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Drew was very sexually frustrated as he'd a month to wait before he was going on PreP. He was getting more and more desirous of a good bareback fuck. He wanted to feel flesh on flesh: a dick pistoning in and out of him and the feeling of his dick forcing its way into a willing tight hole. He spent quite a bit of time perusing bareback sites to try to alleviate his feelings. He was on BBRT when he was propositioned by a well endowed guy to swap loads with him. He was sorely tempted, but the propositioner was poz not on meds so he realised how stupid it would be in his circumstance. Nevertheless the invitation remained lodged in his mind as his sexual frustration grew. The next day Drew thought it wouldn't matter replying to him since he'd be able to meet up after he'd gone on PreP. So he replied and told him about when and where he was able to meet up, believing it would be some time before the guy would get back to him anyway. To Drew's surprise he got a reply the next day suggesting they meet up at the local cruising spot the following Monday. Drew couldn't possibly agree to this and risk infection. However, he delayed replying straight away instead of just suggesting a date the following month when he'd then be on Prep. Drew found his desire for cock growing, he had a hunger to fuck. So instead of replying negatively, a couple of days later he replied that he was willing to meet up. Drew rationalised he would just be able to play around with him, not go the whole way. In the late afternoon of the Monday straight after work he popped over to a nearby pub to get some Dutch courage. He found himself both turned on and very scared of meeting up with this man, Nevertheless after a couple of pints he headed over to the rondez vous point. The guy was slightly older than he expected, but very presentable. They went into the woods together. Drew very much hoped it would involve just playing around but at the same time craved for much more. They found a sheltered spot and started stripping off, The man's cock was something to be envied. but at the sight of it, Drew's started to rise to the occasion. On seeing this the man came over and started sucking Drew's cock to its full manhood. Drew's worries started to evaporate. Drew was really enjoying some sexual action for the first time in a while and his dick sprung to attention, but he both feared and craved more. Having sucked Drew to a good 7 inches and primed with saliva, the man turned round and obviously wanted Drew to take him bareback. With only a moment's hesitation, because of the sexual tension building up, Drew obliged, rationalising that it wouldn't be too risky fucking him. As Drew ploughed the man forcefully, he noticed that they had attracted attention and another man was watching from the bushes. Since Drew didn't mind others enjoying watching him fucking, he made no protests and carried on. The tension built up and quicker than expected Drew blasted his load inside his arse. Drew thought it was only right to relieve the man's tension too. He thought he would give him a blow job and not swallow so he wouldn't take his toxic load into his body. So Drew bent over and started to suck the man's wonderful cock that soon responded to Drew's attention. Drew enjoyed giving him a blow job and the man responded by giving grunts of appreciation. The onlooker was also obviously enjoying the show as he wanked himself off furiously. Drew was giving him a long lasting intensive session that would shortly finish him off soon. But as Drew continued to enjoy sucking the man off, he found himself wanting his hole to be filed with cock. The man, too, had other designs on Drew. He passed Drew the new good poppers he'd brought with him. As Drew inhaled so his inhibitions relaxed and his desire for cock grew. Before Drew knew what was happening, the man had pulled his cock out of Drew's mouth, turned him round and was pressing his large cock against Drew's hole. Then with a thrust his bare cock was inside Drew. Drew continued to try to rationalise the situation and thought it would be fine to let the guy thrust in and out of him for the enjoyable feeling he was now experiencing, but would ask him to pull out rather than come inside him. But before Drew could say anything, after but a few thrusts, the effect of Drew's fellatio had had its effect on the man and he squirted his poz load up Drew's arse. Before Drew could properly react to the situation, a feeling of shock had come on him, the man had beckoned the onlooker over to join in. Whilst Drew looked on, he saw the cum-stained cock, just withdrawn from Drew, now being sucked by the onlooker. Drew decided to join in by sucking this newcomer's cock. It didn't take the onlooker long to get the man's cock back to full tumescence, at which point once again the man withdrew and returned to fuck Drew bareback a second time with his poz cock. Drew by this time was resigned to his situation, believing that getting a second toxic load would make no difference. The man now fucked more slowly and easily with the lubrication provided by his first ejaculation. Drew started to enjoy the feeling of bare cock thrusting in and out of him. It really turned him on and he slurped more appreciatively on the other man's cock. The sucking and fucking got more frenetic as they enjoyed each others' bodies. They all built up to a climax with the onlooker shooting his cum into Drew's mouth as another toxic load filled his arse. Drew's sexual cravings had been satisfied, not quite as he'd expected. He left the man now, amazingly still hard, forcing himself into the onlooker's arse. He like Drew had been playing with fire and were now burnt! Drew would not have to start on PreP after all.

Went to my first Breeding Party last night. It was about a two hour drive for me, so left right after work. A friend hooked me up with the party host, who does these events a few times a year. He and I chatted online and finally on the phone before he invited me to join. Myself and two other guys, both around my age -- one cubbish, the other otterish. We showered and prepped in a nice bathroom in the basement. The host showed us the playroom, a decent space in a side room with 2 slings, some chains hanging down one wall, a fuck bench in a corner, and a bunch of toys and floggers. Quite the nice setup! We dressed and went upstairs again as the party was starting. When the party started, it was a casual cocktail hour and some light food. I drank, knowing what was coming, but didn't eat anything. There were 15 guys there, all seemed very cool and friendly. Ranged in age from early 30s through late 50s and maybe even a couple very fit guys in their 60s. After an hour or so, the host sneaked myself and the other 2 guys away and escorted us back to the basement and into the half-lit playroom. club music was thumping and the lighting was dim. We stripped, and were fitted with harnesses, a collar, and ball gag -- I was so fucking turned on at this point! The adorable otter was bent over the fuck bench, his wrists and ankles shackled in place. The cub and I were put in the slings, feet in loops and wrists placed in leather binders attached to the chains on either side of our heads. Then he slipped blinders on each of us. I got rock hard. Now the party I came for started. Other than the music, it was oddly quiet. The other partiers came into the room randomly, speaking very softly if at all. There was a buzz in the air, a tension. I felt hands exploring my body -- chest, ass, tugging on my cock, gripping my calves. I could hear the guys moving around, but couldn't see anything with the blinders on. Fingers started sliding along my hole, adding lube and slowly probing. I was relieved because, restrained and hanging with my ass out for everyone, I was nervous someone would wreck my hole with a hard thrust. Instead, my hole was being opened up slowly. I felt someone chill under my nose. "Inhale" someone said, pressing one of my nostrils closed. I smelled that sweet and stingy scent of poppers, and then that incredibly warm feeling washed over me. Then the fingers stiffened and probed deep, forcing my hole open. i groaned. I could hear the cub to my left moaning, and the rhythmic rattle of the sling's chains starting to sway. The fingers in my hole slipped out. I waited a moment, and then felt a hard pressure against my hole. Whoever it was, his cock was pushing into me. I wanted to let out a load "fuck yeah!" But the ball gag kept it to a deep moan. I realized it could only breath heavily through my nose, which limited the amount of air I could take in. It left me with this buzz due to the slight oxygen deprivation. At this point, all three of us were getting fucked. The tops were still quiet, so all you heard above the thrumming music were grunts, groans, skin slapping, and chains links clicking against one another. It was fucking amazing!!!!! I couldn't tell whose cock was in me, but I knew when the tops switched -- I could feel the difference in girth and length, as well as how they fucked. I couldn't do anything but take their cocks. I heard the otter moaning particularly loud for awhile, and could tell someone was going to town on his ass. I wasn't sure if it was the last guy who pounded my hole, or someone I had yet to feel. I think I got my answer about 10 minutes later; someone peppered me up again, and then a really large cock pushed inside. I groaned and wriggled in the sling. "You have nowhere to go, bitch," someone growled at me. He grabbed my harness and used it to drive the sling back and forth, impaling me on his cock. He fucked the hell oughta me. I grunted and groaned, and he kept thrusting. I was hoping he'd cum, just to end the assault on my hole. He finally stopped, sliding out and patting my ass as he stepped away. Did he cum? I was left hanging there for a few minutes, thankfully, because I needed to catch my breath. I heard the cub moaning really sharply, and I guessed my top was taking his third piece of ass. As they fucked next to me, another cock slid into my hole. This one was much easier to manage, and he pounded me pretty steady. After a few minutes, his thrusts got deeper and more deliberate. "FUuuuuuck!" I felt his body tense and pushed his cock all the way inside me, leaving it there while he hung over me a couple minutes. Then he was gone and I was listening to the otter and cub both get fucked. The energy in the room had changed and Icould hear the grunts that come with cumming. All three of us were being bred. I had another cock inside my ass, and this one didn't last long before seeding me. Gradually the room got quiet again, except for the music. I hung there another 10 minutes or so, my ass feeling wet. My jaw was sore from the ball gag. Occasionally someone would run his hands along my body, slap my ass, or finger my hole. I heard the otter's ass get slapped a couple times. Finally, our host said, "You boys wore them out!" Slowly we were unshackled and stood up, our balance off for a few moments while the blood rushed out of our heads. In the shower, the three of us chatted a bit about the various cooks. We all looked spent, but really fucking happy! Most of the tops had gone by the time we went back upstairs, still naked. We sat by the fireplace drinking wine, talking about the experience. The otter and I were cuddling. Eventually the cub took off, leaving us with the host and two of his friends -- a gray haired muscle bear and an older skinny guy with a shaved head. they had beautiful cocks, which were still hard. I figure they had Cialis or something. The otter and I had a nice little connection going, and exchanged a few warm kisses while cuddling. I went to the kitchen to refill my wine glass, and then hit the bathroom. When I came back, my otter was on all fours and our host was rubbing his hard on against his hole. The grading bear told me to get on all fours next to him. The poppers were already under his nose by the time I got into position, and our host was beginning to penetrate his ass. I inhaled deeply, once then again, and felt the bear pushing my hole open. Fuck it felt sooooo good! We fucked like that, moaning while being taken from behind. I know I asked him to breed me. He didn't answer, but his thrusts grew more deliberate and finally he started grunting and spamming behind me. Our host followed a minute or two later, spewing his seed inside my adorable otter. We crashed there for the night, the otter and I snuggling in the guest room. Today, I have his phone number and we've texted back and forth all day. My ass is sore, and I have no idea how many of the guys fucked me and who might have bred me, other than the greying bear at the end of the night. The whole experience was mind blowing!!!!!!

Queer, isn't it, that both Father and Son are Gay? Queerer still is that the two of them have sex, and at least one of them is POZ. Daddy recently discovered he had the Bug—thought it happened on a business trip. He was taking it quite well, but hadn't told his family yet, and hadn't started Meds. Ideal candidate for a Stealth Pozzer or what? He told me about it while we were chatting after I'd fucked him with my new PA. He was hot for it, and it was my obligation to oblige. It's funny he opened up to me in more ways than one, but shut up abruptly when Son got home. I'd screwed Junior before—but never at their house. Junior recognized me immediately; and, after he got over the initial shock of seeing me with good old Dad, got a glint of Lust in those baby blues. To avoid putting Junior in harm's way, Dad had abstained from screwing him of late. Be that as it may, a guy has to look out for his interests; and I had an agenda for both Dad and Son. I got the Kid's attention by playing with myself and massaging his and Daddy's privates as we talked. It wasn't long before the Little Slut went down on me. Meanwhile I licked and fingered Daddy's Piss Slit to get him oozing once again. Pretty soon the stage was set. I moved behind the Boy and started rimming his sweet Ass while he sucked Daddy off. The Kid seemed as anxious to try out my new PA as Daddy had. I worked my Shaft in him and really started plowing his Ass—really pounding him—till telltale blotches of Blood and Shit began to polka dot my Cock. Reluctantly I turned my attention back to Daddy-O again. As I fucked Dad, I aimed his Turgid Rod at Sonny's silken Cheeks. Dad didn't buy into it at first, bucked back a lot, and almost overpowered me as I fought to keep him sandwiched between his progeny and me. Suddenly he let out a gasp; his resistance dropped to nil; and he was screwing Junior of his own volition and free will. I could tell the way his Ass Muscles clenched around my Dick, Daddy-O was getting close. To cinch the deal I whispered in his ear, "Yeah, Daddy, fuck that Ass! You know some Dude is bound to POZ his Butt. Better if it cums from you. Same Strain… same Meds.... Here’s your chance to help your Boy. Seems like you'd be savin' him a lot of grief if you were to POZ his Ass." You could see a Battle Royale in progress between Prudence and his Dick, but Fucking and gettin' Fucked simultaneously will tip the scales every time. His Ass Muscles spasmed violently as a tidal wave of Toxin spewed up the Boy's NEG Cunt. Falling victim to his own concupiscence, Daddy-O collapsed beside his Son. Maybe he was sated, but I hadn't had my fill. I rammed my Rod back in the Kid, grinding Daddy's Noxious Venom into Sonny Boy's Ass Walls—until I, too, contributed my Jizm to the Brew. Meanwhile the oblivious Young Man shot his NEG Spooge all over Dad and me. We lay together contemplating the enormity of what we'd done. While there is nothing better than breeding a NEG Cunt, converting a POZ Stud to a GIFT GIVER is a laudable pursuit. Just the possibility that Daddy may have POZZED his Faggot Son makes me want to shoot.

Skinny white boy Been fucking this 19 year old skinny white boy for maybe 8 months. He has this large uncut cock basically the same size soft and hard. Sadly he's a strict bottom but I at least get some fun stuffing my mouth with it. Used to stay within walking distance from me when we first met and he'd pester me for a fuck and usually I gave him one. Tag teamed his ass twice with fuckbuddies of mine and once when I was at a party, the naked kind, he asked to join and me and the other three guys there pretty much passed him around loading him up several times that night. Haven't seen him since I've moved so when I was helping a cousin move who stayed near him I sent him a hi and as usual he took this as a sign that I wanted to fuck, it really wasn't. Told him nope because there were a few people, all straight, helping with the move and there was no place to fuck. Then my cousin asked for somebody to stay behind while they moved the first load of furniture and I immediately volunteered and the horny little fuck came over a few minutes after they left. He dropped his pants at the door and I did the same, taking turns dropping to our knees and sucking cock. He's still an average cocksucker, choking when he can't get all my dick down but when I was on my knees I didn't stop till my nose hit his pubes. Led him to the couch and put him over it, butt pointed up and towards me. Ate his ass a bit, he has one of those tiny ones just enough to fill your hands, and would have been happy to do that for a while but yeah the time. Earlier I put some skin lotion and a hand towel next to the couch, so I grabbed some covered my dick and put some in his hole. Had some trouble at first getting it in but soon enough I was balls deep. I knew it had to be a quick fuck so I rode him hard, hands on his shoulders while I plowed away. He makes these cute whimpering sounds while getting fucked and I had to keep reminding myself I couldn't enjoy the long ride I wanted now that his ass was wrapped around my dick. I unloaded and kept my dick in while he pushed back jerking himself off, riding my softening cock. I pulled out, wiped my dick of quickly, got him to stand up and suckled his dick while jerking it. Soon enough I swallowed his load not large but decemt. Wiped his dick and ass with the towel, pulled up his pants and shoved him out the door with a cum tasting kiss. Oh yeah and threw my cousin's towel in the garbage. All done in half an hour.

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.

"Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours." That's what they said right before they started tag teaming my asshole with their raw cocks. But I'm getting ahead of myself. When I was 19, my family took a trip to one of those all-inclusive resorts to Cancun. It was over Christmas break, so I guess it was a nice escape from the winter, but the resort wasn't exactly geared for the fun of a 19 year old who wasn't drinking. We had done the side trips to the ruins and shit, but mostly we hung at the resort where I was bored and mostly alone while my parents drank and had fun. One day they opted for the catamaran drunk cruise. I begged them to not make me go. I pulled the "I'm not a child anymore" card and said I would be quite content reading, napping and lounging by the pool. They finally relented, and I was left to my own devices for an entire day. If only they'd been more protective of their horny, gay son. I hit the pool pretty early with only my book, towel, mirrored shades, and swimsuit. Since I used to be a competitive swimmer I still had my speedo, which is what I decided would make for the best tan lines. I claimed one of the lounge chairs and set in for a nice day of relaxation. And I promptly fell asleep in the warm sun. I awoke some time later hearing hushed voices next to me. It was two, obviously American men whispering in close proximity to me. Voice 1: Look, the kid totally has a boner! Voice 2: Shhh! Don't wake him up and embarrass him. Voice 1: (laughing) Looks like part of him is already awake! (This is when I realized that I had one of those relaxed, sun-boners and they were talking about me! I was mortified and kept still while desperately trying to will my hardon away, but it wouldn't budge.) Voice 1: Damn, it just flexed in his suit! Totally hot! Voice 2: Yeah, the kid has a nice package on him, and a nice little body. Voice 1: I'm getting hard just looking at the outline of his cock. Oh the things we could do... Voice 2: Don't even think about it. Voice 1: Oh, like you aren't thinking about filling that young ass. Voice 2: Go get us a couple beers and cool off. I heard Voice 1 guy get up and flip-flop away toward the bar. Hearing them talk about me in a gay way was making my dick so hard that I knew it wasn't going to go away without a serious spank. I made sort of a fakey "I'm snoring and waking myself up" noise and rolled over onto my stomach. I tried to lay there quietly like I was still asleep. And when Voice 1 came back, I did an equally fake slow wake up and roll over, but simultaneously grabbed my towel and covered my still throbbing junk. I sat up and decided to read a bit, thinking this might take my mind off things. No such luck. Especially when I saw the two men attached to the voices. One was mid 40's, salt and pepper hair, rough beard, and a stocky, muscular body covered with a pelt of coarse, curly black hair. The other was blonde, a bit younger (maybe mid 30's), tall, smooth, tanned and toned. Both were exceedingly attractive (the blonde could have been a model) and both were wearing straining speedos that left very little to the imagination. I tried to ignore them, but they could tell I was staring. Voice 1: Hi there! What are you reading? (it was the blonde) Oh my god. They were so hot and they were talking to me! I stuttered a bit before telling them that I was reading Humboldt's Gift for my American literature class. I remember this fact purely because I never did finish that damn book and had to cliff note the fucker. This opened the doorway into conversation, through which I learned that they were John (Voice 1) and Vince (Voice 2), a gay couple on vacation. They asked many questions about me, like was I there alone? Was I enjoying my free day? What time would my parents be back? Did I have any plans for the rest of the day? By this time my boner had actually gone down and I was thirsty, so I uncovered myself and stood up to go to the bar to get a coke. My further mortification was imminent. Vince: Um, you might want to sit back down. Me: Why? John: (laughing) Because you left a spot of precum in your speedo the size of a half-dollar! I looked down, and sure enough my penis had betrayed me yet again. My electric blue speedo had a huge, dark blue spot of wetness centered right at my cock head. I hastily sat down and covered up again, completely and utterly embarrassed. Vince, however, knew what to do. "John, go get him a coke would you?" "Sure thing." As John walked off, Vince quietly remarked "Don't be embarrassed. It happens to all of us. And, truth be told, that's a pretty impressive spot. You must be a big leaker. Or just incredibly horny." "Well... um...." "So, are you? A healthy cummer, I mean?" "Isn't that sorta personal?" "Lemme guess. You are stuck here with family and you haven't jacked off in days. And now you are so backed up you were going to fire off a few loads today with your free time. Am I right?" "How'd you know?" Chuckling, Vince replied "We've all been there, guy." "What are you two laughing about?" John asked as returned, coke in hand. Taking the lead, Vince explained "The poor guy hasn't cum in days because he's been cooped up with his parents. Hence the gigantic wet spot." John handed me my coke, and a glance passed between he and Vince. I couldn't believe I was having an open conversation about jacking off and precum with two relative strangers, even if they were two, handsome gay men. Apparently they were of one mind, cause without any further discussion John remarked "You know, we could help you out of your jam. You need to empty yourself out before you make a mess all over this pool deck, and it just so happens that Vince and I like to pleasure guys, such as yourself." "Oh, I don't know... I um...," I stuttered, turning even beet red in embarrassment. "No pressure or anything. It would just be a relaxing, fun time and all about your pleasure. We would make sure you would be empty enough to survive the rest of your stay here with your parents," Vince explained, in a very discrete, man-to-man voice. "Honestly, I'm not sure I should," I responded, honestly more than a little interested. John: What else have you got to do today? I guarantee you'll have a better time than just sitting by the pool kicking yourself for missing a mind-blowing afternoon of sex. Vince: It's your call, but we're nice guys and I think you would have fun. Me: .... ok. We left the pool together and they escorted me up to their hotel room. Now, while I wasn't a virgin (I'd been having oral sex with other boys for a few years now, and I had a fairly regular suck session with a fraternity guy at school) but I'd never done any kind of anal. And definitely had never done a three way. And I'd never had sex with men clearly much older than I was. So you can imagine how very nervous I was. At first we just sat on their bed and they gave me a beer. I drank it fast and relaxed a little. Then they each reached out a hand and started stroking me lightly. Massaging my neck a little. I started to get hard. Both were very patient to start. They gently stripped off my swimsuit and laid me back on the bed. Both of their mouths fell to working on my body-- my neck, my nipples, my stomach, my thighs, my balls. And then I felt the wet heat on my cock. Instantly I was rock hard and straining to hold myself back from the waves of pleasure rocking my body. It was John sucking my cock while Vince sucked and tongued my nipples. He slowly traced his tongue up my neck, to my adam's apple, and then over my chin to my mouth. When Vince's mouth met mine, everything exploded-- including my orgasm. John greedily clamped down on my cock and took every drop. He stayed there until my dick finally stopped squirting like a minute later. John: Holy FUCK this kid's a cummer! God damn! Vince: And I think I found his trigger points. Me: I'm sorry! It's just that when you kissed me I couldn't hold back. You are just so... handsome. And hairy! Vince: (laughing) Yeah, I do have a bit of fur. Me: It's hot! John: I think the kid isn't done yet... he still hasn't gone soft. After that, John and Vince stripped off their suits... and wow. John was totally clean shaven, which made his cock look exceptionally huge. Judging from the size of mine, I figured he had to be at least 8 inches. And Vince had a dark bush of pubes, big balls and a shorter, but decently thick, uncut cock. And both had these curious tattoos on their hips. Me: Oooh. You guys have matching tattoos! Looks like a nuclear symbol. Are you guys radioactive or something? John: (smirking) Something like that. Me: Well, you both are pretty hot! Vince: I think we should massage another load or two out of our friend here, John. Me: Hell yeah! Deal! We had another couple of beers, and then Vince got the lube out of their travel bag. I was buzzing well at this point and feeling pretty good. Vince got me up on all fours, and then proceded to do something that nobody had done to me up to that point. He ate my ass. And when his tongue hit my pucker, I almost came unglued. This released the last of my inhibitions, and I became an insatiable fuck hole that afternoon. John was kneeling on the bed close to me, and as soon as Vince started rimming me, my mouth latched onto John's cock and I started sucking for all I was worth. I was only able to fit about half his cock in my mouth and I tasted his precum as I worked his salty slit with my tongue. John: Damn Vince, this kid can SUCK! Vince: Yeah, but we're here to milk him dry. And I think he needs to be milked from the inside. And with that, Vince lubed a finger and slid it into my butthole. Electricity jumped through me and I became a sex crazed novice bottom. He fingered my prostate (nobody had ever done that either) and it made me go crazy with desire. I sucked John like a hoover while bucking around on Vince's finger, all the while drooling precum all over the bedspread. Vince worked a couple fingers into me along with more lube... then his fingers left my ass. It felt like someone had shut off my horny switch. But then, I felt Vince's cock head rubbing up against my hole, teasing and pressing against my pucker. And while it was electric, warning bells were going off in my head. Me: Do you have a condom? Vince: Yeah, somewhere I think. But how about I just tease your pretty butthole a bit with my cock first? Me: We really need a condom. And you need to go easy on me-- I've never been fucked. Vince: Never?? Me: Nope. I've wanted to do it, but it just hasn't ever happened yet. John: Vince, pass me the poppers. I'll help our little bottom virgin out. Me: What are poppers? They aren't drugs are they? I don't do drugs. John: No, you just sniff them and they help you relax. They actually have a medical purpose. Me: Um.... John: Here, I'll show you. Just take a small sniff like this... John took a hit, and I could see him go flush a bit and relax. Then he held the bottle under my nose. I debated it for about a second, and then took a hit. The warm rush was incredible. Vince timed my rush with another finger assault which had me begging for more. The damn poppers had made me desperate for cock and had silenced those pesky warning bells. Me: Oh god. Fuck me! Vince: You want it? Me: Yes! I need to feel your cock inside me! Now! Please?? Vince didn't need to be asked twice. John held the little bottle under my nose again, I took a hit. And as I went soaring on a wave of pleasure, Vince entered my ass. While it hurt, it really didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Sure it burned a little bit, but overall he was able to slide right in and I just felt full. It probably helped that he was uncut and I was an incredibly horny teenager. Vince slow fucked me while I got used to having a cock in my ass, and I went back to working John's big cock with my tongue and throat. The pleasure I was getting from both ends being filled, plus the alcohol, plus the poppers had me rock hard and begging for as much sex as these two men could dish out. Vince eventually sped up his tempo and the sensation his fat cock was giving me was making my head reel. I was tingling everywhere and begging to cum again. I reached back to cup Vince's balls and to feel his cock sliding in and out of my ass. And that's when I noticed he didn't have a condom on. Me: Where's the condom? Vince: You told me you wanted cock in you now. I didn't have time to put one on. Me: But sex without a condom is risky... Vince: Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours. John: Here, have some more poppers... Vince continued to fuck me and my protests ebbed as the pleasure increased. John pushed his dick back into my mouth and I let the poppers relax me into the pure ecstasy of man on man on man sex. Vince: Oh Johnny, you really need to feel this boy's ass. It's so tight and smooth! John: I can't wait for my turn! Vince: Well, it's coming soon. I'm about ready to share... John: Sweet! Here kid, take another hit Me: Damn this feels so good. Vince: It's gonna get better in a minute. I'm going to put my cock head right at your prostate and you are going to feel me flex it. Trust me, it will drive you wild with pleasure. Me: Do it! I wanna feel that! Vince thrust a few more times in me quickly, then parked his cock a little more than halfway inside me. And then I felt it. His cock head was pressed up inside me, and I could feel throbbing and flexing inside me. The sensation was incredible! John: You doing it Vince? Vince: Fuuuck yeah. You feel that, kiddo? Yeah, I'm trying to milk your load out from the inside. Me: It feels amazing, I don't want it to stop. Vince: I can do it again later, but now it's John's turn though. And just wait til you feel him inside you! Me: I don't know... he's so big! I'm not sure I can take it... Vince pulled out with a wet plop, and shifted around the bed. He suggested that I try riding John's cock to start. That way I could control it better and be more comfortable. Without Vince in me, I felt like my switch had again been turned off and I desperately wanted it back on again. So I agreed. John lay down on the bed- his cock enormous and intimidating. Vince lubed him up and worked a bit more lube up my ass. Me: Shouldn't we get a condom? John: Vince didn't have to wear one. Me: But we have time to get one one now and... Vince: It's okay kid, just try it for a bit. We can always get one on later. I want John to feel what I got to feel! Me: Just... don't cum in me. Okay? John: Wouldn't dream of it. I straddled John's groin. John held onto the base of his cock while I tried to line up his head with my hole. Vince fed me more poppers, and before I knew it I was sliding down almost the full length of John's big cock. He bottomed out inside me with still about an inch of cock to go. There was a dull pain deep in my abdomen when John's cock head was poking my guts, but the sensation of that much cock sliding inside me and filling my guts sent me over the moon. I think my eyes literally rolled back into my head. John: Holy fuck! This kid is a natural born bottom! Vince: What did I tell you? John: So fuckin' hot and slick! Thanks for lubing it up for me! Me: Oh my God! You are so fucking BIG! Vince: Enjoy the ride you two. I started sliding up and down on John's cock and he let me control the fuck action. Every thrust into me from his cock gave me the sensation like I was stroking my own erect penis. Only I wasn't touching myself. It was like I was jacking off, but no-handed. The pleasure was building, and it sent my body into sort of a fuck frenzy. I was fucking myself down onto John's cock and building my orgasm with every bounce. Vince straddled John's face and fed his soft, uncut cock into John's mouth while John grabbed my hips and helped ram my ass up and down faster on his cock. Vince worked my nipples and then planted another deep, wet, scratchy beard kiss on me. I went into overload. Me: Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Vince: Do it, kid! Me: Dont' stop fucking me-- I'm so close! John: I wanna feel you cum with my dick jammed in your sweet fuckhole! Vince grabbed the back of my head and kissed me again hard and with that kiss my first shot arced up between us and spattered all over Vince's hairy chest. As soon as he felt me start to shoot, John grabbed my hips and thrust all the way into my butt, even that last inch that wouldn't go in seemed to find a place inside me. The pain in my guts mixed with my orgasmic pleasure was enough to make me cry out into Vince's mouth. But I couldn't stop cumming. Volley after volley of my spunk coated Vince and dripped down onto John's face. I was spasming like I was having a seizure and Vince eventually just looked on in amazement as John started laughing and licking up the cum gobs that spattered his way. I kept shuddering and shaking with the post orgasmic shivers. Vince kissed me gently while I was still impaled on John's cock and trying to relax my quivering sphincter. John told me that if I stopped wiggling around so much he could make himself go soft so it would be easier to pull out. A few minutes later and after some deep breathing on my part he was indeed flaccid and I was able to ease myself off of him. Feeling fully satiated, I was going to take my leave but Vince and John convinced me otherwise. Vince: You are a young stud, and I bet you have another load in you yet. John: Besides, we haven't cum, have we Vince? Vince: No we haven't. And there's still a few more things we could do together. Three cocks offer so many options... John: It would be a shame to waste them. Me: But I probably should be going... Vince: Where? You're parents aren't gonna be back for a few hours yet. Might as well spend it fucking. John: Hasn't it been fun? Haven't you enjoyed yourself? We've sure enjoyed you. In the end I agreed to stay for another round of sex. We had a few more beers, and they eventually got me hard by tongue-fighting over my cock. This got them hard too and the next thing I knew it was a free for all on their bed. We were all kissing and sucking whatever we could get our mouths on, rubbing on each other, humping, etc. I ended up on top and this time rode Vince's cock (I had decided that I quite liked riding and being in charge) while John stood on the bed so I could suck him. Then John squatted over Vince's face so Vince could tongue his hole while John and I made out. John worked my nips and I begged Vince to do the pulse-trick on my prostate again. After about 15 more minutes of fucking, he grabbed my hips and I felt the magic throbbing inside me again. Each pulse was like an joy buzzer shock inside me- I loved it! Then they both maneuvered me so that I was on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. More poppers and John was fucking me again with his huge cock while Vince stood over my face with his flaccid, wet, uncut penis. Me: I've never sucked an uncut cock before. Vince: Well, this is a day full of firsts for you! John: (giggling) And lasts... Me: I think I'll remember this day for the rest of my life Vince: Of that I have no doubt. John grabbed my ankles and took to fucking my ass hard. And I took Vince into my mouth and let my tongue savor his foreskin. The feeling of the skin was silky, and I could taste a mixture of lube and what I thought was his precum. When I inhaled, I got a full whiff of his musky manscent. It was almost better than the poppers. The rush of blood to my head and the feeling of foreskin in my mouth was dizzying. John flipped me around (all while not pulling out his cock) and got me on all fours. He then suggested to Vince that since this had been a day of firsts, how about they make me Lucky Pierre? Vince agreed and hopped up on the bed in front of me. I had no idea what a "lucky pierre" was, until Vince spit on my cock, and shoved it into his ass. It was so warm and velvety... so unlike anything I had ever experienced. So hot! So much better than a blow job! I was getting my ass fucked by a big cock while simultaneously losing my anal topping virginity inside a hot, furry daddy! It was all too much. I think I lasted all of a minute before I warned them that I was getting close. That's when John reached forward, grabbed Vince's hips and Vince reached back and grabbed mine. I was locked in place between them and stuck in Vince's ass! Me: I'm gonna cum! I should pull out!!! Vince: Just cum in me, kid! John: Do it! He wants you to! Me: But... but... Vince: I trust you John: C'mon kid! Shoot that load! Breed my boyfriend! John thrust again hard inside me and with that I erupted inside Vince's ass. The wet heat of my orgasm enveloped my cock as I shot my third load of the afternoon into Vince's bare ass, groaning "God DAMN, this feels awesome!" Apparently it was an impressive orgasm because Vince echoed my remarks saying "Holy fuck, I can feel him cumming in me!" In full approval, John answered "So hot! Take that virgin load!" After my orgasm finally subsided, John slid out of my ass with ease and I did the same to Vince. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on their bed. I awoke about an hour later, with a headache and instant fear. According to the bedside clock, my parents were due back at any time. I jumped to my feet, pulled-on my speedo, grabbed my stuff and headed out. I thanked Vince and John for the best sex of my young life and they said it was truly their pleasure. I made it back to the pool and managed to rinse the sex off about ten minutes before my parents arrived, so they were none the wiser about my afternoon activities. Several weeks after we got home I got really sick. My parents figured it was just some bug I picked up while in Mexico. Six months later at the student health center at college, I found out my parents were right. It was something I picked up in Mexico. And I discovered the meaning behind Vince and John's matching tattoos.

This is yet another true story of how I started playing with Men and became the slutty bottom I am today. The year was 1989, I was a teenager at the time, barely 18 if I remember correctly. My family had had money, we'd been living in a small suburb in Southern California called Arcadia and had had a very beautiful home. My father had been a union landscaper at the Santa Anita race track, a popular horse-racing track in the area. Unfortunately, my father had developed a very bad gambling habit and was soon gambling his paycheck away on the horse races which led to us losing our home. That did not last very long and we soon found ourselves moving to a low income part of the San Gabriel Valley in Southern California and I soon began to call a small town by the name of "El Monte" (The Mound) my home. Moving to a new area was definitely a culture shock for me. While I was used to having my own porch and front yard, I now had just a stairwell and small stoop to share with my neighbors. While previously I'd had freedom and privacy, now I apparently had eyes on me all the time. I clearly remembered taking out the trash and hearing my neighbors whistling jokingly at my short gym shorts and laughing at my near naked legs as I would walk over to the dumpster to throw the garbage away. Our apartment was directly above a two bedroom apartment where I swear at least six Latin guys were living. I remember going down to take the trash out one time and three of my downstairs neighbors were just sitting on the landing and stairs, drinking cheap beer and laughing as I squeezed my way past them. One of them had whistled at me, complemented my legs, and asked if I needed help. For some reason his attention made me blush, and whispered in reply "No, thank you." His immediate reply was "Well, if you need some help, I'm Javier and I'll take care of you baby." Just hearing him say that embarrassed the hell out of me and I ran from him while wishing I could run towards him instead. This type of flirtatious behavior continued for a few weeks and I found myself liking my polite friend more and more. All of the guys that lived downstairs were really young and nice and, I must admit, kinda sexy looking and I grew to trust and like them as time progressed. Finally, one muggy summer day, I had gotten home from school really early since the school year was letting out and I knew that my parents wouldn't be home for another six hours or so and something inside me was just restless. I can't explain it but I really wanted to talk to Javier and get to know him better. The apartment was hot and humid and I soon found myself bored but curious to see if my neighbors were home. Not knowing what else to do, I walked into my house, changed into my running shorts and decided to pretend to water my plants. As I was absentmindedly watering my plants, Javier came out of his apartment wearing sweat shorts and sneakers and said, "Hi Baby!" I blushed when I saw his defined naked chest and a small dark trail of hair leading from his belly button down into his shorts and meekly said "Hi" as I walked to the faucet to turn the water off. He bounded up the stairs and asked me why I was home so early. I told him that we'd only had half a day cause school had let out for the summer. He asked me where my parents were, and I explained they would be at work until six or so, and that I'd be alone (and bored) until then. Javier asked if I'd like to come to his apartment and have a drink with him and I said 'sure', not understanding why his invitation was making me so nervously excited. Javier was all smiles as he explained that neither he nor his roommates had gone to work since they worked construction and we had just gotten over a very bad storm the day before, construction work would be halted for at least a couple of days as the ground dried. He led me towards his apartment and for some reason his strong hand leading me by the small of my back had me breathing heavy and feeling strangely nervous. As we walked through his door, I saw two of his roommates sitting on the couch watching TV with drinks in their hands. "That's Tomas and Daniel," Javier said as the guys looked my way and waved at me. "Hey Adam" the guys said almost in unison. "There's also, Francisco, Douglas (which he pronounced Doo-Glass), and Andres (which made me giggle because I thought he said Undress), but they're at the store picking up some food and drinks". "Adam is home alone and bored so I invited him in for a drink," Javier told the guys on the couch as he moved towards the fridge and took out some orange juice and a bottle of what I later learned was vodka. "Wanna try a screwdriver or do you like something stronger?" Javier said teasingly, no doubt knowing that I'd never had alcohol before. "Um, a screwdriver is cool," I replied, not having the slightest clue what he was talking about but not willing to let him know that. He fixed me the drink and when he handed it to me, I drank almost half of it in one gulp thinking it was the weirdest orange juice I'd ever tasted. "Whoah! Slow down little man, I want you relaxed not drunk!" Javier exclaimed as he took the glass in my hand. "Let's go sit down he said and we sat on the love seat next to the couch." It wasn't until we sat down that I noticed that there was porn on the TV, which I hadn't focused on because it was muted and, honestly, I couldn't take my eyes off of Javier's handsome face and sexy upper body; especially his sexy bulging biceps. We sat down to watch the movie and pretty soon I was feeling nice and warm although slightly dizzy but pleasantly so. As we continued to watch the movie, I exclaimed "Wow!" because on the screen, a big busty blonde was sucking the biggest dick I'd ever seen. Javier asked "You ever done that Adam?" And I, wanting to impress him, responded "Sure, lots of times." "Oh, yeah, which one were you? The guy or the girl?" He and all his friends laughed as I turned bright red. "Um, I don't know, I was kidding. But I'd still like to see what it's like," I said. "Oh yeah? The sucking or the getting sucked?" Javier asked again as he put his hand on my thigh. His touch and the sensation of 'floating' that I'd started to feel after downing half the drink, gave me a new found confidence. I blurted out something that I'd only thought about alone at night on hot nights when the slightest breeze would make me sprout a boner, "I've always wanted to know what a guy feels like." There was a moment when the energy of the room suddenly changed and all eyes were intently focused on me as my own eyes darted from one tented lap to the next. "No time like the present, little man" Javier said as he got up from the couch and stood in front of me. The huge tent in his shorts was inches from my face and as I took hold of his waistband and pulled down his shorts, his thick uncut cock sprung up and slapped him on the navel as a drop of golden fluid flew from his cock head and landed on my lips. I licked my lips tentatively, the taste was a sweet yet salty mix. As if to the manor born, I leaned over and put his cock head in my mouth intending to mimic what the girl was doing in the movie. Javier gasped audibly and I heard Tomas exclaim, "No fucking way! We got us a cocksucker here!" I started trying to copy the girl in the movie and tried to stuff Javier's cock all the way in my mouth, but he was too long and too thick for me to manage more than half of it. "Oh fuck baby, you're gonna make me shoot but this isn't how I wanna cum. Let me see that cute little ass I've been wanting to fuck since I saw you," Javier said as he put his hands under my armpits and simultaneously lifted and turned me around. He pulled down my shorts and the next thing I felt was him pushing me so that I ended up kneeling on the couch as he went down on his knees, spread my ass cheeks, and this long wet tickling feeling directly on my asshole made me moan in absolute pleasure. I learned that day the heavenly feeling that having my ass eaten out brings. I turned my head nervously, wondering what the other guys must be thinking and I saw them both stand up, drop their shorts, and begin walking towards us with huge erections, the precum literally dripping down their shafts. Now, having just completed sex education in school and AIDs being this scary item almost daily on the news, I was afraid and told Javier "I've never done this before, but please put on a condom." "Fuck, Baby, how am I gonna own your ass if you don't take my cum?" He responded dejectedly. "It's cool," Daniel said, "I've got some, go ahead and put one on." Daniel handed him a gold colored packet and I heard the crinkle of the foil as Javier took the condom and started rolling it over his huge cock. "He's gonna need some lube. Go get the Vaseline" Javier instructed and Daniel rushed to the bathroom. I soon felt a cold greasy feeling as Javier began spreading it all over my hole and I soon felt his index finger go inside me, followed by another, and yet another as he tried to stretch my hole enough to accommodate his impressive hole wrecker. Up to this point, I'd tried carrots, cucumbers, and zucchinis, a veritable cornucopia of phallic vegetables. As a result, my hole easily relaxed with the familiar sensation of intrusion. "Oh man, baby, your hole is so tight and hungry, I love how you grip my fingers. I'm gonna love fucking you and making your hole my own personal cumdump," Javier whispered into my ear as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of my hole. "I think you're ready baby, take a deep breath and relax, I promise I'll be gentle." Javier, pulled his fingers out of my ass and stood up, I felt empty but not for very long. Soon, I felt what felt like a baseball spreading my crack and pushing directly right on my asshole. Daniel put a small brown bottle under my right nostril and said "Take a couple of deep breaths baby, trust me, you're gonna need this." I breathed in a pungent smell but within a couple of seconds, I felt this warm relaxing feeling rushing over me and my hole relaxed as Javier's big mushroom shaped cock head popped inside me and I felt my hole stretch wider than it had ever stretched before. As I said, I had had various tubular vegetables penetrate my hole before but, pardon the pun, this was no garden variety penetration. This was finally a grown man popping my cherry asshole and welcoming me into the world of man-on-man sex! "Ohh fuuuuck!" Javier groaned as he continued to slide his cock inside me and I felt my insides shift to accommodate the thick invader filling my tight, (but no longer virginal), ass. Finally I felt Javier's pubic hair scratching against my ass cheeks and pleasantly rubbing the rim of my asshole as he rested, fully planted balls deep inside me. "Fuck baby, I wish you could see how beautiful your hole looks stretched around my cock!" he exclaimed excitedly. He started slowly pulling his cock out of me and I could feel the rim of his cockhead rubbing inside me as he withdrew til 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. "I want to feel that!" Daniel said as he reached under us and started rubbing the rim of my hole and massaging the underside of Javier's cock as it continued to slide in and out of me on its greasy pleasure seeking voyage. Not wanting to be left out, Tomas got up and sat on the back of the couch and stuffed his thick uncut cock into my mouth and I was soon gagging on his hard fucker as Javier's thick cherry popper hit a spot inside me on the downstroke that sent shivers throughout my body. Now, unbeknownst to me, Daniel had started to slide his index finger in my hole alongside Javier's cock, using his thumb to massage the spot between my hole and my balls. That felt amazing and all I could think about was how great I felt with a cock in my mouth, and Daniel's added stimulation, with Javier's cock filling me as the icing on the cake! However, while I'd asked for a condom, they obviously intended to breed my young hole. As Javier slammed his cock balls deep inside me, Daniel slipped his finger inside the rim of the condom so that as Javier pulled out, Daniel essentially held the condom in place and it rolled up Javier's cock as he slid out of it. In a matter that took less than a second, Javier's cock popped completely out of my hole, Daniel's finger also slid out of me (with the condom around his finger, though I couldn't tell) but Javier's cock almost instantly shoved back in and my deflowering resumed. Javier's breathing quickened and his pistoning became erratic and he started grunting and groaning and I felt his hands squeezing my shoulders hard. "Fuck! I'm not gonna last! I'm gonna fill you up baby! Are you ready?!" "Yes!" I tried to say through a mouthful of Tomas' cock as I felt Javier slam his cock balls deep and hold it there, fully embedded in my ass. I felt this strange sensation as if Javier's cock was pulsing like a beating heart held in the grip of my hole and a warm feeling spread from deep inside me where his cock head was shooting his cum and bathing the walls of my ass in his hot sticky love juice. Javier collapsed on my back and I could feel his heart hammering against my shoulder like a rabbit trapped inside a cage too small to contain it. I was still frantically sucking Tomas' cock as he held the back of my head with one hand and caressed my cheek with the other. He was obviously enjoying my mouth but was controlling the pace so he wouldn't cum too quickly. Javier eventually caught his breath and slowly pulled his huge cock out of me, leaving me with an empty feeling and the need to be filled again. "Fuck Yeah! I want that ass right now!" Daniel exclaimed. I briefly pulled off of Tomas' cock to say, "Don't forget the condom please!" "Don't worry baby, we won't forget the condom," Daniel chuckled and I heard the familiar crinkling sound of another golden foil wrapper. Daniel's cock was slightly thicker than Javier's so he turned to Javier and said "Give him a couple of hits, he's gonna need them." Javier then placed the small brown bottle under my nose and once again I breathed in the pungent scent that I knew would give me that awesome warm rush. Indeed almost instantly, I felt an even bigger cock head pressing against my hole and I gasped as Daniel's cock head once again broke through my defenses. Now, while Javier's cock stood out straight from his body, Daniel's cock had a slight downward curve to it and the difference was definitely noticeable. From the first down stroke, I could feel his cock pressing on that magical spot inside me that sent shivers throughout my young body. "Damn Javier! You should take a closer look at how beautiful my cock looks stretching his hole." Daniel exclaimed, to which Javier responded by sliding his index finger inside me along Daniel's thick uncut fucker and proceeded to use his thumb to massage and stroke that amazing spot between my asshole and my balls. Unbeknownst to me, Javier had also stuck his finger under the condom's rim and was essentially rolling the condom up and off of Daniel's dick as Daniel shoved his hole wrecker balls deep in me and pulled out until only the edge of his cockhead was stretching my ass lips, almost completely barebacking me at this point. Just as Daniel had done, Javier shoved his finger knuckles deep in me and completely rolled the condom off of Daniel's hard baby maker. "Fuck Baby! I love how beautiful your hole looks as it stretches and struggles to take my cock!" Daniel said as he completely pulled his cock out of me as an excuse for Javier to extract the condom. Javier hooked his finger in a beckoning gesture and pulled his finger (and the condom) out of me but all I wanted at that moment was for anything, be it cock, finger, or vegetable to fill me up once again. By this point, my teen cock had been rock hard and since Daniel's first downward stroke, that tingling sensation in my balls had been building up in a crescendo, you know the one, that tingle in your nutsack that signals that your cum is gonna come shooting out of you any moment. I briefly pulled off of Tomas' cock and exclaimed, "Oh my God! I'm gonna cum!" "Go for it Baby!" Daniel encouraged me as the small brown bottle was once again place under my nose. Daniel timed the rush with his cock slamming back into me and his thrusts became frantic yet determined. I couldn't help myself anymore and as my first cum shot flew from my dick, my hole spasmed erratically and gripped his cock tighter than I'd ever clenched in my young life. This clearly pushed him over the edge and he slammed balls deep in me and let his cum flood my guts with a growl worthy of any Lion rutting to show the pride who the Alpha truly is. At the same time, Tomas had been thrusting his cock as far into my mouth as it could go and, holding my head forcefully against his lap, he began to cum. My choices were to swallow or drown and so swallow I did. As our orgasms subsided, Daniel hugged me against his chest and growled in my ear, "Your ass is mine Baby! From now on you're gonna want my dick, and my friends' dicks and we'll always be with you. We took your cherry and no one can take that from us!" The only response I have to that all these years later, is that he absolutely knew what he was talking about. For the next couple of days and the remainder of the summer, I continued to go to their apartment after my parents would leave for work, provided that they themselves didn't have to go to work. They became my first adult friends, and lovers, and Daniel eventually became my first boyfriend. I eventually caught on to the trick with the condoms but by that point it didn't I'd been bred dozens of time by then so I just shrugged and said, "Well, it does feel way better without a condom." Definitely NOT The End.

I was having a dry spell. Work was hectic and I simply couldn't arrange to get fucked in the tiny windows of time that I had available, but then I found a nice black guy on Grindr who had just turned 50 and visiting Hawaii. He was on Grindr and was walking distance to my place which is near Waikiki. When we got together we totally hit it off, and I was particularly pleased to connect with a guy who was about my age. His thick, but not too thick beautiful, long black cock initially gave me pause, as I thought my ass would have a hard time accommodating him, as my cunt usually tightens-up after awhile. He did me doggy and I clamped down on his dick, which must have been about seven and a half inches, but to my surprise I took it quite easily, which led me to wonder if all the dick I had taken in the past had permanently stretched and wrecked my hole. What ever the explanation for my ease in accommodating his cock, I power bottomed him, tightening and squeezing my hole, which lead him to flood my hole, silently. Afterwards we chatted a bit, and then I drove him back to his hotel, which I thought to be the gentlemanly thing to do. Especially as he had bred me so well. As I was driving back from Waikiki, I was contacted on Grindr by a black guy in his late 30s. We had been trying to connect for monthly but never could quite get to that point, mostly because he wanted anonymous play, but couldn't host, and my condo is secured, which made an anonymous entrance essentially impossible. This time, however, for whatever reason, he could host, he was totally horned-up, and asked me to come to his place where I was to step into his closet, facing the wall, my ass open to the world - and, perhaps most important to him, I was not to turn around, not to speak, nor to moan. In short, I was to be completely discreet. Naturally I accepted his invitation. Once in position in the closet, I could hear his neighbors through the wall. I had noticed in entering the apartment building, that most of the front doors in the building were, in an effort to mitigate the heavy Hawaiian humidity, open to the local trade winds. Definitely not a place to scream "Cum in my ass." I didn't see his dick but I felt it. It was huge, nine inches and quite thick. Fortunately I had poppers, so I took several hits. Not withstanding the load in my hole, to which I had added some lube, I knew it would be tough, and sure enough, I knew I was in trouble when sensed there simply wasn't enough lube. You know a guy's dick is huge if you get this feeling. But just then my host's dick must have met-up with the cum bank in my ass, causing the first guy's cum to lube the black guy's cock. Next I heard the beautiful squishy sound of raw dick in ass. The guy kept fucking and fucking. He had told me on Grindr that he had a quick cumdump scene in mind, but instead he gave me a prolonged raw fuck, deliberately, in fact, occasionally pausing while on the cusp of an orgasm, just to extend the session. Finally, however, he came, his load gushing deep into my hole. When he pulled out, both his load and that of the other guy plopped-out. I never learned whether or not he figured out that he was fucking in sloppy seconds. In any event, there's nothing like raw black dick. But then I'm a total pig for any raw dick.

I always prefer quantity, as I love groups settings, and the bigger the group the better!

Part 13 Brandon (a.k.a. Bam Bam) and Robbie grew up as next door neighbors and best friends. There was only one year difference in age between them, but they were opposite when is came to looks. Robbie was a lot shorter then his fiend. At 5'6" he only weighed about 120 pounds. He arrived on campus late Wednesday night to spend the next 5 days exploring the campus he would soon be attanding. He was graduating early from high school and planned on starting college right after the new year. This got Matt thinking as they began to set their plan into motion to fully bring Robbie out of his sexual shell. He and Brandon had only 'fooled around' a few times jerking off together and only once did they try sucking cock. Brandon recalled that Robbie was a natural at it when they exchanged blow jobs after graduation. But as summer dragged on and Brandon began to get redy to leave for college the two didn't do anything more. They used the coeds from Matt's building to assist in the plan. They would pose as Brandon's and James's girlfriends. The plan Thursday night was to go to a local party where they would meet up with Matt. While at the party they made sure Robbie would get 'mixed drinks' as they suposedly chose to drink rum and cokes. The only thing Robbie was getting in his coke was GHB. When they met up with Matt he offered them some weed to smoke and before Robbie knew it he was G'ed up and high on pot. All of a sudden the girl that was wih Brandon complained that she was really sick and the two couples were going to take the girls home in James's small car. With the one girl not feeling well they didn't want to crowd her in the back seat. Matt immediately offered to give Robbie a lift back to campus as the two couples headed for the door. Roobie was none the wiser as the two got into Matt's Mustang and drove off. Robbie was starting to doze off as Matt started the engine. Matt said to the unsuspecting 18 year old, "Looks like you need a little pick me up" as he pulled out a pipe a little baggie. Robbie answered him stating "More weed was going to put him to sleep". Matt let his new young friend know that it wasn't weed, "No bro, this is T, it's a stimulant. It will wake you right up" as he lit his torch and sucked in a nice small hit before blowing out a cloud in the car uttering "Damn that's good!" He urged Robbie to give it a try holding the pipe towards him. Robbie put his lips on the pipe as Matt lit the torch and heated the bowl instructing Robbie to suck in the smoke as it began to swirl around. Matt let Robbie knwo he should take a couple more hits since it takes a few to really feel the effets. After four good hits Matt could see the effect it was already having on Robbie asking how he felt. Robbie's answer, "I feel more awake". was no surprise. Matt quickly removed his t-shirt and threw it in the back seat exposing his muscular upper body commenting "That stuff always makes me feel very warm. Don't you feel a lot warmer Robbie?" Robbie nodded in agreement as he admired Matt's well defined chest and arms. Matt then suggested for Robbie to remove his shirt. Matt caught Robbie staring as he then showed off his biceps and triceps Matt invited Robbie to feel his arms and chest as he was flexing while letting his rider know that he used to wrestle until he decided to focus on his education. But knew how to stroke the little guys ego. He told Robbie he liked the lean compact body he had as he reached over to touch Robbie's ars, chest and abs. At first this advancement from Matt made Robbie feel a little uncomfortable, but then he had just felt Matt's muscles a few seconds earlier. Besides, the physical contact they made with each other kind of excited him since it had been months since he had any physical contact with another person. Just as they were about to start to drive Matt's phone went off letting him know that he had a text message. Matt looked at the phone then told Robbie that Matt and James were at the girl's place, that there was a pool party going on and that we should join them. Robbie was quick to say "Let's go" to which Matt added "Right on!" adding that they could smoke some more T when latter if Robbie wanted to , and Robbie wanted to. When Matt pulled into his parking space Robbie reached for his shirt only to be stopped. Matt informed him "It's a pool party, I doubt we'll be needing our shirts bro" as they climbed out of the car and headed in the gate. The usual suspects were there some still wearig swim suits, a few bare ass naked. Matt immediately shook hands and gave a hug to Andre who was there to keep order. Steve was out of town for the weekend since he had to take Luke on his first 'working' trip. The kids boyish looks had already brough in a nice sum for Steve that when Matt asked him about having the pool party Steve agreed as long as Andre ws there to keep things from getting out of hand. Andre was a former football player who worked security on campus and was in Steve's back pocket. Although he was very straight, he liked on occasion to fuck a nice piece of white ass. I had a feeling he might tap Robbie before the weekend was through. They quickly found Matt and James in the pool with the girls sitting near them on the deck. As Matt hit the pipe before offering it to his friends in the water. After they each took a couple hits Robbie wasted no time in making some clouds of his own before noticing that both Brandon and James were naked. Bam Bam kooked up at the half naked Matt and Robbie asking "Are you guys here to swim or what?" Matt dropped his shorts, said swimm and jumped into the pool as Robbie watch before following his example. Once in the water Matt worked to get Robbie in the corner alone where he began to make his move first by kissing him then letting his hands roam over his small frame. Robbie was liking the attention he was getting has he allowed Matt to continue his exploration of his mouth with his tongue and his slim body with his more powerful hands. Robbie was a little worried that his close friend might see what was going on, but Matt let him know that Bam Bam's attention was on the girls sitting by the pools edge. The attention Matt was giving Robbie was, along wth the G & T in his system, was making it easy for Matt to manipulate the smaller (and more submissive) Robbie that when he made the suggestion, "Why don't we move this inside to my apartment?" Robbie was quick to agree with a simple nod of his head. Robbie quickly grabbed their shorts and shoes as he followed Matt inside like a puppy dog. Once inside Matt's apartment and before they resumed kissing, Robbie took a brief moment to tell Matt, "I've only done thi a couple times with a friend, I'm." Matt put a finger on Robbie lips to stop him from continuing and said "Their is a first time for everyone, don't worry, we'll take it slow and you can say stop any time you want" knowing full well that the T & G would keep him going. After some more kissing Matt fixed them some drinks and Robbie hit the pipe a few more times. Matt put a larger dose a GHB in Robbie's drink this time and shortly after he finished it had Robbie bent over his couch as he gave him his first rim job. Robbie couldn't help but moan as he felt Matt's tongue circle, lick and penerate his virgin hole as Matt urged him to hit the pipe freely. After Matt was satisfied that he was priming the pump he then had Robbie get on his knees and sucking only the second cock in his young life. Matt was thinking how right Bam Bam was, Robbie was a natural at sucking cock. Maybe he could get Robbie to do a little work on the side for him after he started school. As Robbie held Matt's cock in his throat he felt like he could bust a nut at any moment. He pulled Robbie off him and brought him in for a kiss before leading him to his beroom where he manuvered Robbie on his back allowing him to climb on top after grabbing the lube, poppers and some Tina. As the two kissed Matt began to lube up Robbie's virgin hole. First one finger then as he added more lube and a second finger he made sure to slip a nice shard of Tina inside as well. Through the kissin Robbie attempted to say something about the burn he felt from the Tina only to be quieted by the now more dominant Matt. More lube soon followed along with another shard of Tina as Robbies as was now being stretched and prepared for Matt's cock. When Matt easily had four fingers inside Robbie's hole he broke off the kiss only instruck Robbie to hit the pipe a few more times before he was going to finally get fucked. Robbied ass was so hungry and in need of being filled by Matt's (ot any man's) cock he took five massive hits off the pipe Matt had in the bedroom before turning to Matt and letting himknow he was ready. There was no discussion of status, or condoms as Matt lined his cock up with Robbie's hole. With all the work Matt had doen on opening up Robbie his cock popped in easily and he slowly slid it all the way inside. Matt knew his job was to get Robbie craving to be fucked since Bam Bam wanted the honors of being the first to breed his friend. So aftera good 30 minutes of fucking where Matt had to really concentrate on not cumming they took a break. Matt asked Robbie if he'd like to see the rest of the place. Mat had access to the basement play room and when they got down there Robbie imnediately saw the sling and wanted to jump in. As he laid there Matt asked "You want to try the sling out?" Robbie shook his head and answered "Yes I would." Matt kndw it was time to take thing up a notch and told Robbie "There is only one way you are getting fucked in the sling, you have to let me restrain you and you have to take a slam." Robbie agreed to getting slammed without even knowng what a slam was as Matt secure the straps on his ankles and wrists. Robbie began to panick a little when he applied the tourniquett and had the loaded point in hand, but Robbie seemed to relax a bit after Matt kissed him and told him "The stuff in this point is the same stuff you've been smoking all night, T, and I know you like smoking T, right?" Robbie nodded in agreement before Matt when on, "I know you're going to enjoy slamming, just sit back and enjoy the ride." Matt further explained what to expect with the cough, fast breathing and quickening heart beat as he slid the needle into a fat vein, registered the familiar red swirl and pushed the plunger down. As Robbie's coughing fit began to subside he had to blink his eyes as he saw his naked friend emerge from the shadows and quickly shove his rock hard cock balls deep inside him.

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

Just as I started to catch my breath, he leaned in and kissed me gently at first but then more aggressively—forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. At the same time he pulled my hands up over my head and pinned them down. With every action he was reinforcing his control over me—complete control. I was still pretty fuzzy from the overdose of g he had given me, so it was a lot for me to take in and process. But as he kissed me and held me down—his body heavy on top of me—I felt myself let go and give in to him. I started to kiss him back just as deeply. And I started to grind my hips up toward his cock. “That’s a good boy. You are starting to learn what you are and what you need. And daddy can give you what you need and help you become your true self. Do you understand boy?” I nodded my head slowly as he stroked by face and licked my ear. He pushed himself off of me and looked down “You are one hot fucking piece of ass, boy.” With no warning he grabbed my torso and lifted it up off the bed and over his shoulder—just as he had done with my boyfriend earlier—and started to carry me across the penthouse playroom. As he walked, he slapped my ass a few times, telling me how hot it was to fuck. “You have no idea how great that ass is. I’m not going to ever let you leave, boy. I’m just going to keep you up here fucked up getting fucked all the time. You don’t know it yet, but I’m about to change your life forever.” We finally reached wherever he was going, and he very gently set me down so that I was standing in front of him. Before I could look around he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m going to take such good care of you, boy. You have no idea how much pleasure I’m going to bring to your life. Are you ready?” I looked up into his eyes and nodded. “I want to hear you say you’re ready. Tell daddy you want to be his boy.” “Yes, daddy. I want to be your boy.” He leaned in close and cupped my chin with his hand. “Say it again, boy.” “I want to be your boy, daddy.” He started to shift his weight away from me and shake his head. “I don’t know, boy. You don’t seem like you really want it…” I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his hairy pecs, “Please, daddy, I’ll do whatever you want. Please! I need to be your boy.” I was completely overcome with terror as I thought about never being held or kissed or fucked by him again—this man who had drugged and raped me. I knew that part of it was the lingering effects of the g. But it was more than that. “I think you are ready, boy.” He walked me a few steps backward and leaned me back into a sling that was in a semiprivate alcove at the opposite end of the penthouse from the oversized bed. “This is my own little private play area—my husband can only come here when he’s invited. It’s where I like to break in my new fuck boys.” He gently lifted my legs into the sling and fastened them into cuffs and then pulled me all the way back into the sling and did the same for my right arm. The left arm he left free and pushed a rolling cart with a padded rest underneath. He stepped behind me and grabbed something from a shelf, which I realized was a blindfold as he slipped it over me eyes. “Just relax—daddy’s going to take good care of you. The only way to be my boy is to trust me completely and absolutely. There’s nothing you can do and no way to turn back now, little boy, so you need to make the choice to give yourself to me unconditionally.” I nodded as the words “Yes daddy, anything you want.” tumbled out of my mouth. “Good boy.” I could hear him doing something behind me, but my brain couldn’t make sense of what it was he could be doing. I heard and felt a chair being pulled up beside me on the side where my arm was not restrained. “Hold your arm completely still.” I felt him wipe my arm with something cold and wet—and it only then dawned on my that he was about to use a needle to inject me with something. I must have tensed up a bit because he whispered to me, “Don’t you worry boy. Daddy was a fireman for over thirty years—so he’s had extensive medical training. Just relax and learn to love being my chem boy.” As he said the last few words, let out a deep breath and tried to let go of my anxiety. I felt the smallest prick and a few seconds later I started to cough intensely and suddenly I was alive like I’ve never been before. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I started to pant and moan. And that’s when daddy slipped his hard cock back inside of me. The second he buried his thick cock all the way to the hilt I shot a load. “Fuck, yeah, boy. You like getting slammed and having daddy’s cock all the way inside you??” “YES! Please! Don’t ever stop fucking me. Please!”

*This is mostly fantasy with a little reality thrown in* ---------------------------------------------------------------- Part 1(?) It was Friday night and the beginning of a three day weekend, so what better way to celebrate than to get a little twisted at my favorite bathhouse? I arrived around 9:30PM, even though the parking lot wasn't full yet and paid my entrance (thankfully my bag wasn't checked) and walked straight to my room. Nice, I had gotten lucky and was assigned a deluxe room with a queen-sized bed. After stripping down I opened my bag and pulled out my supplies. A pipe, two lighters and the bag of stuff that would make this night. I also had remembered to bring my blindfold so that any tops with hesitations wouldn't feel shy. The porn playing on my TV was one of the few bareback flicks they had in rotation, a hot number with four smooth Marine boys. I immediately got to packing my pipe and, staring intently at the screen, flicked my lighter on and held it under the fresh bowl. As the white smoke started to swirl around and intensify I took a deep breath. Blub blub blub, went the water in the pipe and immediately the chambers turned bright white as I tasted the slightly unpleasant first taste of the tina. After my lungs could not hold anymore I set the pipe down and instinctively grabbed my cock as I exhaled a huge cloud over the hot boys on TV. "Beautiful," I muttered under my breath, as the thought of these muscle men passing around a pipe and getting spun took hold of my mind. I was rock hard within seconds and took another large hit. After a few minutes I decided to dim the lights and crack open the door to get a feel for the crowd that was present thus far. A couple guys walked by but didn't stop after making eye contact... which is why my preferred position is face down, ass up. I closed the door and took a couple more hits, which was starting to make my freshly cleaned hole twitch for some action. Leaving the pipe slightly visible in the shadows (I get turned on at the thought of getting walked in on while smoking,) I donned my blindfold and settled in diagonally on the bed, facing the wide open door. As expected, within five minutes I felt the familiar sensation of a hand on my leg running up to my ass. My excitement was piqued and I wiggled my butt a little to let this stranger know he was welcome in my ass. "Fuck yea, that's a sweet hole," a deep voice growled. I reached around to feel a heavy, thick cock of about eight inches. I couldn't help myself and turned my body to wrap my lips around his tool as he started to finger my hole. "Mmmmmhmmmmmmm" was all I could muster with my mouth full. "Oh fuck, you're partied up, aren't you boy?" the voice asked and I knew he had seen my pipe sticking out from the wadded up towel by my bed. "Uh huh," I said eagerly. "I love breeding party sluts like you, take a couple hits while I fuck you." This was exactly what I had been hoping for and I wasted no time in lowering my blindfold to grab my pipe. I could see my anonymous fucker now as well. He was a tall middle aged Latino man, with the hint of a six pack and a beefy belly, just how I like them. "That's right," he nodded, "Blow those clouds in the mirror while you watch me fuck your party hole." He slipped his unusually thick meat in my hole as I let out a gasp; his cock was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, stretching me open as he bottomed out in me. I took a hit and let out another white cloud as he smiled approvingly at me and started to pump my ass. "Fuckin' hot, boy. You love my cock in there, huh?" as I moaned in repsonse.. "Fuck yeah, dump your load in that party hole!" I pleaded with him as he quickened his pace and took another hit for his viewing enjoyment. "Yeah" he growled with his eyes closed, signaling he was close. "Cumdump party boy, fucking lookin' for loads and tina huh?" "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah!" I moaned even louder as this is the type of degrading dirty talk that gets my cock hard no matter what I might be on. "I'm gonna fuckin' unload in you boy," he said quickly as he started thrusting like crazy. "Fuck yea, I'm gonna make that hole mine! Uh! Uh! Uhhhhhhhhhh, arrrgh!" he yelled as he slammed into my hole, his cock throbbing with the volleys of his seed shooting in me. "Mmm, fuck yea" I panted as he pulled out and got ready to leave. I just laid there as I was, with a run of cum dripping down my hole and sac for any other guy to see. "Leave the door open." "I got a couple friends coming tonight," he said as he turned to walk out. "They like to blow clouds and love whoring out little chemsluts like you." "You let them know where I am, I'll be here all night."

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

When I am in my home town, it is usually quality. (very conservative area) (not alot of things to do) But look out when I am traveling...................It is QUANTITY all the time. When I am at a club, in a dark room, ass up in a jock, bent over a fuck bench, it is LINE EM UP and load me up. Its a personal challenge to get the most loads fucked in my hole. When I am whoring myself out in a motel, usually blindfolded, ass up, walk in, pump & dump in me and I am in pure heaven.

Depends on the setting. In a 1-on-1 or 3some I prefer quality. In a group setting I prefer quantity

ParTy animals definitely have more fun together. Pushing each other to the nastiest, flip flops. ..completely uninhibited over a few days. Ff69s, rimn, toy's. .sling action. .depositing major load's. ..Bring out the VIAGRA & Trimix. ..for hardcore breeding session's.

I'm going to make the opposite point to the common one here: perhaps you aren't wired that way? Some people love chocolate ice cream. Some people love pistachio ice cream. It's hell if you are expected to like pistachio but chocolate is the only thing that makes you salivate. Same thing with sex. There's an common expectation here that taking every load offered, from every person, every time, is the only way to be a good bottom. That's true -- if you are into it. If you aren't, it's not going to work for you, no matter how hard you try. It's okay to want some kind of closeness with the guys who drop loads in your ass. It's okay if some guys don't turn you on and you aren't interested in having sex with them. It's okay if you aren't into bathhouses or glory holes. If you've tried it and it doesn't work, or if you can't even see it within yourself to make the attempt, figure out what you -do- like and then go after that. After beating myself up for failing as a no-loads refused bitch, I changed course. What did I like? Who did I like? Was the sex better with the kinds of people I liked? Was I able to do more, push through more limits, have more fun, when I worked with my interests instead of against them? Hell yes. In short, it's okay if you want to take every load offered to you. It's okay if you don't. Figure out what works best for you.

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!

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.

I know this first part is long. I want it to set up the rest of the story as it goes along. Part 1 Steve was an entrepreneur in the small college town. He was 30, and had a great body that he knew how to keep in shape. He stood just at over 6' (6'2") and came in at just over 200 pounds. He identified himself a primarily gay he knew when to play it straight (to get corrupt a nice co-ed or straight boy) or gay . Although the town was considered to be small it was home to a large university, large enough that when classes were in session the town's size grew by 5 times its population. Steve new how to conduct his business from this is base of operations. Steve and a monopoly on the town when it came to drugs. He sold everything from weed to ecstasy/molly to Tina along with dick (Viagra & Cialis) pills to get his clientele hard when they partied. He sold best dope in town, and had an assortment of gay boys to pimp out and pussy for the straight crowd. Steve was always looking for new talent and used his converted home to help find those that would eventually end up working for him. The old home he divided into 4 apartments. He kept the largest section for himself to include 3 bedrooms on the second floor, 2 full bathrooms, kitchen, office, living room and the basement (which was his dungeon). There was a two bedroom apartment that occupied part of the second floor and was occupied by 2 co-eds who helped him bring the straight boys in for him to corrupt. The only space left he divided into a one bedroom and a studio to rent to unsuspecting men who would eventually fall under the spell of sex and drugs. He also had a nice, private back yard with a pool and hot tub that allowed for total privacy. He had a young jock wrestler who came by to look at the one bedroom. Ateve imeediately recognized him from an on line hook up site. Although the profile picture hid his face the body and tatoo (that was barely visible) allowed Steve to know more about his prospective tenate then he would have liked. His name was Matt. He was a 20 year old junior who stood 6' with a slim waist and defined muscles weighing in at (what the profile said) 180 pounds. Matt was tired of hanging around the rest of the team (nearly) 24/7 and wanted his own private space to get away. Steve knew the kid was looking for a place to bring guys. The thing Steve really remembered about the kids profile was that he was bi. He looked the kid over as he showed him both the studio and one bedroom. Both of which had recently become vacant when the previous tenants suddenly dropped out of school (actually they were seduced, pozzed and black mailed into going to work for Steve). Steve thought that this kid was too good to put to work as a chem whore. His current 'Alpha Male' (AM) who handled the boys was looking to retire and as much as Steve respected his current AM, no one can retire from his business until Steve decided they retire. Which typically involved selling them on the dark web or drugging them up and leaving them on the other side of the country with a warrrent for their arrest by the authorities inwhich ever town they were dumped in a with enough Meth, Molly and weed to get them arrested and thrown in jail. Steve wasn't sure how he'd deal with the (soon to be)former AM, but Matt was going to be his new AM or end up as a chem whore. Steve mad sure to price the one bedroom so that Matt could not pass it up especially when he saw the pool area and the only other tenants laying out topless by the pool sunning themselves. Steve told Matt that the girls have been his tenants for several years and he was always able to 'tap' one of them on any night but that it was tough since they didn't want to leave the other one out and if he moved in maybe he could be his wing man and they could each have some pussy. Steve went on about the girls finally telling Matt "By the way, did I mentiomn that they are bisecual. Matt was staring intently at the 2 half naked girls thinking about the possibilities of his own place to have the occasional 'hook-up' with some gay boy while having live in pussy to also fuck when he said "I'll take it". Right after Matt was all moved in Steve made sure the girls paid enough attention to him to peak his interest. It didn't take long until one night the 4 of them were by the pool when the girls stripped naked and jumped in for a swim. Steve quickly stripped down to jon the girls in the water and (with little persuation) urged Matt to join them. After they had started to get a little playful the girls hopped out of the water and grabbed a pipe that was well packed with Tina. They began to smoke and Steve quickly joined them in blowing clouds. Steve did he share of weed and molly in his time but was a little apprehensive in front of his new land lord and neighbors. He hoped to just watch and attempted to make a move on one of the girls. She responded by urging him to smoke with them if he was hoping to fuck later. Steve pulled Matt a side to educate him on Tina and how horny it made the girls. He grabbed his shorts and pulled out some Viagra for them both to take as he told Matt that Tina increases horniness and the pleasure felt during sex. Steve added that his orgasms were 100 times stronger and he was able to go longer and multiple times. Matt had little trouble going more then once but needed a little time to get hard again. Steve said to his new tenant, "That's nothing. When I smoke this stuff I can typiacally cum and my cock stays hard allowing me to continue to fuck until I cum a second time. Sometimes the second orgasm is within a minute of the first, sometimes it's a few minutes later, but I am always good for multiple loads." Matt had to ask Steve, "How many load?" Steve held up one hand indicating 5 as he let Matt know that he had once shot 5 loads inside one of the girls before his cock left her twat. Matt was visibly getting aroused at the two spoke as evident by his growing cock. Steve was impressed at not only the length, but the girth. Matt had one hell of an ass splitter. The two guys were brought back to the reality around them as they noticed that the girls weren't going to wait for them as they had begun to make out with each other. Steve reminded Matt that he was going to be his wing man as they rejoined the girls and Matt took his first hit of Tina. Steve played that night straight for Matt. He had a plan and didn't want to scare Matt off. The rest of the night they blew clouds and Matt had his first exposure to straight chem sex as he fucked both coeds.

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

I had been chatting to this guy on BBRTS a couple of times but it never worked out. However I was walking home yesterday lunch time and I past two NYPD officers on the corner of 50/10 in Hells Kitchen. One of them looked familiar - It was him! I looked at him and smiled and he had a smile on his face and I kept walking. 15 seconds later he stopped me. He was on his own. He asked me if I was free for 15 mins in half an hour. I said yes. He said he was going to swing by my apartment. I gave him my address and walked home. I got home and cleaned. 5 mins later I get a text that he was coming up. I answered the door in my jock as he requested. He was in his uniform. We went into the bed room and and I undid his trousers. He was very sweaty (like a real man) and his arms were on fire! He was already pretty hard but i get hid dick wet. He pushed me on the bed, spat on my hole and slide hid dick in and started pounding me. He was a good size. Lots of poz verbal too, which is a winner! He shot is load in about 10 mins. Pulled out and stuck his dick in my mouth to clean. Sorted out is uniform and left. Hopefully seeing his again for a longer session soon. I'm ShootInsideMe on BBRTS, if u are in NYC and want to dump a load ;-)

the more of you do this and we'll have the answer which offers the highest barebackers u guys to the same and let's compare stats, within500 km, using gps for each: grindr, using tribes=poz : 14 guys scruff, "he's into poz"search: 154 guys bbrt, geolocation: more than 210 guys conclusion: grindr is for girls, bbrt is the best Quote Quote this

If I had to choose one good long hard fuck for an hour or 10 quickies in an hour I will take the 10 quickies everytime. As a bottom I love the submissive feeling of servicing several men, the more I service, the better I feel about myself.

The Third Method: On meeting a 'Master' for the first time he hold me that he was just going to take the strap to my arse - and that would be it. But by the end he was so fucking turned-on that he just unzipped and with no lube or even spit he just pushed his cock into my hole and fucked. Within minutes dumping a load. I never went back to him and for a few weeks didn't know if he was Poz or not.

"Sex is like pizza; even when it's bad it's still pretty good." -- Stephen Baldwin in "Threesome" (great film from 1993, check it out!) I totally enjoy quality sex and fortunately get plenty of it, but, if i have to choose, the bottom beast in me loves heavy, multi-partner use in front of other guys... so put me in a sling or on a fuck bench and line them up and use me like a piece of sexual livestock til my jockhole is trashed and dripping cum like a whore on an army base.

A few days ago I topped a new guy I met off of bbrt. He had a quick connect ad saying he was looking for loads and already had two. I hit him up on my way home from work and went to his place. I walked it and he was down on his all fours ass up on the floor of his living room. I slid right in that hole without any lube. He had two loads inside and I could feel them both. I fucked him pretty hard and could hear his hole getting sloppy (yum!). As I am 90% bottom, I came pretty fast. We talked after: he is fully verse and wants to load me up sometime. Tonight I got a load from a guy off Grindr. His roommate was home but in his room so we had to keep it quiet. He was white, mid 20s, average body, 6 inch cock. Pumped me for a few mins and quietly unloaded inside me. Quick but good fuck.

There IS (at least for me) quite adifference in a condomed cock and a raw one. Condoms aren't comfortable and I have to use a LOT of lube to make it enjoyable. Raw sex is more natural, feels better and way hotter. Sometimes I can even feel the cum shooting inside me, but not always. I love the wetness of a fresh load in me and I love when another top and another one use the last man's load as lube. My hole revels in it! I love to have y ass eaten afterwards, if the top or a hungry bottom, is so inclined, but I always hunger for more cum! I get off on the thought that a man has shot his essence into me.

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. :-)

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.

Fuck was good I jo so good hope we get more

As I lay here with my brother next to me I look at that peach fuzz body and say to my self should I fuck it again.

I only top bareback. Once I decided I wanted to fuck Raw, it was the only way. I've said it before and will say it again. I like to fuck raw, shoot my load deep and never ever ever pull out. If a guy asks me to pull out before I cum and "shoot on his back" or "face" I'd rather say no to the fuck. The most pleasure I get is fucking a nice hole and unloading my cum deep inside. If they ask for condoms I say no. I don't feel anything with a condom and my dick usually just goes limp.

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty-Nine I continued to suck the cock in my mouth, as my hole was fucked hard and deep. My own cock was hard, but I wasn’t sure if I was leaking or if it was more cum running from my hole. I could hear chatter behind me, but was not sure what was being said. The cock in my hole slammed in deep, pulsing as it pumped it’s second poz load deep in my hole. The cock in my mouth pulled out, taking the mouthful of spit with it, I could feel the spit running down my chin. “Front hole is open” someone said. The cock in my hole pulled out and another cock slid in. Someone put the bottle of poppers back under my nostril. I inhaled deep again and held it. The bottle was moved to my other nostril, I inhaled deeply and held it. I could feel the rush intensifying. “My mouth is open for cock” I said. Almost instantly a cock presented it’s self to me and I took it in deep. I formed a ring around the shaft as my tongue was running up and down it. The cock slid into the back of my mouth and down in my throat. Hands gripped my hair, holding on tight, as the cock began to thrust in and out of my mouth and throat. The man fucking me was slapping my ass checks as he drove his cock deep into my fuck hole. Each cheek was getting a bit warm as he continued the slapping. “Fuck him good” someone yelled “Damn Drew, your boy is almost as good as you” “Like father like son” another voice called out. “Yeah, they both are cum whores” The man fucking me slammed his cock deep into my hole, shooting his load. “Move your ass, it’s my turn in that boy pussy” someone yelled. I could feel the man in my hole being pushed out of the way. As soon as he was gone someone pushed in. My hole was getting sore, very sore, but I was determined to get through the second round. “Fuck his hole is puffy and sloppy” “Just like a good whore should be” someone said, “Isn’t that right Daddy Drew” “Fuck yeah it is, especially boy pussy” my Dad answered. It didn’t take long for the cock inside my hole to shoot it’s load. The cock fucking my mouth just continued, but he had slowed down. Each time his crotch and balls met my face he would press into me hard. The spent cock in my hole pulled out and was replaced by another. This one didn’t waste time, he quickly started to roughly fuck my hole. His cock stabbed at the back of the inside. Each stab hurt just a little, which caused me to grunt when the cock was not in my throat. The cock in my mouth pulled out some, which allowed the little brown bottle to be shoved under my nose again. Inhaling deeply, I felt the rush run through me. Once the bottle was pulled away, the cock started to fuck my mouth again. “I’m gonna cum, give me that hole” someone said. The cock in my ass pulled out and a new one moved in. I felt a shot of cum hit my puffy hole and then the cock was pushed into me deep. “Dumping my AIDS” the man said. There was cheers from the rest. As soon as he was done, he pulled out and so did the cock in my mouth. The cock that was fucking me before slid back in and started to pound me. “Mixing those strains” he said. A cock was presented at my mouth, a new one. “Taste that AIDS cum, pussy boy” the man said, “this cock just pulled out of your hole, NOW CLEAN IT.” I didn’t hesitate. I took it into my mouth deep. The taste of the mixture of ass juice and toxic loads filled my mouth and I eagerly sucked it down. “Clean that cock son” my Dad said in my ear, “Get that load out of that cock in your ass and we will move you to the sling” “Yeah fucker, but the blindfold stays on” I tried to push back on the cock in my hole, but being tied down to the fuck bench I didn’t move much. I tried to squeeze my hole more around the cock, but it didn’t move much, only added to the soreness. The cock in my mouth pulled out. I felt a hot breath on my face. I assumed the owner of the cock I was cleaning knelt down. “Good job boy” he said, “always knew you would grow up and be like your Dad. Coach Paul and I had a bet on who would get you first. Bastard won” I just grunted from the fucking of my hole. The cock had picked up speed and was getting rougher. “Every time I saw that ass walking the halls, my cock got hard boy.” he said. Suddenly his lips touched mine, locking me in a hot kiss. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. His hands were holding my face as he kissed me passionately. I felt his goatee against my face, which caused so tickling and some prickling of my skin. We head that kiss as I was getting pounded. The cock inside me pushed in hard and deep and stayed there. I knew he was unloading one more toxic load into my hole. The man kissing me broke our lip lock, rubbed his hand in my wet hair and said: “Good boy” Leaving me wondering who it was. I knew it was someone that knew Coach Paul, but who. I also knew he was at my school. So many possibilities. As the man pulled his spent cock out of my hole, I was being untied by other men. Before I could move, I was lifted up and flipped. “Off to the sling”

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty Eight The more I was on the fuck bench unable to more, the more my legs and arms ached. I tried to concentrate on the men fucking me, but I was hurting. I could hear the men cheering as they continued to fuck me. I had really lost count on how many of the men had fucked me and dumped their toxic loads into my boy pussy, as they were calling it. “Drew, think we have time for round two, now that he only has two more loads to take” “Fuck yeah, I wanna give him another load”
 “I don’t see why not, he’s not going anywhere,” Dad said. “Damn we haven’t given someone sixty loads since Garrett was initiated” an anonymous voice said, “and he bitched about it” “I didn’t bitch” Garrett said laughing I had two more loads to collect and I was in the club officially and it didn’t seem like i had a choice of wether or not I wanted to do “round two.” I was silent, only moaning as I was fucked harder and harder. I had put my head down, not sure what to do or think” “Look at me son” Dad said. I looked up and Dad was kneeling in front of me. He had a smile on his face and I could see he was proud of me for getting through my gang bang initiation. “Round two won’t be that hard, most of the men are fucking and sucking each other now. They will only want to shoot in your hole.” he said. “Fuck Daddy, if we are going to do round two, let’s do it right. They fuck me and use my hole to make them cum” I said. “That’s my fucking boy” he said proudly. Standing up, he got the attention of the men behind me. The man fucking me continued. Dad’s hard cock was right in front of my face and if I could grab it, I would have had it down my throat. “Okay guys, the boy is up for round two, only he wants it done right, no using each other’s holes to get close then cum in his pussy. He wants his hole used as all the way” The men behind me cheered as they heard this. The man fucking me gripped my hips harder and slammed his cock in deep. His cock pulsed and twitched as he pumped his load deep into my sloppy, cum filled hole. “Load 29” he yelled, “I will be ready when it’s time to put load 59 in” He pulled out and the last man slid into my hole. There was no resistance and it was so wet from the cum that his dry cock just slid in balls deep with ease. “Fuck this hole is full” he said as he began to pump my hole. I could hear men in the back huffing poppers, getting their rush as round two would be beginning as soon as this man shot his load into me. He was gripping my hips tightly, as his hard cock pumped in and out of my hole. Cum was running down from my hole, to my balls and down my cock. His grunting was loudly, as his thrusts were short and hard. I could feel his cock tense up as he was close to shooting his load. The cheering behind me got loader and they all began to chant: “Shoot, shoot, shoot” “The Club welcomes our newest poz member!” Dad said. He moved around to my face and knelt down. His lips locked on mine, his tongue went into my mouth and he kissed me long and deep. He pulled back smiling. “Get the blindfold, let’s let him stretch and then it’s back down on the bench for round two!” A dark piece of fabric was placed over my eyes and nose and tied behind my head. I felt my legs and arms being untied. Two arms on each side of me helped me up off the fuck bench. I stood for just a moment, then moved. “Look at that goddam cum waterfall between his legs” someone shouted. “Fuck I hope we got that on film” “I sure did, I get it from beginning to end” one of the cameraman said. I could still feel the cum running out of my hole down my legs as I slowly moved about. I was being held up by two unknown men still. “Fuck, would y'all look at Garrett,’ someone said, “the perv is down on his knees licking up that river of cum” I could hear slurping coming from below. “Here get it from the source” one of the men holding me up said. I was turned around and bent forward. I pushed my ass out and waited for Garrett’s mouth and tongue to touch my hole and it didn’t take long. His tongue was licking all over my ass, even getting down to my balls. “Any one wanna get in here?” he asked, then moving his mouth to my hole. I felt his hand on my ass cheeks, pulling them apart to get his mouth deeper on my hole. The room filled with a slurping noise as he suck the cum out of my hole. “Leave some so we have some lube for round two” Dad said, pulling him off my hole. “Ah Daddy, you such a party pooper” Garrett said jokingly. “Let’s getting on the bench, I need my cock up that boy pussy!” someone said. I was moved back to the bench and tied back in place. Once I was there I thought that they would remove the blind fold, but I was wrong. I felt someone pul my cock and balls out from under me and placing them against the bench but pointing down. I felt a hand on my back, as someone presented my nose with the little brown bottle, pinching the other nostril shut, as I deeply inhaled. At the same time a cock rammed balls deep in me. I inhaled again, then held it for about ten seconds. Once the bottle was away from my nose, a cock head touched my lips, pressing and opening my mouth. The man fucking my hole grabbed my hips and started to pound my ass roughly as the man who’s cock I was sucking, grabbed my head and started to face fuck me. All I could do was moan as I was fucked at both ends. Round two had started and I was again a pig in heaven.

The young white guy smiles as he looks at my used and battered hole. Running the head up and down my hole I twitch as the sensitive ring reacts to him. The head slowly starts to push forward, my used hole feels the familiar sting before settling in. His wiry pubes are already against me. My mouth full of the massive black dick my throat is tight and I can barely breath. I try and move my hard back for breath. Only to feel two hands latch onto me really quick. "Bitch you stay on this dick!" The black guy shouts. "Yeah fucking this sloppy hole." The young guy in me shouts. "Yeah once this white boy is out of you gonna give you all this black dick bitch. Have you begging for this load." He laughed while rubbing my head. "Ah shit yes eat this dick bitch!" The guy behind me begins to speed up. His dick is long and uncut. It doesn't tear me as much as the first guy. However, he's in me so deep. I want him to add his load into me. "Fuck fuck fuck!" He shouts before blasting his load into me. "Yeah. Take it bitch. Take it." He screams before he roughly pulls out. Slapping my ass he laughs as he walks out. "Guess you know what's happening now right bitch?" The black dick is removed from my mouth and I can finally breath. "Take a deep breath on those poppers bitch. You're gonna need it." He starts to push in.....I want to scream.

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

Would love to meet you. Rainbow is a sleazy dark bathhouse. I am a pig when there.

i will be going again. cant get enough of MAL. my room has been booked.

P O Z Z SEX A D D I C T , MY PERVERTED DESIRE IS MAKING LOVE WITH OTHER TOXIC PIGS WHO HAS F U L L B L O W N AIDS LOOKING FOR INTIMATE PERVERSION WITH INTENSE PHYSICAL MENTAL VERBAL EYE TO EYE CONNECTION. LONG SESSIONS OF BREEDING WITH HARDCORE PIGS WITH ( A I D S L O O K ) (FACIAL WASTING, LEAN MUSCLE, SKINNY ARMS AND LEGS HARD BELLY, BUFFALO HUMP ETC, THIS IS WHAT MAKES MY D I C K ROCK HARD A LOT OF PEOPLE GET TURNED OFF ON A MAN THAT HAS AIDS, OR WASTING OR U CAN TELL THAT THEY HAVE AIDS. I LOOK AT THAT MAN AND I ASPIRE TO BE HIM AND LOOK LIKE HIM.I THINK THE LOOK OF AIDS IS BEAUTIFUL AND I WANT TO BELONG TO THE AIDS BROTHERHOOD SO BAD. I WANT TO BE A FUCKING CUMDUMP 4 ALL, I WANT THAT POSION PUMPED IN ME DEEP AND OVER AND OVER, I LOVE 4 A P O Z Z TOP TO WORK ON MY HOLE TO RIP IT OPEN SO I CAN ACCEPT HIS WONDERFUL Sarah Palin DEATH SEED. I WANT YOU TO IMPREGNATE WHILE I BEG YOU FOR AIDS BABIES, WHILE MY HOLE SQUEEZES YOUR DEATHSTICK WHILE YOU FLOOD MY HUNGRY C U N T WITH YOUR AIDS STRAINS TO MUTATE IN MY BALLS FOR IMPREGNATING OTHER PIGS I CELEBRATE THE SLEAZY, DARK SIDE OF SEX. I LOVE SLURPING RIPE PITS, NURSING BIG NIPPLES, LOVE HEAVY SMOKERS, I SMOKE ABOUT 3 PACKS OF NEWPORT 100S A DAY. LOVE RIMMING AND CLEANING DIRTY TOXIC HOLES, PISS, FELCHING.LOVE GANGBANGS, ORGIES,99 AND OTHER TABOOS. AIDS IS BEAUTIFUL, I AM A TOXIC SEX SEEKING A D D I C T WHORE, THAT NEEDS POZZ PIGS WITH HVL LOADS OR AIDS, TO FINALLY CONVERT ME, I WANT U TO VERBALLY, MENTALLY, AND PHYSICALLY ***** ME. I WANT AIDS, I LOVE AIDS, I CRAVE AIDS. I WANT EVERYTHING AIDS HAS IN STORE 4 ME. I WANT TO GET FUCKING D E A T H LY SICK AND THEN WATCH MYSELF WASTE AWAY TO A SKELTON AND I WILL BE PROUD TO GO WITH AIDS, SO BREED ME WITH AIDS BABIES, GET ME FUCKING SICK MAN, I NEED, WANT, AND DESERVE AIDS, D E S T RO Y MY WORTHLESS C U N T , I ALSO NEED YOUR POZZ PISS AND S H ITT , STDS, S NOT,PUK E. INITIATE ME INTO SATANS BROTHERHOOD. P O Z Z SEX A D D I C T , MY PERVERTED DESIRE IS MAKING LOVE WITH OTHER TOXIC PIGS WHO HAS F U L L B L O W N AIDS LOOKING FOR INTIMATE PERVERSION WITH INTENSE PHYSICAL MENTAL VERBAL EYE TO EYE CONNECTION. LONG SESSIONS OF BREEDING WITH HARDCORE PIGS WITH ( A I D S L O O K ) (FACIAL WASTING, LEAN MUSCLE, SKINNY ARMS AND LEGS HARD BELLY, BUFFALO HUMP ETC, THIS IS WHAT MAKES MY D I C K ROCK HARD

Depends on what "too long" is, and sometimes we forget that guys aren't machines that just just drop a load in 30 seconds or less. So let's assume, for instance, that you're moving into 15 minutes to 20minute territory as your average time to cum, as typical is 10 minutes +/-5. There's a host of things to consider. Age, environment, presentation, lubricant, and interaction to name a few common ones that I've run across that will slow an already slow to cum me into "probably not gonna happen" territory. As a guy in his 30s, age isn't a strong issue for me, but as guys age, they need a little more stimulation and excitement to pop. Environment can be a big one, yapping dogs, TV on non-porn, blaring radios, shitty neighborhoods, blaring sirens, screaming kids, strange smells, strong smells, hoarding, filth, excessive heat or humidity, proximity to others (neighbors, people I know, lurkers to the action, etc), anything that will make someone feel unsafe, uncomfortable, creeped out, paranoid, or like they are walking into a bad situation can all slow me down and keep me distracted. Not expecting white glove cleanliness in a well appointed room in a perfect house in a gated community, but I think we can all say we've had that experience where walking through the front door left you wanting a shower or to turn and run. I'd I feel like I'd have a better time and less need for a tetanus shot rolling around at the landfill, you're probably not getting my load. Presentation is another area where guys seem to think they can be slobs as well. I like bigger guys, we're not talking about just being overweight (though that can also be an issue for some tops, especially if you've lied significantly in your profile), but guys who's personal appearance and/or hygiene leaves a lot to be desired, who are so high they can't function or are spastic, are wearing frilly panties or thongs, those can all slow me down or send me running for the exit. And finally, interaction. This is where guys can do the most idiotic things that ruin a good lay. Some guys start from the beginning with "cum in me," and it's like they never let up on asking for the load, and it's like, "can you give me a fucking minute to get there without sounding like a kid in a toy store who won't take no for an answer? Conversely, there are the dead fish guys, completely corpse like with zero feedback whatsoever who miss all the cues that I need a little verbal or noise to get me over the top,the guys who are just non-resoinsive to things like "yeah, I'm getting close," "do you want my load," "you like that dick," etc. Then there are the guys who play 20 questions, similar to fucking while playing Jeopardy, they ask the most bizarre things that do nothing but make you stop and figure out what they just said because the question isn't remotely sexual or sexy time appropriate, or volunteer things like we're supposed to be debating shit on The View. Then there's the guy who "tries to help" a little too much. Yeah, offering a tighter hole may help some guys, but if you clamp down like a vice grip, you just slowed it down, not speeded it up. Also, if you've been fairly passive and suddenly go all take charge turbo power bottom, you're going to fuck up my rhythm and make my cock fall out. Those are the common things I've seen bottoms do to fuck up a situation. But one more thing to consider, some guys just don't pump and dump efficiently. I, for one, am not a three pump chump, 5minute warrior, 10minute lay, or a 15minute marathon. On a good day, horny as fuck, three day load, good mesh of excellent conditions, am still going to take about 20minutes. Guys like me, well, relax, enjoy the ride, I warned you ahead of time this wasn't going to be quick, so don't keep asking "if I came yet" like some snot nosed brat on a road trip.

Part 2 Master is fingering my hole with his thick finger as he drives. It's been an hour and finally he reveals our destination. "You got lucky, boy. I know a rest stop where you can suck and get fucked for hours." I moan at the thought. "Ya I'm gonna get you really piggy. See this rest stop is known as a fuck stop. Everyone knows it's only for sleazy cock sluts and the men they serve. You ready for that faggot?" I nod and moan. "No you ain't boy not yet. He pulls out a rig. "You need this in you first, I think your first is wearing out" he said with a grin. I didn't think he knew, then again I didn't even care to think about anything other than being a fuck hole for this alpha man. We arrive. The outside is completely normal, but that changes as we enter the restrooms. A symphony of male lust surrounds us as we walk past piss pigs kneeling under a golden stream, cocksuckers getting throat fucked and bottom sluts getting stretched out by big white dick. Master leads me to a stall and administers my slam. I cough heavy and lose my breath. "Oh fuck hail meth! Hail Sarah Palin! Fuck ya im a slut for Sarah Palin" the words fly out of my mouth. They caught the attention of some studs. "That's a good boy! Take that slam. Get over here and suck this big cock, slut" master nods and I hungrily swallow the fat uncut cock. I feel a hand on my hole then a blunt pain shooting through my body quickly turned into a powerful pleasure. I scream around the cock in my mouth but it only makes the stud shove his cock deeper down my throat causing my throat to bulge. Master unleashes a torrent of yellow piss on me as I hump back on the cock splitting my hole open. All I can think about is how I wish I had another hole to take more cock into. I'm moaning like a whore around my studs cock. I hear grunting behind me and I clench my hole to milk the load out of the big cock in my ass.. "take. This. Fucking . Load. FAGGOT! He releases big globs of hot cum so deep in my hole I can almost feel it in my stomach. He slaps my ass and walks away. I'm still gagging and choking on the big cock in my mouth when I feel a hand on my ass forcing two fingers in my hole then quickly out. My hole gapes open letting out almost all the cum just deposited in me with a splat on the ground. Seeing how much cum I was holding in my hole pushed the stud at my mouth over the edge and he started filling my mouth with cum. It was so bitter but I loved it. I swallowed as quickly as I could but he was overflowing my mouth.. I caught what I could in my hands and licked it up. He chuckles and spits on my face. I push it to my mouth and savor the taste of his spit. I feel the fingers on my hole again and realize I don't know who they belonged to. I turn around to see a sexy, muscular biker wearing all leather. His hard muscle glistens with sweat. He has nothing on under his leather jacket leaving his hairy torso exposed. I immediately turn around a start to nuzzle his cod piece. "Damn boy, I need a fuck hole that loves cock as much as you do." Master looked up "he's yours if you want him. I wanted to see if he deserved to be here and he definitely does. He can come here again if he wants my cock but I won't stop another alpha man from taking possession of a cock sucker". The biker grabbed my chin and roughly thrusted it up, "hear that boy? You're mine now" he spit into my face and rubbed it in. We get outside and he leads me to his bike. I get on behind him and wrap my arms around his hard body.. I wonder where he's taking me. I hope there's plenty of hard cock..

Home from the guy

Tweaking and perving hard! Same for Wickr?

when I was getting dicked down on the regular a few years ago, my hole went from looking like an anus to a loose whore's pussy. The dude that was giving it to me really can't be called my "boy friend" per se. There was no feelings of love. It was a weird, sugar daddy-ish, long term fuck, live in whore, kind of relationship. I spend most of my time at his place, going back to my apartment only to get some alone time or give our "relationship" a break. But when we were together, the sex was hot, constant, perverted and dirty. I was a poor college student at the time so having a rich benefactor was great. So great, in fact, that I quit school for a bit to take of him and his needs. He usually liked to be woken up with a blow job that often turned into fucking. He'd go to work and I'd spend the day swimming in the pool at his house, tanning, and tidying up. Before he returned, I'd have to make sure my hole was clean and prep'd. As soon as he came home, I'd be waiting with a jock strap on or totally nude. I'd help him remove his clothes then give him some oral. Most times he just wanted me to worship his magnificent black cock by kissing and licking while he stood over me. He'd then have a light meal then the sex would begin. Sometimes it was "regular" done on the sofa or bedroom. Other times it was in the "playroom", a sex room complete with a St Andrew's Cross, sling, and fuck bench. He'd punish the fuck out of my ass, fucking hard and deep with both his cock and large dildos. He was insatiable for an older guy, especially when he took his "Vitamin V." He could fuck like a beast until the wee hors of the morning at times. There were occasions where he hosted sex parties/orgies or invited a couole of friends over for cards and "entertainment." My point is, after a while, I noticed that my hole became loose. When I looked at it in the mirror, it went from round and tight to kind of oval-ish and slightly gaping all the time. At time, I could even feel a cool breeze rush up into me. Sex bacame painless when he first penetrated me. It got to the point where small butt plugs didn't stay in me, medium ones would come out if I coughed or sneezed. I was afraid of becoming incontinent but there never really was any leakage, other than his cum that he deposited in me frequently. I miss those days...

Matt was dreaming, a pound sensation happening over and over again. He could feel his cock swell and harden in his dream-like state. He fantasized about taking raw cock. He imagined his teammates like Bryan, a soccer stud and football god, holding him down, forcing him to take his cock. He picture Diego, a hot latino buddy of his with a lean body and tan skin, shoving his cock into his mouth, forcing Matt to gag on his uncut latino dick. This dream was making Matt's cock swell. Next his teammates morphed into different versions of themselves. Bryan had pierced nipples and a pierced cock, sporting a big scorpion tattoo on the side of his abdomen, sweet dripping down his abs as he forced Matt to take his cock balls deep. Matt knew he was fantasizing about Bryan being poz, a leather cockring around his 7 inch cock. Likewise, Diego sported a big biohazard tat just above his cock and below his hairless, perfect abs. He looked gaunt and leaner than Matt had remembered. Fuck this was a hot dream, Matt thought. Feeling Bryan forcing his poz cock into his tight hole as Diego shoved his cock down his willing throat. Slowly the fucking became more intense, Matt feeling the momentum ripple through his whole body, like he was quickly swinging back and forth, almost like a hammock. He felt a pinch on his nipple, causing Matt to slightly open his eyes, seeing darkness. Slowly the sound of moaning flooded into his consciousness. It sounded like a group of men all fucking, sucking, gagging on cock. A thick black cock appeared before his eyes, slowly forcing its way into his mouth. Reflexively, Matt opened his mouth, allowing the 9 inch cock to enter his mouth and slide down his throat. His concentration on the black cock was broken by his body being slammed forward, forcing him to bob up and down on the cock. Opening his eyes wider, he was eye level with the torsos of at least five guys. Confused, in a moment of panic, he choked on the cock in his throat and tried to lift his head. "Well, looks like Matt is finally wake," Matt heard Trent's familiar voice say. A few men laughed. Matt, the evening rushing back to him, slowly realized who he was with. "Most everyone showed up why you were passed out on G, fag. These are my poz breeding brothers." Matt, eyes adjusting to the darkness, made out that there was at least 8 or 9 guys in the room with him. A muscular latino with a big cock and an emaciated look continued pounding Matt's hole without interruption. Matt couldn't help but think that this guy must be in the late stages of AIDS. His cheeks were prominent on his wasted face, without an ounce of fat on his body. Seeing that, knowing that his poz load may well be lethal caused Matt's hole to tighten up on his cock, hoping to squeeze out the toxic cum he was quickly becoming addicted to. "You passed out from a little to much G, baby," Trent continued, "so we carried you over to a sling room, getting you positioned for everyone to fuck you. You must have taken at least a dozen toxic loads by now." Matt could feel his hole, the soreness now coming to his attention, as the latino guy came in him and an older daddy taking his place within seconds. He felt the older man pulling on his jockstrap. Matt wonder when they had slipped that back on him. He could still feel the cockring he had on early squeezing his limp T dick. He began moaning louder as the daddy fucking him began to thrust faster and faster, the pain in Matt's hole increasing with the onslaught. He felt someone place a bottle in his hand, knowing it was poppers. He held it up to his nose, inhaling deeply, feeling his hole respond by sucking in the cock that was fucking him. "Hit it again," Trent commanded. Matt inhaled, his hole feeling nice and loose, his face flushed. "Again," Trent said. Matt inhaled strongly again. His head beginning to swim from the lack of air and the effects of the poppers. "Again," and Matt dutifully obeyed, his breaths becoming swallower and faster as he attempted to get some air. "Keep going," Trent commanded again, Matt's head rushing and his hands shaking. Someone took the bottle before he spilt it, with Matt barely noticing. He didn't even feel the extra few fingers that had invaded his hole along side the older daddies cock. God, Matt thought, he had never felt so loose before. The older man pulled his cock out after a few more minutes of fucking him, presumably having blasted his DNA all over over Matt's guts. He walked over to Matt's head, forcing him to suck the cum covered cock clean. Matt tasted it, the cum covered cock, a mixture of all the toxic loads that had been dumped in him. He could feel the warmth of the cock, hot from having been buried in his rectum just seconds ago. He even taste a hint of blood, mixed with another flavor. "Fuck," the older man moaned, "this slut loves ass-to-mouth. How does your boypussy taste?," he asked. Matt moaned a muffled yes the best he could, the cock hitting the back of his throat, Matt trying his best to suppress his gag reflex. He noticed his hole was empty and he desperately wanted a cock to fill it. His wish was fulfilled a second later by a random black guy he hadn't seen before. "Fuck," Matt thought, "his cock is fucking thick." It was hurting Matt as much as it felt good, but he was so desperate to get fucked, he wasn't going to say a word. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Trent, a small camcorder in hand, filming Matt's corruption on camera. Dan seemed to be filming something similar on his phone. Trent saw Matt looking. "You ready to be a pornstar boy?" "MMhhmmm" Matt moaned, cock in his mouth. The thought of being exposed online got him so hard, his hole tighten around the cock in his hole. Trent got close in with the camera. The cock in Matt's mouth taken out. Trent leaned in, focusing the camera on Matt's face. "You ready for another toxic load faggot?" "Yes sir," Matt replied in a moaning, whiney voice the jock stud would have never have sounded like only 24 hours ago. "Are you ready to take another HIV+ load in your hole?" "Yes sir, please. I want more poz cum." "How old are you boy?" Trent asked for the camera. "18" "And your still in high school?" "Yes sir. Jefferson high school." "What's your name?" "Matt. Matt... Pierson." Matt couldn't believe he was admitting this on cam but it made him hornier and hornier. The meth was making him lose all his inhibitions. His limp tina cock was calling the shots now, and it was telling Matt to expose himself as the AIDs whore he was. "Say hi to your mom and dad," Trent prompted, a sinister smile on his face. He zoomed in on Matt's face. "Hi mom and dad," Matt said smiling meekly at the camera, slightly ashamed but mostly aroused. "Do you know who is fucking how?" Trent asked him. "No sir, I've never met any of these men before." "And what are they wearing for protection?" "Nothing, it's all bareback." "And you wanted that?" Trent questioned him again. "Yes sir." "And you know what we all have?" "Everyone is poz sir. They have HIV+ and I've been taking their loads all night." "That's right faggot. You've been turned into a hole, a cumdump taking loads from complete strangers, poz strangers." Trent panned the camera over to Matt's hole, to get a perspective of Matt taking raw cock. He watched the cock slide in and out of Matt's hole. The hole remained gaping open, it's edges red and puffy from being fucked for hours. Cum dripped out of his open hole, cum making the bands of his jockstrap wet. A pool of cum and lubed pooling in the low point of the sling.Trent kept Matt's face in frame the entire time. Trent asked Matt, "And who do you want to become poz from your school? Who do you want to fuck you?" Without thinking, Matt responded, "Diego, Bryan, Chris, Louis, my soccer teammates." "And what has turned you into a cumdump whore? What drug?" "I've slammed crystal meth, tina, all night." Dan, ready for the prompt, got the gear ready, going over to Matt and tying off his arm. Holding the point up to the camera. Trent, finding the perfect angle, continued filming. On camera, you saw the point go into Matt's arm, the scarlet color of his blood when the plunger was pulled back. Slowly, Dan pushed the plunger in, Matt's face becaming red. Matt coughed, the rush pervading his body for the third time in a day. "How does it feel?" Trent asked. "I feel like a fucking god! I feel so good. I want to get fucked hard, by more poz cock." His eyes went wide, guys switched positions, another cock feeling his hole. Trent handed the cam to Dan and started preparing for their next activity. Guys continued to come and leave, the crowd a little less then earlier, when Matt was just waking up from his G overdose. Trent pulled a rag out of his bag, spraying Maximum Impact on it. He knew Matt could tolerate a heavy dose. Going over to Matt, he managed to tie it around his head, knowing it would force him to inhale through the cloth. Matt, letting Trent control him, accepted the cloth without question. He could smell the chemical scent of it, quickly feeling its affects. He felt like his surroundings were becoming mute, a sensation of being underwater. He could feel Trent fingering his hole, sticking in all for fingers with no resistance. Trent tuck in his thumb, slowly working it in. Slowly moving it in and out, his knuckles making a bit of forward progress each time. He could hear Matt moaning in pain, knowing that each breath was taking him more and more out of it. Fast enough, he felt Matt's hole give way, his hand becoming sucked in up to the wrist, feeling Matt surrounding his hand with his hole. "God," Trent thought, "my fag is perfect. I'm going to love training him over the next couple of months." Dan continued filming, catching ever second of Matt's descent into depravity, his complete loss of innocence. Trent could't help but smile, thinking about what a hot video this evening would make. Knowing that it would be the tool to form Matt into the poz cumdump he was meant to be. Trent continued working his hand out, feeling the hole push him out. Again, he started pushing in, feeling the hole grasping his hand. Matt, head spinning and feeling lightheaded, felt Trent's hand invading his hole. It felt so intense, feeling him up each time he entered, the pain worth every second of that wonderful feeling. How could it fill so fantastic to have a hand in him? He could feel it pressing on his bladder, his prostate. Trent was going faster, stretching his hole, lube and toxic cum plopping out with each withdrawal of Trent's hand. Suddenly, Matt felt Trent hitting this spot, stimulating a spot in Matt that made his dick go wild. Before he realized it, Matt noticed that he had pissed him, drenching his jock in the few places left that hadn't been drenched by cum or sweat. It was the last thing he distinctly remembered from the rest of the evening, fists still forcing their way in and out of his hole, cocks entering his mouth and hole, random men dumping their poz seed in him. Trent smiled, happy to see his faggot totally blissed out, taking fists and cocks without resistance. In one evening he had transformed a neg stud boy into a filthy faggot full of dirty toxic seed. He knew that when Matt woke up the next day that he'd be conflicted, still not totally convinced of what he had done. Trent knew that the crash from his high would also leave him feeling weak and vulnerable. Trent knew he would have to coach him through it the first time, taking care of him, making sure he didn't run off to his parents or the emergency room, desperately hoping PEP could still save him. After a few more hours, Trent and Dan helped Matt down from his sling, helping him walk back through the building, out a back exit and to the car. Matt was still in just his jock, cum, sweat, and piss covering his body. Dan and Trent had changed already, looking like the clean cut guys they held themselves out to the world to be. They chatted, talking about meeting up the next day. While Matt was sleeping off his crash, he and Dan would edit the footage they had taken tonight, getting it ready to put online. Trent smirked, so happy to have the footage he had taken tonight. He knew it would be the ace in the hole he needed to convince Matt to accept his new lot in life as a cum dump poz whore. Dan helped load Matt in the car, laying him down in the back and then taking off. Trent got in the in the car, picking up his phone. He saw Dan had been sending him messages with pictures of Matt taking cock, slamming, and being used as a poz cumdump. Smiling, he pick up Matt's phone, sending some of his favorites to it. He began flipping through the contacts, eventually coming across a Bryan, Chris, Louis and a Diego. Creating a group text, Trent selected some of his favorite photos to send to the studs Matt had lusted for earlier. Trent had no idea how this would play out for Matt, but he was getting off on the prospect of outing Matt to his teammates. Hitting send, Trent put down the phone, started his car, and headed for home with his new fag passed out in the bag, leaking toxic cum from his hole and freshly outed to his teammates.

Love to tweak and get pervy with like minded pigs.

9. Greg I woke up with sunlight streaming into an unfamiliar room. It landed on my face, briefly disorienting me. It took me a moment to remember where I was: I was at my Uncle Nathan's home, and had just awoken in his bed. A warm body was pressed against my back and a heavy, muscular arm was wrapped around me, holding me close and safe. As the sleep fell from my mind, I remembered what had happened the previous night. My HIV-positive uncle had fucked me bareback. Not just Nathan, but his husband as well. Both of them had fucked me raw: my Uncle Nathan, and his husband, my Uncle Jason. They had filled my young ass with their virus-laden sperm. Then, I had fallen asleep between the two. This morning my ass was still filled with their deadly cum. Lazily, I rolled over, to see which man was still in bed with me. It was Jason. I must have awaken him, because as I faced him, he stretched, yawned, and smiled at me. "Good morning, Greg," he said. "Did you sleep well?" "Yeah, I did. Very well," I answered. He reached down and ran a finger along my hard cock, then pressed his own deadly tool against my body. "Where's Uncle Nate?" I asked, realizing that we were alone in the bed. "He's probably off running," he said. He pushed his cock up between my legs and landed the head right against my hole. "You enjoy last night?" he asked. "I know I did." "Very much," I said. Before I could say anything else, he stuck his tongue in my mouth. We kissed. I must have had horrible morning breath, but his was just as bad, so they cancelled out. I wrapped my arm around him, reaching down to his firm butt and pulling him closer to me. "I want you inside of me again," I said, as we broke off the kiss. "I want you to infect me." The effects of the weed we had smoked the previous night were still lingering and I was being more forward than I might have otherwise been, but I didn't care, nor did I think it mattered much. Jason had fucked me twice the previous day., each time filling my hole with his deadly jizz. Nathan's and Jason's rule was that it took three loads for a pozzing to count. "I want you to be my poz dad," I said. I still needed one more load from my Uncle Jason, and I was determined to get it before we got out of bed. Jaosn spent a lot of time at the gym, but it wasn't just for show. He knew how to use the muscles he had developed. He easily flipped me onto my stomach and spread my legs wide. "You're going to get it boy," he said, as he got on top of me. "Gonna slam my deathstick deep in your hole and breed you." His cockhead was right against my hole, ready to penetrate. His cock was raw. Like every time I had been fucked that week, there was no condom to protect me. The safety was off. He hadn't bothered with any lube. I hoped there was still enough cum and lube from the previous night to make his penetration easier for the both of us. But my need for his seed overpowered any worries of soreness or pain, or even a desire to pause long enough for lube. My ass was pressing back against him, almost forcing him to enter me. Enter me he did. It wasn't slow and it wasn't gentle. It was the forceful, direct thrust of a man who needed my raw hole just as badly as I needed his unprotected cock. "Fuck yeah, Greg," he said. "I'm inside you. Raw." "I know," I said. It wasn't painful. Right now, I needed this fuck so badly I could overlook so many things. "I need your seed, Jason." It was what I had only dared to fantasize for the past few months; both of these men fucking me and sharing their loads with me. "I'm fucking you raw, Greg. Fucking my nephew. Breeding my husband's godson. Fucking my poz cum into your negative hole," he whispered into my ear, as he pounded his cock into my hole. "Please, Jason, give it to me. Make me your poz son. Make me your very own." Jason wrapped an arm around my neck, holding me tight as he fucked my hole harder. He was holding me just tight enough that it was hard for me to breath, and I was gasping for air. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard," I managed to whisper. "I'm going to fucking knock you up, boy. Going to breed you good and infect you. You're going to be just another link on my chain of death." He was pounding my hole hard now. His weight was holding me down. He made sure he could get in deep. "Fucking shoot my virus deep in you." With his free hand, he grabbed a bottle of poppers off the bed stand, and held it under my nose. I inhaled deeply. This was an intense fuck, hard, deep and forceful, but I was loving every second of it. Jason was pushing himself hard, and only the cum that remained from last night was lubricating our athletic pounding. Right now, the poppers were a nice addition to our fuck, but I knew very soon, they would be essential for me to be able to withstand his assault. "Breed me Jason. Shoot it in deep. You know I want it. I want your AIDS." The poppers hit right as I uttered the last phrase, and I nearly yelled it. Beneath me, my cock was rock-hard, grinding into the bed. I was so turned on, I knew I was dripping precum onto the sheets. Jason took the poppers from me and held it under his nose. He did a long hit, then quickly put the cap on, and continued to pound my hole. "Fucking. Take. My. Virus," he said. He was pulling his cock almost all the way out of my hole, then slamming it back in. Each millimeter of his cock was getting in on the action, opening up my hole, penetrating me, and rubbing in the previous night's cum into me. As the poppers hit him, his thrusts got faster, and almost inconceivably hard. I had turned into merely a hole for his cock, a pure and innocent vessel he was going to defile with his dirty, deadly cum. "I'm going to breed you my boy," he said. "That what you want? You want my gift? You want my HIV? You want the same virus your Uncle gave me?" "Please, give it to me. Infect me. I want it. And I want it from you, Jason. From you, Uncle Jason." That set him off. Deep inside of me, his cock swelled and spurted. He was injecting me with his cum, a thick mixture of seminal fluid, sperm, and most critically, millions of tiny viruses, the human immunodeficiency virus that would quickly infect me. We were engaged in the riskiest of risky sex, and there was nothing protecting me from the illness. My only reaction, my pitiful defense was only to spread my legs wider, not even trying to protect myself in any way. I wanted it that badly. "Let me have it." He was pounding his cock into me and filling me with his cum. I was glad I was on my stomach; I knew if I even touched my cock, I would explode. I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted to concentrate on Jason's orgasm, concentrate on making him feel good. He must have given me a good ten or fifteen thrusts, each one deep into my body and each one punctuated with a spurt of toxic cream into my defenseless hole. Finally, his pace slacked a bit and he released his iron grip around my throat. I tried to catch my breath even as his cock stayed as hard as ever. He kept it buried in my ass, where it felt like it had always belonged. We were both gasping for air, exhausted by the sex. "Oh fuck," he said. "That was amazing. Are you ok?" he asked, now gently stroking my hair. It was a surprising and seamless transition from the rough, animal fuck to the tender loving touch. "Are you good?" he whispered again, a different man from the one who had just raped his seed into my barely willing body. But he was still all Jason, a perfect example of the power and the tenderness of two males having sex. I wanted this to be how I always made love with another man: rough and angry, tender and deep. "I'm fucking amazing, Uncle Jason," I said. I twisted my head back and our lips met. I felt so close to him at that moment and I didn't want it to end. My bond with my Uncle Nathan was one of blood. Now I had a bond with my Uncle Jason; it was a bond of cum. As we kissed, a bit of sweat dripped from his face into my mouth. I didn't mind. I didn't care. I wanted any part of this man that he would give me. Sweat seemed almost pure compared to the dirty seed he had just forced into me. "That was so fucking hot," a familiar voice said. We both looked up at the same time, and saw Nathan standing in the door. He was wearing a just a short pair of running shorts, his hairy chest drenched with sweat. He was lowering one of his many cameras, and I knew he had been documenting what had just happened. We had been so involved we hadn't heard him. "I think it's my turn now," he said, as he pushed down his shorts and let his hard cock spring free. "How long have you been there?" Jason asked. I was wondering the same thing. I wondered if I had said anything I didn't want Nathan to hear. I couldn't remember anything untoward: he already knew the depth of my needs, and if he was bothered by Jason fucking me, he hadn't made it clear. "Got in right about the time you flipped Greg onto his stomach," he said. He stepped out of his shorts, and put the camera on the dresser. He strode to the bed where Jason was still lying on top of me with his cock still buried inside me. "I wanted to watch the two of you. And it was incredible." "Wanna feel my cum up his hole?" Jason asked. He rolled off of me, slowly pulling his cock out of my ass. I felt how wet I was, and was thankful for how easy it would be for Uncle Nate to slide in. "Do you have to ask?" Nathan said. "You good, boy?" "Just need your poz cock up my ass," I said. "And maybe just a bit more lube." "I can do both," he said. Jason tossed me the bottle of poppers, and handed the lube to Nathan. Nathan knelt between my legs, pouring a bit of the cold liquid on my hole. I shivered from the sudden chill and from the anticipation of having his raw cock in me once more. "Do a hit," he said while his cockhead was lined up with my ass. As instructed, I opened the brown bottle and inhaled deeply. As I waited for the poppers to hit, I tried to remember how many times this handsome man had fucked me over the past week and how many loads I had taken from him. I counted up to five loads before the poppers hit me, and counting, much less more complex thoughts became impossible. "Please," I moaned, only thinking about another deadly load getting injected from my uncle's raw cock. Uncle Nate needed no more prompting from me, and started to slide his cock into me. It was a bit sore from the week's exploits, but it felt good. Very good. It felt surprisingly natural, like I had always been getting fucked up the ass. He took his time, carefully working his shaft into me and letting me get used to his length and thickness. "Going slow, my boy," he said, "I want to work my husband's load into your hole. Work it deep into your body" I realized his short strokes in and out, getting ever deeper wasn't just for me to get used to him, but for him to make sure every load I got had an equal chance to to implant itself in my body. "Fucking hot, boo" Jason said. He was still lying beside me and he had an arm around me. He held me down as his man fucked my hole. "Seed our boy again," he continued as he leaned in to kiss me. "You want it, don't you?" he asked me, almost whispering the dangerous thought into my ear. Between Jason's hot body next to me, Nathan's hard cock inside of me, and the last lingering effects of the poppers, all I could think about was how good I felt. "Please," I said, not sure if it was a response to Jason's question, or a plea to Nathan to knock me up with his seed. Underneath me, my cock was a solid column of hard flesh and I was dripping copious amounts of pre-cum onto the bed. "Fuck, he needs it," Jason said. "You're gonna breed him good?" he asked Nathan. "Fuck up our boy properly?" Nathan adjusted his position, now lying on top of me, just like Jason had been. "Of course, my love. Feels so amazing to be fucking in your spooge and to feel your poz cum surrounding my cock." Jason leaned in to kiss him. As the two made out, I took another hit from the poppers. "You want my load?" Nathan asked. "Yeah," I said, handing the poppers to Nathan. "You're gonna cum this soon?" "This morning, yeah. I've been thinking about your hole since I woke up. And fucking with Jason's sloppy seed isn't helping." He did a long hit from the poppers, then handed the bottle back to me. By the time I had gotten the top on, he was pounding my hole hard. "I'm gonna breed you, hot boy. You going to take my poz load?" "Of course. Give me your deadly load, Uncle Nate. Breed me good and fuck me hard." I squeezed my ass around his cock, ready to milk out a load from him. Deep inside me, his hard cock was finding all of the familiar, pleasurable spots again. Even over the few short days we had been together, my ass had started to conform to his cock, and he was able to slide in and out easily. Of course, the lube and Jason's cum didn't hurt his efforts. Although Nate said he was going to cum quickly, he didn't cum immediately. Even though as I was focused on getting every toxic load I could from my uncles, I was loving the feeling of getting fucked, of being filled up by a man's hard cock. I didn't mind the prolonged ass pounding at all. Besides, I knew each stroke of Nathan's dick worked more of Jason's load into my tender hole and my receptive young body. Jason was still lying next to me with his hand wrapped around us two, and he was whispering into Nathan's ear. Despite being right next to them, I could only hear snatches of what he was saying. "Breed him." "Feel my cum up there." "Make him your new poz boy." Whatever he was saying, it was working. After a few short minutes of pounding, I heard the signal change in Nathan's breathing that I now knew meant he was getting close. "Gonna breed you, my boy. Gonna fucking infect you," Nathan grunted. His cock swelled in my hole, and he gave a hard shove, pushing it deep into my body. I felt his first spurt and coupled with a guttural moan from him, my hole was suddenly wetter than it had been a few moments before. "Please, Uncle, breed your boy. Fuck it in deep." There were several more forceful thrusts into my hole, each one punctuated with another moan from Nathan. Jason watched both of us closely. "Yeah, Greg, take my man's poz load up your raw ass. Let us infect you, make you our hot poz boy," he said, encouraging both of us. Nathan responded with a few more spurts of cum into me but then his orgasm waned. Even though he had been on top of me, I felt him relax as it ended, letting more of his weight rest on me. Nathan had already been sweaty from his run, and our morning ass pounding only made him sweatier. It was dripping off of him and onto my body. I was still horny and I wanted every part of my Uncle Nate so badly. Now, it wasn't enough just to have his cock inside of me and to have his cum inside of me. I had a sudden urge to lick his body clean, to taste his man-sweat, to have it also become a part of me. I wanted any fluid of his I could get; I wanted it in my body. But, our positions made that option hard, so I had to settle for turning my head back towards him, and giving him a long kiss. "Needed that fuck, huh?" Jason asked. "You have no idea," I said. "Actually, I do," Jason said. "It was the same way for me. There's something about Nathan that makes the desire, the need even more all-consuming." He smiled. "His cum is like a drug. Maybe a poison." I could only nod in complete agreement; Nathan had forced his tongue back into my mouth. Jason joined us and our three tongues were intertwined. It felt good; I was enjoying the deep intimacy we had been able to develop. I could almost forget about my own throbbing cock beneath me. Finally, Nathan broke it off, and pulled his cock out of my ass. He rolled off of me, landing on the other side of me from Jason. "What do you guys want to do today?" he asked. "We could probably go somewhere, see some sights, if you wanted, Greg." "Or, we could just have a leisurely day, get some brunch and hang out by the pool," Jason countered. "And work on not getting tan lines." I had already decided that I wanted to stay at the house. Nor had I been planning on wearing anything by the pool; I was glad Jason agreed with me. "I like Jason's plan better," I said. The start of school was going to be busy, and one last day of relaxation was a very appealing option. Not to mention, I'd get another few loads from my hunky uncles this afternoon and maybe, finally, get a chance to get off myself. "Works for me," Nathan said. "But we need to shower before getting brunch." Jason jumped off the bed, and headed into the bathroom. He turned on the water in the shower. But before I could get up, Nathan grabbed me and pulled me close. He kissed me; his goatee rubbing against my smooth face. "I'm glad you're here," he said. "I'm glad you and Jason are getting along. And I'm really glad you're letting him be a poz dad for you. It means a lot to me. And, I know, to him." "It's been a pleasure," I said. "Really, more of a fantasy come true." It was true. I had been dreaming about this for months. Although not a single one of my detailed jerk-off fantasies had actually come true, the entire week ended up being better than all of the fantasies put together. "I just hope it takes," I said. "Well, we'll continue to work on you and that sweet sore hole of yours until it does. Now, let's get clean. At least our bodies." He helped me to my feet, whistling at my erection. "And we'll need to help you out with that monster dick of yours today, no doubt." He swatted at it playfully, and it bobbed in the warm air. "We know how to grow them, huh?" In the bathroom, Jason had gotten out towels for us and was doing a final adjustment on the water temperature. "In you go," Jason said, motioning for me to step into the large shower. It was more than big enough for the three of us so Jason and Nathan followed me into the shower. We all stood under the warm water, washing away the accumulated sweat, lube, grime, and pre-cum matted in our hair. Jason grabbed a bar of soap, and started to lather me up. Nathan did his best to get in our way, and managed to get a good bit of his body lathered up into the process. I took the soap and returned the favor for Jason, as Nathan continued to play around, finally getting completely covered in soap as well. With the three of us were covered in the slippery lather and our hands sliding over each other's bodies, we spent several pleasurable minutes stroking various body parts. Even after my Uncles' intense morning fucks, with all the attention, their cocks both got just as hard as mine. "Again?" I asked. "So soon?" "Definitely at least one today," Jason said. "But I need to build up a big load for you first." He stood under the water and washed off the soap. Nathan grabbed me from behind, his cock sliding into my ass crack. "You'll get another one from me as well. But you're going to have to learn patience and wait a bit." He nibbled on my ear a bit, as one hand slid down my smooth body and he found my erect cock. "And if you are good, the two of us will take care of this monster sneaky snake as well." We joined Jason under the water, and rinsed off. I was the first out of the shower, drying off, then headed back into the bedroom, where I tried to find some clothes. Jason and Nathan stayed in the bathroom, and I could hear them talking but they were quiet enough that I couldn't make out the words. Shortly they emerged, holding hands and smiling like horny teenagers. "We did another coin toss. Your ass won," Jason said. "Or lost, depending on your point of view. It's going down. This afternoon. By the pool. Be ready." "Works for me," I said. I was still naked, wandering around the bedroom and trying to remember where I had scattered my clothes over the course of the past day. It seemed like each piece had come off multiple times between the patio, the hot tub, and the bedroom. My uncles had gathering up the clothes they had also spread across the room and tossed them into a pile in the corner. Both of their cocks were still semi-hard, bouncing as they walked around the room. "Do you guys ever get soft?" I asked. "Not around you," Jason said. Nathan nodded in agreement, as he struggled to fit himself into a tight pair of underwear. He filled them out nicely, and it was hard for me to resist the temptation to kneel down and worship the handsome older man. "Now get dressed, boy. I'm hungry," Jason continued. Behind Jason, Nathan rolled his eyes at his husband. "You better do it. A hungry Jason is a cranky Jason." Jason had found some underwear and pulled it on. As he bent down to pick some other piece of clothing up, I saw that there was a cut-out for his ass, leaving him exposed and beautifully vulnerable. It was my first good view of Jason's butt. I suddenly realized how beautiful a man's ass could be, and in particular how amazing Jason's was. Firm and muscular, his two cheeks begged to be spread apart and violated. I wanted nothing more than to kneel down, and stick my face in there. I needed to lick his hole, tell him how amazing it was, and then force my cock deep into him. "You staring at my ass, boy?" Jason said, noticing my possessing gaze. "Uh," I stammered. But then I realized Nathan had fucked him uncountable times, and he had spent the last day or so fucking me. This wasn't a high-school gym, and there was no reason to deny the obvious. "Yeah. Yeah, I was." He had stood up now and was stepping into a pair of shorts. "Don't worry. You'll get to fuck it one of these days. We just have more pressing matters to deal with first." "Like?" Nathan asked, giving Jason a hard slap on the butt. "Well, first food. And hopefully a Bloody Mary. Then we've got to get our little nephew knocked up." He pulled on a t-shirt. Nathan also finished dressing as well. I had managed to get some clothes on, but was still looking for my shirt. "Here," Jason said. "Take one of mine." He tossed me a t-shirt. "Or one of mine," Nathan said, pointedly correcting Jason. "Sorry, One of ours," Jason said, correcting himself. "Where to?" he asked. "State Street Grill?" Nathan said. "Close. Good. Sounds perfect." The three of us left the bedroom, put on our shoes, and headed out the door. "It's a ten minute walk," Jason said. "Or a two minute drive, a ten minute hunt for parking, and then a five minute walk." "I'm fine with walking. I've spent too much time sitting in a car this week." I easily fell in between the two men as we walked down the street. They made no effort to hide the attraction between us, occasionally one or the other would run a hand down my back, or pat my ass. I felt open and comfortable with them. I realized how much I had been craving this easy intimacy with other men; the experiences in high school had been furtive and rushed and I never got ot speak about it afterwards. As we walked we talked about the logistics for tomorrow. It was going to be busy on campus, and we needed to figure out how to manage getting Nathan back home. After spending several minutes talking past each other, we finally realized that Jason would be getting off work right about when Nathan and I figured we'd be done, and it would be an easy detour for him to pick up Nathan. "I think we really need some food," I said, as we realized how simple it would actually be. "No kidding," Nathan said. "And we're here." He opened the door for us, and we walked in. We quickly got a table, sat down and started to look over the menu. "Hi, I'm Sean, and I'll be your..." I looked up and saw a hot young man. "Oh. It's you," he continued. "And who's the new one?" he asked, smiling at me. I tried not to stare, but he was very good looking and looked almost familiar. "Hands off, Sean," Nathan said. "He's my nephew, Greg." "He seems old enough to make his own decisions," Sean said. "And I haven't even touched him. Yet. But first, some drinks?" "Fuck yes," Jason said. "Bloody Mary. Coffee." "Same for me," Nathan said. "And you?" Sean asked. "A virgin Mary? But I can think of other ways for you to find salvation." He winked at me. "I'll take that," I said. "I'll get those in for you," he said, as he walked away." "You know him, it seems like?" I asked. "Yeah," Nathan said. "Not quite an ex of mine. We hung out a lot after Alan, fucked a lot. But it never really worked out for us. Anyway, he has a serious boyfriend now. Not that that stops him much," Nathan explained. "But we're still really close with him and his boyfriend, Vic. Both of them are still over frequently as well." Jason continued. He turned closer to me. "And he helped out when I was chasing," he said, almost whispering in my ear. "Chasing?" "You know, looking to get pozzed up." I was silent. I hadn't really thought much about how Jason had gotten infected. He had told me it had involved Uncle Nate, but somehow, I had always thought it had been an accident. It had not crossed my mind that it had been intentional. "You wanted it?" "Well. I wanted Nathan." Under the table he reached across me and grabbed Nathan's leg. "Badly enough that I didn't care about HIV. And he wouldn't let me fuck him until I was also HIV+. So, your uncle did most of the hard work, but a few other guys got to help out. Sean was one of them." "Do you regret it?" I asked Jason. "Never. It is a very small price to pay for the most amazing man ever. And the feeling of power when I'm in a neg hole..." he trailed off, a big smile on his face. "Guys," Nathan interjected, "Let's talk about this somewhere else." I looked around, and realized that although the restaurant wasn't very busy, it wasn't deserted. "Remember to tell Jason your reasons for getting it though. I think he'll appreciate it." "I think I need a real drink first, before I can do that," I said. Almost as soon as I said it, Sean re-appeared, carrying a tray of drinks. He set down some water, then put three bloody marys in front of each of us. "Here you go, boys. Enjoy," he said. He winked at me, and I wondered just how virginal my drink was. "You need a bit more time with the menu?" he asked, again not letting his eyes off of me. "Yeah, I do," I said. "Well, if I can help you in any way, let me know." His emphasis on "any way" made it clear what he wanted. I took the opportunity to look him over a little better. I estimated he was in his late twenties, maybe a little shorter than my 5'8" height and very skinny, with straight brownish-blond hair and blue eyes. He was smooth shaven and it seemed like he would have trouble growing a beard anyway. I wondered what he had hidden under the waiter's uniform. "Something caught your eye?" Nathan asked, as he walked away. "Yeah. He's cute," I said. I was a little embarrassed to be put on the spot like that; like I was back in middle school having to tell my parents which girls at school I liked. "Plus he's got a big cock, especially for such a skinny boy," Jason said. "And a great ass. You should ask if he wants to come over this afternoon. He might let you fuck him." "Serious?" I asked. It was a very different world than I had experienced in high school, one where sex was this easy and informal. "Absolutely," Nathan said. "And do you know what you want? To eat," he quickly added, then corrected himself once more, "For brunch." "I'm getting an omlette," I said. Nathan flagged Sean down, and the stud took our order. I could have been imagining it, but he was still staring at me more than was necessary. As he walked away, I took a sip of the bloody mary. As I expected, there was the taste of alcohol. "Stronger than you expected?" Nathan asked, smiling. "Yeah," I said sheepishly. I excused myself to wash my hands. I found the restroom towards the back of the restaurant. When I walked in, Sean was standing at the lone urinal, pissing. When he finished, he turned around and looked me over, his cock still hanging out. Jason wasn't wrong; for a short, skinny guy, his cock seemed absolutely massive. "You like?" he asked, noticing me staring. "Uh...yeah," I said. I guessed hard, it would be at least as big as Nathan's shaft. In fact, it was probably even bigger. "Um," I stammered. I leapt, unsure of what the answer would be. "You want to come over later?" "Nathan's?" "Yeah," I said. "We were going to hang out by the pool." He cut to the chase. "Can I fuck you?" He was still smiling and his cock starting to get hard at the thought. "Yeah, of course you can." "Just so you know, I'm poz. And I only fuck raw." I smiled. "Perfect. That's very cool. Nathan's been fucking me bareback for the past week." "That fucking bastard! He always gets the hot guys first." He smiled, shook his cock, and then literally stuffed it back into his tight black pants. "I'm off at 2:00. And if you're packing anything like what Nathan has, you better plan on fucking me as well." He washed his hands carefully, and headed back I washed my hands, then returned to our table. "And? We saw Sean come out of the restroom a little after you went in," Jason asked me, as I sat down. "Yeah," I said. "He's probably coming over after he's done working here. If that's alright?" "Of course," Nathan said. "It'll be nice to see him. And, you fucking him? Or he fucking you? Or both?" "Hopefully both, but we'll see, I guess," I said. Our food came out right then. Unfortunately, another server carried it out. We dug in, and the first few minutes were quiet while we ate. Only as we finished did we start to talk again. It was idle chit-chat for the most part; I was more cognizant that we were in public. I needed to be more careful about what I said, not so much about sex, but about the our family and especially about my chasing the bug. "Everything good?" Sean asked, as be dropped off the bill. "Very good as always," Nathan said. "And Greg says we're going to see you shortly?" "Oh fuck yeah," Sean said. "I'm off here at 2:00." Nathan handed Sean a credit card, and he took it away. "Thanks for brunch, Uncle Nate," I said. I looked at my watch. It was already a quarter to one. The day was quickly flying by. I wished I had more time to spend with Nathan and Jason, not to mention Sean as well, before I had to go to school. In a week, I'd have homework to do and books to study. Soon, the past week would be just a distant, pleasant memory. Although, with luck, I would have a permanent souvenir of the week coursing through my blood stream. It would have taken over my body by then. But it was the companionship and closeness with these men I was going to miss the most. "My pleasure, boy," Nathan replied. "Any last minute shopping you need to do?" he asked, as he signed the credit card slip. "I think there may be a tiny bit of space left in the car." "Nah. I'm good, I think." We got up and walked back to Nathan's place. "Joint?" I asked, as we walked by the SUV. "I'll pass," Jason said. "Drug tests, you know." "I'll take one," Nathan said. I grabbed the bag of weed and some rolling papers, and followed the men into their house. "Something to drink?" Nathan asked as we paused in the living room. "I'll have a beer," Jason said. "Same?" he asked me as I rolled up a fat joint. "Sure," I replied and handed the joint and lighter to Nathan. He did a hit, handed it back to me, then disappeared into the kitchen. As I did my first toke of the day, Jason headed back to the bedroom. I was alone for a moment, enjoying the sweet smell of the weed, and marveling at how much this short week had changed me. I had packed and left my parent's home; I had driven across the US; and tomorrow I'd be moving into my college dorm room. But those were small changes compared to the other things that had happened to me. I had let two HIV positive men fuck me. More than that, I had seduced one of them and begged the other to fuck me. The two things I was looking forward to most right now was for the two men to bareback me several more times this afternoon. Second was over the weekend, getting to bareback some hot, unsuspecting frat boy. Almost simultaneously both Nate and Jason came back to the living room. Nate had three beers and a camera, and Jason had a stack of beach towels and some sunscreen. "Go out back?" Jason asked and Nathan nodded. The three of us walked out to the small pool in the back. Nathan started off by removing his shirt, kicking off his shoes, then finally dropping his shorts. He was standing there undressed and naked, his hairy chest glistening in the bright southern Californian sunshine. I turned to Jason. He was already down to his underwear, the sun catching his smooth skin and highlighting his tattoo. "Your turn," Jason said. I handed the joint to Nathan, and followed my uncles' lead; I quickly stripped off my clothes and felt the sun against my skin. "Sunscreen?" Nate asked. He took the bottle from Jason. He poured some on his hand, then proceeded to rub it all over Jason's back and shoulders. "You too," Jason said, as he motioned for me to stand in front of him. He started by rubbing the thick cream on my back, then worked his way down. He spent a lot time rubbing it into my ass, probably more than he needed to. He took a finger, slick with the oil, and let it sneak into my crack. Once inside, he gently probed my hole. But before I could react, he started on my shoulders and arms. "Turn around," he said. I did, and faced him. He poured more sunscreen on his hand, and covered my chest with it. He worked his way down, covering my stomach, then my aching cock. With the slippery lotion, he stroked my cock teasing it just enough to get me hard. "Need to make sure everything is covered," he said. "Now, it's your turn to turn around," Nathan said to Jason. Nathan covered Jason's body with the sunscreen. Nathan also covered Jason's cock with the cream. It took just a few quick strokes by Nathan for Jason to get as hard as me. "You get to do Nathan," Jason told me, as he handed me the bottle. I started on his back, then worked my way down to his ass. It was the first time I got to explore his ass closely; it was firm and muscular. I longed for the time when I would to be able to thrust my cock into it. Yesterday morning, when Nathan had last serviced me now seemed like a very long time ago. The last time I had fucked a guy was several weeks ago; some closeted frat guy home from college. I had met him online; his parents were away for the weekend. I had fucked him on the couch in his living room. He never asked about my status, nor did he make me wear a condom. "Not yet, boy," Nathan said, reading my mind and intuiting my desire to fuck him. "You know what it's going to take to get inside of Jason or me." He turned around, and I continued to spread the sunscreen over his chest, working my way down to his stomach, and then to his cock. I needed only a stroke or two before he too was erect like Jason and myself. It felt good to be outside, in the sun, surrounded by two hot, naked men and all three of us erect and aroused. Nathan grabbed the joint, and lit it. "Let's do this afternoon properly," he said, taking a few hits from it. "Right on," Jason said. As Nathan and I passed the joint back and forth, we all did some touch-up work on the sunscreen, then set up four lounge chairs by the pool. Between the two of us, we quickly took care of the joint. Just as the joint was nearly finished, Jason even took a quick hit from it. Nathan and Jason lay back on the chairs holding hands. I ran back into the house to get the rest of the weed and papers. The clock said it was already two o'clock, and I wondered if Sean was on his way here from the restaurant. As I walked back towards pool, Nathan called out, "Sean's on his way." My cock twitched; I wanted him to let me fuck him, as well as breed my hole. I quickly rolled two more joints for all of us to share before he arrived. My timing was perfect. Right as I finished rolling the second one, the gate opened, and Sean walked in. He had lost the long sleeve white shirt from the restaurant, and was now in a white tank top but with the same dark black pants. "Make yourself comfortable," Nathan said, as Sean dropped his bag by one of the chairs. "And properly undressed." "Thanks," he said. "I will." He kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his tank top. He was a a skinny guy, with just enough muscle to not be just skin and bones. In the bright sun, his pale complexion and sandy hair almost glowed. He undid his belt and pants, then let them slide down, exposing his tight, bright blue briefs. Even semi-soft and packed into his underwear, his cock seemed larger than it had been in the restaurant. It was almost comically outsized for his skinny frame. "You mind?" he asked, as he reached into a bag and pulled out a small black bag. "No," Nathan answered, "But do it inside, ok?" "Of course," Sean said as he stepped out of his pants. He took the bag, and disappeared into the house, his tight ass bouncing in his blue underwear. "What was that?" I asked, once the door had closed behind Sean. "Sean likes to slam," Nathan said. I must have had a puzzled look on my face, because he continued. "Sorry. Slamming is inject crystal meth." "Meth?" I asked. "Isn't that dangerous?" "It can be," Nathan said. "Especially if you get addicted easily." "Have you ever done it?" I asked. "Yeah. Both of us. And we still do, although very rarely." "Really?" I was shocked. I had only heard the official line repeated endlessly at school: all drugs were bad, and meth was the worst. I had never believed it. I had smoked pot all through high school, and so far, the worst that had happened was that I had gotten into my first choice college and had some amazing sex. "Yeah," he said. "It can be a very intense, sexual experience. But you want to be sure you know how it affects you. In a controlled setting." "But, Sean seems so normal. Not what I was expecting." I had only seen the media portrayals of toothless hillbillies doing meth. Not a hung, sexy young man. "He is," Jason interjected. "Now at least." "Yeah," Nathan said. "He and his boyfriend Vic were pretty bad a few years ago." "It was totally out of control. And we nearly got sucked in as well. But then they got cleaned up, and got a handle on it," Jason said. "Almost surprisingly under control, now," Nathan continued. "But that was a crazy time. Not all bad though." Sean was in the house less than five minutes; when he came out, he looked almost no different than before, other than a slightly dreamy look in his eyes. His underwear was now in his hands, along with his small black case, and his cock was now semi-erect, bobbing with his every step. "All good?" Jason asked. "Oh yeah," he said. "And are those joints on the table?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Help yourself." "Thanks," Sean said, "I think I will." He took one of the joints and lit it up, then did a long hit. His cock stiffened a bit more, now sticking out in front of him. "Like it?" he asked me. "Oh yeah," I said, as I took a joint and lit it. I did a few puffs, then handed it to Sean. He took a few long draws from it, and offered it to Nathan. "I'm good for now," Nathan said. "You two share it." Sean motioned for me to shotgun his hit; it didn't surprise me that it turned into a kiss. His tongue started to explore my mouth. He wrapped his free hand around my waist and pulled me in close as our cocks started to harden nearly simultaneously. He broke off the kiss and took another long hit from the joint but still kept his arm around me. Locked in his embrace, I took the opportunity to study his face. He still looked young, but I could see the start of a few faint lines around his blue eyes. His lips were red and moist, and I wanted him to finish his drag so I could kiss him again. As soon as he was done with his hit, he leaned in towards me again to kiss. I eagerly opened my mouth, but this time I forced my tongue into his mouth. His eyes widened at the unexpected intrusion and his cock twitched in pleasure. As we kissed, he slowly exhaled his hit into me. When both of us needed some air, I broke off our kiss. I let go of the last of the hit and he whispered into my ear. "So, you want to fuck me first? Or do I fuck you first?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jason staring at the two of us, slowly stroking his cock. "Come on boys, enough making out. We want to see some hard core raw fucking," he said. I reached down and grabbed Sean's dick. I could just barely wrap my hands around it. I wondered how I was ever going to get it into my hole, even as much as had it been worked out by my uncles. But I also wondered if I could stand another moment without him inside of me. "I want you inside me first," I said, loud enough for Jason to hear. "You know I'm poz, right? And I don't pull out, either?" Sean asked me. He whispered it, making sure my two uncles didn't hear him. "They're poz as well. And they didn't pull out either," I replied, indicating Nathan and Jason. "I know what I want. And you definitely have everything that I want," I continued. I squeezed Sean's hard cock, leaving it to him to decide what I wanted more: his virus, or his hard shaft. "I think you'll get everything you want and need," Sean said. He pushed me down, back into one of the lounge chairs and spread my legs. He dove in, and started by licking my balls then worked his way further down. His wet tongue found my hole, and he started to open up my hole carefully. As he rimmed me, Nathan and Jason gathered around me. Jason kneeled down by me, and started to make out, while Nathan grabbed one of his ever-present cameras, and started to take pictures of Sean working on my hole and Jason's tongue in my mouth. There had the various solo scenes during our trip out here, but this was the first time that I was in the middle of sex while Nathan took pictures. I had expected it would happen eventually, and I hardly cared when it was between men as hot as Jason and Sean. One part of me knew that if the photos got out, it could be embarrassing for me. But, my cock was thinking about all the guys who would jerk off, wishing they were me, as well as the ones who would dream of being Sean or Jason. "You mind?" Nathan asked me, although after he had spent a few minutes taking pictures, it seemed like too little, too late. "Not at all," I said. I started to play with my cock. I was so turned on by Sean's rimming, Jason's insistent kissing, and Nathan's obvious adoration of my body that I was already pretty hard. As soon as I touched it, it stiffened up all the way. Sean took a break from munching at my hole, and admired my erection. "Fuck, that's nice. You've gotta give it to me this afternoon," he said, before he took the head into his mouth, licking off the drops of pre-cum. I grabbed the back of his head, and slowly pulled him down onto my shaft. He was a natural cocksucker just like Nathan. There was only the slightest pause in his trajectory as my shaft entered his throat. I thought I was going to explode right there. Seemingly there had been long years since the last time I had gotten off. "Don't cum yet," Jason whispered into my ear. "Enjoy it, let that load grow deep in your balls." I focused not on the wet mouth on my cock teasing me towards orgasm, but on Jason's soft tongue on my skin and his warm breath in my ear. "That's what I do. Let the load build up and let the virus seep into my semen." His head was pressing against mine in a rhythmic motion. I tried to turn to see what Jason was doing, but his muscular torso blocked any view. "I'm jerking off," he said softly. "Getting another load ready for your gut." "Please," I said, teasing his ear with my tongue. "I want you to infect me. I want you to be my poz dad, just like Nathan." Sean had returned to my asshole, and his tongue was working over my hole. The weed had definitely hit me, and I felt relaxed and blissed out. All I cared about was being happy, and I already was having so much fun. I wanted to share the experience and make these amazing men around me happy as well. "I want you two so much," I managed to say, before Sean began another oral assault on my hole. "You'll want this," Nathan said, handing a bottle of lube to Sean. I didn't remember him bringing it out, but was thankful it had appeared. Sean stopped tonguing my hole, and straddled the chair. His cock was resting against my balls as he poured the lube on his shaft, then let some drip down my crack. He easily slid a finger into me, then worked in a second and finally, a third, opening me up enough to just maybe be able to take his fat rod. "Please," I moaned. I was squirming, my need for fresh, toxic seed driving all of my thoughts and actions. "I need you inside me." Sean pulled his fingers out of my hole, and placed his cock right up against my freshly lubricated and open hole. I tried my best to push myself down on Sean's thick head, but he had grabbed onto my legs and was holding me in place. "Eager boy, aren't you?" he said, smiling at me. "You'll get it, don't worry. I just want to go slow at first." I knew he was right; the past few days had been an intense introduction to bottoming. Today, I needed to go slow, especially for a cock with the length and girth of Sean's. "I'm going to enjoy this. A lot," he said, as he flexed his hips. His cock entered and his penetration and domination of my body had officially begun. I was immediately glad that Sean had decided to go slow. He was far thicker than either of my uncles and just his dickhead was stretching me open more than either Nathan or Jason had accomplished. Nathan was still standing over us, still taking pictures of the entire scene: Sean penetrating me, Jason kissing me, and me between them, masturbating. He must have noticed the expression on my face, because he disappeared behind me for a moment, then returned with a bottle of poppers. "One more thing you'll want for this fuck," he said, handing them to me. I grabbed them eagerly and took a long hit. As the poppers washed over me, I was able to relax more and let Sean open me up properly. Sean noticed me letting him in deeper and he moaned in pleasure. "So fucking good," he said. "I could get very used to this hole." "Well, he's going to be in the area for a few years," Nathan said. "I bet he'd be willing to work something out with you, especially if you're willing to give up your hole as well." "You want to fuck him?" Jason whispered into my ear. "See your raw cock slide into him, drip your pre-cum up there, then shoot a hot load?" I could only nod in response. I had been dying to fuck Nathan for as long as I could remember. I had fantasized about Jason since I first saw him naked several years ago; he had run from the bathroom to the guest bedroom and I had gotten a peek at his naked body. I was now so horny, I'd fuck almost anyone or anything with a pulse and a hole. The hot, short, skinny little guy currently plowing my ass was more than acceptable. "You think he can take all of your big cock?" I hoped that he could take me; Sean had gotten his entire shaft into me and was starting to slowly pump my hole. If a novice like me could take his massive tool, an expert fucker like him would be able to take my cock with ease. "Fuck, that's a damn big tool you have there," Sean said. "I guess it runs in the family." He reached down to stroke me in synchrony with his own deep thrusts into my body. "Don't worry. I can take everything you have to give me. But first, you're going to have to take what I've got to give you." "Please, Sean, give me your seed," I begged him. "Fuck, I need more of that sweet pozcum." After four days of getting bred, of getting my ass filled with virus-laden sperm, of now having three different, HIV-positive men breed me, I was more than getting used to it. However, each individual fuck was only a small, small step on the much longer journey I had started. Even finally getting a positive result on an HIV test would only be the first stopping point on the journey that would take the rest of my life. After that brief stop, I wanted to continue my explorations and find another willing man, and infect him. I wanted to see him just as eager to get my seed as I was to get Nathan's, Jason's, and now Sean's precious ball juice. "Any time you want it boy, I'll breed this hot cumhole," Sean said. Despite the edginess of our conversations, the not-so-subtle references to virus, to disease, to being driven by our need for seed, there was never a sense of humiliation in the conversation. I had slowly realized how fluid the roles in this world really were: Nathan fucked Jason first. But he needed Jason's cock inside him just as badly. Right now, my primary goal was to get fucked. I needed these deadly men to seed my tender hole with their life-changing fluids. But as soon as that change had occurred, my priorities would change as well. I would be a champion sperm donor, not a prize-winning jizz receptacle. I'd be the one with the power of love and hate, health and sickness, and life and death itself. Even while I was still uninfected, these thoughts were making my cock hard, and my ass tingle. I wanted Sean's charged load inside me, so I could take the next short step on my journey. "Please, Sean, blow your load in me. Add it to all of Uncle Nathan's loads, and all of Uncle Jason's loads. Mix them all up into a single, potent brew for my butt." "You really sure you want this?" Jason asked. He was still kneeling next to me, kissing me and playing with my dark hair. Nathan was still taking pictures of the three of us as we concentrated on the the complex and often awkward dance of male on male on male fucking. No, better, to call it love making. Certainly, what had happened between Nathan and myself was love: the love of a father for his son, made totally real and physical. Jason was a mix: the love of a father, but also the love of a brother. Nathan would tell me what to do, but Jason would explain how I could achieve that goal. And Sean, well, he was maybe my kindred spirit. A little older, but I could easily see him becoming my guide to this new and wonderful world. He was seemingly fearless and ready for just about anything: sex, kink, drugs, bondage, play, porn, and groups. Sean's blue eyes had stayed locked on me, as I thought through all of the implications of what we might do together: the pains, the beautiful suffering, but also the pleasures. The doors that would get closed with my infection, but the many other doors that would suddenly be open for me. Many of those doors would lead to dark, scary and amazing places. "You ready? Ready for my demon-infested sperm, Greg?" He leaned in and kissed me, a gentle, deep kiss that contrasted with the hard pounding his cock was giving me. "Yes, Sean, I am. I've wanted it for a long time. And to get it from my Uncle Nathan, my Uncle Jason, and from their..." "Dealer and Marriage counselor?" Jason snorted. "That's more accurate than you might guess." "From all of you. From your partners. Your friends. This creates a new family for me. I want this virus from all of you. Done properly." "Fuck, boy," Sean said. "Keep that up, and you're going to get it a lot sooner than planned." He turned to Nathan. "You getting this down on film?" "Of course I'm getting it. This is what I had hoped for Greg. My boy, being able to say not just what he wants, but what he needs. Now, give him what he needs now. Your poz cum. Deep in his unprotected neg hole." Nathan ended the speech with the click of the camera shutter. Jason leaned in between myself and Sean, adding his tongue to our intertwining bodies. With the intense summer sun on our bodies, and our close proximity, all of us were starting to sweat, and the sex just made us breathe more heavily. The sweat and heat made hitting the poppers an even more visceral experience. "Now, fuck me hard, and shoot your load inside me," I finally said. I wasn't going to be able to withstand his fuck much longer, and I wanted Sean's strain in my hole, where it could do the most good. Or the most damage. It was hard to tell the difference as the poppers clouded my mind. I clenched my ass around Sean's thick rod, and begged him to shoot. "All in good time, Greg. I can't cum on command, like some guys." He glanced at Jason, then continued. "But just keep on telling me what you want, and you're going to get it plenty soon enough" I pulled him closer to me, and kissed him deeply before whispering into his ear. I told him how he made me feel like a total cum bucket, just a warm, wet, living repository for his sperm. Or for any man's sperm. I want him to be one of the few who knocked me up. He was leaning against me, using the leverage from my body to force his cock ever deeper into me. Jason was still next too us, pressing us together, the sweat and lube coating our bodies was getting sticky, holding us together. Nathan was still taking pictures; sometimes close-ups of the places where our bodies met and penetrated, other times of the grins of pleasure, and the grimaces of uncertainty about how we all would fit together. We were living in the moment, heedless of the weeks and months still to come. "Tell me you want it," Sean finally said. "And let me smell you pits." "I want your sperm. I want your infected sperm. I want to you knock me up, shoot it into my unprotected hole." As I was making my needs so very clear, I raised my arm, and Sean buried his nose in my sweaty and, no doubt, musky pit. "Like the best poppers ever," he said, pulling his face out of my armpits. He paused a moment, like he saw the wave of emotions, of pure masculine sexuality about to roll over him. Then he attacked my ass with renewed vigor, and within moments, his cock was steel. "Slow and drippy, but you're going to get all of it," he grunted, as the first stroke of his orgasm hit and he plunged into my body. Sean's cock pulsed, and its thick white payload was delivered where it needed to go. It went right where I wanted it to go. In that perfect moment I wanted it more than anything else. Several more loads of Sean's infected cocksnot made it into my hole, before he collapsed on top of me. "There's your first load for the afternoon," he said. We kissed. Of course, we were now connected more deeply than before. Now, we didn't need words to explain what we were thinking. "You need to let your uncles have their turn in that cummy hole." I turned and saw that both Nathan and Jason were beside me, their cocks hard and dripping. "But first, you need to show me what you're made of," he continued, "and fuck me hard, deep, and raw." "It's finally your time, boy" Nathan said, running his hand possessively along my chest and stomach. He paused right at the base of my cock, and grabbed my erect shaft. "Time for you to use what you got," he said. "Am I already?" I asked, hoping that what I had wanted so badly was now finally mine. I hated being this innocent young man, and I wanted to be dangerous, my cock a charged up pistol, ready to strike down the unsuspecting frat boys of school. Sean, even though he was already poz, was going to be the perfect test run of my new power. "Unfortunately, I don't think so, boy," Nathan said. "I'm sorry. Usually its easy to tell when it takes. You'll probably get sick. And you've been in great shape this week." "I don't care," Sean said. "I just want his cock in my hole, and his hot boy cum in my guts." His face had a combination of need and happiness; like he already knew I was going to fuck him and how good it was going to feel. He got up from kneeling between my legs, and moved forward just enough to straddle my cock. "Not quite so fast there, Sean," Jason said, grabbing his shoulder and pulling Sean off me. "I have a better idea." I was momentarily disappointed. I had been looking forward to this moment, and it was hard to have it taken from me so suddenly. "You," Jason said, indicating me, "get up." He continued, "And you," motioning to Sean, "Get on all fours on the chair." I got off the lounge chair right as Sean got on to it. His ass was sticking up and completely exposed, swaying slightly in the afternoon breeze. All I could think about was how good my cock would feel inside of him and how badly I wanted to breed Sean. "Now, it's your turn," Jason told me, handing me the bottle of lube. I poured it on my cock, then let a bit drip onto Sean's hole. "First time raw?" Nathan asked. "Not quite," I said. Most of the boys in high school had made me wear a condom. As I watched more bareback porn, especially the breeding porn, I realized how selfish they had been: denying me the pleasure that I knew bareback sex was. Finally, my senior year, I had started to bareback with a sophomore. It was everything I had imagined it would be, and, trite as it sounded, more. Every time I had to wear a rubber after that seemed like something less than sex. "He's a great place to start," Jason said. My uncles were flanking me, their arms around my shoulders, and their free hands playing with their hard cocks. I had one hand on Sean's hip, the other hand guiding my hard erection to his pink hole. "Just think. Just you and Sean. No rubber between your hard cock and his poz hole," Jason whispered into my ear. "Fuck him good. Make it last." When he said that, my cockhead was already poking up against Sean's hole. I couldn't contain my self any longer, and I pushed in. There was just the slightest hint of resistance from Sean's hole, but then he opened up and let me in. The warmth of his hole bloomed around my tool, engulfing it in a an all-to-rare world of pleasure. I knew, immediately, that this was what I would spend the rest of my life pursuing: a man's raw hole, given to me freely, willingly, and knowingly around my hard cock. "It's amazing, isn't it?" Nathan said, seeing the expression on my face. "Don't stop yet, man," Sean said. "I want all of you inside me." I slid my cock the rest of the way into the skinny man. It was hard to believe that there was enough space for my tool in his small frame, but he took every inch making only moans of pleasure. I couldn't hold back, and rather than letting him have a chance to get used to me, I immediately began pounding his hole. I wanted to feel every inch of Sean's hole and how good he could make my cock feel. "Slow down there, cowboy," Jason said. "We have some other plans for you now." As he spoke, Nathan moved behind me, and his hard cock slid into my crack. "Since you're already lubed up and ready," Jason continued, "It's time for you to get a few more loads up there." Nathan bent me over slightly, just enough to line up his cock with my hole. With a hand on my waist, he held me in place in order to make sure that my cock stayed inside of Sean. Jason poured lube on his husband's cock and then Nathan pushed it into me. I had already been well-lubricated and opened up by Sean's tool, and my hole now readily swallowed Nathan's cock. As Nathan started to pound my hole, all of us could hear the squishing noises he was making with the load Sean had already shot inside of me. "Fuck man," Nathan said. "You really filled our boy up with your cum." "Of course," Sean said. "No one asked me to pull out, least of all Greg." As I got used to Nathan's steady strokes into my hole, I started to find my own rhythm to fuck Sean without interrupting Nathan. I liked being in between these two hot men; my cock buried inside the warm, raw hole of a young poz man, and my masculine, infected uncle's cock was, in turn, buried deep inside of me. All I could think about was sex: ass, balls, erections, cum, penetration, and fluids. I wanted to feel my cock in every hole I could find and I wanted to feel every cock I could find in my hole. "Don't cum yet," Jason told me, tweaking one of my nipples. "Nathan needs to give you one more of his loads. And I still need to fuck my load into your hole." "I'm doing my best," I gasped. Sean was squeezing his ass around my cock and I was already dripping pre-cum into his hole. TO make it even worse, Nathan had found the perfect spots in my ass. He was carefully pressing his cockhead against each of them in turn. Each of his deep thrusts milked out another drip of pre-cum into Sean's hole. Jason leaned into me and gave me a deep kiss. "This your first raw hole?" he asked me. "Almost," I said. It was nothing like the inexpert sophomore I had been fucking. "You're going to be spoiled," he said. "Sean's an amazing bottom." "He wasn't bad as a top either," I said. Nathan grabbed on to my hips, and started to pound my hole harder. I had gotten used to Nathan fucking me, and I could tell from the change in his breathing that meant he had been getting close. "Yeah, Uncle, fuck me hard and breed me deep," I begged. As much as I had been enjoying fucking Sean's ass, I was still craving more poz cum. Even though I dreamt of it being different, I knew that my uncles' breeding efforts had not yet taken hold, and I was still uninfected. In the heat of the moment, all it meant to me was that I had to try harder. I had to take more loads, I had to take them more often, and I had to take them deeper. Even though I was having a lot of fun fucking Sean, I knew sex would be even better when I could shoot a charged load in the bottom. I was envious of Nathan. He was so collected, so calm, so masculine when his cock was inside of me. He clearly knew exactly how powerful he was and how easy it would be for him to destroy and then re-create my life with his charged fuck tool. I wanted to grow into a man just like him, to know that power and yet still be able to wield it with the same confidence and assurance that he possessed. "Yeah, boy, take my charged load," Nathan moaned. He thrust his cock into me, and I felt that familiar bloom of warmth deep in my hole. Nathan grunted, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm. My own cock twitched deep in Sean's hole, but I forced myself to concentrate on Nathan's cock. I didn't want to cum until after I gave Jason a chance to add his own load to my ever-growing collection. I squeezed my hole, trying to milk out every deadly drop from my uncle's hard cock. In the heat of his orgasm, he leaned over my torso and started to nibble on the nape of my neck. "That's right, boy, milk out my toxic sperm," Nathan said. As he forced his cock deeper into me, and I squeezed my ass harder, the nibbles became closer to bites. Far from hurting me, it only pushed my limits further and made me slam into Sean's hole harder. "Please, give it to me," I begged Nathan, feeling his hard cock still exploding with clockwork regularity in my hole, adding spurt after spurt of charged-up cum to the gift Sean had already given me. "Hungry, aren't you?" Sean said. His body was tense under me. He was clearly working hard to be able to withstand my pounding, but I didn't care. In fact, it was a turn-on, to see how much mental control he needed to take my cock without breaking. All I wanted was to get my cock deep in him and deposit my load inside of him. I was only sad that my load wasn't as toxic as all of the hot men surrounding me. "Fuck yeah," I said, not sure if I was answering Sean's question or just begging for more seed from Nathan. Nathan's thrusts slowed down, as he injected the last wonderful drops of his seed into my hole. I expected him to use his still-hard cock to work his load into my body, but as soon as his orgasm was over, he pulled out. I didn't have to worry. Nathan immediately stepped aside, and let Jason take his place behind me. Jason lined up his cock, and slid it into my well-lubricated hole. "Damn, that's a sloppy hole," Jason said, as his cock tunneled deep into my body. Before I could say anything, Nathan held the poppers under my nose. I had no choice but to inhale. The poppers washed over me, and I was once again lost in a world of pure sexual pleasure. It was hard for me to tell where the boundaries between Sean and myself were, or where Jason's cock ended and my hole began. The three of us felt like a single creature, our individual bodies merging into one erect, aroused creature focused on the passion of men and the exchange of semen. That exchange would eventually prove deadly for all of us. Next, Nathan gave Sean a hit of the poppers, and the effect on him the same as one me. "Please, Greg, fuck me," he moaned, pressing his ass into my cock, and squeezing it hard. "Give me your load, man, fuck me deep." I felt the familiar tingling at the tip of my cock, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. Jason took the bottle of poppers from Nathan, and did a hit himself. "Damn boy," he moaned. "I want to sperm your hole so badly," he said, pounding my ass hard. "I can't hold off much longer," I said, my hips thrusting hard into Sean's body. My cock was stiffening, and I could feel that the slow drip of pre-cum was turning into a veritable *******, anticipating of my orgasm. "Shoot in me, please," Sean begged. "Don't pull out. Don't waste it." He thrust his ass back and clamped down on my cock. I stopped trying to hold back and rammed my cock deep into him. My balls tightened up, and a wonderful surge of sperm shot through my shaft right into Sean's waiting hole. As I started to shoot my clean, pure sperm into Sean, Jason's cock also stiffened and surged. He unloaded a spurt of dirty, infected semen into my waiting hole, right in synchrony with my orgasm. Quickly, the three of us fell into a vicious, re-enforcing circle of insemination: Sean would squeeze on my cock, which made me shoot another wad of cum into his hole; in shooting, I tightened my own ass which milked out more of Jason's deadly sperm. In turn, that made me unload some more into Sean. Together, the three of us were locked in an unyielding orgasm, which drained our balls and filled our holes. Sadly, eventually, our three-way orgasmic ordeal faded. Jason's balls were drained first: he had already unloaded into me earlier in the morning. Then, my balls were tapped out. However, the three of us remained connected through our unprotected shafts that were still buried inside of each other. Only long after the orgasm faded away and the faint remnants of the poppers had cleared from our heads did we realize that Nathan had been photographing the whole thing. "Fucking hot, men," he said, smiling as he put down the camera. I couldn't speak, still exhausted by the fuck and the orgasm. Luckily, I didn't have to say anything, as Jason grabbed me, and started to kiss me. "Wow, that was hot," he said, between thrusts of his tongue into my mouth. "I love breeding your hole, nephew," he said. "And I'm going to be so proud to be your bugdaddy." He whispered the last line, quietly enough that only the two of us could hear it. "Fuck, I needed that," Sean said. He slowly pulled away from my cock, but was careful not to let a drop of sperm drip from his hole. I stayed still, and kept Jason's still-firm tool in my hole as Sean extricated himself. "Anytime you want Greg, I'm ready," he said. "Especially once you're shooting poz loads." "Hop in the pool?" Nathan asked, as Sean shakily stood up from the chair. "Definitely," Sean said. With a running start, he jumped into the pool. The splash hit all three of us. Jason jumped from the shock of the cool water hitting him. Unfortunately, he also pulled his cock out of my hole. Jason and I joined Sean into the pool. The three of us let the cool clean water wash off the sweat and lube our energetic fuck fest had left on us.

At the end of the day, it's the cum for me. I find BB to be a very spiritual experience. I am sure a lot of guys see sex as just a thing to get off but I take it as a spiritual thing. Spiritually BB allows me to connect with my own body as as well connect mentally with myself. It is also an opportunity to connect to another physical being. When getting fucked raw, I feel centered with myself. That being said, it is the cum that keep me coming for more. When a guy shoot his load in me, I can not even begin to describe the HAPPINESS, sense of PRIDE, and sense of PURPOSE I feel to be privileged with such a gift. I feel WHOLE and COMPLETE through bareback. This is why I never shoot cum out when fucked. When a guy cums in me, I keep in me and let it absorb. I have had tops wanting me to push out cum and I just do not get into that at all.