. “I do, Pops” I said. “Pops, oh fuck no. When you are here, I am Dax” he said, “nothing else” Dad smacked my ass, not hard but just to let me know I need to behave and listen. “Tonight, we are shooting the porn scene: Dad seduces his son for the first time, son sucks dad, then gets fucked by him. I want a verbal dialog to get the subscribers off” “Yes, Dax” Dad and I said together “Meet me at set three” he said. Dad and I turned and left, silently. As we walked towards a set I stopped Dad and asked: “Is that the true Dax, an asshole” “Don’t push it son, Dax is capable of more than you think” Dad said, “those are not empty threats”

My bathhouse experiences have always been memorable because I like meeting up with other SEX ADDICTS there to see how many cocks and sloppy holes we can take on individually and together. We become predators for our sweaty fuckfeast together. Everyone who sees the way we work wants to get into our stable. One buddy is a British bodybuilder. .ginger with a big cock and sloppy hole...the other is a Japanese muscular fucker that's a total freaky package raunchy as hell and myself. Yes, We become predators and every body's fantasy team. We like doing scene's in public and raunchiest behind closed door's together. After all our sexual depravity I decided to go out. I had lost count of who and what everything We had been doing. ..ourselves the steamy session's became over powering. So I went to shower in a public shower to get cleaned out and off. While I felt exhausted my attention saw a light skin Latin fella with a towel looking at me. His towel was wet and hanging lower than normal. He said I see you and your friends like to party alot together. How would you like to get with me? I was a total wreck and said. It was time for me to go. But he said come back to my room first and relax before leaving. .Relax for a while with me. Well, I couldn't pass up an offer like that. So, I went to his room that was completely away from our traffic pattern. After he closed the door I continued to dry myself off. .his towel was still hanging low and wet. ..can I offer you something to relax you. Why definitely was my answer. .some type of white powder. ..he turned down the light's and began to oil me down. ..I slipped into a very euphoric state before his towel came off. DAMN, that was one of the biggest pieces of meat in the bathhouse and I should know. Well, I was feeling so relax and euphoric We started fuckn. .more load's deeper and raunchy. I lost time again before he said let's leave here and go to my apartment. I'm alone and want some privacy with you. Well done!

As I brought Kane into the Abattoir I took a brief moment to enjoy the crowd. In the centre of the room in front of us was a huge dance floor; dark music pumped dirty and loud and the low strobing lights flashed show illuminations of men in various states of dress dancing and grinding their way across each other. Kane's eyes were barely registering anything after that double bootie bump he had been given by the bouncer and I doubt he had a clue what his piggy hole was in for. I walked him over to the bar along the side and shouted into his ear over the music "So what do you think!" His words slurred back semi comprehensible back to me "erm yeah, its loud man, I'm not feeling so good, this is all a bit much man. I... I... I don't know" "Kane, Kane relax, chill, you're here with me, I'll take good care of you trust me, these guys are harmless. Let me get you a drink and you can relax better" I grabbed the attention of the hot leather daddy bar man and leaned over to give him our order. "My Pig here is new and needs something to relax, can you get me a house special" The daddy winked back and grabbed some cheap soft drink and poured it into a plastic cup. I then watched him squirt some G and some meph into the cup before dipping his cock into the cup to stir it around. The liquid level slowly rose reaching the lip of the cup as he pulled his pissing dick out the cup and placed it in front of me. "There you go Sir, something wicked and wild to get your pig in the proper mood, no charge for you, but I'll be expecting some payment later" He leaned over and grabbed Kanes face shaking his eyes awake. "Hmmm he's a tasty one isn't he" Said the Daddy as he prised open Kanes mouth with his big thumb and held it open wide. The Daddy took a big snort from the back of his throat and spat a huge fat phlegm right into the back of Kanes throat and before Kane even register, he pulled Kane forward and stuck his tongue in, roaming around tasting. Kane pushed back from the bar shocked and confused "fuck FUCK man, no no, I'm not like that, I'm not into dudes". I kicked back into actor mode and grabbed Kanes shoulder to reassure him. "Listen its cool its cool he's just friendly thats all don't think anything of it, you know how slutty some gays are" "Ugh its gross man, he tastes like ash and shit" "Here use this to get rid of the taste" I said as I held the glass to his mouth and poured it down his throat. "Just chug it all and get rid of that taste". I looked back at the bar daddy who was standing back stroking his massive hard dick watching Kane drink his piss. "Ugh that shit was awful what was it" "Just some cheap pop man, I figured you might want something to help clear your head a bit" "Yeah ok cool, cool, ugh its fucking grim though" "Come on listen lets go dance and just try and have some fun yeah, if you don't like this place we can always leave" Kane reluctantly came to the dance floor and he followed me into the thick of the floor in amongst all the sweaty bodies as we began to dance to the dirty beats. It was pretty obvious Kane was the centre of attention as everyone turned towards him watching him dance and move. Guys weren't being subtle as hands decided to start groping his chest and feeling his body as I slowly took a few steps away and let the attack happen. All the drugs Kane had taken so far had him loose and mellow and out of it and he just allowed these men to remove his tight white t-shirt revealing his hard toned torso and pecs. I watched tow guys immediately attach to his nipples slathering over his body I could see in the flashing lights men behind him seeing the exposed hole. I moved around so I could watch as a guy dropped to his knees, pulled my pig's cheeks apart and began eating out the hole. I worked my way through the growing crowd to see my pigs face and could see he was gone, if the crowd wasn't so thick the pig would have fallen over long ago. So I decided it was time for me to go and get a drink for myself. After having a nice cold beer and a good friendly chat I looked over to the dance floor and noticed the crowd had dispersed, back to the usual dancing and grinding. Shit the Pig wasn't there. It wouldn't have been let out by the bouncers, so more than likely was in the toilets. Walking to the back of the club I pushed through into the wet area; the Abattoirs' toilets. There was my pig, on all fours with its classic tightie whities ripped wide apart, letting its shrivelled cock and balls hang loose. The jeans, boots and t-shirt were long gone but it had his white socks on still. Although now they were more a wet yellow colour from all the piss they had clearly been soaked in. The pigs hair was drenched along with most of its body which was currently being roughly thrust between two hot muscled black men, who were so muscled they put my pig to shame. My Pig was definitely not in the room anymore as the guy raping his mouth was pounding his giant cock right down his throat, and I mean down his throat as I was watching this bulge moving back and forth when my Pigs adams apple should have been. Moving behind I saw a similar sight, with every outward pull, a dick the size of a babies arm was pulling out my pigs puffy turn pussy lips before roughly shoving them back inside. This babies arm I guessed was at least 10 inches and jack hammering my pigs guts like it was mashed potato. "You liking my pig boys?" I said as I fished my dick out my jeans. "This ass is fucking prime and about to get nice and charged up in a minute. He's about to get some proper african aids babies. Gonna make him pregnant real soon" he said as he began thrusting harder into my pig. "We are proper toxic, proud and strong" said his friend as he was busy bashing his balls into my pigs face, occasionally taking a moment to slap him with those big open hands. "You sure you want this for him, he want this, no coming back, no treatment for this strain, its nasty shit" "Not a He, It. This pig doesn't deserve being acknowledge as a man, its a thing, my thing. Now fucking knock it up. I want it ruined and toxic and as fucked up as it can be. Give it your aids, both of you. fill it FILL IT UP WITH YOUR AIDS!" I shouted as the pair both began gutturally bellowing pumping their loads into my pig. "FUCK!" they screamed as they both pushed in as deep as they could, shooting load after load of their poison into the pig. Part of me wished the pig has been awake for this. Would it have hurt? Not the fucking, obviously that would have been agony for it, but would it have burnt inside as those viral strains flooded his insides seeping into his blood changing him and further mutating my strain in him. They both took a deep breath in unison as they slowly allowed their softening dicks to slide out, letting go and allowing the pig to slump down to the piss soaked floor. I took the fuckers dick and admired it in my hands for a brief moment. This was at least 12 inches long soft, I had clearly miscalculated. I was getting stiff just thinking about all the damage it had done and how deep that load must have gone. I placed the tip into my mouth and sucked the head tasting my pigs dirt and blooded ass. I stood up and proudly spat the flavour onto its face as it lay there with a slight puddle of cum leaking from its mouth. I used my foot to push the dribbling load back in along with some piss and tilted its head back upwards. "My worthless fucking pig" I wished looking down in both disgust and pride at the sight. The two guys started leaving, heading back to the dance floor, passing the leather daddy barman on their way out. "I'm on a break and figured this was where I could get my payment. Shit looks like someone bust the cherry before I did. Looks like I'm going to have to go a little extra" He leaned down and picked my pig up and put him over his shoulder. "You come with me too, you'll enjoy this" and we walked further into the depths of the club. We walked through some winding corridors and the music died down. We got to a big door with 'Slaughter House - No admittance' written across it. He took out a key with one hand, still holding Kane over his shoulder with the other and open the door. "Holy shit... now THIS is impressive" I gasped as I took out my phone and checked the battery life. Just over 50%, hopefully that would be enough to capture all of this, because this was able to get nasty.

It's taking me years, but I'm gradually building a hookup site to accompany Breeding Zone. Actually it will be a couple different, interconnected hookup sites – one for bareback, one for poz fetish, one for oral, one for vanilla, etc. I realize things change over time, so I want to understand what works and what doesn't work for you. Specifically, I want to know where you guys go first when you're looking for sex. Do you use a website, or an app, or do you skip all that and just go to a bathhouse or sex party, or what? I specifically want to understand your experience with BarebackRT since it will be the primary competition for what I'm building. It's grown a lot, but on the guys on there now as easy to hookup with as they were a few years ago? In other words, are quality sex pigs who actually want to hookup and fuck now or in the near future harder to find because bareback is so popular and the more average guys (or the prettier guys?) aren't actually as uninhibited and piggy as the ones who were on the site initially? It's sorta my theory that that's the case, but I wanna hear your thoughts. But overall, more guys are barebacking, but if they're pickier than the old-school bareback pigs (before PrEP got everyone to go raw and take loads), then more people doesn't mean a better experience when you want to fuck. Do you have any suggestions for how I can keep things piggy with what I'm building? Would going invite-only once things are up to critical mass be a good idea? I'm thinking I'll have a vanilla hookup site and people start there, and then to get access to the raunchy hookup sites guys have to be vouched for by a trusted member. That means guys will probably need to have sex with someone to get vouched for. Good idea? bad idea? Meanwhile with apps, I quit Grindr when it just became all buff torso shots. Scruff had more "regular" guys, but now it's getting to the point where it's all buff torso shots too (just more hair). Do the apps actually work for you? When was the last time you had a good hookup off an app? (And compare that to how much time you put into trying to make it happen). In general, what is it that you want to help you fuck and get fucked? I'm thinking a lot broader than a hookup site (which is one reason why it's taking me a long time). I mean for starters everything here on Breeding Zone will (a few years from now) get merged into the hookup sites. So there will be a social / sharing aspect to what I'm building – but also a hookup component. I'm also envisioning a place database similar to Squirt.org where guys can talk about their experiences at different places – only improved and not limited to a few views per day like Squirt. And then there are things like party listings – both commercial parties (which are technically lacking on BBRT, except CumUnion), and non-commercial ones like hotel gangbangs. So think about what you need to improve your ability to hookup and share it here… I can't make promises to do everything (I can only do so much), but your thoughts and ideas will definitely inform what I'm doing. Thanks!

I'm a biker living in London UK, and I've discovered three major ways of pozzing up unsuspecting negs. Thought I'd share my techniques with you blokes. The first I discovered by accident when I was fucking a guy and the condom broke. I said I was sorry, and I was, but later the memory made me smile. Sometime later when I was doing another guy, and the condom broke when I was putting it on, but I decided to fuck him without his knowledge the condom would not provide any protection. I felt guilty and horny as hell at the same time. Then I started pricking the rubbers in their packets, so that when I started fucking, they'd split, but through experience I learned this technique didn't reliably work, so using embroidering scissors, I would carefully cut open the packets, remove the condoms and snip a bit off the tip. Then I would roll it back up and slide it back into the packet. Then I would look for guys who are into safer sex only. I've done hundreds of guys using this method over the years. The second method is more work, but more fun. I chat up negs on-line who want to bareback with other negs, saying I had tested neg the month before, claiming I only top, and I'm neg. Occasionally when I've met-up with such guys, they ask for documentation showing my status, so I made-up a fake report on my computer, and printed it on letterhead that looks like that of the local STD clinic. In addition, I tell them I will pull-out before shooting. Of course I never do. It's much easier to apologize than to get permission. For that matter, there are ample guys into being fucked by a guy in bike leathers and crash helmet, so I dress the part, at least the first time around. On second and subsequent 'dates' I may get more intimate, smiling, and kissing passionately. I do my best to blow at least five loads in such guys, and even stay in touch with them long enough to see if they convert. I think I've used this technique on about 20 guys over the years. To the best of my knowledge, about 19 of the guys converted. When they tell me they've tested poz I act shocked and say I will get tested immediately. I love chat rooms: the other guy can't see the smile on my face. The third method is the most dangerous and the hottest. A biker mate and I were cruising Hamstead Heath, London's cruising area. We were desperate to breed a neg bottom. We wandered about 'till we saw a cute young Asian guy. He was a bit drunk. I think it was his first time on the heath. We smiled, said hello, and led him to a quiet part of the heath. I started kissing him while my mate pulled down his pants, and pinned him to the ground, and using just spit for lube, raped his ass. I held him down and pushed his face into the mud to stop him screaming. When my mate finished, it was my turn. After we both finished we both pissed on him and told him we were HIV positive. We left him there, sobbing, soaked in piss, with our poz loads in his cunt. I still get a hard on thinking about it.

PART I In the summer of my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18, I suddenly started looking less like a boy and more like a man. I gained 20 pounds of muscle, jumping two full weight classes on the wrestling team. My chest became muscular and defined almost overnight. My boyish stomach developed into six distinct muscles that flexed and tightened on demand. In addition, my ass wasn’t flat anymore - it was a genuine bubble butt, a jockboy muscle ass. Even my dick seemed to get fatter and longer. Girls started noticing me. And something else started happening, also: when I walked around town, the occasional man would shoot hungry glances at me, devouring me with his eyes. The truth is, I wanted to be devoured, and every night, when I quietly jacked my dick under the covers, I’d think about my wrestling coach, Mr. Pitt. He was in his late 30s, with jet-black hair and dark, playful, wolfish eyes. He always had a thick layer of scruff on his square jaw, and his torso was just fucking perfect: I’d never seen him with his shirt off, but he definitely had a hairy chest, and his hard pecs were always visible under his tight-fitting polo shirt. From the moment I met the guy, I jacked off almost every night wondering what his cock looked like, imagining what it would be like to touch that chest, that hair, those nips. The assistant wrestling coach, Mr. Strickland, was every bit as hot. A former college wrestler now in his mid-20s, he was a dirty-blond, green-eyed Midwestern jock dude with a massive bulge in his crotch. One time I happened to see him playing basketball shirtless, and I just stopped and stared: his schlong bounced up and down in his loose gym shorts, and his muscled chest was covered with a sexy layer of dark-blond fur. Coach Pitt and Coach Strickland—the brown-haired dude and the blond guy. They were like the Hardy Boys, all grown up, strutting around the halls of our high school with their dress pants stretched tight around their cocks. At the beginning of my senior year, Coach Pitt started paying a lot more attention to me. He made me team captain. He and I would often demonstrate wrestling moves together, and sometimes his hand would linger on my ass after he’d pinned me to the mat. And like all team captains at our school, I was responsible for helping him clean up the equipment after practice - which meant that I got to the locker room 30 minutes late every night, after all my teammates were gone. Then I’d shower by myself, get dressed, and head home. But something funny happened about a week before Christmas: after my shower, I was toweling off in front of my locker, bending over the bench to grab my briefs. And I swear I felt someone staring at me. I turned back toward Coach Pitt’s office, but he was concentrating on some paperwork at his desk. I began slipping my briefs up my calves and thighs, snapping the elastic around my butt, and again I sensed someone was watching - but when I looked up, Coach Pitt wasn’t looking at all. I figured my mind was just playing tricks on me. The next night was even weirder. After I got dressed, I walked past Coach Pitt’s office. His office was composed of two rooms: the front room facing the lockers, and a back room suited for physical therapy and private meetings. The door to the backroom was just barely open, and through the crack I could see Coach watching something on a computer. His back was turned to me, but as I looked closer, I could see that it was porn. And not just any porn - it was gay porn. From what I could tell, Coach Pitt had both of his hands on his cock, jacking like crazy to a scene where some dude was pounding a tight muscle hole. But then he suddenly froze in place, as if he could sense me watching. He tilted his head to the side, listening. And before he could turn around, I ducked out of the locker room and into the night. The next day was the last day of school before Christmas break. As I showered up, Coach Pitt poked his head into the shower room. “Hey, buddy,” he said. I looked over at him. He was only wearing a towel loosely draped around his hips. I stared at his perfect hairy chest, his taut abs, the dense thicket of hair just above his cock bulge. His body was even hotter than I’d imagined in all my jack-off fantasies. A few moments passed before I realized that I was staring. Startled, I looked toward the wall. “Didn’t mean to scare you, Lance,” Coach said, cracking a devilish grin. “Do you mind if I shower in here? The shower in my office is on the fritz.” I shrugged, trying not to reveal my excitement. “Cool,” I managed to croak. He swaggered to the opposite wall and turned on a showerhead. Meanwhile, my cock, no longer a boy’s little dick, but a man’s cock, fat and veiny, began to throb and grow. Then I heard his voice “You’re looking really great these days, Lance.” I turned around to look at him, and saw something I hadn’t even dared to see in my dreams. Coach Pitt stood under a full stream of water, his eyes closed, his face turned upward into the shower, shampoo streaming down his torso, down his abs. As my eyes descended down his body along with the water and the suds, I saw that everything was cascading around his giant cock. He was completely hard. His beautiful dick extended a full nine inches from his abs - a man’s cock, that made me feel like a boy all over again. Panicked, I turned back to stare at the wall. My dick was also now totally hard. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then Coach Pitt spoke. “Hey, Lance? Everything okay?” After a moment’s hesitation, I rotated my torso to face him, trying to hide my giant boner. He was still standing underneath the water, but now his legs were shoulder-width apart, his hands tweaking his nips, his hard cock visibly twitching. And there was a big ol’ grin on his handsome, scruffy face. I stared openly. I didn’t want to say anything. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake myself up. “You have the cutest fuckin’ butt, dude,” he said, reaching down to yank on his dick. “I’ve jacked my cock so many times thinking about your little jock ass.” He paused, then smiled. “You like my dick, huh? I knew you were a little cockhound the moment I saw you at your first practice back in freshman year.” I kept staring. He let out a low chuckle, then gripped his cock with his hand, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he began jerking off in front of me. “You wanna touch my dick, Lance?” he asked. “It’s cool, buddy. Just say it. You wanna touch Coach’s cock, huh?” I nodded. “What was that, boy?” “Yes, Coach, I want to touch your dick.” His smile got even bigger. “Good boy,” he said. “You smoke weed?” “Yes, Coach.” “C’mon, then,” he said. “Let’s go to my office. Hang out. Have a little fun. Cool?” “Yeah, OK,” I said, my body shaking with excitement. I followed him through the front office and into the back office. He closed and locked the door, then turned to face me. He brushed his hand against my chest, then reached around to the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his breath. “Actually,” he said, “wanna try something even more fun than pot?” “Sure, yeah,” I answered. At that point I would have done anything - absolutely anything - to keep this dream from ending. He walked over to a desk drawer, opened it, and removed a glass pipe. “You’ll like this, buddy,” he said. All I could do was nod. I couldn’t believe I was standing in Coach Pitt’s office, the two of us in nothing but towels. “Here: put it to your mouth. I’ll light it. Wait. Just wait for it. You’ll see a little wisp of smoke coming out of this hole here, and then you start inhaling. Now. Start. Good boy. There you go. Keep inhaling. Good.” I blew out a cloud of white smoke. “Do it again,” he said. I obeyed. And a third time. And a fourth. Then he took the pipe and lit it for himself, blowing the smoke into my mouth, then kissed me, his beard rough against my lips. He growled, asking “How ya doing, buddy?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that. My head was buzzing. My cock was unbelievably hard. And something in my butt - well, it almost ached. Like the beginning of a hunger pang I’d never felt before. Coach Pitt dropped his towel, then removed mine. He stepped closer, rubbed his nips against mine, his cock against my stomach. Then he kissed me as his hands wandered down to my jock butt, each hand on an asscheek, spreading my hole. I arched my back just a little bit, and my ass spread wider. He grinned. “That smoke made your hole hungry, huh?” I nodded, and he laughed again. “I’ve got a confession, boy,” he said. “My office shower’s actually working. I just wanted an excuse to get naked with the hottest little stud on my wrestling team.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time I kissed him back, hungrily. He growled as his fingers hovered over my hole. “You ever take a man’s cock in this sweet little cunt?” I shook my head. He pulled me closer, grinding his abs against mine. “You gonna give up your smooth, pink, tight virgin ass to Coach? Let Coach dick you deep, slap his balls against your ass, pound you like the sweet hungry fagboy you are?” “Yes, Coach.” “Yes Coach what?” “Please fuck me, Coach. I want your dick inside me so fucking bad.” “Thatta boy," he said, then paused. He lowered his voice. "You gonna make Coach wear a rubber?” I didn't answer right away. Everyone's supposed to use rubbers, right? But then Coach slipped his hand back around my butt and spread my fuck hole with two fingers. “Your Coach fucks the way men are supposed to fuck. Raw. Natural. I want to feel the skin of my fat cock head splitting your little jock butt wide open. I want to feel the heat and hunger of your virgin hole against my bare dick. And you’ll let me do that, won’t you? Because you’re Coach’s good boy. Right, Lance?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me the way you want.” “That’s what I like to hear. A true bottom boy surrenders his hole to raw dick. That right?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me raw.” “And I won’t pull out until I’ve pounded my boy’s hole full of seed.” I don’t know why, but with those words I almost shot my load without even touching myself. Coach saw my eyes get big, and he grinned. “See? You know, and somehow you’ve always known, that a man’s cum is what you need in this sweet little butt. I want to train my boy to spread his boy hole for cock. Beg for seed like a good bottom. The best bottom.” “The best bottom,” I murmured, nodding. “Let’s get you cleaned out, boy. I’ll show you how to get your ass ready for Coach.” With that he took me back to his private shower and pointed to a little red plastic bulb. “This has some liquid in it already,” he said to me. “It’s a homemade recipe to help my boy get ready for dick.” He reached down, spread my pink hole a little bit, and inserted the tip of the douche. Then he gave a hard squeeze. “Clench your butt, Lance. Keep it up in there.” At first I didn’t feel anything, but then my head began to tingle, and my dick twitched, and I felt a warmth and a deep, dark hunger radiating out from my guts. My butt seemed to pulse with a need to be touched, licked, fingered, fucked, filled. Coach Pitt smiled. “You feel that?” I nodded. “That, boy, is what it’s like to douche with your Coach’s slam piss. You don’t know what slam piss is, but you will. Enjoy the ride. Just enjoy it. But keep your hole nice and tight. Nice and tight for Coach. Good boy.” He turned me around, cautioning me “Keep that hole tight,” as he rubbed his cock up against my crack, adding “You’ve got some fur on this hole, boy.” I nodded. Just a few months earlier I’d started to get hair around my ass, and just a little bit on my chest. “Listen,” he said. “I love a furry hole on a man. But a boy like you? A boy getting his cherry popped? That boy needs a smooth fuckin’ pussy. You OK with me shaving your boy hole, Lance?” “Yes, please.” “Yes, please what?” “Yes please, Coach.” While his chem piss continued to radiate waves of pleasure all over my body, Coach smeared shaving cream on my ass. Then I felt the brush of a razor against my hole, and as he shaved me, I swear I could feel every hair surrendering to his blade. “There you go, buddy,” he said, slapping my ass. “Now go release that special brew that Coach squirted up your hole, then come back and I’ll fill you with the rest.” After a second dose of slam piss flooded my guts, Coach handed me the little bulb and told me to finish up. “And then you know what happens?” he asked. I smiled eagerly, responding “You fuck me, Coach?” “Not quite yet. First we’re driving back to my place, and we’re gonna hang out with Coach Strickland. He’s dying to see your boy hole. Would you like that?” “Fuck YEAH.” “Such a good boy. You want both of your coaches to pound you full of their seed, huh?” “Fuck YES. Please, Coach.” He paused. Then he drew me closer to him, kissed me, and brushed his beautiful dick across my abs. I could feel the pulse of his cock, so full of blood. I looked down at his massive, swinging balls, so full of cum. Then I heard his voice again. “I want to hear you say, ‘Please knock me up, Coach.’” “Please knock me up, Coach.” “Good. Now: ‘Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.’” “Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.” “Good boy. And finally: ‘Make me yours forever.’” “Make me yours forever.” “Very good, boy. Now go clean up. We’re gonna make this the fuck of your life.” MORE SOON...

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.

I have always been a bottom, but during the 90's I was a good little pig and always made sure to use condoms. Anonymous sex really turns me on, and I spent a lot of time in public toilets sucking and being fucked. To be honest, I didn't really care what they looked like, although I have the hots for older daddies, as long as they had a nice stiff cock. During that time, I got to know a middle-aged Indian guy and we played a lot together and with other guys in the local toilets. I think he saw something in me, because he encouraged me to give myself more and more to anyone around, and kept talking about doing it bareback and how he knew I was really a dirty boy and I really wanted it. One night, he took me to a toilet near some playing fields. It was an old, brick block set back amongst some bushes. There was no light inside and I felt anxious as he led me towards the black doorway. Inside, it was quite small with a long urinal on one wall and two cubicles on the other. The only light was from an occasional passing car and I saw several shadowy figures standing quietly against the urinal. We went up and stood beside them and my friend unzipped my trousers and dragged my cock out. As he bent to suck me, I felt hands caress my arse through my jean and horny fingers squeezed the base of my cock. "Nice" I heard someone whisper, their stale breath behind my ear. The indian guy's fingers were on my belt as he sucked me, and suddenly he dragged my trousers and pants down. A finger ploughed between my cheeks, probing my hole. I was getting a bit scared. I couldn't see anything, and the hot, sweaty bodies closing in on me made me nervous. Suddenly, a bottle was thrust under my nose. "Take a deep sniff, kid." I sniffed the poppers, and the bottle was withdrawn. I felt giddy, warm, and relaxed. The Indian guy stood back and someone dragged my head forward and thrust a fat, slimey cock into my mouth. I was suddenly really horny and then some cold, slippery lube was applied to my mancunt and I thrust back to meet the scaley fingers. A forefinger ploughed up me, and I winced as the rough nail scratched me on the way in. "Man," came a whisper " He wants it bad." The indian said. " Give him the poppers and fuck his arse" The bottle appeared under my nose as I sucked. I sniffed, my head swam, and suddenly I felt a fat cock-head nosing into my cunt. I reached back and realised he wasn't wearing a condom! I started to rise, but a strong hand pushed my shoulders back down and a hoarse voice said "Easy kid, you know you want it." The cock pushed against my hole, and suddenly slid up me in a delicious, slippery rush. "Oh yeaah!" He said, his fat, hairy belly against my cheeks and his cock buried to the hilt. What was I doing! How could I let some stranger I couldn't even see fuck me bare? But his cock started to slide in and out of me, and it felt so good I could only groan with pleasure. "Give him the poppers" he breathed and more fumes filled my nose. His thrusts were deep and urgent and I realised he wasn't going to pull out. No! I shouldn't do this! But it felt soooo good and so wrong that the excitement was unbelieveable. Suddenly, his whole body spasmed and shook and he gasped "cumming!" as he spurted in me. WHAT HAD I DONE? He could be poz! The Indian guy's face was next to mine and he whispered. "There you go. His spunk's in you now." I heard a low chuckle and the man said. "Yeah, knocked him up good!" I felt my blood run cold and yet it felt so dirty, so incredibly sexy that I just remained bent over, my hands on the cold wet wall as the indian guy said "I knew you wanted it!" I felt his hands reach over and spread my arse cheeks. I couldn't see a thing it was so dark, and yet , and yet... " Who's next" He whispered. A short, fat cock slid into me and fucked me quickly in short, urgent thrusts and in seconds it swelled and spurted in me. I was lost, literally giving myself to the darkness as my indian friend stroked my face and whispered encouragement as cock after cock bred me until the sperm ran out of me..... 10

I’m hosting a bareback gangbang in Sacramento this Halloween. If you’re a CD/transsexual or bottom, send me a message. I have 7 BBC’s ready to wreck assholes all night. Pictures are helpful when replying. Thanks!

To paraphrase Stephen Sondheim..."Isn't it bliss? Isn't it queer? Finding the virus this late in my career. Where is my clown? Send me my clown. Don't bother, he's here!"

Who’s coming to San Francisco for Folsom this weekend?

Definitely rough is the way to go. Couple of slaps to remind me to open up my throat while he feeds me his cock is the best

I do Gloryhole have done them since I found one at age 14. I have had plenty of 15, 20, and 25 load nights. But now I leave that nonsense to young ones. I get the one or two I crave and then let a soon to be Slut have the booth. :-)

I really like the personality of Reggie. Like he is finally trying to come into his own. From being some type of "social outcast" to finding himself. I see him being pulled to Scotty. Scotty went there specifically to meet him for many reasons. Some he knew outright, some were unconscious. It's a great story!!!

Now that's exactly the types of scenes our brotherhood needs to accommodate more into our scenes. Sharing each other's sloppy manholes and hard cocks freely swapn load's drives me totally into another dimension. MORE. ..MORE LOAD'S. .IT'S great being a CUMDUMP JUNKIE.

I've enjoyed several 10-11" thick cocks (all BBC, and one white guy). And, gratefully just had the pleasure of sharing one of my favorites with my boyfriend this past weekend. I'd been friends and fuck pals with "Rob" for over 14 years and had long ago lost count of the number of loads he had filled me up with. My bf on the other hand had never been with a black man or anyone with more than about 7.5". So Saturday night, Rob invited me, my hubby and our boyfriend over for drinks and play in his fuck-room (complete with sling, rim chair, fuck chair, bed with latex sheets and large screen TV). A couple of hours in we were all naked and the play begin... at first a round-robin of making out, sucking, and so forth. A bit later, I made myself another drink and sat on the fuck chair letting the dildo fuck me while I watched Rob begin to work our boys ass as hubby made out with them both on the bed. Later hubby started fucking boy on the bed and Rob got me into the sling where he worked my ass for an eternity and then fed me his delicious 10-thick inches of pure joy that I lust after so much. An hour or so later perhaps, we took a break to catch our breath and have another drink. After that it was boys turn in the sling -- he took turns sucking hubby and I while Rob alternated between eating his ass and working his hole with a cone-shaped dildo from Ft. Troff. Needless to say our boy was in heaven. The pace, poppers and sexual tension continued to build and before long Rob stood up and placed his huge dick at the boys well-opened entrance -- with zero pain or resistance he slowly slid all the way to the hilt in one long stroke. Our boy was amazed at how easily he took the largest dick he'd ever seen and how full and awesome it felt to be wrapped around so much cock that is stayed in constant contact with is P spot. Shortly, he gave himself to full abandon and enjoyed the ride of his life, while hubby and I stepped back to watch and enjoy the show. Half an hour later, we all started swapping out -- tag teaming our sexy cockhound until we each took turns unloading deep inside our boys manhole...of course Rob came last (and probably most too) -- pushing all 3 of our loads deeper inside our boy than they'd ever been before. What started at 8:30 pm with drinks and conversation ended at 3:30 am with cum, kisses and a little felching... definitely he best FOURGY I've ever been a part of. So, GO FOR IT -- big dick rocks -- just prepare accordingly. :-)

Such an easy answer, YES, keep your throat open and get those teeth as far out of the way as you can. After you gag a few times because you are lucky his cock is so big, be sure to pull your legs open wider to remind him there's another hole free to use as roughly as he wants whenever he wants it. And keep praying for a big hot poz load, especially if he's started to ram his cock raw in your butt. Lucky you

I am so overwhelmed with the positive comments to my stories. Thank you guys!! I am going to keep creating. Big shout out to pozpopperpig - always like your feed back!

Have you ever had your ass pummeled so hard you spotted a little blood? Or ever made your bottoms bleed? I had sex with a guy a couple weeks ago who tore up my gut like that. I was bent over my leather bench while he was inside my body digging deep with his dick and I saw some his precum mixed with my anal juices and a little bit of my blood falling to the floor. I noticed he noticed it and I asked him if he minded. He asked if I was alright, and added that he thought it was a huge turn on knowing that my rectal juice and blood were entering his erect penis and ejaculating his sperm laden semen inside to absorb into my body and be forever part of me. and rubbed my insides in just the right way that he made me blow my spunk everywhere without ever touching my penis. .

I hit up this guy on grindr this past weekend that I was hoping I would get together with. Several years ago we'd play regularly, he'd cum over and breed me at night a couple times a week. Nice FAT cut cock, on a built, smooth middle eastern bod. He's not built like a body builder, but real solid. I loved getting fucked by him. He got skittish about BB fucking and disappeared for a long time. I came across him on Grindr and if I saw him on would say hi, not always getting a response. A few times he did respond and we chatted, him acting like he didn't know who he was chatting with, sent me his cock shot (which I can't find now DAMN). His profile states he is NOT looking for any hookups, I always find it funny when guys say that. This weekend he responded to me and we were chatting for a while. He asked me if I still lived in my old place, and we talked about playing. He brought up being on PrEP but also talked about wanting to use condoms etc. He wasn't up for it that night, but I thought it was a possibility soon given our conversation. Tonight I popped on grindr, had to leave that fucking app up since the alerts suck, and messaged him asking what he was doing. He responded later saying he was horny, and then the conversation was as though we'd never chatted. WTF?!? He agrees to come over to my place, we set a time, and that's that. I don't expect him to show, but he does! He's clearly nervous when he comes in my place. We start making out, I drop to my knees and pull his cock out and start working on it. At first he can't get hard, and I'm thinking, fuck! He pulls his shorts up, and I think he's going to leave because he's not into it, but instead he goes and sits on the couch and pulls his soft cock out again. I get on the couch and start sucking him and make sure my ass is accessible. He reaches over to rub my ass, wearing a jock and have a little lube in me, and that seems to do the trick. He starts firming up, and soon his cock is rock hard at attention. I get down between his knees and just worship his cock. After a few minutes he says he wants my ass. Now I'm at a crossroads, do I pull him into the bedroom where the condoms are out, or just sit on him raw now? I am pretty sure his cock is going in my raw, even though he asked about using condoms when we chattted, multiple times, I knew he loved fucking me raw. I take the chance and pull him to my bed. I take a little elbow grease and push it in my ass, thinking he'll lube up with his cock after me. I get on bed, ass up, and at the edge, without a word he SHOVES his huge fat dick in my ass, without condom or lube and it fucking HURTS like hell! He stops, I'm thinking how do I handle this cock this, way, and then he starts to fuck. I am really in heaven, he knows what he's doing. Nice in slow, sometimes he starts pounding, then stops, repeats, edging himself. When he stops I squeeze his cock with my ass, and he definitely enjoys that. It doesn't take him long to say that he doesn't want to cum just yet. He's stopped pushing in me and I couldn't stop myself, I squeezed, he starts moaning and after a few seconds all of a sudden pulls out. I ask if he came in me, he said 'a little' He uses the bathroom, gets dressed and leaves. I hope that we do a repeat sometime soon. PS 'a little' was a lot

Part 19 As we pulled into the new empty field, which would be our home for about three weeks, I wondered what my duties would be setting up the carnival and freak show. I had questioned Stinger about that during out ride, but he would never give me a straight answer. Stinger pulled our trailer behind the fun house. “That’s your new place of work,” he said. “I am going to be an attendant on the fun house” I asked. “Nope, let them set it up and I will show you” he said, “We are going to put your special talent to good use” Shit, I didn’t have any talent, could not sing, dance, hell I couldn’t even whistle and carry a tune in a bucket. “What do I do, while everyone is setting up” “I need you to search for a trailer that belongs to Ink” “Okay” I jumped out of the passenger side of the trailer and went on my search. I passed so many men working already. Many were shirtless and the sight of their muscular bodies was turning me on. My cock was getting hard in my jeans as I walked through the field. It took a while, but I found Ink’s trailer. I knocked on the door and waited. The door opened, revealing a man covered in tattoos from head to toes, including his face. He was wearing a white thong, showing off his big bulge and tatted ass. “Ah, was wondering when you were going to show up” “Stinger just said I should search you out” I said, “but didn’t tell me which trailer was yours” “Sounds like him” he said moving out of the way, inviting me in. “So what will it be” he asked me as I was closing the door. “I’m sorry” I said. “What tattoo do you want and where?” I thought for a moment. “I wold like a scorpion, just like Stinger on my hip and maybe a biohazard symbol on the base of my back, above my crack” “Strip naked so we can start” Ink said, “ass up” I quickly stripped out of my clothes and got in his chair, ass up. He lightly stroked my lower back and ass. “Pretty pussy” he said. “You should slide in it some time” “I just might” After all the prep work was done on me and he set up his tools of the trade, he began. At first I would jump a little when he ran the needle over my skin. He was sitting on my lower ass and I could feel his pouch sliding up and down my skin as he worked. His cock was growing inside of it and would poke me every now and then. “You okay” he asked. “Yes, Ink” He continued his work on my biohazard tattoo. I didn’t move as much when the needle touched my skin, but I could feel something else poking me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that his pouch had been pulled aside and his hard cock was laying on my ass crack, It would move when he did, sometimes poking me. “Would it be better if my cock was up your ass” “I see no harm in it” His mouth opened slightly and spit slowly dropped out, falling down on to his cock. He rubbed it in, then dropped out more. Lifting up slightly, he stabbed at my hole, I pushed back and the head popped in. He didn’t wait, he drove his cock in all the way. “Squeeze me as I work” he said. I squeezed my ass muscles around his cock, as the needle moved along my lower back. I would change my rhythm of the squeeze as well as the speed. “Your hole feels good around my cock” he said. “Want you to shoot inside me” “Are you sure you want my load” he said. “Is a pig’s ass pork” I asked. “Yes’ he said slapping my ass. I continued to squeeze his cock with my ass more and more. He would slowly move it in and out as he worked. Not much just so I could feel it. He didn’t need me moving or jerking - the biohazard sign had to be perfect. “Almost done” he said. I squeezed more, trying to resist the urge to fuck myself on his cock. “Finished” he said, putting his tools on this bench next to us. He rubbed something on my new tattoo and then positioned himself over me and began to pump his cock in and out. He would slam into my hole balls deep. I could feel his breathe on me and smell it. It smelt like a mixture of cheap liquor and piss. I could feel his balls dropping on my ass as he pumped my hole. “Turn over and we can do your scorpion” he said pulling out his cock without cumming. As he was busy getting his tools and supplies ready, I flipped over. I could see his cock better. It was hard still, but was was more intriguing was that there was four names tattooed on it near the base. “What’s with the names on your cock” I asked. “It’s the names of the men that I converted into the family” he said. “Family?” “Yes, the poz family” He prepped my hip for the new tattoo and than began. “Mark was the first, only eighteen when I got him, a virgin in all respects to sex. I changed that quickly” This area was more tender and stung worse than a cat scratch. I clenched my jaw hard as he worked. “David was next, a muscled freak, said he was straight but took dick like a pro. Wanted to try bareback, and paid the ultimate price.” He continued on my scorpion, dipping in the ink and then working it into my skin. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on not moving. “Next was Adam, oh Adam, he was an interesting man, son of a preacher rebelling against daddy. Had to hold him down to get him to take it. crying to God the whole time” The needle was getting to the point I couldn’t bare it any more. I just wanted this to be over. I wanted out of his chair. I think he was deliberately making this hurt more. “The last was Zach, or the cheater. He was partner to some guy and was out looking for some cock. I decided to give him more than he asked for. A gift to take home to the boyfriend” My mind began to wonder, Zach, was it my Zach was it the asshole who had packed his bags and left, no reason why. Did I just find out the reason. “Zach” I said, “what did he look like” “oh he was a pretty boy, red head, smooth milky body, birth mark almost in the shape of a…” “heart on his ass cheek” I said. “Yeah, how did you know” “I was his boyfriend” “Well fuck me sideways” he said, “We have come full circle” He continued to work on my tattoo. “Oh you should have heard him beg for my cock. He was like a whore, bucking his ass, driving me deeper.” Shit, I was getting angry at Ink for destroying my relationship, for hurting Zach. “Head to cover his mouth from all his moaning and grunting, was he always a loud bitch in bed.” “No, quite the opposite” “He squealed like a pig when I shot my poz load in him” He did one more pass at my tattoo and put all the tools away. His cock was still hard and dripping pre-cum. “You still want my load buddy” he asked. I got up and got on all fours. Pushing my ass back towards him. He rammed his cock deep into my hole. He didn’t waste a moment and began to fuck my hole hard and deep. “Zachy wanted it on his back, said he wanted to see my face as I fucked him” I pushed back harder onto him, driving him deeper into my hole. “Begged me to put on a rubber, but I ignored it. Would tell him raw or nothing” His cock was jack hammering my hole, faster and harder. “Guess nothing was not an option for him, he needed dick, a real man’s dick” He slammed deep into my hole, dick twitching and pulsing as he shot deep inside me. “Giving you a taste of my strain, the same strain as your Zachy” He pulled off and handed me a tube of cream, and explained how to take care of my new tattoos. As I dressed I glared at him angrily. I snatched the tube and left. I found Stinger taking a break, shirtless and sweaty. “Hey Pet, nice tattoo” he said, “It’s like mine” “You set me up, didn't you” I screamed at him, “you knew he pozzed my boyfriend and you sent me there to find out didn’t you” “Babe, relax. it all turned out for the best. Plus you have me now” I was so mad that I turned and left, headed to our trailer. I need to know everything. It was just about five minutes more and Stinger came in.

OMG, Please Sir, Rape my Faggot Face, Pummel my Throat as if it were your Personal Fuck Hole. Did I mention my Ears can be used as Handle Grips!

Love where this is going... Sure, they say Two's company, three's a crowd , but to be honest I really like when things get kinda crowd y at the baths...

Good boy keep sucking that hard cock get it nice and wet so I can sink it into your tight little pussy and make you whimper as I bottom out. You will learn to be a good slave by the time I am done with you.

Because it's the sexual fantasy I've enjoyed constructing, it's a fictitious world where a young man is catapulted into a sexually dark diseased corner and the events that lead him down a dark twisted path. I get off on it and hopefully so do others on this site. If it's not your thing you aren't required to read it and if you want a chem fuelled love story then by all means I'd encourage you to write one, because you're right there aren't many if any and I'm sure there would be plenty of guys here who would want to share in those stories too

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 had to hang up the phone at that moment. I knew if I kept listening I would go to gabe’s room instead of Luke’s and I was already hard as a rock. I needed some more cum sloppy hole. When I got home I saw several cars in the front, recognized Jesse’s truck, but not the others. I pulled into the garage and started heading into the house. There was still the smell of cum in the house. I assumed from Jake but was hoping it was all my boy’s sweaty, musky, cum soaked sheets, holes and lives. I headed toward Luke’s room. As I walked in I saw him in all of his glory. Short blonde boy with the perky little ass. Blonde body hair, Short blonde hair on top. I was staring at his perky ass as he kneeled on the bed. he was jacking off into a wine glass as he faced away from me. There was already a good amount of a creamy white milky substance filling the glass about a fourth of the way. As I entered he started to shoot his load into the glass. He always shoots large milky loads that taste great. As it hits the the glass I notice he is trying desperately to hold all the cum in his hole in but his orgasm is causing his hole to pulse and want to squirt cum out. I dive for it and start licking his hole. His body is shaking from his orgasm. I’m lapping at all the cum I can find around his hole. After 5 or 6 good squirts out of his dick and ass the shaking calms a bit and he pulls the ass away from my lips and hands me the wine glass. “I wanted to have this sitting on my back while I was laid out when you walked in so you could pour it on top of my ass. I’m sorry David.” I smiled as I took the glass and instead of pouring it on his ass I poured the cum cream straight into my mouth. Savored the funk, the tang, and the joy this boy has brought me. I pushed it into every corner of my mouth so the flavor would stay and then I kissed him. I forced my whole body against him. I fell on top of him and felt his massive pecs, and nipples I love to chew on till they bleed with my hands and started tugging on them hard. I then felt him reaching away from me toward his nightstand. He had was looked like a small insulated lunch box over there. “I have something else for you sir.” “Oh?” I said, as I let him free a bit to go to the box. He rolled over under me and grabed at the box. He opened it and handed me a shot glass full of frozen cum. “You made a devil’s dick?” “I had to do anything I could think of. The cold helps keep me tight when you fuck too.” “How many loads have you had?” “I lost count Sir, I started out at the bar and got a few of my regulars to give me a few in the bathroom, and had them pass my name around to anyone that would think they wanted to fuck me. That got me up to like 10. Oh fuck” He said as pushed me fingers into his well fucked hole. “I also sent a message to one of my friends at a frat on campus. He knows…mmmmmhhhhh….how I love cum. So I told him to gather as much as he could. He said they were having a party that….fuck….night.” I was digging in his hold hard, enjoying how warm and sloppy it was. I knew when I added the devils dick he would tighten and I would want to fuck hard and fast so I wanted to hear his whole story first. “So he challenged all the older brothers to see who could fuck the most, girls or guys he didn’t care but they had to bring a tied off condom to prove it. Then he sent all the pledges….Oh shit that is stretching it a lot david……um…..he sent all the pledges to the basement with a economy pack of condoms and said they weren’t allowed at the party till they filled all of them up with loads. He said it was so the older guys could get laid, not the pledges. Oh fuck David please take my hole. You own it.” “I will when I’m ready Luke. You are telling me a story. I know 4 fingers feels big in your hole boy, but I’m just playing in it. “ “Well I kept getting fucked. I had all kinds of regulars. Only down side is a lot of them wanted to piss in me too.” “Did you let them?” “One at the bar did before I could stop him.” “Awww, poor baby” I said as I punched on his prostate. He was squirming and moaning. “I had to drink a lot of piss to keep them from piss fucking me.” “That makes me happy” “Thank you sir. I found a few large dicks to fuck me this late last night and had be waiting on the frat boy…..oh god…. condoms. My friend made me go pick them up about 5 this morning. He fucked me really hard…..harder….. and gave my hole as a reward to winner of the fuck contest. He then poured probably 30 of the condoms in my…..fuck…… hole and set me home with the rest. I then had to drink all of his piss….shit when you spread your fingers out in me it makes me wanna scream…. He had drank a lot of beer. I was belching piss breath and leaking cum out my hole as I was trying to leave, but he rang out the walk of shame bell and told the pledges to catch me out side. They did. None of them wanted to fuck me but they all pissed on me and and I swallowed as much as I could.” “You are such a hot little slut Luke” “I do it all for you david.” I couldn’t take it any longer and slide the devils dick into his hole through the palm of my hand with my fingers still in his hole. He actually screamed then. His whole body tensed around my hand. I pushed the devils dick right against his prostate. He was hard again at that. “So I was tasting frat cum this morning?” “Yes sir” He said through gritted teeth. “Nice, You should have mention” I said as stretched my fingers in his hole yet again. He whined. “I wanted to play fair sir” He said as he squirmed. “And you did.” I couldn’t take it any longer. I took my hand out of his ass and started licking my fingers as I stared at his gapped cum shine covered hole. Stuck in all that fine blonde ass hair. I slapped his ass for all I was worth with the hand that wasn’t in my mouth. He winced and tried to close his hole, which he did but as he relaxed so did his hole. That was it. I lined up my cock and shoved it in. I hit the devils dick on my way in and it felt exhilarating but also calmed my orgasm a bit. Luke just grunted. I was going to enjoy this. “So no leather, vinyl, or kicking stuff like jake tried?” “I know those only work if you are in the mood for them. I hoped a perfect blonde cum leaking hole and what I hoped would be an endless supply of cum would put me over edge.” “Your hole is delicious, and a walking orgasm to look at. Now we just have to see how it fucks in this condition.” “Well I ….hope….sir.” I started sawing on his ass, enjoying the slime coving my dick and watching it froth in this beautiful hole. Feeling my dick warming and melting the devils dick. I started smacking his ass to feel his hole tighten on my dick for quick flashes. Then I leaned forward over my boy and reached for his nipples. I grabbed onto the biggest and best nipple I had ever seen on a blonde boy and tugged as if my life depended on it. He screamed and his hole finally tightened enough for me to truly fuck and not just play around in. Every time I would pull he would scream but it would turn into a moan. I was in heaven and knew I could go for a while if I slowed down or just plant my seed I wanted to so bad since the moment I tasted his hole at breakfast. I started picking up speed when luke lunged back impaling himself on my dick and wouldn’t let me get up to speed to unload in him. “I’m not ready to be judged yet.” He reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a small sports bottle full of what looked like creamy lube. He pushed me on my back and started to ride my cock. I could feel the cum sliding out of his ass and down my balls and taint. It was so hot. He then turned the sports bottle over and started squirting it into my mouth. It was more cum. He was trying to drowned me in it it seemed. I was swallowing as fast as I could and he was riding for all he was worth. Here I was staring at a hot blondes chest as I try to rip off his nipples as he is riding my cock and feeding me cum. It took no time. I heard the bottle give a squelch telling me it was almost empty and that was it. I started to flood his guts. I came so hard in his hole that breathing and swallowing wasn’t possible. My choking and sputtering and feeling me cum in his hole seemed to throw him over the cliff again. I felt him spasming on my cock as his cock tried to shoot what little juice it had left in it on my chest. My face was a cummy mess from trying to breath and swallow and my balls, ass, and legs were sitting in a puddle of Lukes ass mess and I couldn’t be happier. Fuck was all I could think.

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

OMG!!!! I do this. Well, I freeze alot of my cum. I have these great small plastic containers with really good lids. It freezes great in these. Sometimes I wear a condom and beat off into it and then freeze the condom. Like you said Toon, it makes great lube and the smell is heavenly. It also tastes good. Sometimes I'll thaw the condom and put it back on to beat off into it again. It's so hot. I hope Ben and Mr. Freeze have become close and that Ben is considering getting a very special, sacred tattoo. Maybe Mr. Freeze will get one as well?

3. Rod. Things with Jay were progressing exactly as I wanted them to. I'm sure every boy thought that he was a special snowflake, but in reality, it was just like pressing a few buttons. It would be a few years before Jay realized how easily he had been played, but by then, it would be far too late for him to do anything. Plus, more than likely, he would wouldn't even care. If anything, he would come back and thank me for pulling him out of his shell. Of course, there was no way I was going to give this opportunity up. In the pocket of my pants, now lying on the floor of the patio, there was a vial of GHB, along with a few small tablets. I was paying Aiden well over two grand for the pleasure of breaking him in and giving him his first load. In the unlikely event that the easy way didn't work, there were always other ways to get what I want. "Like this?" he said. He practically wagged his ass at me. Aiden had texted me that he had done a bit of coke in the ride to my place, not to mention the G I had already fed him. His mind was tuned for pleasure. Of course, my pleasures were significantly darker than he was expecting. I was planning on giving him a gift that would last him a lifetime. "Exactly," I said. I knelt down behind him. He had taken a shower before going out; his ass smelled like soap and boy-sweat, exactly how I liked it. I leaned in. "Just relax and enjoy it," I said, before pressing my lips against his tender young hole. There was a bit of fuzz on his crack, enough to remind me, if I needed any reminding, that he was a young man at the peak of his game. I ran my tongue around his tight pucker, savoring the taste of sweat. "Oh god," he moaned. He had admitted that he didn't even know what rimming was, much less ever had it done to him. "Oh god," he repeated. I grabbed his hips, holding him in place, as I repeated my simple action. I felt him shaking. He had no idea of the pleasure his ass was able to give him, and this first contact was both exciting and scary. He had years of conditioning about what was right, not to mention years of repressing his instincts. I was going to destroy all of those tonight. By the end of the night, he was finally going to be far more than just an occasional cocksucker. "Oh fuck," he grunted again, as my tongue worked over his hole. I took enough time away from the critical task of licking his asshole to ask him a quick question. "Good?" I asked. "Oh yeah. Please. Don't stop." He further emphasized his needs by pressing his ass against my face. He almost suffocated me between the muscular perfection of his cheeks. I didn't mind at all. If I had to die, I wanted it to be like that. But, I pushed back on him just enough for to be able to breathe. "Oh fuck,' he moaned again, as my tongue pushed into his hole. "You're licking my..." he started, before he got lost again in the pleasure of getting his ass eaten. "Relax," I said. I dove back into his hole, finding a new point of pleasure, and launching him into a higher orbit of pleasure. "Just enjoy it." My own dick was now sticking straight out, hard and ready. Any inhibitions the young man might have had were unable to withstand the attack of my talented tongue. My dick knew this, and was eager to begin its attack as well. I knew that Aiden had not told Jay about my HIV status. If Jay asked me, I would give a careful non-answer, one that he was far too young and naive to know was a non-answer. It was a bit deceitful of me, but the virus had changed me in particular ways. The infection had re-wired my mind. It was a subtle re-wiring, nothing overt or obvious. But I understood how the Africans had developed the superstition that sex with a virgin would cure AIDS. At least I knew enough to know that it was hardly a cure. Far from it, it was just the virus's way of ensuring its own survival. "Please," Jay begged me. "Don't stop that." Of course, in the day, maybe two days from now, Jay would think back, and wonder what he had done. He would be scared. But now, he was asking me as clearly as possible to continue, so I did. I pushed my tongue into his hole, opening him up and lubricating him. He took one hand off the railing, and began to play with his cock. For now, I let him, but if he was going to cum, it was going to be on my schedule, not on his. I returned to running my tongue around the edges of his hole. "Oh god," Jay moaned. "I want it in me." My dick jerked. It knew an invitation to fuck when it heard one, and I was not going to turn it down. Besides the rather handsome sum of money I was paying to Aiden for the pleasure of deflowering Jay, I had not cum in a few days: a combination of travel, schedule, and hoping to find the right hole. Jay's hole was definitely the right one. It was tight like the virgin he was, with the perfect amount of fur around it, all nestled between two perfect halves of an ass. "You want more?" I asked. My balls were heavy; they had been filling up over each of those days with mixture of sperm, virus, and semen. "Oh, fuck yeah," Jay said. It was as clear as an invitation as I could get. He had asked for more. He was going to get more. I licked a finger, and pressed it into him. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," Jay moaned. He was loud when his ass was played with. I wondered if this was just the newness of it all, or if it would continue once he was an experienced bottom. I didn't care; I liked that he was a boy who knew what he wanted, nor, with the help of a bit of alcohol, a bit of coke, and a bit of G, was he afraid to admit what he wanted. Of course, he didn't know everything he was getting when he asked for my dick. My virus was a special gift he wouldn't know about it until it was far too late. Of course, if he asked, I would not lie. But Jay was not the first boy Aiden had found for me to infect with my poz seed. Some had the foresight to ask about my status; they were able to go into the experience with their eyes open, ready to enjoy the special bonding. Others were too blinded by their simple need for seed to even know what to ask. But the best were the ones that didn't care at first and then, when it was nearly too late, they would ask. I wondered which type Jay would be. But, before I got too lost in thought, I turned my attention back to Jay, and his perfect, virginal asshole. Like a tribesman of old, giving thanks to the gods in anticipation of a successful hunt, I was worshipping Jay's ass. I was sticking my tongue deep into him, showing my profound appreciation for his offering to me. It was a good thing as well. Despite remembering the drugs, the poppers, the cockrings and all the other paraphernalia of a sex party, I had forgotten lube. It wasn't a big deal. Spit, pre-cum, and semen were always the best lubes, and I had all three in spades. Already, there was a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip of my dick, the harbinger of a steady stream that would leak out of my shaft and into Jay's waiting body. That was just my pre-cum; the actual load of semen could occasionally be massive. My pre-cum dripping from my dick made me feel like a real man. A powerful man, able to destroy a life with my dick. Ever since the first boy I pozzed up nearly four years ago, this had been something my therapist and I talked about nearly every session. I said it was the virus re-wiring my brain. He said it was my anger at being poz. Either way, there was a list of twenty boys permanently tattooed on my calf. They were my poz sons, the boys and men that I had helped infect. One was already dead, although he had died of a drug overdose, not from my virus. It would not be long before I would have a twenty-first name added to the honor roll. I pushed my tongue deeper into Jay's beautiful hole. I had to be careful: I wanted him open enough that he wouldn't be scared away from future fuckings. But then, I didn't want him so loose that my seed couldn't find the tiny nicks and tears. These holes in his defenses were best installed by his ass being stretched out by a man's raw cock. "Oh, god," Jay moaned. He let go of the railing with one hand, and let it drift down to his groin. He took his dick in his hand. Even just from my rimming, or maybe because of my rimming, Jay's dick was already hard. "Not yet," I said, gently grabbing his wrist and pulling it away from his shaft. I wanted him aroused, but I needed him to cum on my schedule, not on his. Besides, in addition to deflowering and knocking the boy up, I had one more goal. This was a long-term goal and one that wouldn't pay out until long after the initial pleasures had dissipated. I wanted to teach Jay to make his hole the center of his sexual pleasure and satisfaction, rather than his penis. His future customers would thank me for it. The vision of Jay's soft, boy cock dripping out semen as his hole got pounded by some sleazy, poz daddy's raw cock got my dick twitching. The bead of pre-cum had turned into a small rivulet of dick juice, and far too soon, I'd need to stick my manhood into Jay. I ran a finger along the edge of Jay's hole. It opened up for me and gently caressed the tips of my fingers. Where Jay's head was tonight didn't matter; his hole was going to make the next few decisions for him. "Oh god," Jay moaned again. "Stick it in me." It wasn't clear if he meant my finger or my cock. I didn't care. I would push a finger or two into him, to stretch him out some more, but then, I would put my dick inside of him. I was paying more than enough for the privilege, even if he was not entirely aware of the implicit arrangements that had been made with Aiden. "Don't worry," I said. "Patience boy. You'll get what you want soon enough." I pushed the tip of my index finger into his hole. "Oh fuck," Jay grunted. His dick was bouncing with his every breath. It was still erect and firm, which made its gyrations even more pronounced. If I was doing this right, Jay was quickly reaching the point of no return. He would be simply incapable of refusing my cock, and it would be nearly as difficult for him to demand I wear a rubber. "I've never had that done to me." "I can tell," I said. "It's cool. This is just us having fun." I pressed my finger a bit deeper inside of him, just barely touching his prostate. I slowly pushed it in and out of him, stimulating him and further introducing him to the possibilities of anal pleasure. "We can go as fast as you like. And as far as you want." "Oh god. Don't stop yet," Jay moaned. I didn't know Jay very well. I had known him less than two hours and it was hard for me to judge: was his response his own, or was he being pushed past his comfort zone by the GHB Aiden and I had dosed him with. But it really didn't matter how I got Jay to this place. It could have been through careful words and expert tongue work or it could have been through administering contraband drugs. All that mattered was Jay moaning like a bitch in heat, begging for my cock. "I'm not." I pressed my finger in further, feeling how hot his body was, and how easy it was to push my way into his hole. "This is fucking hot, feeling you like this." I pulled my finger out of his hole, rubbed it against the tip of my dick, and coated it with my pre-cum. "Wow," Jay said. I realized that with his torso bent over, leaning against the railing, he could just look down and watch my dick's every twitch. He had been staring as I had coated my finger with my pre-cum, and literally caught me red-handed trying to get my DNA into his hole. "That's fucking hot." He paused, just long enough for the uncertainty build. "Your cock. Dripping like that." "Yeah?" I asked. My hand dropped back down to my dick, and I started to stroke the full length. "You like the way it looks?" "Yeah," he said. There was no hesitation now. He was confident about what he was feeling and what he wanted. "I do." "You've told me you've sucked cock before. You want to try it again?" We were moving from the abstract to the concrete, and from having something done to him to doing something to me. There were milestones on Jay's journey and this was going to be the next big one. Jay hesitated for a moment. "Just try it. See how you like it." "Yeah," Jay finally said. "Yeah. I'd like that. Just.." He paused for a second, searching for the words. "Just. let's keep this between ourselves." "No one else here," I replied. "Good. I just don't want to bring Aiden into this." "Don't worry about Aiden. He won't mind at all. Trust me." The only way Aiden was going to mind about Jay sucking my cock was if the boy did a bad job of it. My thick, hard manhood needed a talented and dedicated cocksucker, not a bumbling novice whose heart wasn't in it. Jay may have been a novice, but I suspected he would be quick to learn exactly how I wanted to be serviced. "You sure?" I hoped that the GHB wasn't wearing off. I would hate for our fun to end prematurely. "I just," he began. The drugs were still in his system and the brief moment of lucidity quickly passed. "I just...I just really want it." "Of course," I said. I stood up, my legs brushing against his, my dick rubbing right up against his crack. "We're just playing around," I said. "Nothing serious." "Good." Jay turned around to face me. I had forgotten how much taller than me he was, and I had to look up to meet his eyes. "Fuck, it's a nice dick," he said, running a hand along the full length of my cock. "Take your time," I said. "We're in no hurry." Everything I said and did was geared towards making each choice Jay made easy and obvious. It would be that much sweeter when my raw shaft sunk into his hungry, wet hole. I reached up, put a hand on his shoulder, and gently pressed him down. I had a responsibility to train him well, and that training began with him learning that if he wanted to suck my dick, he would be on his knees. "Kneel down," I said. "Get a closer look at it." I didn't need to tell him what to do. As soon as I put just the slightest bit of pressure, Jay dropped to his knees. He looked up at me; I hadn't remembered that he still had his glasses on. They gave him a charming innocence. It was going to be delightful to watch my dick disappear into his sweet mouth. He reached out to grab my cock, then stopped himself. "May I?" he asked, with the earnestness of an amateur actor in a sexual assault awareness film. "Of course," I said. "It's here for us to play with. To have fun with." "Good," he said, as fondled my dick. His hands were warm and soft, like a boy's hands should be. "I want to play. There's a lot I need to learn." "There is," I said. "But mostly, just do what comes naturally." Jay's explorations of my dick had continued as we talked, and he had reached my cockhead. It was now slick with the accumulated pre-cum, and his fingertips glided over the sensitive skin. "Oh yeah," I grunted, as he found a rhythm and started to jerk me off. "You like that?" he asked. He didn't stop. "Oh yeah," I said. I reached down and ran a hand through his hair. The sides of his head were shaven, and he had longish hair at the top and back. It was blond and thick, full with a bit of gel in it. It was exactly what I had imagined his hair would feel like. "You want to taste it?" I asked. He looked up at me. His blue eyes were even more dilated than the dark patio required. It was the drugs still in his system. "You sure?" he asked. He left his mouth slightly open, and ran his tongue over his lips. It wasn't clear if he knew just how much he was teasing me or not. "Yeah," I said. "I think you'd enjoy feeling a dick in your mouth again. And I'd love to feel your mouth on my tool." He leaned in further, his breath warm against the skin stretched over my dick. "Come on," I said. I had grabbed the back of his head and was applying just enough pressure for him to know what was expected of him. "Take care of me." "Oh fuck," Jay grunted. He opened his mouth further, enough for the tip of my cockhead to slide in. His tongue ran over the slit at the top and lapped up a fresh drop of pre-cum. "Mmmmmmm," he moaned, as he wrapped his lips around the stiff shaft. I was now officially inside of Jay; I was only the second man to get my dick this far with him. "Oh fuuuck," I murmured. A blow job always felt good. To be one of the first guys a man had ever blown felt even better. Knowing that I was also infecting him with my virus felt best of all. I wanted to hold his head in place and fuck Jay's throat. But I remembered that I had to play the long game; all that needed to happen tonight was to inseminate the young man. "You like that?" Jay managed to say, even with a few inches of my dick in his mouth. "Oh yeah," I said. "Don't talk. Just focus on what's important." "Your dick is important." "It is," I said. I put a little more pressure on the back of his head. "Focus," I said. "If you make it feel good, it will make you feel good." Jay took the hint, and returned his attention to sucking my dick. He wasn't bad at it; for only the slightest bit of practice, he had a natural talent. He knew enough to avoid his teeth, and seemed to find a pace that was both natural and arousing. "That's what I want to feel," I continued. He looked up at me. I thought he was going to say something, but he only forced himself to take more of my dick. As I said, he had a natural talent for sucking dick. I hoped his ass was going to be just as welcoming. "Fuck," I grunted. "That feels good." "Oood," he said. It was hard for him to talk, with my dick pressing against the back of his throat. Yet he was still smiling, seemingly oblivious to the discomfort of my dick practically in his throat. "Oood," he moaned again as one more inch of my cock disappeared into his mouth. "All the way?" I asked. I rubbed my hand along the back of his head, gently pushing a bit more of my cock into his mouth. My dickhead was pressing against the back of his mouth, waiting for the thrust that would push my shaft into his throat. Jay's eyes widened, and I thought he was smiling a bit more. "Esss Er!" he said. It took me a moment to realize he had just called me Sir. But there was nothing else that gagged garble of sounds could have been. "Fuck yes, boy. Take all of my dick." Both hands were now pulling on his skull, slowly but deliberately pushing my dick into his throat. "Uuck, Er!" There was panic on Jay's face as my dick entered his throat, cutting off his airway. "Relax," I said. "Swallow, and hold your breath for a second." His throat was contracting around my cock, and he was seconds away from gagging. I felt him swallow, the gentle massage of the length of my cock. Then a stillness, as he stopped trying to breathe air, and instead inhaled my cock. "That's it. Show me how much you like my dick." Jay made no attempt to reply. Instead he looked up at me, still wearing his nerd-core glasses, and jammed the last inch of my dick down his throat. I stared at his lips wrapped around the base of my dick and his nose deep in my pubes. It was a really good start to the night; Jay was on his knees, willingly choking on my cock. It would be a natural progression to my cock inside his hole. When my raw cock entered his hole, Jay was going to lose two things that were very valuable and precious. First, I was going to take his virginity from him. He would never be able to get that back. Second, and far more valuable, I would take his health and innocence. My balls were churning, full of my infected semen. I would inject it deep in him, where his defenses were the weakest. It would take a few weeks, but the virus would infiltrate his body, defeat his immune system, and make him forever diseased. "Oh fuck that feels good," I said. His eyes were closed now, concentrating on not gagging. He was no longer smiling and instead, all of his attention was focused on pleasuring my cock. The expression on his face was somewhere between agony and discomfort as he struggled to keep all of my shaft in his throat. "Don't stop. Let me fuck your throat." Jay's eyes widened. The reality of sex between men was sinking in. It wasn't the soft coupling of a man and a woman. It was a rough, aggressive display of power and dominance, and in this round, I came out on top. It was going to be hard for Jay to change these roles. Even with just one session, the pattern was set and he was here for my pleasure. "Fucking don't want to cum yet," I grunted, pulling Jay's head off my dick a bit. "Want to enjoy your throat a long time." Jay was gasping, both for breath and for more of my cock. It was a pathetic display of hunger and need from the young man, and it only made my dick drip more. "I want your load," Jay said. "I know you do," I said. I was paying Aiden a lot of money to give Jay my load. There was no way I was going to give up the opportunity to breed him. "And I want you to have my load. A lot." I grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him back down on my cock. "But all in good time." Jay smiled again, not knowing just what I had in mind. This time, I was relentless. I needed my dick buried in his throat, and I was going to do it on my schedule. I pushed him down on my dick, not even pausing as my dickhead forced itself into his throat. "Oh, hell yeah," I grunted, as his lips hit the base of my dick. "Oh fuck, you are a natural cocksucker." Jay's eyes bulged, and his smile was quickly replaced by a panicked expression. "Ugggh," he started to say, but I pushed another millimeter of dick into him. It seemed like nothing, but it was enough to shut him up. It was also just enough to gag him. "Work through it," I said, quietly but firmly. I didn't let go of his head. Jay was going to have to learn how to deep throat and nothing was going to be accomplished by coddling him. "Learn how to breathe cock."

Love GH. Put my cock through and a nice warm mouth takes it. It's a bonus when he turns around and my cock slides inside and shoots deep!

Dad’s Basement - Part Seven I was almost asleep when I felt someone climb into bed with me. Opening my eyes, I discovered it was Dad. He turned me on my side and moved in behind me. His head was next to mine, his mouth near my ear. He started to lick it, then bit my lobe gently. This sent chills through my body. His hand was around my cock, gently stroking it. It was slowly responding, inching back to life. “Daddy’s hard, Son.” I reached back and felt his rock hard cock. I wrapped my fingers around it and slowly stroked it from base to head. “Need your hole, Son.” He inched closer to me, lifting my one leg up, exposing my puffy hole. He licked his finger, then rubbed my hole, wetting it. “Let me just put the head in, Son.” I aimed his big cock at my hole, rubbing it against it, feeling the pre-cum slicking up the skin. “Slide it in, Son.” Dad's voice was all but pleading for me to take his big hard cock again in my hole. Placing his cock head into position, I pushed back so his head was pressuring my puckered ring. Again Dad noted "It's so hard, Son.” Taking the cue, I pushed back more, feeling more of the tip enter me. The soreness increased from the pressure of his cock head. His chest pressed more against my back. “Pop Daddy’s head in, Son.” I pushed back more allowing my hole to stretch more over his cock head. Slowly my hole sucked in the swollen head of his cock, popping over the ridge. “Hot, damn, Son!” Dad moaned as I pulled forward again, pulling my hole against the raised ridge of his cock, teasing him. His rebuke was immediately forthcoming: “Stop teasing Daddy, Son.” I pushed back taking about an inch of shaft into my hole. Daddy moaned "I can't take this, Son.” So naturally I pushed back more, which enabled about two inches more of his shaft to slip into my hole, then pulling forward until just his head was inside. With every move, the soreness increased. “Take all of Daddy!” I slowly rocked back and forth, just moving just millimeters on his cock, rubbing my puffy hole near the ridge of his cock head. His breathing turned shallow, increasing in rhythm. Dad’s hand let go of my cock, moved to a flat position in my crotch hair. He pushed me back, trying to push my hole down his cock shaft as he begged "Please!" Taking a deep breath, I pushed all the way back onto his rock hard cock. His crotch hair pressed against my hole, he raised my leg higher, exposing my hole to the room. He slowly pulled out until he reached his cock head, then drove it deep inside me. He moved his arm from my crotch under me, positioning it on my chest. His cock slowly pounded my hole. I moved his hand to my mouth, where I sucked in one of his fingers, taking it down to the knuckle. Closing my eyes, I continued to suck as he fucked my sore hole. I moaned more and more as my Dad’s cock slid in and out of my hole. It was becoming very slick with the cum that was in me. I could hear sucking noising coming from my ass. Dad’s cock would pop out and then plunge back in. I could hear the air escaping from my hole with each plunge in. Dad’s chest was vibrating from the growling he was doing. He was lost in pleasure. His balls teased up more and more with his fucking, until he slide in completely, shooting his poz load deep inside me for the third time that night. I released his finger, grabbed his hand in mine as he lowered my leg. His cock still deep in my hole. Sleep came fast for both of us!

PART 4: I gritted my teeth as Hawk’s dick punctured my rectum and a moan escaped my lips. Fucking drugs! I had to focus. He clearly liked knowing he was inflicting pain. Fine. I would let him think I was suffering as much as he wanted while I figured out a way to kill the prick. Until then, it was time to take one of the pieces off the board. I just so happened to know a dumb junkie and having him removed from the equation would ease some of the pressure on me. The challenge now was how to get Chris arrested by the local police and locked up for more than a few days without the DEA becoming involved or without it being traced back to me. Hawk grunted as he deposited his cum in my ass and when he did, the seeds of a plan took root. Once Hawk and his two Aryan goons had gotten what they needed and given me what they wanted - three raw dicks, three loads of questionable-status cum, a hole full of meth shards, and of course what I had stolen for them from the DEA evidence locker - I was ordered to get back to the DEA office to dig around for more intel for Hawk. He was vague about what intel and I asked, “You said you have other people there. Why can’t they get it?” That got me a good slap and a snarl from Hawk who said, “Like I said agent. You’re a very smart man and so far, you have done O.K. Remember what I said will happen if you don’t cooperate and that goes for asking too damn many fucking questions and not doing what I ask, when I ask. Understand?” I showered, packed something to eat, and took a minute to crush up the baggies of meth Hawk had left. Too late to come off the shit now. I had to play my part, but also be smart about it, so I tucked the baggies into the top of my sock, secure inside my boot, and figured out I could use the small pen flashlight on my key chain as a metal straw to snort it up with when it was twisted apart. I wasn’t worried about being caught. Hell even if I walked close to one of the drug sniffing dogs, every agent in the place would set off his sniffer. We were around drugs all the time. The only other thing that might catch me up would be if we did urine tests, but that process was about as regular and current as the evidence locker - so again no worries. Back at the office I tackled a pile of paperwork on my desk and tried to focus on the task at hand and not how I was going to take down those low life animals. I about pissed myself when Paulie walked by and slammed his hand on my desk then pointed at me with a ‘don’t forget to ask your mom about her macaroni salad’ smile reminder. Yeah that was the last thing I was focused on right then. Then it hit me - was Paulie the one watching me for Hawk? I looked around. It could be any of them really - or none of them. How could I be sure? I couldn’t. I just had to keep my cool, do what he asked, and figure my way out of this. The meth helped me get through the stack of files on my desk in nothing flat. I then walked over to the intake desk and picked up the folder with the latest tips and call info. We would get rotated to that desk once every couple of weeks to review and handle any anonymous tips that had come in about drug dealers, sellers, or whatever. Most of it never panned out, but sometimes it did. Today however I was looking for something I could take to Hawk. I was flipping through the stack and had found a couple of promising items when my phone buzzed. “GET HERE - NOW.” It was Hawk. This time when I approached the warehouse where Hawk and his gang cooked and packaged and distributed their meth, I was clearly expected and being watched as the steel door swung open when I was a few feet away. I was frisked by two of Hawk’s masked, armed guards, who took my gun, my badge, my phone, but let me keep the papers I brought - and my DEA windbreaker. I was surprised again at how large the complex seemed as I was escorted down hallways, up stairs, down stairs, and finally we came to a cool, wet corridor that had water dripping from large, overhead pipes. We entered a door at the end of the hall, and there was Hawk, strutting in all his Aryan self-glory. At least he had on pants, but no shirt and his muscles rippled as he finished wiping the worst of the blood off his hands. He smiled, “Ah agent. Good. You are just in time. I want you to meet my competitor. In truth he used to be my protégé. I gave him everything. Even taught him a few secrets of the cook. But then, he then disappeared. Just poof! Gone. I presumed he was dead. Imagine my surprise when we raided one of the labs from the intel you gave us and voila! He was one of many happy findings today.” Hawk circled the man like he was seeking an as yet unbruised part of skin which to abuse. I clenched my fists and fought the urge to try to kick the shit out of him right then and there. “AGENT - AGENT! NO WORRIES. THE METH HIGH WILL EVEN OUT IN A DAY OR TWO. YOU WILL EITHER LEARN TO MANAGE IT TO BECOME A FUNCTIONAL ADDICT, OR NOT. AND IF NOT...WELL...AS YOU CAN SEE I DO TAKE FAILURE AND BETRAYAL SERIOUSLY,” Hawk said as he stepped right up to me. He then finished his little tantrum with, “I want you to kill him agent. One shot. To the head. Here. You may use your own gun even. There is only one bullet in the chamber so you may be tempted to shoot one of my men - or even me instead - remember all those other lives that will be lost from your foolish action.” I didn’t have to consider my response. “No,” I said. “I won’t do it. I will stick to the deal, but I won’t kill or hurt anyone. You might have people at the DEA, but clearly they are fuck ups or you would not need me. I got you more in a few hours than clearly anyone else has in a long time. I’m more useful to you alive but I won’t do this.” Hawk showed his teeth, his jaw muscles twitched as he controlled his anger. Clearly this was a man who not used to being told no. He then patted me on the arm, “Very well agent. Let’s you and I spend some alone time then.” Escorted to a small room that contained a filthy, used mattress on the floor and which was littered with liquor, drug, and smoke remnants, Hawk took off his pants, spit on his dick, and stroked it to it’s full hardness. “SHOW ME YOUR ASS AGENT. NO LEAVE YOUR JACKET ON. YOU ARE MY DEA BITCH. I TOLD YOU I WOULD MAKE YOU A CUM DUMP - MY AIDS FAGGOT - BUT FIRST LET ME SEE IF I CAN ADD SOME OF YOUR BLOOD TO THIS TOWEL TOO. I DO LIKE TO INSPECT MY HANDIWORK.” Hawk was rubbing his coated hands up under my shirt, marking me and cleaning himself off at the same time as the latest shards of meth burned into the cuts and scrapes he had created like a Blitzkrieg that was intent on erasing all resistance to his coming, viral invasion. “YOU READY FOR MY POZ ARYAN CUM AGENT? I WILL IMPREGNATE YOU OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER AND JUST LIKE TODAY, EACH AND EVERY TIME WILL BE AS I DEMAND - RAW, BLOODY, AND TO REMIND YOU THAT I OWN YOU LOCK, STOCK, AND BARREL. YOU AND I ARE ONE NOW, TIL DEATH DO US PART AGENT - YOU AND I ARE ONE NOW AGENT AS MY AIDS BUG UNITES US IN A VOW OF POISON!” I lay there and took Hawk’s probing fingers, the digging of his nails, the brutality of his raw dick, and his explosion of eggs inside me. What else could I do then? Nothing. While my logical mind reassured me that fighting back would not gain me anything, that I was outmatched, that I had to focus on surviving and the long game, I could not help but feel ashamed, weak, impotent. When he was done, Hawk spat on my prone body, then reached down and gently tugged my DEA windbreaker back into position, “I MUST LEAVE YOU NOW AGENT. EVEN AFTER ALL I HAVE SAID AND ALL YOU HAVE DONE I STILL BELIEVE THAT SOME PART OF YOU DOES NOT QUITE TAKE ME SERIOUSLY ENOUGH. FOUR OF MY GUARDS ARE OUTSIDE. THEY HAVE BEEN TRAINED IN CERTAIN TECHNIQUES TO ENSURE COMPLIANCE. BONES MAY BEND AND NOT BREAK. SOCKETS AND TENDONS MAY MISALIGN AND STRETCH THE WRONG WAY WITHOUT TEARING. THE BODY MAY BE HIT AND PUNISHED SO THAT ANY BRUISING IS ON THE INSIDE AND DOES NOT SHOW. THESE ARE SKILLS THAT MUST BE PRACTICED AGENT. USED. HONED. SO I HAVE OFFERED THEM YOU. OH YES OF COURSE THEY WILL FUCK YOU TOO AND FILL YOUR ASS WITH UNMEDICATED AIDS AND OTHER VIRUSES. NOT ONLY ARE THEY ANXIOUS TO FLEX THEIR UNIQUE SKILLS, THEY ARE ANXIOUS TO - AS THEY SAY - FUCK A DEA BITCH!” The four masked guards entered the room and circled me. I said not a word, but I marked their eyes - eyes I would never forget - and then they began. While they had left their masks on to prevent me from seeing their faces, in addition to their eyes two of them seemed not to notice as the sleeves on their arms slid up during their ‘training’. The patches of skin showed parts of very distinctive tattoos on their forearms. They took my quietness as acceptance of what they were doing to me - it was not - I was using all of my energy to commit those tatts to memory, and filed them with the images of their eyes now burned inside my skull. I would take these animals down too. Meth burned my gut lining as more of it was shoved up my ass and fingered into my nose and gums by the masked assailants. I had lost track of time, of the numbers of connections of their flesh to mine - of their gloved hands to my limbs - of their booted feet to my body. My DEA windbreaker lay in tatters beneath me as it had been sliced off my body by one of the guards. He was now sitting in a chair, his mask rolled up enough so he could smoke. Another guard was kneeling over my head so I could suck on his dick while his cohort plunged in and out of my ripped ass ring. The door slammed open, Hawk strode in, “WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO AGENT? GOD DAMN IT WHAT DID YOU DO?” he screamed. Hawk - in his rants and raves - disclosed that Chris, my former best friend/lover who had betrayed me, had been picked up by men driving a dark sedan about 30 minutes ago. One of Hawk’s guys who was watching him saw it all go down. Hawk’s guy also saw that Chris was carrying not only a full supply of meth he was supposed to drop off, but a large backpack of cash from one of the pickups. Hawk had immediately put the word out to the police on his payroll at the local precinct, but Chris never showed there. He never showed up anywhere. Where did the men go? Where was Chris? What had I done? Hawk was livid and spittle flew from his mouth as one question after another pummeled me. With the four guards’ DNA leaking from my bloody ass, the taste of their skin still on my tongue, I sat up, looked at Hawk and innocently asked, “HOW COULD I HAVE DONE ANYTHING AT ALL? I’VE BEEN HERE. FOR HOURS AND HOURS AS YOU KNOW. I HAVE NOT LEFT THIS ROOM SINCE YOU - WHAT DID YOU CALL IT? OH YES - MADE ME YOUR DEA BITCH. AND THEN OF COURSE I WAS JOINED BY YOUR MEN HERE FOR THEIR LITTLE GAME. HOW COULD I HAVE KNOWN WHERE CHRIS WAS? HOW COULD I HAVE TOLD THE COPS? DO YOU HAVE ANY WATER? I’M KIND OF PARCHED.” Hawk clearly didn’t believe me, but he also knew that what I said was true. He said to his men, “GET HIS PHONE. CUT HIS FUCKING FINGER OFF TO UNLOCK IT IF YOU HAVE TO. I WANT IT SEARCHED - ALL TEXTS, CALLS, EMAILS, EVERYTHING. THEN CHECK THE SIM CARD.” As Hawk turned in frustration to leave the room I hollered, “So hard to find good help these days isn’t it?” Hawk paused, turned, and glared. I could see on his face and his eyes he wanted to hit me, kick me, fuck me. I knew I was pushing it, but I couldn’t resist. He had to feel unsure - they all did. Then they would make the mistakes I needed to take them all down. Hawk gave a wild sweep of his arm, “GET THEM ALL IN HERE. EVERY FUCKING ONE. I DON’T CARE IF THEY SWING THAT WAY OR NOT. I EXPECT EVERY GOD DAMN DICK WITHIN A MILE OF THIS PLACE TO FUCK MR. DEA AGENT HERE. DRUG HIM UP AS MUCH AS YOU WANT. DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT. SOMEONE NEEDS TO PAY FOR THIS FUCK UP SO UNLESS ONE OF YOU IS GOING TO STEP FORWARD, THEN IT’S HIM.” In the face of the flood to come I just smiled at my Aryan Master - Game on asshole! Back in the evidence locker, in a corner far to the back, on a shelf covered in grime and dust, nestled at the bottom of a box that had seemingly not been touched in years was an old cell phone with a number that had never been traced, or logged into evidence. It vibrated - white letters appeared on the blue-lit screen: “THANK YOU FOR THE TIP AND ACCESS CODE. IT PAID OFF. WE CAUGHT THE GUY AND GAVE A BLOW TO THOSE POISON PUSHERS. PERP ALREADY OUT OF TOWN IN SAFE LOCATION AND NO ONE OUTSIDE ME AND REGIONAL FBI OFFICE KNOW. NO ONE LOCAL IN LOOP. AND AS YOU SAID HE’S TOO MESSED UP TO KNOW ANYTHING OR PROVIDE GOOD INFO, BUT THE LOSS OF CASH AND PRODUCT COUNTS. ALREADY WORKING ON MIRRORING ALL OTHER TECH PINGS. ANYMORE INFO FALLS INTO YOUR LAP, YOU KNOW HOW TO REACH ME. - ASSISTANT D.A. MCLEOD” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

The first time I ever had sex was with my uncle and his boyfriend. They lived a few blocks away and I would mow their yard and then jump in their pool. I would occasionally “catch” them fooling around but looking back on it I am sure they knew I was watching. One hot day, a cold beer, and skinny dipping in the pool turned into so much more. I can still close my eyes and clearly see both those hard cocks just as I did that day. I remember them sitting on the side of the pool kissing and swimming over to them and watching as my uncle pushed his boyfriends’ mouth down on his cock. I had never had sex and seeing it live and so close was amazing. My uncles’ boyfriend slipped back in the water, got behind me and inched me closer to my uncles’ cock. He rubbed his cock over my lips and I reached out and wrapped my hands around that thick shaft with his boyfriend behind me encouraging me to suck it. I licked and sucked my uncles’ cock like it was going to be my last meal. He got back in the water and we all three kissed and groped each other. Eventually we climbed out and my uncle told me he wanted to watch me fuck his boyfriend. He showed me how to eat his ass and get his hole ready. He got my cock slicked up with spit and lined it up with his boyfriend hole and guided me in. I could not believe how hot it was. We took turns fucking his boyfriend and then my uncle said he wanted my ass. I was scared but more turned on. He ate my hole and his boyfriend sucked my cock and then I was on my back with my legs on my uncles’ shoulders. He pushed into me that first time and it brought tears to my eyes I didn’t think I could take it but he leaned down and kissed me and slowly he worked more of his cock into me. He eased in but then just rammed into me balls deep and would give my virgin hole a few hard, rough pumps then ease off. Soon the pain turned into something amazing and I was begging for him to fuck me harder. We sucked and fucked each other all afternoon long. That was the first of many times we fooled around. That day started my obsession with fucking and cocks and cum.

15 sweaty groaning-and-moaning-filled minutes later the chem-controlled sexy sub pig boy (whose name I learned was Trevor) was laying on top of me on the living room carpeted floor in a wet noisy 69 feast on each other's hard dripping dicks (gotta love that Viagra!) while equally piggish slurping sounds were being made by our hot leather daddy as he picked up where I had left off eating this sexy pig's parTyed up virgin ass! Trevor's muffled moans and lustfilled cries around my throbbing poz cock buried in his throat created vibrations through my shaft and down into my nuts and asshole as he couldn't keep from reacting to daddy's long thick and experienced tongue! Daddy ate ass like no one else I've ever known. His tongue made toes curl and jocks cry with the intense pleasure and erotic feelings. And of course the additional 2 shards of T daddy had added to this boi's greedy mancunt were helping immensely to push him closer to that point of begging to have his cherry popped..which would only be the beginning of this safe-sex bi stud's weekend journey to the dark sweet pleasures of raw bareback drug-filled poz sex...and his own pozzing! In my position I could watch up close as daddy's wet sexy tongue lapped and chewed at and penetrated Trevor's loosening pink hole. DAMN! That was such a fucking view and made me use my mouth tongue and throat on Trevor harder and more determined to work him to that edge...but not allowing him to cum yet. Daddy had already told me that the pig's NEED to cum would be the leverage he'd use if needed to get the boi to agree to take daddy's bare poz dick. Once he agreed to that Daddy would give him permission to cum....while he was getting his first ever ass-drilling from a bare raw chemmed up unmedicated POZ cock! Fucking hot to think about that happening soon! My thoughts were brought back to the current moment when I realized that daddy's face and tongue weren't in the pigs ass anymore at what was apparently the same moment the pig realized it too. Suddenly I felt the coolness of the air on my throbbing wet boner as Trevor pulled off my dick and turned his head back and asked Daddy to please not stop. "It feels so damn good having your tongue in me, Sir!" I cooled down the intensity that I'd been eating this boi's beautiful cock with, but kept my lips sucking around his oozing head wondering what daddy had in mind. Daddy chuckled his deep masculine way that I knew from experience meant he was ready to move things forward faster toward our immediate goal. "Yea pig boi?" I heard daddy say. "That hot sexy boihole likes having something in it, doesn't it? Is that sweet Tina cunt of yours hungry to have something inside it and making you feel better than you ever have?" "Oh fuck yea, Daddy Sir!" the tweaked out innocent pig boi answered without hesitation. What you and your boy have done with my ass tonight is fucking incredible! I need more! I need to feel you inside my hole Daddy! I'm so damn horny! Please! Please Daddy....can I feel you back in my hole again?!!" As I heard the pig say that it was all I could do not to cum right then. He had no idea what doors that pleading was about to open up to him, but once opened they wouldn't be shut again! Daddy'd make sure of that!

Hot!! Great story. It's like reading part of my own fantasy and some experience. Keep em coming, keep me cumming ?

Part 3 I parked just down the street from my dealers brick apartment building in a sketchy neighborhood and followed my son as we walked to the front door. A telltale wet spot showed in the ass of his skinny jeans as my cum continued to leak out of his pussy. I smiled to myself thinking how much more he'd be getting soon. We climbed the stairs to the third floor and down a dark hallway that smelled of stale piss. I could hear a couple arguing in Spanish, followed by what sounded like a beating. We just continued to apt 3G and I knocked on the door. In a minute the door opened and a huge black man answered, his frame filling the entire entrance. He just looked my son up and down, licking his lips, and moved aside letting us enter. I pushed my new whore over to the couch and told him to sit, going into the bedroom. Sitting on a chair next to a small table sat my dude, Andre, weighing out bags of crank. "Sup man?" he asked. "Got my new whore out there waiting," I replied. "We still good for the deal?" "Fuck yea man." He grinned at me. "Haven't had fresh white boy in a while." He handed me two eight balls and I stuffed them in my jeans. He stood and we went to the other room. Looking at my son sitting there he said "Damn! You sure he's 18? Looks like he's 15!" "Swear to God! He's 18 today. He's ready for his "gifts". He's a little spun already, but I want him fucked up and fucked hard!" My Son looked up with fear in his eyes as I said this. "What's your name boy?" He asked. "Cory." he replied meekly. "Cory, rhymes with whorey," Andre laughed. "Which is what your Daddy says you are now." "Yes Sir." he replied. "All right Whorey, lets get started." Andre turned up the stereo while his gigantic body guard grabbed my son off the couch and carried him into the bedroom, throwing him down on the dirty, stained matress on the floor. They each placed ski masks over their faces as I grabbed my camera and started filming. Andres bodyguard, Jamal, held my son down while Andre tied off his arm, swabbed him, and stuck the point in, quickly injecting him with a .5 slam. Releasing the band, Cory threw his head back and started coughing. Before he had even finished, they had ripped his clothes off him and had his legs over Andre's shoulders with his hard cock lined up at his hole. Andre's cock was about 10 inches with a fat P.A. on the end. Spitting on his cock, he rammed it into my sons pussy, ripping him open even more. Cory wailed at the pain while Andre buried himself all the way in. "Oh fuck that's some tight, wet, white boy pussy!" Andre yelled. "Oh fuck were going to wreck you bitch!" Tears streamed out of Cory's eyes as Jamal held him in a headlock and Andre pummeled his hole. "Fuck yea! Look at that red oozing out. Were gonna rape you good you little whore! Gonna make you beg for more! Fuck yea! You're gonna beg for us to breed you with our toxic cum!" That was my sons birthday present, to get fuckin knocked up. I wanted my whore to take any cock he was sold to without question. I knew these two would get the job done. Andre just kept up the hard fuck on my son and Cory eventually stopped crying. Soon he was moaning and begging for more. Andre gave him all he had while Cory's eyes rolled back in his head and gibberish spewed from his mouth. After 20 minutes Andre was ready to flood the cunt with his dirty seed. "Tell me you want it whore!" He demanded. Tell me you want me to breed you. You want my dirty poz load!" "Please," Cory begged. "Please give it to me! Please!" He gasped. "Give me your poz cum!" That sent Andre over the edge and he filled my son with his dirty load, pumping him so full it seeped out and down his balls. He pulled out and they quickly flipped him over on his stomach. Without missing a beat, Jamal got on top of my son and lined his even larger cock up to Cory's hole. That fucker had to be at least 12 inches, and also had a large P.A. "Tell me what I want to hear bitch!" Jamal bellowed. "Fuck me!" was all he had to say. Jamal rammed his monster right into my sons hole, not pausing, not caring about the further tearing of Cory's cunt. He buried himself to the hilt as Andre held a bottle of poppers under Cory's nose. Cory took several large hits, then just went kind of limp. Jamal pulled all the way out, then slammed himself back in balls deep. Grabbing Cory's black hair he yanked the boys head back as he raped his hole. Andre shoved his cum and blood covered cock down Cory's throat and fucked the boys throat, choking him. Cory just flailed and bucked as the two big, black cocks took control of his body, using it for their pleasure alone, not caring of any discomfort they were causing. After at least 30 minutes of non stop spit roasting, Jamal buried himself deep in my son and filled his brutalized guts with his load of toxic cum. Pulling out, Andre shoved his cock in Cory's cunt and pumped a third load into my son. When he pulled out I got a close up of Cory's wrecked hole, stretched open and puffy, his rosebud oozing pink cum. The men cleaned themselves off in his mouth and everyone just kind of collapsed. "Happy birthday son." I whispered in Cory's ear. "Welcome to your new life."

I was in Louisville last week. It was a cloudy overcast day, and I posted my ad on Craigslist. Within about half an hour I received a response from a construction worker who asked how long I was free. I responded I was free most of the day. He said he would try to slip away. Then it started to rain, and he e-mailed, asking if 'they' could they come over right now. I replied THEY? He replied saying two of his buddies saw my advertisement and were horny. Of course, I said sure. He then let me know none of them had condoms, and he asked if that was okay with me. I replied sure, they could all bareback me. The three guys soon arrived and all three were just fine: one was about 40, and the other two were in their early twenties, all were married and just liked to fuck an ass. In no time I was sucking one of the younger guys while the older guy fucked my ass, and soon enough the guy in my ass groaned and blew his load in me. No sooner had he pulled out than one of the younger guys slid in. He also came, and the third guy took his place, and, as the rain had stopped and they had to get back to work he hurried along and shot his load. Then the three of them went back to the job site. Lucky me for the rain.

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…

PART 4 Coach Pitt slowly began pulling his cock out of my sloppy hole, and I whimpered. He smiled and kissed me again. “Don’t worry, sweet boy,” he said. “Your hole won’t be empty for long.” In fact, it wasn’t empty for more than five seconds. Coach Strickland pushed his fat dick into me right away, and I could feel the warmth and wetness of Coach Pitt’s seed getting worked even deeper inside my slammed-up hole. “Pitt and I met at a wrestling conference a few years back,” Strickland explained, sweat dripping down his forehead as he thrust his dick deep. “We’d both responded to a Craigslist ad posted by some college slut. This kid wanted neg tops to breed him, so I showed up to give the little fucker a surprise. Anyway, when Pitt shot his load inside this kid’s fuckhole, I caught Pitt’s eye and he winked at me. Flashed that devil-smile of his. That’s when I knew he was doing the exact same thing I was doing—stealth-pozzing the negboy. A few months later, he got me a job here at the high school, and we’ve been slowly converting our favorite wrestlers into poz chemsluts ever since.” His thrusts were faster now. His breath grew ragged. His eyes were solid black, staring me down as he grinned like a fucking demon. “And now,” he said, “You know what’s gonna happen?” “You’re gonna breed me. Please breed me, Coach.” “Fuck yeah, Lance. I’m gonna give you a big dose of my poz seed. You. Fucking. Slammed. Up. PIG.” His whole body shook as he pushed even deeper than before, and his stomach muscles flexed as his dick sprayed volleys of toxic jizz into my hungry fuckhole. By then, I could see that the playroom was getting crowded, and I recognized everyone: guys who’d graduated in the last year or two or three, most of them wrestling at the local university now. They were watching Strickland breed me, stroking their dicks, helping each other get slammed up, and staring me down with that same demonic intensity. Tom Goldsmith—last year’s captain, the guy from the homemade video I'd seen in Pitt's office—was the first to get his poz cock up in me, and by that point I was spreading my jockbutt and begging for his dirty cum. I took a load from every poz jockpig in the room. Then Coach Pitt unstrapped me from the harness, helped me down, and turned to address the roomful of guys. “I’m gonna take a few minutes alone with this boy,” he said. “You’re all welcome to stick around and pig out. Help yourself to more rigs over there on the desk if you want.” He walked me upstairs, leading me to his bedroom. He closed the door. Then he drew me close to him, pressed his chest against mine, and said: “I’m so proud of you, Lance.” He kissed me, a wet, hungry kiss, while his fingers slowly massaged my cummy hole. “I just wanted a few minutes alone with you. And you know what, pigboy?” “What?” “I think it might be time for another slam.” I nodded eagerly, and he smiled. “Good boy,” he said. He gestured for me to climb onto the bed. He positioned me on my back, spreading my legs. Then, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he pushed his cock into my sloppy cumhole. With his dick buried inside me, he proceeded with the slams. I watched in fascination as he wrapped a rubber strap around his arm, as the needle slid into his vein, as blood filled the syringe, and as he plunged the Tina into his bloodstream. He groaned, and his cock grew even harder in my fuckhole. Then his eyes took on an evil glint as he turned his attention to me. “Want some more Tina flowing through you, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Slam me up. Please.” “You got it, pig.” The needle was in my vein within seconds. Then he pushed down on the syringe and delivered the chemical payload I was craving. I coughed, but a little less this time. I felt the drug race to my brain, my heart, my dick. Then my hole began involuntarily milking the raw cock lodged deep within me. Coach laughed. “There you go, slampig,” he said. I kept milking him as he closed his eyes and began thrusting deep. Then he leaned in for another kiss. “I want you to be my boy,” he said. “You’re somethin’ else, Lance. You’re just a natural fuckin’ pig. And my cock belongs in this sweet boyhole.” He reached down to feel my own throbbing cock, which had remained hard all night. “And look at this, you hot little fucker,” he said. “This fat dick of yours? It’ll be perfect bait to get hot neg jockboys—boys just like you—into our sling.” He kissed me again. “You’re fucking perfect. So whaddaya say? Be my fuckin’ boy?” I flashed a giant smile as he barebacked my hole. “I feel so lucky,” I said. “I’ve jacked off so many times thinking about your cock—what it might look like, how it might feel in my hand. And now your giant raw dick is buried inside me. It’s unbelievable. And fuck yeah, I want to be yours.” “Mine?” “All yours.” With that, I felt his dick spasm inside me. Another intense kiss. Then he just looked at me, his cock still twitching as it continued to impregnate my wrecked boyhole. “Fuck, Lance,” he said. “I love shooting my poz cum in you.” Later, when we made our way back to the playroom, I did another slam and took another round of loads. That was incredibly hot, but it wasn’t my favorite part. My favorite part was this: being alone with Coach Pitt in his bedroom, feeling his powerful arms wrapped around me, my head nuzzling the hair on his muscular chest, while his dick slowly worked that second load of his poz cum into my knocked-up hole. And then hearing him whisper in my ear: “Mine.” THE END

I had a hot time Monday morning. First, I went to the local park and, within thirty minutes, got my dick up a young faggot. The guy looked about 20-something with his Columbia sweatshirt on, short dark blond, nice tight body and a dick about 6 1/2 inches but very thick. He came into the restroom and went into the booth next to me. I began to peep over and noticed he was playing with himself. I began to tap my foot and he did the same thing. Someone else came in and Columbia-boy left, I thought I had missed a fine piece of ass from this guy -- and my poz load up young ass is the best. Well, the intruder pissed and left, and then Columbia-boy came back in and into the urinal. Where the urinals are there is a glory hole. I began to look again as he played with himself and became erect. He went to the glory hole and slid his cock in -- right down my throat. I was already there and chewed on his young beefy dick for a little bit. I sucked for about ten minutes and then I noticed his breathing changed, so I stopped. I got up and stuffed my big cock through, and heard him moan. My 9+ incher gets that a lot. I felt his hot young mouth on my cock, doing his best to swallow me to the root. Every time he gagged, my cock spurted some of its poz precum down his throat. I pulled away after a bit, and told him I was coming over. He opened his door, and smiled. Mr. Columbia liked what he saw: a tall, hairy-chested stud with a big cock. I didn't say much, just spun him around, and said, "I wanna fuck you." He tried to protest, so I squatted down and started eating him out. Soon, I had him moaning and writhing, as he held onto the top of the partition for dear life. Then, I got up, spat on my poisoned cock, and speared him. Columbia-boy winced in pain, and let out a groan of agony. His tight ass wasn't too welcoming for my cockhead, so I pushed harder. Without warning, my cock popped into his ass, and he gasped. I didn't give him any time to adjust, and just started fucking him. He was hurting, and wanting my cock. I gave his tits a hard twist, and his ass opened up real nice. Soon, I had him fucking me back. I felt my balls tingle, and started to pile drive him. His "uh, uh, uh" got louder and louder. I gripped his hip and made on final slam into him, and blasted my first charged load of the morning into his ass. He jerked himself off as I shot another spurt into him, and his ass started dancing on my cock as he came on the stall wall. Cum dripped down his leg when I slid out of him. He grabbed some toilet paper and started to wipe, then noticed the pink goo on the paper. "Shit, I'm bleeding," he said. I looked and shrugged a bit. "Are you safe," he asked me then. "I'm completely healthy," I told him. I straightened myself up, and wiped the pink goo on my cock, and then left the rest room for a break. As I was sitting at a bench, I watched Columbia-boy leave, walking a bit funny and looking a bit worried. I smiled to myself. After he left, I decided I wanted some more ass. So I went to the local university t-room where I normally got young ass and found this hot little twink hanging around outside the bathroom. He was just my type: couldn't have been more than 19 or 20, thin and waifish with short brown hair and beautiful puppy eyes. His eyebrow was pierced and he wore a tight, thin t-shirt that let me know his tit was pierced too. I walked around for a bit and let him follow me. I would outline my 9" dick against my sweats and let him get worked up over it. I played with my dick, getting it hard and dripping precum, and let him drool over the big wet spot I made. I then went into one of the handicapped bathrooms that locked and waited for him. He came in and locked the door. I began to play with my hard dick as I watched him watch me. "Do you want this," I asked him, and he nodded. I pulled him to me, and pulled off his t-shirt. I tongued his tit-ring and he threw his head back and moaned, so I twisted the other one. He grabbed at my t-shirt, and took it off, and nearly came when he saw my hairy chest. He rubbed his smooth twink chest against mine, and got all turned on by it. I unbuckled him and turned him around, I had him lean over the sink in the restroom. Since I really wasn't in a hurry, I just went to work on his neck and ears to help him relax. I kissed him, and ate him out, played with his tits, and sucked his nice big cock for a bit. He watched me in the mirror as I rubbed my poz cock against his ass crack. I did this for a while before spitting on my dick and ramming it home – into his hot twink ass. He grimaced and began to breath hard and tried to jump away but I held him down as I remained in him without moving. His ass felt great! I leaned into him, rubbing my chest against his back and whispered in his ear, telling him how I was going to fuck the shit out of him, and rape his ass with my big dick and fill him up with my hot cum really helped him relax and get into the spirit of things. He began to rock back into my dick. I fucked him almost twenty minutes! As I was fucking him, he began to j/o and get loud and tell me to fuck him with my "big fucking cock." I fucked and fucked him and he came on the floor in the restroom. I was getting real close, and felt my charged cum beginning to churn in my balls. "I'm gonna cum," I said. "You want it?" "Yeah," he panted, thrusting his ass back onto my cock. "Give it to me. Give me your fucking cum. Shoot your load in my ass." As his ass tightened around my dick, I felt my balls lift as I flooded him with my hot poz cum. We rested a bit, and cleaned up. He never once asked me about anything, even after he saw blood on my cock and the paper he was cleaning his ass with. I tweaked his nipple, and said "See you 'round."