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Dad’s Basement Part Thirty Eight Doc’s basement was nothing like ours, well at least this part wasn’t. We had entered a waiting room, complete with out of date magazines. I was a bit surprised and puzzled, wondering if this was really where he practiced medicine, or was this some sort of role-playing set up. “What’s wrong?” Dad asked. “It's just not what I expected,” I answered. “It’s not always about fucking, most of the time yes, but not always.” Dad pushed a button and somewhere in the back a bell went off. I assumed it was Doc’s way of knowing his next patient had arrived. I flopped down into a chair to wait my turn. Of course this wasn’t a great idea, pain surged through me once my ass hit the seat. It wasn’t long until a door opened and I expected to see Luis or Jose, hell what ever his name was, standing there, but his man I didn’t know. He was a tall black man dressed in scrubs and they looked like they were about to pop. His muscular body was stretching them to their limits and his crotch was bulging outwards. “Matt?” he said. I stood up and moved towards him. He had extended his hand and I grabbed and shook it. His hand was rough and dry. “You want me to come with you, son?” Dad asked me. “I’m a big boy Daddy, I can do this by myself,” I replied as the black guy and I walked through the door and into a hall. “Good luck,” Dad said. The man led me to a small room at the end of the hall. We both went in and I sat down on the exam table. “Doc knows why you are here, so strip and wait for him, please.” I jumped up and removed my shirt before the man could leave. I turned and bent over, dropping my chest, exposing my ass to him. I made sure that my crack opened giving him a little show of my pucker. I could hear him emit a slight moan as he observed my little show. However, I even got to a full standing position, he was gone and the door was shut. I sat back down on the exam table and looked around the room. It appeared to be a routine medical office. Was I missing something? As perverted as my Dad and his friends were, there would have to be something I couldn’t see. There was a soft knock and Doc entered. “Matt, I heard your hole has had some trauma?” “Well, Dax had Dad pretend rape me for a live sex show and things got a little out of control.” “Yeah, I saw that, shot two loads when it was live and two more from my recording.” “Really?” “Yeah, it was fucking hot” he said. “We fucked again when we got home and I wanted it rough again.” “And now pain.” “Yeah, and not the good kind.” “Well, put your feet up and let’s take a look.” I did as I was told and put my feet up in the stirrups, leaving my ass open for him to exam me. He grabbed a tube of lube and put a little on his finger. He sat on a stool at in front of my ass and began to exam me. I felt him pull open my hole, slowly and gently, moving his head in for a closer look. It was only seconds, when he stood up. “There's nothing really major, just a superficial scratch in your ring. It will heal on its own. I'll give you a cream to put on it to ease the pain, but this will put your hole out of commission for about two weeks.” “Damn, no dick.” He just shook his head. He was standing at the end of the table. I watched him unbutton his white lab coat, then unzip his pants. Reaching inside he pulled out his semi hard cock and his balls. They hung down in front of him. “Doc, I thought you said 'no dick'?” “Were you really going to obey that advice?” I pushed my pucker out, winking at him, enticing him. His cock twitched as I pushed my hole out over and over, it grew until it was rock hard. He spread some lube onto his cock and pushed in. I tensed up in pain. “Relax, it will only hurt for a moment,” Doc said. I took a deep breath as he slid his cock deep into my hole, his belt buckle pressed against my ass cheeks as he pushed deeper into me. I moaned loudly. “Don’t worry boy, the only people that can here you are your Dad and my nurse James. And if I know your father he's riding that black cock as I speak.” “I dumped a load in Dad this morning, so he has some lube.” “Might need a bit more than that. James is hung, over eleven inches.” “Damn, I would like to see Daddy taking that." My mind started thinking about James sitting in a chair, scrub pants around his ankles and Dad sliding his ass up and down on his big black cock. My own cock was getting hard, not just from the mental picture but from Doc’s big cock in my hole. “James is always horny, dumped two loads up my hole this morning,” Doc casually remarked. I reached down and grabbed Doc’s shirt and pushed him back only to pull him in hard, driving is cock in and out of my hole. That was until he pulled my hand off. “On no you little fucker, I’m in the driver’s seat, you're just the ride!” Doc took off his lab coat and started to unbutton his shirt. I watched as he exposed his chest to me. As he did this he slowly moved his cock in and out of my hole. I slid my hand down to my cock and slowly ran my hand up and down the hard shaft. Doc increased his speed of fucking my hole, his nut sac and his belt still hitting my ass as he drove into me deep. His cock felt truly amazing in my hole, and the pain that I had experienced was now pleasure. Of course, I was slowly discovering that pain was a pleasure, even intense pain. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, as Doc increased the force of him driving into me. The table was making all kinds of noise, squeaks, rattles and was moving a bit as he slammed his cock into me. He bent over and slid his arms under me, and looked them around my back, instinctively I did the same, but around his neck. He lifted me up off the table and I slowly dropped down onto his cock, impaling myself of his thick, hard cock. “Good boy” he said, “hold tight." Doc opened the door to the room and headed down the hallway and back out into the waiting room. As we got closer I could hear the sounds of someone being fucked and knew it was Dad and James. Doc reached for the door that was separating the hall and the waiting room, as he opened it I squeezed my ass around his cock. Doc turned to close the door and I got my first view of Dad and James. They were both naked and James was sitting in a middle chair, Dad was facing away from James and was slowly lifting and lowering his ass on James' cock. The contrast between the two was so erotic. Doc lifted me off his cock, placing me on the floor. I was on my hands and knees between Dad’s legs. He then shifted, putting his feet on the chairs next to James, one on each side. Doc rammed his cock in and pushed me forward, closing the gap between me and James’ cock. “Lick his cock and balls as your Daddy fucks himself on it,” James instructed. I didn’t need to be told twice, my tongue was out and licking the shaft of his cock as soon as it would appear out of my Dad’s ass. I was amazed that Dad was sitting on the whole fucking thing. It was massive not only in length but girth, so, even when Dad was all the way down on it, I had plenty to lick, not the least of which being his massive dark nut sac. Doc was steadily fucking my hole, slamming into me harder and harder, smashing my face in James sac. Dad’s cock and balls were bouncing off the top of my head as he moved up and down James’ shaft. Dad pulled off James’ cock and I seized it quickly in my mouth, sliding as far down on it as I could. I could feel the big black cock cutting off my airway and I slid back on it, I could taste Dad’s ass juice and my load from earlier. I wrapped my finger around the base and held it straight up for Dad to sit back down on it. He had turned so he was now facing James so his beautiful hairy ass would now be in my view. I watched as his hole stretched open and James’ big cock slid inside. My own cock jumped at the sight. Dad started to ride James’ cock again, this time he was moving faster. James’ hands were cupping Dad’s hairy cheeks and guiding him up and down his shaft. Doc was fucking my hole at nearly the same pace that Dad and James were fucking. “Work my nips, Drew,” James said to my Dad. Dad’s fingers grabbed James’ nipples and began to twist and pinch them, I could see his muscles move in his arms as he did this. James liked his nipples worked hard, it seemed. I started to lick James’ sac again, but this time sucking his nuts into my mouth. “Squeeze them you little fucker” James yelled. I reached up and wrapped my fist around them, while Doc grabbed my hips to help steady me. I slowly applied pressure to his sac, squeezing harder and harder. I could see his head was thrown back. I tighten my grip and squeezed harder. Doc was pounding my hole, ramming his cock in and out, and at some point had started to remove his cock completely and then ramming it back in. I knew my hole would be gape wide open after this. Dad was still fucking himself on James’ cock. I could feel his balls tightening up in my fist, so I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Fuck, going breed your hairy hole, Drew, gonna shoot.” I could feel his body stiffen up as his cock and balls started to jump. I had a close up view of the contractions of his cock as he emptied his load into my Dad’s hole. It just kept pulsating, even as Dad sat on it. Doc slammed his cock into me and I felt his cock pulse and twitch in my hole. I was getting my first load of the day and it only made me want more. I really wanted to slide down on James’ cock. Rip in my hole or not. I wanted that cock. Dad slowly raised off of James’ cock, I leaned in and engulfed the big black head in my mouth. It was still leaking cum and I slid down, again taking it in until I was choking myself. “Maybe your pussy can take it all, little man,” James said. “That’s something I want to see,” Dad said. “Let’s move to the bedroom” Doc suggested. All four of us got up and headed up to Doc’s bedroom, where I was tossed on the bed. “Looks like little man is ready for a good old fashioned gang bang,” James said.

Part 14 “Make this whore happy, slide your dick in me please” “Sorry, you are carrying way to may STD’s for me” Brad said. I heard the outer door to the restroom open and foot steps. “Maybe it’s another cock for me” I said. “Nope, just Dr. Martin” he said, “and his cock won’t go near you either” Damn, just my luck. I wanted more cock. “Brad, go out and pack up, we are done here, well at least for today” Brad quickly left the stall and the restroom. Dr. Martin came into the stall, standing a few feet away. “Have a seat, Alex,” he said, “You are done here today. You are to head home and let the viruses do their work. It’s best to not get fucked anymore, since you are carrying a few STD’s and the company doesn’t want this project to go public. Stocks and shit like that” “Yes, Doctor” “This is for you” he said, giving me an envelope, “you are instructed to read it at home” “Yes, Sir” “Here is my card, when you sero-convert, please call me.” “I what” “Sero-convert or in other words, get the fuck flu.” he said, “and you will know when you get it” “Flu, got it” “Card is inside the envelope” He left the stall and the restroom with out another word. I slowly put my clothes back on and by the time I left there was no one outside the restroom. Once in the elevator, I stood quietly as I rode down to the parking garage. I only nodded a hello to the people coming and going on the elevator with me. I was mostly worried that I smelt like sex or I had a wet spot on the back of my pants. Then it occurred to me, I wasn’t going to be coming back here anyway, this building was in my past, I had a great unknown future ahead of me. Leaving early, put me a head of the rush hour traffic and I got home quickly, which also made parking a lot easier too at my building. I had another envelope taped to my door, waiting for me, but I soon discovered it wasn’t from my boss. It said: Alex, I need to talk to you. I got really sick over the weekend and I went to my doctors. He was a bit baffled as to why I was sick. He did a bunch of tests and i just got the results. He and I were shocked with one. I tested positive for HIV and I think you and your boss gave it to me. You two were the only ones that I had sex with without a condom, and that was not by my choice. It was yours and his. I need to know if you both have this disease and what are you two going to do about it. Danny I laughed so hard reading this, shit this fucker was so stupid. I put my stuff in my apartment and went back to the parking area. His car was gone, so I quickly went back to my place to write a reply. Danny, How fucking dare you accuse me and my boss of giving you HIV. I am negative and so is he. You twisted whore, you do know condoms fail. Maybe one of your “safe” tricks fucked you with out one or best yet, wore a doctored condom so it would break while he was fucking you and flooded your ass with cum. You may act all innocent, but I have heard from different guys at the bars that you are a whore and don’t really care, even though you act like you do. Just admit that you are a whore and fucked yourself over. Oh and as for your “what are you two going to do about it” - you can shove that up your poz hole, because we are not going to do dick. You are going to live the rest of your life as a whore, taking loads. Your passive/aggressive note pissed me off - so go fuck yourself. Accusing people with no proof. You ass hole. I didn’t even sign my name, I didn’t fold it, or put it in an envelope. I quickly put it on his door for the whole floor to see. I can’t wait to hear the talk through the building. I made a couple cocktails and sat back in my dark apartment, listening to chatter outside in the hall and doors opening and closing. In my mind I was laughing my ass off. I had anticipated a knock on my door at some point in the evening but none came. I climbed under my covers, watched a movie on my lap top with headphones and went to sleep early. Totally forgetting about my boss’ letter. It was about midnight, when I woke up to piss and remembered it. Before I got it, I cracked open my door, just to see if that sniveling prick responded. I chuckled when I saw that he hadn’t I grabbed my boss’ letter and went back to bed.

Saturday night I was at one of the chicken hawk bars ogling the guys. One shy youth sat down at a corner table. An hour and a half passed, and he just kept drinking. I decided this was THE BOY. I strolled over and introduced myself. His name was Andy, 5' 9", a thin 150, dark hair, satin-smooth skin. I ordered us tequilas. He was 21 and bi-curious. It was his first time in a Gay Bar. We made small talk as he sipped one drink after another. I made sure he never lacked for liquid refreshment. By closing time he was about to pass out. Since I figured a respectable boy like himself wouldn't want to go home drunk, I suggested we get a room at the Baths. He slurred he'd love to see the Baths. I vowed the Kid would get broken in right. I dragged him out of the bar and into my car. I drove to a Bathhouse only 5 minutes away Andy could barely walk and stumbled into our room, collapsing on the bed. I locked the door and pulled off his clothes. Now that we were alone, I kissed him ALL OVER. I don't know how he would have responded had he been sober; but in his intoxicated state, we made out for 20 minutes before he passed out. I'd specifically requested one of the "sling" rooms, and in that apparatus that I struggled to position him. Just looking at the young, slim, hairless body gave me a hardon, knowing what was forthcummin'. I pulled out a large hit of Tina and worked it up his Chute, well past his Sphincter, so the Fucker would quickly absorb it. I secured the stirrups and restraints, so his fresh Virgin Hole was exposed to all Cumers. ! spat on my Cock and lined my Shaft up with his Virgin Boy Cunt. Call me a Sadist, but I just love to plow ALL THE WAY into an unsuspecting Boy's Ass, the less Lube, the better—breaks a Cunt in real fast. So I tore into Andy, ripping him open like a high school girl before I gave him his first Cumload, thick, creamy, and POZ. Now that I had taken his innocence, and, hopefully his health, it was time for the real fun to begin. I flung open the door—and men, young and old, fat and thin, handsome and ugly (mostly ugly) began to traipse in. I knew some were POZ. Most notable among them was Ol' Frank, not chronologically old, but so-called because of his advanced AIDS, emaciated, with sunken cheeks, and KS Lesions on his arms and legs, even his tongue—I've tasted it! I noticed Ol' Frank ravished the Boy several times that night, and a smirk graced his cracked lips whenever he shot. But all good things must Cum to an end, and in the morning I had to leave. I'd dumped in the Youth several times; and I swear, the geography of Andy's Anal Canal had become common knowledge among the Bath's Patrons. I smiled at the Kid, trapped in the Sling, Cunt all red, leaking pink Spooge, which ran down his thighs, to pool on the canvas beneath him. There was literally a quarter-cup of the Staff of Death puddled there. Grabbing a cone-shaped cup from the water cooler, I scooped up what I could and forced it down the semi-conscious Boy's throat. I bid him farewell, though I doubt if he heard me; and, after renewing his room for another 12 hours, asked the Desk Clerk to look in on him from time to time. That night I got a call about 9 PM. It was the Clerk On Duty. He said he'd made a terrible mistake Just as he was leaving Andy's room, he got an urgent page back to the Lobby. In his haste, he'd failed to latch Andy's door. It'd swung wide open. They got really busy, and the Clerk didn't get back to Andy till late afternoon. From what Andy said, some Wise Ass had forced a rubber ball between his teeth, then the Dude, and 15 other guys, proceeded to rape him.. Andy was huddled in a corner of the lobby, terrified and crying, as he awaited a cab. The Clerk had tried to calm him, telling him everything would be OK. Of course, that was bullshit. Andy would never be the same again.

Part 5; Jack motioned for my boy to stand up. Bob pulled off my boys Tee, and pulled down his clean Jockstrap, leading to Bob rimming my boys cum leaking bleeding cunt. Jack started kissing my boy, running his hands all over his body. Bob stood up, parted my boys ass cheeks, and slid in with his toxic cock. Bob was holding my boy by his hips, and looking down with depraved lustful sounds and expressions at his diseased Dick sliding in and out. Wei and I looked on as my beautiful boy was sandwiched between Jack & Bob. As I have said before; Pale white Anaemic, with pot bellies, severe muscle wasting (especially of the arms, legs, glutes (ass muscles), and face), AIDS Men, USING the young and fit, tight, tanned, bubble butt body of my sweet boy. Jack pulled away from kissing my boy, and soon brought out some Coke, which we all, Bob, Jack, myself, my boy, and Wei all took multiple 'bumps' of. Jack & Bob got my boy to lay on the vinyl play sheet on the floor, supporting his head and one arm with cushions. I stood sideways, about a few feet behind my boys head, so I could keep a close eye, and if he looked up he could see me. Jack put the tourniquet on, and got the syringe to hand. Bob got the scalpel, crouched by my boys face, and said, 'You completely sure you want and are ready for Uncle Bobs blood, his DNA? Once Uncle Bob is Dead, he will always remain inside you'. 'Yes Uncle Bob, PLEASE, I need it. Do what you want. Anything'. Wei went to leave the room. I summoned him to kneel before me and, Suck. He obeyed. Right in front of my boys face, Bob made 2 deep cuts into his index and middle fingers. He maneuvered between my boys legs, spreading them wide, inserting his 2 bleeding fingers, and rubbing them onto my boys internal pussy flesh. 'My fingers are in Jack'. Jack inserted the needle, and injected Bobs dirty blood into my boys innocent veins. Needle out, and compressed for a few minutes. Jack held the needle in front of my boys face ... 'It's done'. With that, my boy put his forearms behind his knees, lifting his legs, so his battered cunt was even more exposed, looked up at me, smiled in ecstasy making frantic grunts. Bob took his fingers out, and rammed the toothbrush up my boys cunt. His movements were that of if you are cleaning your teeth, vigorously. The toothbrush came out, Bob mounted my boy, fucking him, slowly. Jack left the room. I ordered Wei to lie on his back, where I used his spit as lube, and entered. I became so mesmerized by fucking this very cute boy and his tight cunt, that I hadn't noticed that Bob was no longer fucking my boy. In fact, I heard Bob say, 'I am close to cumming, and when I do, you must NOT swallow, but instead keep your mouth closed, and let Uncle Bobs cum collect at the front of your bottom jaw'. I looked up from Fucking Wei, and because we were both kneeling, my boy and I's eye level was now the same. Across the room I saw Jack had come back, accompanied by Skinhead Pete, both watching on, stroking. Now I know from experience, that Bob shoots quite a hefty load. Would my boy be able to keep it all in place, as instructed!? I saw Bob tense up, and his animals grunts, and thrusting signaled he was unleashing his dirty cum. (My boy did tell me later that the first few shots went right down his throat). He pulled out still shooting, knowing all to well my boys mouth would now be full. Bob sprayed & smeared the remainder of his dirty load on my boys face. He spat on his face, slapping it hard ... 'Look at you you dirty Bastard. Daddys little boy has finally cut those apron strings. Now, where you lay earlier, taking Uncle Bobs DNA, I want you to go to that same spot, and get on all 4's, facing your Daddy, and keeping that mouth shut until I say so'. My boy did as instructed, at which point, Pete made his way over. I hadn't noticed earlier, after the first time Pete had fucked my boy, but, his usual PA piercing was different, the standard ball closure was now a 'spiked' ball closure, and they were big. Pete lubed my boy up by ramming in the toothbrush with a dozen or so merciless strokes. He stuck his Dick in for the second time this evening. 'Hold your Dick still Pete. Now, I want you to look up at your Daddy, do not avert your gaze, open that mouth of yours filled with your Uncle Bobs filthy Cum, and do not let any spill out'. My boy looked at me, and opened his mouth. 'OK Pete, go'. Pete wasn't off his face like he was a little while earlier, and was Fucking like the Pete I know, which is very fast and hard for a few minutes, then around 30 seconds soft and slowly, back to very fast and hard. Alternating between these 2 rhythms. Because I had already cum, I was able to fuck Wei for longer, without getting close. I spent most of my time fucking him looking into his eyes, or kissing him. However, each time I did look across at my boy, he was doing as instructed, staring at me with his mouthful of Cum open. He was managing to keep some in, but, a lot was drooling from the sides of his mouth. I was looking into Wei's eyes, really enjoying his smooth Asian pussy, when I heard Pete say, 'Oi, Dee, look at this' ... I looked at Pete, he looked at me, smirking ... 'He's got one fine cunt your boy', and with that he pounded with no mercy, my boy spilling Cum from his mouth, Pete getting faster, breathing heavier and with one final thrust Pete arched back, head in the air, and roared and grunted as he came, completely holding his position still. No in and out. Just deeply impaled, his chest spread wide open, with the message on his chest that I saw earlier now really clear to see; 'Hep C Pig'. Regaining composure, Pete chuckled, withdrew, tapped my boy on his ass, and left, without a word. Bob got my boy to standing, looked in his mouth, then his eyes, holding him tightly by his neck, and said; 'Swallow, NOW'. I started to completely focus in on Fucking Wei. He deserved my undivided attention. I was getting close. 'Where do you want me to cum, boy'? Not that it really mattered, I just get off of hearing them SAY it! 'Cum inside me again Daddy'. I bolted my second load of the night inside him. His legs wrapped around my back, kissing, he said softly, 'I wanna be your boy'. I told him I already have a boy, but he'd be more than welcome to spend time with us, and maybe become integrated in a poly state. He smiled. We got up. Everyone else had left. I led us out the room, holding Wei's hand. I saw Pete. 'Hey Pete' ... 'Hey Dee mate. If you are looking for your boy Josh, he just went to the basement a few moments ago hand in hand with Fred'. Fred was another regular at these parties. Wei and I made our way down. And now I cannot say anymore, as we were greeted with the lights dimmed so dim, you can barely see what is in front of you. This happens when the party just becomes a complete free for all. The music was still going but had been turned down. Sling chains being rattled, grunts, growls ... Heaven!

Part 18 Bam Bam gave Charlie a ride home early Monday morning. Right after he disappeared into the house Bam Bam saw his father down the street. He slowly drove towards him with his window rolled down. Bam Bam let him know that everything h e wanted was accomplished. He had been exposed to Bam Bam's un-medicated virus through multiple loads deep in his ass along with dirty needles that contained some of his poz blood. He also reported that by the end of the couple days his son was openly asking for Tina any way he could get it into his body. His son was given a small amount of Tina, a pipe a one dirty needle to inject himself with if he desperately wanted to slam. Bam Bam was handed an envelope containing $1500 as Charlie's father said, "Half now, the other half converts." Bam Bam told the man, "I figure he'll be poz 7 to 10 days." He was basing the tie frame on when Robbie converted after his weekend visiting. Robbie began to feel slightly ill one week after his visit. His conversion was solely from poz cum he had deposited inside his ass from himself and Matt. He figured the added poz blood he received in the dirty needles along with the extended drug use he expected from the 18 year-old cum dump would get him there about the same time if not quicker. Bam Bam made the drive back to school and found Robbie home alone in bed. Bam Bam knew Robbie had an appointment Saturday night to strip for some drunk frat boys before servicing each and every brother who was there to watch him do his thing. He quickly stripped off his clothes to join his boyfriend naked in bed. The two shared stories of their weekend work which turned them both on to the point where Robbie quickly mounted Bam Bam's growing cock using the cum still present in his ass for lubrication. This brought Bam Bam around knowing that they both would be needing to add something to the fucking that was just beginning. Robbie had 2 points prepared as he handed his man a rig he prepared or himself. The two became still as they each simultaneously slammed the other. They kissed as they removed their tourniquets together only breaking the kiss as they each coughed before They rolled over so Robbie was on his back as Bam Bam began to plow his ass. They spent the morning fucking before Robbie had to go to a late afternoon class and Bam Bam had a lecture right after dinner. Bam Bam made sure to see Steve before going to his lecture to give him the $1500 he received for his work that weekend. Steve took $500 out of the envelope and handed it back to Bam Bam along with a bag of Tina. He then asked his new boss where he was headed the coming weekend only to be told that the next scheduled pozzing would be in 2 to 3 weeks. He had someone who wanted to get back at his ex boyfriend by pozzing him through his new boyfriend. The only activity for the weekend ahead was Robbie going to a private party at a local rave. This rave was held every 3 months. The guy who arranges the rave has always had a VIP room where special guests could hang out. He was able to book Robbie to work the room as a sort of host making sure his special guests are treated right. When the weekend came Bam Bam went with Matt as he took Robbie over to the rave to work. The host invited them to stay as long as they wanted. The two figured they check out the guys attending the rave to see if they could find a boy to corrupt. They quickly spotted a group of high seniors from one of the area high schools. Matt knew that they were seniors when he spied the twins in the group. He knew the twins twins (Allan and Arthur) from wrestling and although they were seniors, the pair was 19 years old. Their parents held them back a year to help with their wrestling in high school. Matt made a comment to Bam Bam that he thought their might be something going on between the two identical twins as they continued to scope the group out the group of dancing jocks. They watched as they began to break away dwindling the group from 8, to 6 to 5 before 3 dudes headed off leaving the twins all alone. The guys who split off went to chase female pussy (although it was suspected one of them went after a known bottom boi fag with whom they'd easily end up getting action with before the night was over. Matt thought this was a perfect opportunity to lure the twins away from the rave. he knew that the twins were big pot heads. He hoped that they might remember him from last summers wrestling camp when he first laid eyes on the two and figured them to be closeted fags. He knew neither had a girlfriend saying that they didn't want a girl to get int he way of their wrestling. The two were inseparable. Matt figured with a little weed, some G and Miss Tina, he could bring these boy out of their shell and discover their true self. The twins looked like they needed a break when Matt went over to say hi allowing him to introduce his friend Bam Bam. One of the twins asked Bam Bam about his nick name, to which he was given a direct answer about his club of a cock. The twins seemed oblivious to much of what was being talked about until Matt suggested they go somewhere and smoke a little weed that he had with him. Matt was familiar with the rave having attended the last one and he knew there was an area where they could go and light up. The weed was primo stuff and quickly had the twins baked since they made sure to get them to smoke more then the two college guys smoked. The next step was to offer the twins a 'drink'. Although anyone over 18 could get into the rave, they were strict when it came to serving alcohol. Of course Matt had a small bottle of booze that they could slip into their can of Coke with no one being the wiser. A nice dose of GHB was added to each of their Coke cans and between the weed and the G both twins were starting to loosen up while also starting to become slightly tired. Matt knew this opened up an avenue to lead the twins down the path of no return. They told the twins about a banging private party they could go to where they do some more drinking as the Twins were quietly escorted the sluggish twins out a back door so they wouldn't be seen leaving with the two college jocks as began to yawn and fight to stay awake. One twin was placed in the front seat of Bam Bam's car as the other was put in the back seat with Matt. As they drove off Matt commented kept building up the party as the twins fought to keep their eyes open. It was time to introduce them to Miss T. Matt pulled out his pipe and torch as he told the twins he had something to 'perk' them up for the rest of the night (and a good chunk of the next couple days) as he lit a torch and heated the bowl. He inhaled a decent hit before blowing the white cloud out and saying, "Damn, that's good!" He then handed the pipe to Bam Bam so he could take a hit. After he exhaled the white smoke he added his own comment, "I really needed that hit" before handing the pipe back to Matt who was now offering it to a curious twin asked what was in the pipe thinking it was more weed, "More weed will probably put me to sleep." Matt told them, "This stuff is a mild stimulant called T. It will help wake you guys up. So relax, let loose and have fun." He then urged them do as he and Bam Bam did in sucking the smoke and blowing out some clouds. Matt first offered the pipe to the twin in the back directing him when to start sucking in the magic smoke. Bam Bam made a comment about being hot as the twin in the back was blowing out his first cloud. When the twin in the front took his first hit and blew out an impressive cloud, Matt was agreeing with his friend driving about being too warm as they each took his t-shirt off revealing their well defined, muscular upper bodies. As the pipe went back and forth between the two twins each one cloud help from noticing the half naked stud sitting next to him. After each had taken 5 massive hits as Matt and Bam Bam worked to challenge each twin to attempt to out do the other by taking a bigger and bigger hit off the pipe. By this point each twin had perked up and began to feel the warmth around them as Matt encouraged them to take off their shirts. The twin in the front seat was the first to bare his smooth, lean, defined upper body before he told his brother to quit being a pussy and take off his shirt. The one twin in the back seat with Matt was trying to sneak a look at Matt's well defined upper body. He quickly asked Matt, "How hard was it to develop such your chest and arms?" The twin in the front seat was now looking back at Matt as he answered, "I got this from years of wrestling." Matt then flexed his arms and chest before suggesting the twins have a feel of his muscular upper body as they touched us arms, shoulders, chest and abs. Matt then pointed out the definition Bam Bam had was was all natural. Bam Bam never really spent any significant time in the weight room like Matt. Bam Bam offered then had the twins feel his body like they had done to Matt asking them to compare their muscular bodies. The twin's opinions were split with each twin picking the one that were sitting next to in the car. Then Matt and Bam Bam commented on how lean and fit the twins looked each now picking the twin that had picked them. Bam Bam was the the first of the two to reach over and feel the upper body of the twin next to him. Matt made sure to add his ow two cents in and compliment the twin close to him as he reach over an felt the twin's arms, chest and paying particular attention to his tight stomach. At first the uninvited touching ad the twins a little freaked, but after all they had just touched both of the guys they were riding with when they suddenly began to feel a little excited about being shirtless and touched. It was a long drive to get to the party they were taking the twins too and since they didn't want them to remember the directions, let a lone, the parties location. They twins began to ask more questions about the party, something they probably should have done before getting into the car. After a good 30 minutes they pulled up to a nice house on the edge of a near by town. The twins had no idea where they were or what they were in for as Bam Bam parked his car. The twins were about to put their shirts back on when Matt told them to leave them off. He added,"It typically gets very warm inside, your shirts will be safer in the car. Besides you guys have great lean, tight bodies. You should show them off." The twins followed Matt's advice and seeing the two older, well built guys leaving their shirts int he car did the same. The twins followed Matt and Bam Bam as they walked up to the house and walked right inside without ringing the door bell or even knocking. They seemed to know some of the people at the party as Matt had Bam Bam take the twins to the den. With the little bit of Tina and G already in the twins they probably didn't notice the crowd at the party were mostly gay guys, most of them showing some skin (with a couple bare ass naked) now ogling the half naked twinks. Matt quickly joined them with G spiked drinks as Bam Bam offered the pipe so that the twins could blow more clouds. Before too long each twin had taken another half dozen hits as they slowly drank down their drinks. Both twins seemed oblivious to what was going on around them as their eyes seemed to be half open. Matt took this opportunity to lean over and kiss the twin who rode with him in the back seat as Matt was working on his twin to shot gun of Tina. Matt wasn't sure what the twin's initial reaction would be, but knew what ever it was, it could be changed with more G and T. The twin Matt started to kiss surprised him as he quickly parted his lips giving allowing his tongue access to his mouth along with a quiet 'MMMM" to be heard. Bam Bam was already on his second shotgun with his twin as he got him to stand up as they were now kissing as they embraced and allowing him to loosen the twin's belt letting his baggy jeans to fall to the ground leaving him only in a pair of skimpy green bikini briefs.. Not to be out done, Matt maneuvered his twin to stand as Bam Bam began to lead his twin towards the host up stairs play area. Matt followed his friend as he worked to free his twin from his cargo shorts which now had this twin only wearing some black CK boxer briefs The guy who owns the house was a good friend of Steve. He created his second floor play room by knocking down all the walls (with the exception of 4 small, private play rooms. He had half a dozen slings hanging from the ceiling and mirrors on the ceiling and walls which provided the ability to see most of the action. Not to mention the numerous hidden cameras that recorded all of the action, They were greeted at the top of the stairs by one of the host 'house boys' who asked, "Fresh meat?" Matt simply nodded as he granted them access as Matt whispered to the 'house boy' and handing him his bag of party supplies. Matt knew he could trust the houseboy to make up a 4 slams, a couple nice ones for the twins and one each for he and Bam Bam. Most of the part guests were still down stairs except for a few who followed the twins as they were guided to the second floor. The twins were easily maneuvered into the slings as they lost the last bit of clothing that remained. Once in the sling the twins were distracted as they each were now on the receiving end of a rim job and thus allowing Matt and Bam Bam to loose their own clothing. Like clock work the house boy who had greeted them at the top of the stairs returned with a few of his fellow house boys to assist in making sure that each twin was secure in his sling. The twin had no clue as now a naked Matt and Bam Bam moved from where they had been eating ass to standing next to their twin with point and tourniquet in hand. With the ability to see each other in the mirrors of the play room they each began to administer the slams to their respective twin. They quickly applied the tourniquet and without the twins being ant the wiser with the G freely flowing through their lean, compact bodies, had a needle slipped in a prominent vein. They each registered that familiar red flash just before pushing the plunger down and bring the twins on the last step to becoming chem sex slam pigs, Matt spoke as the twins began coughing, "Ride it out boys, we'll see you on the other side" as he and Bam Bam moved back between their twins spread legs and administered their own slams. As the now wide eye and confused twins looked up at the naked forms before them as they were each impaled by a hard cock driven balls deep as the host joined them proclaiming, "Let the fucking begin!"

CHAPTER TWO Two days later he called me. Well, texted, actually. I think not having to actually speak to me made it less of a violation to him, like he wasn’t really cheating -and he certainly wasn’t cheating with another dude! The text said: Last day near book shop. Noon. Don’t be late. Short and sweet and to the point. I was at work but everyone deserves a little cock with their lunch, don’t they? I ducked out early so that I could get there on time. As before, it was just before noon and not terribly busy in the book store. I’d been coming from the opposite direction, so I didn’t see any of the construction or the crew when I arrived. But within a matter of minutes, he walked in the front door. Rushed in, actually, clearly so that none of his work buddies would see where he was sneaking off to. Our eyes met immediately and we headed back, silently, to the booths. We were there with a purpose so no time was wasted talking. He just followed me into the booth, locked the door behind us, and while I took my pants off, he fished his already fully erect dick out of his pants. This time he didn’t just take his dick out through the fly. He opened his jeans and let them fall to his ankles so that I could get a good look at those sexy, thick muscular legs. At first glance he looked lean-muscular. But those legs told a different story. Those legs were powerful and sexy -a strong weakness of mine. As if his Alpha attitude wasn’t enough to brainwash me, those legs certainly would do the trick! I got on my knees on the cum-sticky floor once again and got to work on that beautiful meat. He threw his head back and moaned as he enjoyed everything my mouth did to him. I heard him whispering to himself -Fuck, what are you doing to me? This was having some kind of effect on him, just not sure what. I think he was still in some sort of denial that he was in an adult book store with his dick in a faggot’s mouth. After a while I wanted to see how open I could get him to be so I eased off of his cock and started tonguing his balls. I slurped and licked those milk-makers like it was a melting popsicle. They were big and heavy, obviously full of cum -that thought got my mouth watering even more. What I wouldn’t give to feel that load going up my ass!! I wasn’t going to push my luck, though. He knew that I took dick up my ass without question, so it was there if he wanted. But all he seemed interested in was my mouth on his cock and balls. So he let me alternate between the two for at least 15 minutes. I normally get a little bored with lengthy blowjobs, but considering the environment and the sexy guy, I wasn’t bothered this time at all. I tried to brace myself with my hands on his muscular legs but he slapped them away. He really wasn’t into me touching him -probably too intimate, too gay. If only he knew -I really wanted to reach behind him and grab a firm butt cheek in each hand to pull his cock all the way down my throat as he emptied his seed into me. But no hands on legs definitely meant no hands on butt, so I managed. I was actually feeling a little like a con artist. Only I was going for the long con. Start off slow, earn their trust, and as he gets more comfortable, begin introducing new things extremely slowly so as to not scare him away. Possibly make him think it had been his idea -that would take a little work, but with patience it could be done. With a little time, I knew that I could get him wanting, needing, more than just a blowjob. Like last time, he took a firm grip on my ears and began to slam his cock into my throat, gagging me so deliciously, until he finally grunted loudly and flooded my mouth with his yummy cum. I let it all pool on my tongue, delighting in the feel of his as it slithered around in my mouth. The very second that I taste a fresh load, I get so fucking horny, and today was no exception. This was putting me into overdrive. Finally, after a minute or so, as he redressed and caught his breath, I swallowed his seed and smiled up at him. “Worth it?” I asked. “Worth what?” he asked, frowning. “The risk of getting spotted coming here.” The corner of his mouth tugged up on one side, giving him an extra sexy crooked grin. “I already scoped the area out this morning before anyone showed up to the site. Back door will take me out of sight and I’ll head back around from the other way.” I stood up to relieve my sore knees, and laughed at him. “Sounds like spy work. Too bad today’s the last day on this job.” He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? You like sucking this dick, faggot?” he asked, grabbing his denim clad bulge in his right hand. Fuck, I can never resist a man who grabs his crotch -there is nothing more masculine. “Damn right I do,” I told him. “My offer still stands. Any time you need to drain those balls, call or text and I’ll be there.” “You an on-call whore for all guys?” he asked gruffly. “Nah. I have a few friends I fuck around with, but no one I’ve made that arrangement with.” He just nodded, maybe glad, I don’t know. He’s not at all interested in me, so why would he feel possessive? He let those other guys breed me last time, maybe he just likes being in charge. Alpha, after all. I thought he was going to leave but he stopped with his hand on the handle, and turned back to me. He gestured over to the glory hole. There was no dick sticking through, but there was a helluva lot of cum dripping down the wall from some morning customers. Probably some ass juices, too. “Clean that shit up,” he ordered. My eyes took in the messy hole. There was cum all around it, and a thick trail all the way down the wall, ending with a nice sized puddle on the floor. My mouth was salivating again, my dick was throbbing in my jock strap, and my ass was quaking. I really wished I’d gotten fucked again while sucking him, but no such luck today. I started slowly licking around the hole, glancing sideways at him to see if he was enjoying what I was doing. Judging from the bulge in his jeans, I’d say so. I couldn’t believe I was doing something so dirty. Spent cum from total strangers, and who knows how many guys it had come from? Although that thought sort of scared me, it turned me on more, and fueled my hunger. I slurped and licked my way down the wall and stopped at the puddle on the floor. There had to be a good half cup or more there. On my knees again at this point, I couldn’t help it -I reached down and swirled my fingers around in the cummy mess. Once they were good and coated, I watched him as I reached back and inserted those fingers up my ass. “Fucking pig whore!” he yelled at me. “Do it again!” he ordered. I dipped my fingers in two more times and shoved the cum into my greedy hole, and then he lifted his booted foot up and stopped on my shoulder. Then he pushed me down, face down, towards the puddle. Even though I’d scooped up some of the loads into my ass, there was still lots there and he clearly wanted to watch me eating it all up off of the dingy disgusting book store floor. I couldn’t even imagine how many years of loads had accumulated on this floor and here I was on my knees, about to ingest all that I could. For him. His foot held firm as my face was in the slimy puddle like a pig in a trough. I slurped and I sucked until there was nothing left. And then he released me. I sat up licking my chops, smiling at him, even though he wore a look of amused disgust. “I’ll call you,” he said, abruptly turning and disappearing. And just like that he was gone, and I realized I had to get my filthy ass back to work. Good thing I had a high-protein lunch to get me through the rest of the day. I hoped I didn’t have to wait long for his next call.

Yesterday I stopped at Peepland during the "noontime rush" that most of the Las Vegas ABSs get during lunch time. When I pulled into the parking lot, there were only two cars, still I paid my admission and got $20 worth of $1 bills to feed the video machines. Sure enough, there were two red lights illuminated over two booths in the hallway of a dozen booths. I tried the first door. It was locked. Damn! I tried the second door. Bingo! Unlocked. I went in to find a handsome, next door neighbor type guy in his mid 30's sitting on the chair, his cock out in his hand, stroking it to some str8 porn. I stepped fully into the booth, locked the door, dropped to my knees and began to suck on his semi-hard cock. He let out a soft moan as his cock began to fully harden in my mouth. After a couple of minutes, he pushed my head away, unbuckled his pants, lifted his ass as he pulled his pants down to his ankles. I took this time to take some deep drags on my poppers. He pulled his pants off his feet and tossed them into the corner. I went back to worshiping his cock, which had swollen to about six rock hard inches. I licked up and down the underside of his cock, then licked his smooth balls. Now he groaned loudly. I licked under his balls and he lifted his legs slightly, so I pushed his legs up and licked his hairy asshole. "Oh, fuck!" I heard him softly say. I licked his ass and balls for a few minutes, then went back to sucking his cock. It only took about seven or eight minutes of cocksucking before he finally began to fill my mouth with his sweet juice. In typical "Str8 guy fashion" he immediately pulled his cock from my mouth, stood, pulled-on his pants and was out the door in a flash. LOL. I always laugh to myself about this with str8 guys. The nano-second a straight guy begins to cum, he decides he must get out of this situation immediately. I've found more than one straight guy won't even finish cumming before he splits - almost as if something clicks in the guy's brain and he just then realizes a GUY has just him off and it's just too "Gay" for the straight guy to deal with. As soon as this guy had exited the booth, the door opened again and in walked a Latino Daddy type guy in his late 50's. He was short and slender with a black mustache and one or two day's growth of facial stubble. He entered the booth, locked the door, opened his pants and presented his limp, uncut cock up to my lips. So naturally I began to suck on his foreskin. After a minute or so, he sat back on the chair as I fed several dollar bills into the video machine, also taking a few drags on my poppers. Then I resumed sucking on his ample foreskin. His cock grew, then I pushed his foreskin over his cockhead and began to suck his cock. His cock quickly grew to full hardness as he flipped through the movies to find one that was exciting to him, settling on a firm involving two black guys feeding an Asian chick. After I had plied my cock sucking skills for about five minutes to his seven inch, very thick cock, the Latino papi leaned forward and felt up my ass. Great! He wanted to fuck. "Want to fuck me?" I asked. "You got a condom?" he asked. "No", I replied. "Damn!", he said. I continued to suck him. After a few more minutes he again leaned forward and felt my ass again. "Show me your ass," he demanded. I stood, unbuckled my shorts, pushed them to my ankles and stepped out of them. Turning, I bend over and spread my ass. Without hesitation he fingered my hole. Reaching into the pocket of my shorts, I located and handed to the Papi a small bottle of lube I had brought. I further prepared myself for the invasion by taking some drags on my poppers. He dribbled some lube on my hole and likewise lubed his cock. As I took another hit on the poppers, his cock head was pressing at my hole, only to push its way in to my hole in one quick, smooth thrust, immediately thrusting hard and deep. I took hold of the molded plastic chair that's bolted to the cement floor as he rams deeply into me. About ten minutes of hard pounding finally brings a soft groan as he fills my ass with his load of cum. My ass milked every last drop I could get from him. He then quickly withdrew, wiped-off his cock with the paper towels from the dispenser by the screen, pulled-up his pants and was out of there. I put my shorts back on and sit down to catch my breath for a second. The movie time runs out and I decide to go out into the hallway and check to see if anyone else had arrived. At the far end of the hallway of booths are two booths that share a gloryhole between them. I see one of those booth doors closed and the red light is on. So, I go into the adjoining booth, lean down and view into the large, oval hole that's been cut into the wall. I see a white guy in his mid 40's standing in that booth. His limp cock is hanging out of his zipper as he flips through the movies available on the tv monitor. I do the finger tap on the bottom of the g/h. He sees me do it, but continues to flip through the channels. There's 200 channels in these booths and he seems to be in no hurry to find one. Finally after what seems like an eternity, he settles on a chick on chick film. Two slutty bitches are taking turns eating each other's shaved pussies. He now touches his limp cock for the first time as I lock the door to my booth and feed a couple of dollars into my video machine. I now position myself on my knees, my face at the g/h. He now turns to me and steps up to the hole, putting his limp cock onto my tongue as I open my mouth and extend my tongue. I wrap my lips around his cock and begin to suck. His cock is not quick to harden. But I'm determined to get him hard. I want his str8 load. Finally, his cock starts to harden. His cock is about 6"s. It's very slender. It's actually the perfect size and angle for me to deepthroat. I'm swallowing his cock balls deep. Without taking his cock from my mouth, I sniff some poppers and make love to his cock. I'm massaging and tickling his hairy balls as I worship his cock. I feel his cock begin to throb, his mushroom cock head swells, then his cock unloads in my mouth. Again, in typical str8 guy fashion, he quickly pulls his cock from me. He zips up and leaves his booth. Another guy quickly steps into the booth, closes the door and leans forward to see my face in the large, oval glory hole. He feeds a dollar into the machine an unzips. This guy is perhaps late 20's, early 30's. He's got shoulder length, dirty blond hair. A short beard and mustashe. He's muscular, wearing shorts, flip-flops and a tank top t-shirt. He's really quite a hunk. He changes the movie to a str8 film with a likewise muscle stud pounding some blond bitch. His cock is already fairly hard. Just a few moments of my sucking has him now fully hard. His cock is a very nice 8", very thick with an ample foreskin. I love to make love to foreskin. And he's loving it. I'm sucking on his cock, then he pulls from me and motions for me to come join him in his booth. I stand up and leave my booth. He's now opened his door. Instead of letting me into his booth, he steps out of the booth and motions for me to follow him. We cross to a booth across the hall. He whispers to me, "This is a bigger booth". We enter the booth and lock the door. He quickly strips off his pants. I feed a few dollars into the machine. He's now bent over the chair and tells me to lick his ass. I happily do as he asks, spread his ass cheeks and lick his hole. I lick his hole for several minutes, then he turns, sits and I go to work on his cock. He's flipping through str8 films until he settles on one. About eight or nine minutes of my cock worship finally brings him to orgasm. I had been in the arcade for less than an hour and had gotten four loads. It was time to leave and get errands done for the day.

*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."

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

A while ago I posted a story of the encounter I has with my hot slut. The guy was so conflicted, even so desperate about wanting the bug that the very thought of it makes him hard, yet, at the same time, the thought of the bug scared him shitless. After the last session I hadn't heard from him in a while when yesterday I received a message in my inbox from him which said "I need you. Please!" Read on, because I intended to make sure this slut's dreams, and fears, come true. "I’ve been thinking about my last encounter with traindriver68 and how horny I have been. Despite the obvious risks, the prospect of doing it again was often in my mind, fueling pretty much every wank session I have had, and helping me cum quite a few times with the various women I was fucking as well! This morning I was in the shower, getting clean, and my mind turned back to him and his hard, raw cock. As I washed, I began to fantasize about our next encounter. I’d been chatting online with a local guy the night before and we’d talked about meeting up at the sauna in Luton for some group fun. Traindriver and I had also chatted about meeting here and it got me thinking about how exciting that meeting would be. We met at the Greenhouse in the changing room and agreed on which glory hole we would use. I entered the cubicle and got into position. He followed me, entering the adjoining booth, where he promptly slid his hard cock through the hole in the wall for me to suck. I dutifully dropped to my knees and sucked his cock, getting it hard and slick with my spit and his precum, the taste of which excited me, but I resisted playing with my hard cock, which kept me horny and in need of release. He passed his poppers through the hole to me, which was the signal that I should align my hole with the glory hole. Bending over, I parted my cheeks and pushed back so that my arse was centered over the glory hole, and then I prepared myself by taking a hit of the poppers. He fingered me, pushing a generous quantity of lube into my quivering, vulnerable, nervous arse. Then, when he thought I was ready, his hard, raw cock began pushing at my hole, seeking admission where I know it shouldn't go, but I wasn't one to object. I took another hit of the poppers, enjoying the rush which made me into his slut - into his breeding bitch. The anonymous nature of the sex was perfect as it allowed me to fantasize, reveling in how slutty I was behaving. As he found his pace, and I enjoyed the sensation of his hard cock stretching me out. Reaching forward, I was able to stroke another cock which had appeared through the hole on the other wall. I was one happy slut: multiple cocks are always better than one. About then I heard he call out to me, instructing me to to unlock the door to my booth so that guys could watch and enjoy my whorish self. Of course, in my heightened state of arousal, I complied and unlocked. He apparently heard the bolt slide open as he told me "You're a good boy, and I'm gonna reward you!" With that I heard the bolt of his door slide into the open position, but at no point did he pause in fucking me. Knowing he also enjoys being fucked, I assumed he was hoping some horny guy would come by and slip into his hole while he fucked mine! After a few more minutes fucking, he asked "You want a load in your ass?" Although unsettled, I gave him a firm 'yes'. He picked-up the tempo of the fuck, and I could actually fee his cock expanding. Part of my brain recognized my decision to get fucked raw was far from the best of ideas, but just as I was forming the will to pull off his cock, the door opened, and a guy sporting a rigid cock walked into the room. From my position, all I could see was his cock, and was fuckin' beautiful. It was about the same size and shape as traindriver’s, hard and ready to be sucked! As I open my mouth and it slides in, I almost forget about the cock about to load me up, but I suddenly remember and make a move to pull off. As I do, the guy in my mouth reaches down, grabs my hips and pushes me back against the wall. “Stay there and take his load, you know you want it!”. The voice! It was traindriver!! “Shhh, you know you want this, so I made it happen! This is what you wanted but were too scared to ask for. This is why you wanted to be fucked through the glory hole, so you could imagine it was somebody, nobody, anybody…” I begin to cry, terrified of what is happening to me, but I don’t struggle against his grip. “Good boy, just keep sucking my cock and enjoy what’s happening to you!” I feel the cock in my arse suddenly swell and the warmth of a big load begin to fill me up. As I feel it, I cry for the knowledge of what I know is happening. As I cry, traindriver unloads in my mouth and as I automatically swallow, I feel the cock in my arse pull out and the cum begin to run down my balls. I try to pull away, but I’m held in place once more, and almost immediately, another cock slides into my ruined hole. “You stay there and take those cocks. I know you want to, I know you need this and you know it too! The big load of cum you just shot on the floor without even touching your cock is proof! I’ve set you free and you needn’t worry about whose cock is coming through the hole any more. As he speaks, the second cock pumps another hot load into me and is replaced by the yet another. I can hear the guys outside high-fiving and telling each other about the hot hole in the booth taking their loads. I’m held in place for a total of five loads, shot deep in my hole and pushed deeper by each subsequent cock. My cock remains hard throughout, despite the huge load I shot with my first cum injection, and despite the fact that its continually drooling cum (just like my ruined, stretched arsehole!) all the way through my breeding. Traindriver remains with me throughout, whispering words of encouragement, feeding me his cock, keeping me in place and making sure I am sniffing his poppers to keep me compliant. When the fifth cock pulls out of my gaping hole, he gently pulls me into a standing position, my tired limbs complaining from where I’ve been bent over for so long. “Did you enjoy that? Wanna know how many of those guys were poz?” Of course I did. “Well the guys who fucked you were arranged by me. I know who they were, but you don’t. If you want to find out, you’re going to have to go around the sauna and ask the guys. But you can’t just ask them, they’ve all agreed that they will only tell you if they are poz or neg when their cock is in your hole. You’ll need to get fucked a few more times if you really want to know!” As I left the booth I saw guys walking around the hallway, and I wondered which of them had been in my ass. Of course I also speculated as to which guys were poz and which were neg. Most of the guys registered my legs and arse were coated in cum, and the hunger each man displayed in his lustful gaze told me he wanted to be the next man to spew his load in my arse. I made my decision and headed to the open room at the end of the floor where a number of guys had gathered, to be joined by those who were following me. Taking up my position on the bed, I gestured for someone, anyone to use me, all the while knowing I would, one way or another, eventually figure-out if any of the loads in my arse were, in fact, poz.

Outside the locked bedroom door, the crowd talked, sang and danced, the music blared, the drinks were being spilled on the apartment’s wall-to-wall carpet, and the mood was set for the late night rager to continue for hours. Inside the bedroom, two strangers kissed passionately grinding their hard, naked dicks against one another’s, arms wrapped around waists, and hands groping, exploring, squeezing. Their clothing lay in piles around the room, evidence of their passionate foreplay. Dicks had been sucked, asses fingered, armpits licked, nipples tweaked. And there they stood kissing, on the precipice of the final act. One of the strangers broke free of the embrace. He sat on the bed and opened a drawer to his bedside table. He withdrew bottles of lube and poppers, and he searched for a condom. He wrestled through the miscellany, but found no latex protection. “Shit.” He said. “I can’t find any rubbers.” He looked to the other man. “It’s ok with me if it’s ok with you,” the stranger replied, “I’m clean.” Innocently believing his body wasn’t hosting an ever-rising viral load and that his cum wasn’t venomous. The muscular 25-year-old sitting on the bed briefly contemplated what to do. His dick was raging hard and dripping pre-cum, and he needed to get fucked the Adonis before him. With either alcohol or passion dictating his actions, he laid back on his bed, resting his head on his pillow and spreading his legs wide. His hard dick lay on his tight abs and his bubble butt was inviting entry. He gave a cocky smile at the approving gaze he received and raked his fingers through his blond and buzzed head with one hand and stroked his fat dick with the other. The bass of speakers outside pounded. The other stranger, who just turned 30, climbed onto the bed and kneeled between his junior’s thick thighs. His seven-inch dick was raging hard and his tingling balls needed release. He grabbed the lube and applied it to his throbbing dick. “Jack?!” A knock at the door. “We’re doing keg stands!” The younger stranger – Jack – yelled back “Give me 10 minutes!” Jack chuckled. “Sorry about that” he said to the other guy, who’s precummy, lubed, raw dickhead was now pressing against Jack’s puckered hole. “You want this?” He said with a devilish grin. “Yeah. Fuck me, dude.” Jack replied. The stranger guided his prick into Jack’s sphincter. It was a slow decent: the raw dick head plotting the cock’s course down the younger man’s guts, growing ever harder, expanding in the tight grip of the skin to skin contact. Jack reached for the poppers and inhaled. A euphoria overcame him, making the invasion less painful and more invited. He arched his back and spread his legs wider. The stranger was on his knees in between Jack’s spread legs when his bare dick bottomed out. He grabbed Jack’s ankles and placed them on his shoulders where he held them. “I’m all the way in.” He sat still with his cock bottomed out in Jack. His balls rested against Jack’s supple ass cheeks. Jack looked up at the strapping stranger and studied his muscular torso: he was a prize of a man, tan, beefy, sexy, with tattoos on the side of his chest. The stranger began to assault Jack’s hole. He pulled his dick three inches out and then slammed back in. He then retreated until only his prick’s wide mushroom head was inside, then slammed back in again. Over and over, he methodically pummeled Jack’s tight fuck chute. In. Out. Body crashing into body, over and over, like waves onto a shore. The crowd outside began singing along to a popular song, muffling the grunts of the strangers mating inside the bedroom. Jack lay there taking the wondrous fuck like a champ, milking the perfect cock with his hole. His glute muscles were clenched tight around the stranger’s wonderful dick. Jack was, of course, unaware that the raw tool was pillaging his ass, robbing him of his purity. He had blissfully opened his door to a thief, to whom he was handing his unblemished DNA forever. Jack’s dick, much like the stranger’s within him, was a faucet of precum. It glistened with his own juices. He stroked his cock with a firm grip and in rhythm with the stranger’s drum beat against his body. “I’m close. I’m gonna cum” The stranger barked as he pulled almost completely out and then slammed back inside. “You want my load?” There was no option, though: Jack needed this guy’s dick in him with every rub of his own fat cock until completion, even if that meant a load of stranger cum in his guts. “Fuck me. Don’t pull out.” Jack said as he stroked his own dick at an ever-increasing pace. The stranger’s hips moved quickly. In, out. Back, forth. Balls colliding. Skin slapping. Grunts escaping. “Oh fuck. Oh yeah. Oh fuck!!!” The stranger emitted. The stranger accidentally pulled out completely to the dismay of both men, who were in heat. “Oh fuck” he said as he grabbed his well-greased cock, realigned it with Jack’s newly abused hole, and slammed forward into Jack again. As the tip of his cock neared Jacks’ prostate, an explosion of toxic jizz erupted. “FUUUUCCCCKKK!!” The stranger said as his dick finally bottomed out again in Jack. Volley after volley of poz cum spurted deep inside Jack’s guts. Jack’s eyes rolled back as his final strokes brought forth a spray of his own cum up over his chest and onto his face and pillow. His body convulsed he emptied his neg load.. Infected cum lubricated Jack’s guts as the stranger began to pull out minutes later. The two sweaty strangers kissed and collapsed beside one another, unaware of the dark forces at work within their bodies.

I've been traveling for work since last Wednesday -- a string of boring cities and no one to talk with. I did manage a couple hotel hookups on Scruff, but both were lame and anticlimactic (literally). I've had dinner alone for 5 nights, and was just looking for someone to share a few beers, chat it up, and maybe go back to my hotel room for some playtime. But I really wanted some conversation. My trip was extended to included New Orleans at the last minute, so I flew from Artizona to NOLA the other night. I've been to NOLA once before, about 6 years ago for work with some colleagues, but hadn't explored all the gay spots. So, I pulled out my phone and started checking out places to go. I hoped on Scruff (knowing I wouldn't find anyone for dinner on BBRTS), but it was a slow night. So, I finally ate alone, hung at the hotel for bit, then got read to hit Bourbon Street and the gay bars. It's still warm here, so I threw on shorts, a tank top, and flip flops to head out. I popped into two bars across the street from one another that looked promising -- Oz and Bourbon St. Pub. I liked the pub better and settled at the bar with a cosmo. I gotta say, the bartender was generous. I chatted up a couple people at the bar, buit they came and went fast. The bartender was engaging, and I thought he was a possibility for later. But I also don't like waiting around for hours for a bartender to finish his shift. I had a second cosmo, and the circumstances didn't improve much. Scruff and Growlr were sporadic, and had way too many, "Hey!" Then never said anything more. I was scanning gaycities to see what other options existed. Phoenix Bar was intriguing, but I didn't want to walk that far. Rawhide was only a block or two away. I knew the reputation, but it wasn't really what I wanted tonight. Honestly, I was feeling pissed. My first night in years in NOLA, where you supposedly can get laid just walking down the street, and there were few people around, and no action. No one in the bar really excited me, and I decided to leave when my cocktail was finished. I headed over to a neighborhood bar (Good Fellas? Something like that) and had another cosmo. STill nothing but small talk, and the bar was mainly empty on both floor. The cosmos were feeling good, and I was feeling a bit resentful toward the pairs and threesomes of guys talking here and there. I decided to leave. I kinda knew where I was gonna go, though part of me really didn't want to. But I walked the couple blocks to Rawhide and went in. What a seedy place! I mean, it smells like an ABS but has a bar in it. I thought about leaving, but was still intrigued by the legend and had to check it out. I got a vodka and cranberry, and started to wander around. At this point I knew I was kinda drunk, and really just wanted to leave, but was still enthralled to see if it lived up to its reputation. There were only 4 or 5 guys hanging in the back, near a chain link fence in middle of the room (I still don't know what that's about!), but no one really caught my attention. I was easily 10 years younger than any of them, and probably 20 years younger. I stood along the back, leaning against the counter, resoluate to leave. One guy to my right was standing along the wall and seemed to be stroking his cock slowly. I couldn't see the size in the dim lighting. There was a much older guy, I would guess late 60s, skinny and not attractive, staring at me from the other side. I ignored him and moved away to my right. Finally, a guy stepped out from a side area -- the bathrooms, I learned later, and walked over near me. We checked out each other, giving tugs at the front of our shorts. He pulled out his cock and started stroking, so I did the same. He didn't wait long before stepping closer, letting our cocks bump, and stroking together. After a minute, his hand touched the back of my head, and guided me down to his cock. It was a nice cock! So I started sucking him. Then I felt a hand slide into the back of my shorts. I realized it was the older guy, and I pushed his hand away, concentrating on the cock in my mouth. Now I felt another hand on my ass, this one firmer and bigger. I saw the guy I was sucking leaning to his left to get a better hold of my ass. I let my shorts slide to the floor. There was some awkward movement for a moment, and I realized he was pulling something out of his pocket. There was a plastic snap, and I felt a drizzle of lube run down the crack of my ass. His fingers quickly began probing my hole, working the lube inside. Again he moved kinda awkwardly, his fingers disappearing from my hole, and then a bottle of poppers appeared under my nose. I took a deep hit, then a second, holding my breath momentarily to catch the full rush. He pushed against my back to bend me forward, and I positioned myself against the built in seating along the back wall, while his cock started to probe my hole. fuck it felt good! He had long deep strokes, and I just groaned as he took me from behind. All I could see was the gritty ledge in front of me. He pounded my hold like that for minutes, keeping a steady pace, and then pulled out. I don't think he came -- there weren't any of the tell-tale actions or sounds. He just stepped back. Before I could turn around and reassess what was going on, another cock slid into my hole. This guy didn't waste any time, or give me a change to say no. He just started fucking hard. I stepped out of my shorts and flip flops, spreading my stance to take his cock better. I pulled off my tank top over my head. I was feeling used, and just wanted to be naked. I had another hit of poppers (no idea from whom), and again the guy stepped away from my ass. I quick turned around, picked up my shorts, then leaned back on the ledge and pulled my legs up. The guy I'd seen stroking when I came in stepped up and starting pushing inside. He had a mushroom head and I yelped when it stretched my hole. He didn't care. He started plugging away at my ass. I was totally caught up in it -- laying naked in the back of a bar, getting fucked bare. I was rock hard. "Yeah! Fuck my ass! Fuck it!" The guy pounded me. I was thinking he'd come soon, but he had stamina. I grunted through a few more strokes, then noticed the old guy standing close to my left. His cock was out and he put it in my hand. It was BIG! Really BIG!! It had to be 9 inches ( a real 9, not the faux 9 some guys claim online), and had some girth to it. It was intimidating and enthralling at the same time. I was lost in cock lust, and he knew it. The guy fucking me stepped back, and the old guy stepped up to the plate. His slid inside. I grunted, thinking I couldn't take it all. He held my ankles, spread my legs wider, and started fucking my raw ass with long, deep strokes. I just moaned, leaning back and feeling like a total whore in the scene. I wouldn't give this guy the time of day, but now he was using my ass for his pleasure. That was HOT~~~ All of a sudden he started grunting, three quick sounds that matched three sharp thrusts into my ass. The fucker had just bred me without a word. And now he was just stepping back and walking away. Not even a tap on my ass to thank me. I was winded and lighted headed, learning forward and trying to catch myself to get upright. A few guys were standing around watching the show. I wasn't sure if I wanted to hang out and get fucked again, or leave. I waited a moment to reoriented myself. The guy with the mushroom head stepped up again and pushed his cock against my hole. I submitted immediately, and he fucked me standing up. This time he was fucking with more urgency. "Take my load!" And then I felt him spasm. He pushed deep inside and held it there, "My load is buried deep." Then he pulled out, tapped my ass, and walked toward the bathrooms. I put on my shorts and flip flops, carrying my tank top as I walked out of the bar. I felt like a total whore as I walked back to my hotel, feeling the stickiness across my ass. Fucked raw by four random guys, two of whom bred me. My head was spinning, even after I got back to the hotel and jerked off thinking about it all.

small town somewhere, 1978 I was one of the lucky kids in this country. I lived in a nice house in a nice neighborhood and my parents were still together. Our house was directly across the street from a big park that covered four city blocks. So much to be grateful for but I was a miserable kid. Looking back now, I think I was/am on the autism spectrum. I was not social at all. I hated everything and everybody. There was a nameless rage inside of me. All of my school pictures showed me with a scowl on my face, and it caused my mom so much grief. Unhappiness. Some kid in my class had his birthday party in the park I told you about. Mom made me go. It was all boys and the kid's mom hadn't really planned any activities beyond eating cake and opening presents which meant we had to come up with something to do. The alpha boys decided we should all race to the end of the park and back. I knew I'd come in last so I hid under a lilac bush while they ran up and down like idiots. Of course I was discovered and laughed at. I'd eventually grow used to being picked on. I never once stood up for myself or fought back -- which of course made me a perpetual target. My inner rage would always have some shame mixed in. That night a dinner I suddenly said "I'll be damned if I go to another party." I never used that word and was hoping it had some impact. Dad laughed and then got suddenly stern. "We don't use language like that in this house. Apologize to your mother." "I'll be FUCKED if I ever go to another party!" Uh oh. Dad stood up and slapped my head with his big, wide hand. "Go to your room. I don't want to see you for the rest of the night." Fine. I liked being alone anyway. I'd miss "Rhoda", though. Bullied at school, bullied at home. My life. ten years later A lot had happened by the time I became a senior in high school. Our town had grown by leaps and bounds. A wal-mart had opened and many of the small businesses downtown closed. The clothing places, the office supply store and our two bookstores were all gone in the span of six months. My dad was an optometrist and even he was hurting. He couldn't compete with wal-mart or the new Lens Crafters. There were more people and more cars every day. I got taller and started to develop a strong jaw like my dad. I wasn't bullied so much anymore because our whole class seemed to have suddenly realized that school wasn't real life, just a temporary part of it. Everything would be different soon. Preemptive nostalgia, I guess. I couldn't wait to get away. I'd been accepted to a decent college about 100 miles from home. I had great grades and was good at art. Maybe I'd be a designer or an art historian. I didn't care as long as I go somewhere and start over, be someone else. The senior class was going to have a keg party on Saturday night. Even I was invited. It was going to be at the same park which made me not want to go. I'd decide later. Things at home were different as well. Mom and Dad rarely talked to each other. Dad often sleeps in the guest room or on the couch. It all seemed to happen at once. Dad was more mellow these days, but also depressed. I should have reached out to them, but I was too involved with my plans to get away and acquire a whole new personality. Those last two weeks of school, I hardly ever saw Mom. It sounds stupid, but I was spending a lot of free time trying to have a different voice. I tried to talk with a slight Southern twang but it sounded stupid when I replayed myself on tape. I thought about a British accent and was planning to practice on the night of the senior kegger. Around 11:30 PM, I felt differently. The English accent was really a dumb idea. Something made me want to attend. Something was pulling toward Crofton Park. I assumed everybody was asleep as I crept down the stairs, but there were lights on everywhere. My dad was sitting in the kitchen smoking a cigarette and having a drink. Liquor. What's wrong with this picture?? I had never once smelled cigarette smoke in this house. "Aaron! You're still up? Come have a drink with your old man." He was only wearing blue jockey shorts. I'd rarely seen him so casual. I sat across from him and tried to make sense of all of this. "Dad? Are you OK?" "I'm great. Why are you all dressed? It's almost midnight?" He put down the glasses of whiskey and Coke. "Class of '88 is having a farewell party tonight...right across the street, in the park." The drink was strong. It wasn't terrible, but not tasty either. "Ah yes. Saying good-bye. I can't believe you're so grown. Jesus Christ." "Is Mom here?" "She's got a migraine or something. I left her in peace and having my own peace." He chuckled as if he'd made a joke. "How long have you smoked?" "About a year. Want one?" I didn't, but this was a special night somehow. He lit one for me. "We need music." "This drink is tasting better. I've never tasted alcohol before." "I know...and thank you. Thank you for not ever being a bad kid. I golf with a guy who's got three teens at home who are always coming home drunk or on drugs. Poor bastard has no idea what to do with them. We never had to worry about you." I was liking the whiskey and the smoke as well. "Dad -- I'm sorry." "For what?" "For being such a jerk to you and Mom all these years. For being a problem." "Stop! Becoming a parent is like going to a casino. A big gamble. I'm a winner. You're the goddamn salutatorian of your graduating class! I am proud of you." He made us another drink. We drank and smoked and had a good talk. He seemed to be wanting to say more. "What is it, Dad?" "Well... Your mom and I are probably going to move. I need to work in a bigger city. Nothing is for sure yet...and nothing will happen until after we get you packed for college." I guess I probably knew this would happen. We were all at a crossroad. "Do what you have to do, Dad. I'm an adult now." "How did all this happen? Everything is different." I started to think he might cry. "A lot has changed, but also...not so much." He forced a smile. "What time does your party start? I seem to remember a boy who said he'd be fucked if ever went to another party." That moment came back to me in a harsh flash. "It already started. I'm having fun at this party here." I pushed my empty glass toward him and helped myself to another cig. "OK. One more and then you should go see your friends. It's pretty warm tonight, so you probably won't need a jacket." Music would indeed be good right now...or TV. Something to gill the silence. "You and Mom will be fine. I'll be fine." The party had been going on for over an hour already. "Go. Take the bottle and the cigarettes with you. I've got so many packs stashed around the house. Your mother won't find them because she no longer cleans the house. I did your laundry and made your bed yesterday. Me. Can you believe that shit?" "Well, thanks!" "You need somebody around here who remembers they have a son." He went and crashed on the couch in the living room. I went out the front door and smelled the air. I had my smokes, half a bottle of booze and a longing for something. Something. But what? The dandelions in the front yard glowed like burning embers. I hadn't been inside this park since that dumb kid's party. It hadn't changed much. The playground was still sparse -- a swing set and a couple of teeter-totters. Some new picnic tables had been put in. The giant cottonwood trees were all here, giant and old. Some of these had probably been here since Lincoln was shot. Or longer. I thought about history and time as I walked to the very back of the park was. Noise, sounds. I saw the tiny orange glows of cigarettes dancing in the distance. There was laughter and the sounds of conversation. OK. I could do this. I'd never been to something like this. Hell, I'd never been to a single school dance or the prom. How is this done? The first guy I saw was Shane Davis. "What? You came?? Hey -- look who's here! Aaron!" Shit. A whole bunch of faces turned in my direction. Some friendly, shocked greetings rang out. I hoped I looked OK. Some girl was vomiting nearby. Shane was probably a good guy. He never had a girlfriend that I remember. You'd think this guy would be getting laid all the time...he'd become a full-grown man faster than the rest of us. I swear he wore size 14 sneakers in 7th grade. His only flaw was that he was a total band geek. He was an expert trumpet player, and hid constant practice had made his lips abnormally large for a white boy. It was a weird feature. "Did you walk here by yourself?" "Yeah. I just live across the street. Why?" "Why?! You don't get out enough, Aaron. This place has changed. Dude. It's called 'The Kill Zone' now. There's fags here, spreading AIDS. And drug dealers and gangsters." He saw the doubt in my face. "No, really. While you were studying, this town changed into a city. We're basically a suburb for Levitt now. You really didn't notice??" "Uh. No. I guess not." He noticed the bottle of whiskey I had. "Maybe you were too drunk to notice. Can I have a sip?" I let him take a healthy chug. "Damn! Who would have ever guessed you'd show up here with top-shelf booze?!" I lit a cigarette. "And you even smoke? Fuck, it's always the smart kids who surprise you." I offered him one. I saw those swollen lips in the flare of my lighter. That same chick was puking again. "Who IS that?" "Dawn. Troy dumped her tonight. He got a football scholarship somewhere in the South and wants to concentrate on working out this Summer. Idiot. He should have at least fucked a few more times. I'd give anything to get a piece of that." "She's free now. Go for it. She'd be lucky to have you." I can't believe I said that gay comment out loud. He was too dumb or drunk to notice. We continued to share the bottle for a bit in the glow of the light of the bonfire. I sensed a natural end to the conversation, and moved toward the rest of the crowd. I had a floating feeling. This was a fine night. Weirdly, everyone I approached seemed glad to see me. I chatted with Troy and congratulated him on his scholarship. "You goin' to Harvard?" What? "No. SMU. I don't even know if they have a football team." "They do, but it's Division II." some other dude came up at my side to greet me. It was Kevin -- one of the dumbest kids in the whole school. "Hi, Aaron! Remember that wire sculpture of a moose you made in 9th grade? I thought it was so cool." It was actually supposed to be a longhorn bull. Whatever. "Oh. Yeah." He told me he was joining the army in August. Good for him. People were starting to leave in pairs and small groups. Nobody by themselves. Finally it was down to about ten kids left. Everybody was buzzed at the minimum. Dawn, the puker, came to join our small group. She looked at me with a slightly confused expression and then said,"Your name is Eric, right?" "It's 'Aaron'. How are you feeling, Dawn?" "I'm great. Somebody should have brought food. You'd look so much better with a tan, Eric. You're too pale. I work at 'Urban Rays' and can get you a good deal." She started dancing even though there was no music. She was looking right at me as she gyrated like a stripper. Uh oh. I was afraid she's try to kiss me with her vomit breath so I led her over to where Shane was. "You two know each other, right?" And then they were all over each other. Dawn may have been drunk, but she remembered she had boobs. She offered up her treasures to a dumbfounded Shane. They made out passionately before heading into the shadows. My work here was done. The last three people were all leaving together and asked me if I wanted to walk back with them. "Is the keg empty? Is somebody going to put out the fire?" They were all drunk and just walked away. I stayed and watched the dying flames. Was I waiting to see Shane again? Maybe. It was all over and it like the final curtain had dropped. I figured it was time to drop all my high school crushes, time to go home and get ready for a new life. I was having a little trouble walking in a straight line so I decided to sit for a few minutes. I plopped down at the base of a giant cottonwood tree and let the park spin slowly around me. This was a great tree. I had to wonder if it had been alive when Lincoln was shot. Who knows? I lit another cigarette. Damn, I was liking smoking enough to call it love. Oh hell, I should just try to make it home. 'Kill Zone'? It was quiet and harmless here. My dad was big on home security and we had the brightest porch light on the whole street. I'd just go toward that glow when it got in sight. But as soon as I started out on my mission, a big arm wrapped around my neck and dragged me to the ground. My brain does this thing when something upsetting happens. I remember being in car accident when I was 10. Some guy had run a stop sign and plowed into our car. Mom was driving. When it happened, my mind went somewhere in the sky. I was up there in the ether somewhere, looking down and thinking this will all be okay. Maybe some guys from the party were just fooling around. No. That wasn't it. I could hear two or three guys talking in Spanish. A hairy forearm was held against my windpipe as I lie flat on my back. "Check his pockets, Tito." "He got nothing. No wallet. Just keys, a lighter and half a pack of cigarettes. Fuck." "Give me the keys. Where's your car, boy?" "I didn't drive. I walked here." My voice came out small and weak. "What the hell are you doing in the park at night? Looking for something?", a new voice asked. "My class had a party at the far West end." "Oh the party is just starting, my friend!" They all laughed and talked in hushed tones. I didn't take any foreign language courses in school...it wasn't required. "A white boy with no money? Let's just kill him now and go get some breakfast." "Not just yet, Enrique. Let Jessie and I have some fun with him first." "OK. You guys can do your gay shit with him, but I ain't watching." My mind went back up in the clouds. This would be over soon enough, and I would be fine. "Get on your knees and stay still. Don't say a word. Jessie, keep your hands on his back...all I want is a blow job tonight." The one named Jessie got behind me and held my shoulders with force. The remaining guy unzipped his fly and stood right in front of my face. "You're lucky that I'm not going to fuck you. I'm the biggest here and I would kill you with my dick if I raped you. Just suck me." He brandished a giant penis that gave off its own heat. It smelled of drugstore aftershave. I could do this...I wanted to do this. "And watch your teeth. If I feel teeth, it'll be your last second on Earth." The head of his giant meat brushed my lips. I kissed it and savored the taste (and the moment). He let out a small grunt and pushed into my mouth. Deeper. I did what I thought sucking was, mindful of my teeth. It felt like I was meant to do this. I got more into it. "No need to hold him any more, Jess. He likes my dick in his mouth!" The guy behind me stepped away. "OK, Tito. Just don't piss on him. I don't need to smell that when it's my turn." Tito pushed so far into my mouth that I couldn't even breathe through my nose. He pulled almost all the way out before plunging back in. I was gagging and that made him more excited. "Ahhhh! ...I'm going to give you this now. Swallow it all. If you spit out my kids, you'll be spitting your teeth out next." Then he shot what tasted like salty raw egg white into my throat and in my mouth. He slowly got softer and then my mouth was empty. "Not bad, kid. I've got good news and bad news and worse news for you. The good news is that I'm done. The bad news is that Jessie probably wants to fuck your tight little ass. The worse news is that he's got the gay AIDS in his cum. The good and bad news is that, even if he makes your blood sick, you're going to die now anyway." "Shut the fuck up, Tito. Here...take his smokes and go find Enrique." The guy with the big penis walked away, and I silently wished he'd come back and let me suck him again. I wanted to do that one more time before I died. Oh well. It was just the guy named Jessie and I left. He was a few inches taller than me and sort of husky. Big. "It's OK. I will make sure you get home alive. What is your name?" "Aaron." "Have you ever done anything with a man?" His voice was deep, but soft. "Until just now? No. I. I'm gay." "Me too. Mostly. Are you okay?" "Yeah. Are you going to fuck me now?" "No. I will spare you that. If you've never done it before, it will be all hurting for you." "But I want you to. Please?" "Are you sure? After what you heard?" He didn't wait for my reply and started taking off all his clothes. Even his socks. His dick was smaller than Tito's but still pretty large. I stripped down as well. It was weird to be naked outside...I think it was the first time I had. Jessie had dark black pubes, but the rest of his body was hairless. He was completely erect, as was I. "Now get down on all fours like a dog. Do you understand what I mean?" I did as told. The grass was soft and fragrant. Jessie got down behind me. He pushed a fat finger into my exposed butt hole. OW! I was alarmed and asked him to stop. "You must be quiet now or Tito will come back. Hold on." Suddenly, Jessie jammed one of his socks into my mouth. The taste was only a little bit foul. Whiskey was nastier. And then his hard penis slid past my butt cheeks and into my hole. I yelled in my brain, but just groaned with my mouth full of sock. I guess this was really happening now. I didn't retreat up to the clouds because I wanted to be fully here. I also wanted to enjoy this, but I hurt deep both inside and outside. Jessie just kept going deeper. This would feel better soon, right? Gays did this voluntarily all the time, right? It started to hurt less as he went faster and further. Jessie was by himself in all this...I was just a hole. "I'm close, hombre. I will pull out in time." I tried to say no, but it was muffled. I shook my head. "Oh...you want this seed? In you?" I made agreeable noises as best I could. "What? I..I can't...OH SHIT! I'm cumming!" He thrust deeper and then collapsed on my back. His weight forced me down, and I stayed that way until he pulled out of my insides. He took the sock out of my mouth and started putting his clothes back on. "Sorry for making noise, Jessie. I tried not to." "No problems. You made less noise than I thought you would. Why did you not want me to pull out?" I stood up and started getting dressed. "Because I'm going to be killed anyway. Isn't that what you gangsters do?" "Never call me that again! I may be in a gang but ... I am... I have a plan to get you home." I waited to hear it. "I have a knife and told them I would kill you, but the knife needs to have some blood on it..or at least this hankie does. They'll want proof. Are you bleeding down there...down in your butt?" I'm sure I was, but it probably wasn't enough to look like a murder. "Only a little." This was a surreal conversation. "Never mind. I'll take care of it." Jessie lifted his shirt, held his knife and made a six inch cut across his stomach. No way was all of this real. The cut bloomed a little bit of blood, but not enough. His body was busily clotting the wound. "Let me do it again." "No. Don't. Give me the knife." He studied me. Maybe he thought I'd try to kill him and make a getaway. But he just paused a second before giving me the weapon. I started to get facial hair when I was 15. I remember standing in the bathroom next to my dad as he tried to teach me how to shave. My first attempt was a disaster... I'd nicked my face so bad with the razor. I looked like I had been to war. "Maybe we need to get you an electric razor, Son. Wash your face and then put tiny bits of tissue on the cuts. The blood vessels in your face are very close to the skin and they bleed a long time." I rook the lethal knife and made a cut from my left ear to my chin. Damn! It was way sharper than I'd guessed, and I nearly went through my cheek entirely. "NO!" Jessie was shocked and couldn't muster another word for a few seconds. I felt a heavy flow of blood flow into the hollow of my neck. None of this was really happening. "Why? I mean..." "Give me the handkerchief, Jessie." I let my blood soak the rag before handing it back to him. The only illumination we had was from a mercury light a few yards away. But even in the darkness, I saw him look right at me with dark eyes as he touched the tip of his tongue to the bloody cloth. "Stay hidden and still. I'll be back." He put the knife in the hankie and walked away. Hide? I went a little way from our spot and lied beneath a bush. I pretended to be dead. I was on my side and I think I crushed a small snail under my right temple. Blood was still coming and it washed over my lips. I was supposed to be dead so I closed my eyes and imagined it. Maybe I slept..and dreamed a little. Heavy footsteps. "Aaron? Are you here?" I got up and brushed myself off a little. "Well?" "They left. They're going to get rid of the knife in Clinton Lake. They won't be back. Are you still bleeding?" "A little. It's OK. It'll stop soon." "I have your keys and cigarettes and the bottle. I want to keep the lighter as a souvenir. That okay?" Well, um...why? I was less drunk now, but my stomach boiled. "What do they think you're doing now?" "I told them I had to hide the body. Your body. Let me walk you home." He sounded happy. "It's right across the street, Jessie. You don't have to." "I want to. Slow down. We can talk and finish your booze. Can I have a smoke?" "Uh, yeah. You saved my life. It's the least I can offer you." "You saved your own life. You gave me your pureness -- if that's the right word. Or even A word. I never have boyfriends or go to bars. You haven't asked, but I'll tell you now that I got the disease in prison. I fucked and got fucked for 11 months. Life gives out some bruises at times." "What did you do?" "Not now. Yes, I'm in a gang... a group of us Puerto Ricans came down from Kansas City to see if we could recruit. Problem is that other gangs were already here. And also, nobody here does speed. We sell speed and a few other things. Your people are too Methodist for the hard stuff. Tito and Enrique are probably moving to Levitt next week. I don't know what I want to do." "For the first time in my life I know what I want to do. I want to move away from here, go to college and become a new person." "Stop. Why you want to leave?" "Not now. How is the cut on your stomach?" We stopped as he lifted his shirt. It was still leaking tiny droplets. For reasons I wouldn't understand until later, I knelt down and put my cut cheek directly onto his injury. We shared blood now. It was the most bizarre kind of bonding. I stood back up. "My house is just up ahead. The porch as bright as the sun." "OK. Let me ask -- is there anything that would make you stay?" I scanned my brain. "Nope. I want to go somewhere a be a different person." He grabbed my hand in the lit-up park entrance. "No. The person you are now is so wonderful. You are nice young man with a handsome face. The only thing wrong with you is that you look like a scary movie now. Your face is covered with blood -- yours and mine. Let me walk you to your door. That is a nice house, Aaron. You got brothers and sisters?" "No," I said as we crossed the street "Just me. I don't think my parents ever loved each other." I stopped talking and squeezed his big hand. "Come in the shadows for one quick minute." We stepped away and then kissed. My first kiss. He pressed his mouth hard onto my mine. It was pure passion, but it told me a lot about him. I now knew why people kissed. It was a form of communication. That's why mating couples did it. I pulled him back into some light and looked at his face. He was a little older, and had a beard with some sparse spots. Cute. "I should go now. Get some sleep, put a towel on your pillow. We will meet again." And then he vanished down the street. I wanted him to stay with me. I bent over and threw up in the tulips. I didn't take a shower like usual. I'd probably slip and break my arm. I just got naked and climbed into bed. My ass ached. I remembered being in first grade and being led down to the lunchroom for a booster vaccine for something. Small Pox? The needle was giant, and we all started crying. I remember how the shot felt. It was deep in my tiny arm...deep into the muscle. It was a new pain. It hurt on the outside and the inside. Jessie's dick had felt like that when Jessie's cock was in me. But better. After the bed spun for a bit, I fell asleep and dreamed about blood and blades. TO BE CONTINUED....

Two days ago, I sucked my first knowingly poz cock. While that seems like newbie hour for some, it's a huge step to a budding bug chaser who is becoming a devout cockworshipper. this is what I was always meant to be. And I want. SO. MUCH. MORE.

Always glad when my nephew comes to visit me

Part 4; Daddy decided it was time his boy had a break. A handful of assertive looks and gestures ushered away the crowd. I made my way to the front of the sling, and pulled my boy to his feet. He was trembling. He went to walk, but his legs weren't holding him, and he almost fell to the ground, I broke his fall ... 'You OK son?' ... 'I'm OK Daddy, just feel weak. I'm really thirsty'. I now decided he actually needed some physical TLC. Holding him, I looked around and clocked the cute Asian boys attention (he was already watching on). I gave a head/eye nod to come over. Already the obedient boy, he came ... 'Follow me' ... 'OK' ... I carried my boy up to the main house, taking him to the Master bedroom, where I lay him on Bob & Jacks bed. I observed respiratory and heart rates, all fine. Using a few large towels I mopped the 28 loads of cum that had drenched my boy, and removed his sopping wet Jockstrap (he thinks he might have pissed himself). 'Wait here with my boy' ... 'OK, by the way, my name is Wei'. With his sweet introduction I gave him an affectionate wink! There were many more Men in the main house, some in Leather, Rubber, Naked, etc. Eating, drinking, chatting, some mildly making out. OK, so this was obviously one of Jack & Bobs full on parties, with my boy as the birthday guest of honour. I went out to the car, got some of our homemade food, sports drinks, and clean clothes (never travel unprepared). I came back into the House, and soon ran into Bob. 'Hey Dee, you and birthday boy leaving, we haven't given him his main 'Gift' yet!?' ... 'Hey Bob, he needs a break, mate. Just gonna feed and hydrate him, see how he goes' ... 'Where is he?' ... 'In your bedroom, Bob, see you later mate'. I walked in, only to see my boy, and Wei, facing each other, cuddling. What a Beautiful sight! I got my boy comfy, in a clean Jockstrap, clean Tee, propped up with pillows on Bob & Jacks bed, sitting on a towel. During the next hour Wei, my boy, and I ate and drank, chatted. The 2 boys were getting on really well infact, exceptionally chatty, and intimate with each other. My boy got up to go to the en suite toilet, his walking was now completely fine. I clocked he had tally marks on both ass cheeks. 'Hey, just stop a minute boy'. He stopped so I could properly look ... 27 tally marks! The time I had spent fucking Wei in the private room, my boy had taken 26 loads, with Petes load pending, which I of course witnessed. This would explain why the towel he had been sitting on he had leaked a lot of pink stained cum onto. Bob & Jack suddenly appeared, both still donning just their Army Boots. 'Where's the Birthday boy?' questioned Jack. 'Just in the bathroom'. At the foot of the bed they lay down a vinyl play sheet, for what now lay ahead. My boy came out. Jack holding a glittery box with ribbon walked with Bob towards my boy. Jack placed a hand on one of my boys ASS cheeks, Bob standing the other side did the same. The contrast was stark. My boy, his fit tight bronzed young body, against 2 anaemic AIDS wasting pale pot bellied physiques. 'This is your main gift handsome. It is from both your Uncle Jack & Uncle Bob. All the different items fit into one. Go and sit on the end of the bed, and open it'. He did as he was told, and opened his 'gift'. First he pulled out a scalpel. Then a tourniquet. Then a toothbrush. Then a wrap of Coke. And then ... A syringe filled with liquid. 'What's inside this syringe, Uncle Jack?' ... 'That's a syringe full of your Uncle Bobs blood. If you don't want it, we'll understand. Do you want your Uncle Jacks blood?' He knew if he said yes what he would be letting himself in for, as I had told him about previous parties that they had held where this kind of stuff has happened. Grabbing and rubbing his crotch, whimpering with lust, he looked at Bob, and nodded.

For many reasons lately I haven't been having much sex and taking loads. But I was feeling very horny last week and decided to attend the Blackout event at the local bathhouse. Most of the lights in the bathhouse are turned off so guys become much more uninhibited, especially about barebacking. I went into my room, taped my sign to the wall (see attached pic) after I charged it with a flashlight, put on a black leather hood, turned off the light and left the door open. The sign is definitely an eye-catcher so many guys walking by stop to take a look at the setup. Because I'm also wearing a black short with a hole that is circled with the same paint, which is saying "here is the hole to breed". I had been in my room for about half an hour when the bathhouse attendant, a bearish guy in his late 20's, stood at the door and started to lecture me that he could accuse me of vandalism, unless I cleaned the wall immediately. I had already noticed him looking into my room when he was walking around cleaning rooms. I realized he thought that I had painted on the wall "BREED ME" but he then apologized when he realized that it was a sign taped on the wall. But I think that the sign had also turned him on because later on he showed up and without saying a word closed the door, asked me suck him off, asked me to turn around to fuck me, quickly bred me and left.

Part 21 I heard a lot of voices coming from all around. Some I had heard before, but didn’t know. I wondered if any of the freaks that had contributed their virus to my hole during my first visit, were out there and about to load me up again. Some of the voices I had never heard before nor could I make out what they were saying. I stood inside my personal glory hole booth and waited. I heard heavy footsteps behind me, approaching the wall. “Heard the clowns are coming, better let them go to the head of the line” “Dumpy and Pumpy have arrived” I heard someone say outside. “I hope he doesn’t drown in the flood” another voice said. I felt a finger pushing at my hole, stabbing at my sensitive flesh. The nail was sharp and felt like it was ripping into my skin. I pushed out my hole and the dagger nail and finger slipped inside. Soon the finger was quickly stabbing my hole, pulling out and then shoving back in. A moving shadow in the glory hole in front of me, grabbed my attention and I bent down and looked through the hole. A hand slapped a crossed the hold, blocking my view. “No no no, no peeking” a silly, almost child like voice said on the other side. My mind thought it was the twins, but I didn’t remember their voices so I couldn’t tell if this was on of them” “Open your mouth and close your eyes, and we will give you a big surprise” Giggling erupted from both ends. I did as I was told, I opened my mouth wide. I felt a big cock head wipe against my tongue, leaving a sweet trail of cock snot. It pushed in a bit more and I wrapped my lips around it. It was huge. Almost as big as a lemon. I slide my lips down the shaft and discovered it was just as thick. The finger in my hole pulled out quickly and was replaced with a cock just as thick as the one in my mouth. “You in brother?” The voice in front of me said. The cock at my hole pushed in hard and popped in, driving deep into my guts. It’s thickness made up for it’s lack of length. I jumped forward, taking the thick cock in front of me in deeper, causing me to gag. “You’re in now brother” the voice said giggling. “You got your wiener in his pie hole!” “You got a cream pie for his hole, brother” The cocks began to move slowly in and out of my holes. They would back out until the heads of their cocks were just inside my holes then pushed back in. The way they were in sync was incredible. They moved their cocks at the same pace, when one was all the way in the other one was too. “Don’t drown him, Dumpy or they won’t let us play with him again” “I’ll try not to, Pumpy, last time wasn’t my fault” “Yes, huh!” “It was his fault, he didn’t swallow fast enough” These two started moving their cocks a bit faster, still in sync. The cock in my mouth was leaking a large amount of pre-cum. It was still sweet tasting, almost as if it was pure sugar. I could only assume that the cock in my hole was leaking just as much. I reached up and grabbed a brown bottle, twisted off the top and shoved it under my nose. I inhaled deep and held my breath. I exhaled and did it again. The rush went through me and made me relax. The two cocks continued to pump my holes, each thrust in was easier than the last, the poppers had really relaxed me. I moaned with each thrust of their cocks. “He likes us, Dumpy, he likes us” They took my moaning as a sign of encouragement. They quickened their pace of fucking my holes. I put the brown bottle under my nose and huffed again. The cock in my mouth started to move in and out faster and faster. I held still and let him face fuck me. My mouth started to fill up with a spit and pre-cum mixture. I couldn’t swallow, so I let it run out of my mouth and down my chin. “oooh his mouth is so slippery” Pumpy said. “so is his booty butt” Dumpy said. “I just hope this one is a good swallower” I could feel their cocks getting harder and harder, as each one pumped one of my holes. I kept thinking I need to be ready, but for what I didn’t know. “I’m going to dump, Pumpy” “Me too” I felt Dumpy push into my hole, deep and then stood motionless. Pumpy pushed his cock head just inside my mouth. Without warning a massive shot of cum pumped out of his cock and hit the back of my throat, then another and another. With each shot, they got bigger and bigger. Over and over he filled my mouth with his thick creamy load. I swallowed as fast as I could, trying to keep up with the tidal wave of cum shooting out of his engorged cock. I could feel the same being shot deep into my hole. My insides were slowly filling and stretching wide as his cum filled me. I was so turned on with their cum shots, my own cock started to shoot, with cum scrapping my torso as it went flying. My mouth was still getting filled with cum, but it soon started to get smaller and smaller in the amount. At one point I thought all the cum I had swallowed was going to come back up, but I fought that urge and continue to swallow, just as fast as Pumpy’s cock pumped it out of his piss slit. “Hey, Dumpy” he grunted. “What” Dumpy grunted back. “Is he still alive” “Yeah but I think he needs a hanky” Laughter filled the air, as well as an occasional grunt as they stopped shooting their cum loads. I felt the cock in my hole slowly start to pull out as it softened. I squeezed my muscles around it to try to milk it and hold it in, but it just popped out even faster. I liked my tongue all over Pumpy’s cock as it softened in my mouth, I could feel him dancing around a bit on the other side of the glory hole, from his head going sensitive. “Look to see if he is a mess” Dumpy said. A chubby cheeked face appeared at the glory hole. “big mess Dumpy, big mess” “Do your magic trick and pull those hankies out of your ass” Dumpy said laughing. “Not enough hankies in there for this mess, he needs a quicker picker upper” Pumpy said giggling. I watched him disappear from the hole and leave his side of the hole. I could hear Dumpy moving behind me and assumed he was leaving too. Suddenly Stinger appeared in the glory hole in front of me, smiling. “Damn pet, you are a mess, but I think you want more don’t you” “Fuck yeah” I said smiling.

Safe Sex Only Advertisement (Part 3) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “What do you think? Can we start right away with our big dicks banging into your hole? Or should we widen your hole for a couple of minutes? “Could you do that?” Brian asked me seriously. “Sure. This way our cocks can introduce themselves to your tight hole.” “Start sucking some dick and I will push some lube into your ass” I said. While I was fishing the tube out of my back pockets, I also retrieved a sharpened instrument, almost like a foxglove. I could pull it over my pointing finger and it would be quite helpful to start the boy bleeding, before even one cock tore at his guts. My friends really knew how to keep him busy, while I was doing my work stealthily. Sometimes he attempted to raise his head up and look at me. I guess the tearing and scratching did actually hurt him quite a bit, but my co-conspirators drew his attention back, by holding his head in place. Three dicks tried to gain entrance at the same moment. That was quite a challenge for our little victim. After a while I smacked my hand on the lad’s ass cheek and told the guys I’ve finished preparing the slit. “Okay guys. Everyone gets three minutes with our star. Try not to cum immediately into his slit.” I announced and saw the sluts frightened face. “But… But this is not really necessary. Isn’t it?” Brian begged. “You guys wanted just to indicate the sex scenes, remember?” “Don’t worry puppy. We have to add some drama and excitement to the advertisement anyway” “Please… don’t….” Brian whispered. “Listen you little brat. Just because you are the star of the whole thing, doesn’t mean you can do whatever you like. If you want to quit – be prepared to pay the full fine.. Half a million dollars… wow – I bet this will make your life misery” I grinned evilly. Brian’s face turned pale. He started to sob softly. “Thought so…. Now get on your back and simply open your body to our cocks. Take off your pants now and Oliver you will go first. Make him wet. We need something to slide in. The boy seemed to respond. With shivering hands he took off his briefs and got on his back finally. His whole body was shivering. Both legs were grabbed by two guys and they pulled Brian’s legs apart and raised them a little bit. Oliver was like a bull, with rather a short fuse on his first time. He can’t hold it back for more than two minutes. It is always the same. But in the next round he would ram the kid into the filthy mattress without mercy. Somehow he is so overwhelmed, when he ejaculates for the first time into a teen boy. That was the reason, why he would go first. His cum would provide us with enough lube to get this bitch pregnant with the virus. “But…. please… don’t cum in me. Ok? You can fuck me without condoms, but please do not shoot your junk into me, ok…. OK?” the boy begged us. Oliver smiled wickedly at Brian, while he got onto the bed between the twink’s spread legs. “Hey Buddy – just relax. This won’t take too long” he winked at Brian. Brian crossed his arm over his chest and started to cry silently. Oliver penetrated Brian’s hole without extra lube and without spit. He wanted to give the kid a tearing inspiration, while pushing his 9.5 inches big cock into the clueless boy. “Oh baby…. you are tight. No shit…. you are really tight. You’re almost like a virgin you… BITCH!” Oliver had a strange way to give the lad a compliment. “OOOOH… Ouch…. AIIIYYEEE…. *grunts*” Brian hollered. “Guys, you will enjoy him. He is superb. Yeah Bitch, massage my cock with your fucking cunt…. man, I will… *ough* fucking….. *oooooh* destroy your ass cunt” “OOOoooorrrrrrrmmmmmPPPHHhhhhh* Our mate started jack-hammering his fat cock into the defenseless twink. “Look at me cunt… Look into my eyes…” he grunts. The lad looked up with fear in his eyes and saw the stud leering down at him. Our first contestant was about to ejaculate into our victim and I guess Brian was getting suspicious. He focused his gaze on Oliver’s face and getting a bit frantic. “Fucking whore…. *gasps* Now you are getting…. you are getting IT good….” our idiotic fucker mumbled. “Are you cumming in me? ARE YOU… CUMMING…IN ME???” The lad almost screamed hysterically. We had to force Brian down, to give Oliver the time to get all his toxic junk into the little lad. “IS HE CUMMING?” he turned to us. “Please stop him… I beg you, please. PLEASE…” “Don’t get hysterical. He didn’t even use your body for two minutes. No one ever came that fast – calm down now. Stop struggling” I soothed the boy. Somehow my words relaxed the twink again. I bet he never heard of guys, who would really cum within 2 minutes. Oliver slipped out of Brian and turned to one of the couches. We heard him apologize to the guys; he claimed that it was only the bitches fault. They calmed him down and whispered to him he did a perfect job, giving Brian his first poisonous load. Brian could see me stroking my cock slowly. With my 9 inches I was a bit smaller than Oliver, but my dick was much thicker. The damned shook his head and tried to talk me into a break. “You need a break after one cock?” I chuckled. “Sorry – but we don’t have the time. If we continue with this speed, we won’t be finished with the Advertisement until Christmas next year.” “Relax… you need another cock to loosen your cunt up a bit… don’t worry. I will be careful, not hurting you… too much.” I lined up my cock to Brian’s twitching hole and while I pushed my cockhead into the boy, I turned my head and yelled: “How big is your cock again Oliver?” “9,5 inches” he yelled back. My head turned back to our victim and without remorse I whispered: “I got only 9 inches, you should be able to take that in one stroke, don’t you think - whore?” With that I slammed my cock into the lad and he howled like I stabbed him in the ass with a knife. Weak fists tried to hurt me, by hitting me on my chest desperately. This didn’t stop me to bang the little fuck hard and brutal. “STOP… STOOOOOP” he screamed at top of his lungs, but no one seemed to care. My mates encouraged me to fuck the boy harder. “No code word…. remember?” I moaned. Brian wailed in pain, but there was nothing he could do. He had to stand the pain of my cock stabbing over and over into his guts. Somehow it was not possible for me to cum within 3 minutes and so I exceeded my fuck time a little bit and no one complained about it. Not even our little darling. He just stared to the wall on his left side while I ripped him up quite good. “Oh god damn… you filthy bitch… look what you have done…..” I panted while ejaculating deep into his bowels. “What did you do? Did you…. did you shoot your cum into me?” he asked me softly. “Yeah – you bitch. But it was all your fault *gasp*. You massaged my dick so good with your cunt it just happened…. man that was great. You are the perfect slut for this multi media act” I growled. “I am sorry… sorry…” he apologized cutely. “Never mind you horny slut, it is okay. After all, you are getting more and more into your role…” “I am just so scared….” you almost couldn’t understand his word. “And that is exactly the look we need for the shoot later on. Be afraid… be very afraid.” We all looked down at the innocent guy and grinned evilly. “Come on guys – who is next?” I yelled.

Raw, lust laden, animalistic, uninhibited, Man-on-Man fucking that only comes sans condoms. I love the feelng as the head of his manhood drives into my hole without care for the pain it initially causes. Inch after sweet inch slides into me slowly, feeling like an eternity until his crotch is pressed firmly on my ass cheeks. He pauses for a few seconds, savoring the sweet tightness of my hole, knowing before the night is over, it will look like a wrecked whore's cunt, gasping open and brimming with seed. I can feel the pulse of his dick as I am stretched to the limit. Skin to skin, we are now connected on an ethereal level...the only thing that exist in this world is pleasure and lust. I crave for the feeling of a huge, thick, veiny, juicy, raw cock churning my insides and digging against my P-spot. Seconds tick to minutes but time stands still in our world. He takes his time, savoring the sweet feeling of his ridged pole nestled in me. Oh shit, he's good...I feel a burning in me that explodes into a hands free orgasm that doesn't end. He now possesses my body and owns my soul. Then, the most ultimately delicious feeling as he quickens his pace, skin slapping loudly on skin, moans echoing through walls, then it happens... The final, deepest thrust, the head of his cock pressing firmly against the walls of my boi pussy, I feel his cock quickly expand, then leap in my sloppy hole. The scalding heat of his cum washes through my core as he unloads the contents of his huge balls. His body jerks as I grip his meaty cock with my hole as hard as I can, milking every last drop of his essence into me. He gives me what no other man can...his unique brand of biology mixed with chemistry found in his genes. As he pulls out of me, buckets of cum pour out of me like a burst dam. I greedily reach down and scoop up jizz by the hand full and lap the sweet nectar from my fingers. Hungry for more, I snatch his semi-erect cock, lazily dripping cum, and drink his man juice straight from the tap. I tease the underside of his fat cock head with my tongue, coaxing more cum out as his knees buckle from the overwhelming pleasure. A grin spreads across my face as I feel him getting hard again, ready for another round without rest. Never underestimate the power of real raw fucking...

Part 17 It was now time to start seeding this neg 18 year old and poz him as he was being paid to perform. Bam Bam let Charlie rock for a short time on his 9" poz cock as he readied the dumb kid for what he was eventually going to get, a huge load of charged jizz. Bam Bam hadn't cum in over 2 weeks as he prepared for his first job. Looking up at Charlie and seeing him lost in the pleasure he was feeling from having a cock finally inside him . Bam Bam knew the next step was crucial since part of his job, not only to poz the dumb kid, but to get him used t partying. He thrusted his cock up a little deeper eliciting a moan from Charlie as he asked him, "Are you ready to really get fucked? Charlie shook his head 'yes' while rocked slightly, with his eyes closed and mouth slithly hanging open. Bam Bam firmly slapped him across the face to bring him back to reality as he asked his soon to be poz cum pig the same question again, "ARE YOU READY TO REALLY GET FUCKED???" Charlie was now forced to verbalize his answer, "Oh yes, I need you to really fuck me. Give it all to me please?" Charlie had no idea what he was really asking for when Bam Bam pushed him off and told him to get on his back while he retrieved a few 'necessities'. When Bam Bam returned he quickly shoving the full length of his cock back inside Charlie right before he sprayed a rag with Maximum Impact and dropped it on Charlie's face so he could not see what was coming next. With Charlie's vision blocked and lost in the feeling of the G and T already in his system it was easy for a tourniquet to be placed on his arm and a pre-loaded (and previously used) rig slipped into a nice fat vein. With the expertise he had be taught, he quickly registered the familiar 'red' flash and emptied the slam into Charlie. As quickly as it was applied the tourniquet was removed and as Charlie began to vigorously cough causing the rag on his face to fall off as Bam Bam Administered his own slam before he began to start fucking the rushing teen beneath him. The slam he gave himself was enough to bring him to the verge of orgasm and allowing him to power fuck the teen he abused his formerly virgin hole. Bam Bam worked himself closer and closer to delivering his first poz load with good, long powerful strokes. Charlie was now moaning as he felt nothing but the pleasure his hole was giving him. A puzzled expression appeared on Charlie's face reaching down to discover he had a very soft Tina dick. Bam Bam told him, "Your soft cock give away your true being. I knew the moment I saw you that you were nothing more then a bottom bitch! I knew you'd be taking my cock and any man's cock you were offered, After we're done, I'm sure you'll go out an search for more cocks to fuck you." Bam Bam punctuated his words by long dicking the teen, completely pulling his dick out before slamming it back inside. As the teen ;s rush continued he quickly gave up on stroking himself and moved to feel the 9" rod working his hungry ass. It seemed the drugs weren't completely clouding the boy's head when he realized that he was being fucked bareback. The expression on his face seemed to be conflicted between enjoying the sensation he was feeling from the skin on skin fuck and knowing that he should ask for a condom. Charlie questioned Bam Bam's raw cock in his ass as he slowly gave into the raw fuck he was receiving. He was bluntly told, "You never asked for a condom when you willingly sat your ass down on my bare dick and I not stopping until I breed you" staring directly into Charlies eyes. He then added, "I can see the wheels spinning in your drugged up head, part of you screaming to fuck safe and the other part wanting as much of my raw cock as you can get Slowly you're giving into the pleasure of feeling nothing between us, knowing that soon you'll be not just asking for my raw cock, but for my load." The suggestions that were now filling his head along with the sensation of the are back fuck were definitely winning out as he shook his head yes between moans asked for it harder and faster. As Bam Bam was approaching his impending orgasm and depositing a massive poz load he began to continue his efforts in moving the teen closer to accepting being bred. "Yeah, I can see it in your eyes now. You're liking getting fucked bareback, no your loving it raw. I bet you want me to breed you, shoot my big load deep inside you. Bring you helping you finally realize that you are now nothing more then a cum dump to be fucked and seeded by any man who wants that sweet, ass of yours." Bam Bam totally controlled the kid's mind as he began a quick, rapid fuck that he knew was going to cause his balls to fire a huge load. Charlie started to ask for Bam Bam's load as Bam Bam continued to prime the pump. Bam Bam asked, "You want my charged load bitch?" Charlie practically screamed, "YES! YES! BREED ME! PLEASE BREED ME!" As Bam Bam/s cock began to thicken he then instructed his new cum dump, "Ask me to breed you and charge your ass and I will fuck my charged load into your ass." Charlie was totally lost on what he was being asked to say and without any idea of what he was truly asking for he yelled out, "FUCKING CHARGE MY ASS!" Bam Bam could no longer hold back and with the kids plea he slammed balls deep past the kids deep ring and unloaded what was probably the biggest load of cum he had ever fired while peering into Charlie's soul. Charlie felt the cock inside him spasm as he was being filled. The entire experience had Bam Bam turned on more then he thought possible as he began to make short jabs with his still hard cock deep inside Charlie. He had expected to go soft but found himself ready to work on a second load. This fuck took a lot longer then the first allowing Bam Bam to not only work the load already deep inside the boy into the battered walls of his colon, but to cause some minor damage that would allow the bug to seep into the teen's system. Charlie took 7 loads from Bam Bam, the first 3 before his cock ever left Charlie's ass and they took little break. Charlie started to gratitude for being shown his true nature as he sipped his G laced drink. He wanted more of what he was already given so far that night. Bam Bam told him if he wanted more of what he was already given he needed to finish his (G laced) drink and start to suck his cock hard so that he could fuck him again. Charlie downed his drink and quickly took Bam Bam soft cock into his mouth as the G worked into his system and Bam Bam retrieved another slam. This time he didn't hide the fact he was administering another slam as he let Charlie know about the drugs he had already been given. With the G fogging his brain he willingly accepted the slam as he was fucked some more.

Part 16 As the new semester started Matt had stetted into one of Steve's spare bedrooms. Bam Bam & Robbie were moved into the one bedroom apartment Matt once occupied. The studio was left vacant for the time being. With the addition of Robbie who was Steve's first 'willing' worker. Matt already had him booked to work some special parties. The one thing none of them knew was Robbie's dancing abilities as he quickly became know as a stripper (which made a good cover for when he went out to service men). Shortly after the weekend Robbie spent on campus, Bam Bam was already getting action as a potent gifter. His first gig was for a single father who wanted his 'queer fag of a son' pozzed on his 18th birthday. The details were clear, he was to use what ever methods necessary to accomplish the job. Matt, with the help of James, taught Bam Bam everything he needed to know on how to administer a booty bump to an unsuspecting bottom, prepare and administer a slam, the importance of GHB and how best to dose (so that he intended does not get too much). Bam Bam was a quick study and was ready for the job earlier then expected. The set up was for the kids 18th birthday dinner where Bam Bam would make contact his target. He was able to get some G added to the kid's drink and with the right moves, hoped to take him to a local hotel. There was help from the kid's father as the night progressed, The father played it up as Bam Bam flirted with his target by urging him to talk to Bam Bam. The kid was a little reluctant, apparently not enough G in his drink. The opening came when on Que excused himself and headed to the bathroom. Bam Bam wasted no time and approached and wished the kid a 'Happy Birthday!' As the conversation continued the kid finish his drink allowing all the G to get into his system. Bam Bam asked if the kid was enjoying himself to which the lid admitted it was ok. Bam Bam when in for the 'kill' asking the newly 18 year old if he'd like to celebrate his birthday with a lonely, out of town visitor. The kids eyes lit up at the offer and with some urging, the kid left a note for his dad and the two walked out. Getting into Bam Bam's car (which Steve supplied as part of his work), Bam Bam gave the kid a birthday kiss on the cheek before they sped off for Bam Bam's hotel. After parking the car and heading inside the room. Bam Bam offered to make the kid a drink, asking if he would like a rum and coke (of course with the G in his system he was not going to get any alcohol, but more G), as Charlie had a seat on a love seat that was in the room. As each had his own drink, Bam Bam finally asked the kids name. Bam Bam introduced himself as Lucas before asking the kid for his name. The replied, "Charles, Jr, but most people call me Charlie." They chatted about consequential, mundane topics as the G slowly took affect on the intended victim. Bam Bam began to put the moves on the kid as the effects of the G became self evident. First he placed his hand on Charlie's thigh as he began to kiss him. Then slowly he moved his hand higher up the kid's thigh and closer to his slightly noticeable cock. Charlie showed a slight hesitation to Bam Bam advancements even with the G already consumed.. He took this opportunity to attempt to get the open up asking him about his sexual experience to which Charlie admitted that the only experience he had had was jerking off while watching porn. This gave an opening for Bam Bam. With his laptop already connected to the TV he asked if he could put some porn on the TV for them to watch. Charlie jumped at the idea since he only had a couple, short video clips on his phone. Once the porn started playing it was easy to get Charlie to finish his drink (and the remaining G). The videos being played were a mix of home made by Steve with some commercial porn. Bam Bam assured the 18 year old that he was going to be gentle as he showed charlie the time of his life, adding, "We won't do anything you don't want to do, I promise." He knew full well that with the G (and soon to be T) in the boy's system along with Bam Bam pushing the right buttons, the kid would do anything Bam Bam wanted. The porn had the kid memorized and increased his horniness. Bam Bam resumed exploring the kids body with his hands and soon was kissing the kid full on the lips. He easily slipped his tongue into Charlie's mouth as his hand moved over a hard cock. Charlie moaned slightly as his cock was ever so slightly squeezed. Charlie really liked the porn and asked if there was anyway he could get a copy. Bam Bam flashed a devilish smile and answer that he intended to leave a copy for the teen. Before Charlie knew it he was slowly being undressed. His shirt found its way to the floor as his belt was loosened and the button on his cargo shorts was unfastened. Bam Bam had the kid stand up allowing his jeans to fall to the floor leaving him in a pair of bright blue 2xist, low rise briefs. As charlie sat back down on the love seat as Bam Bam quickly removed his own shirt. They resumed kissing as now Charlie let his hand roam over Bam Bam's body, quickly finding his belt already unfastened to which he unbuttoned Bam Bam's khaki's and the two stood up allowing the slacks to fall to the ground as Bam Bam guided he prey to the bed. Once at the beds edge he pushed the teen onto the bed where he landed on his back. This gave an opportunity to remove his briefs. The G was in full effect as Charlie made to attempt to protest as he lay there now naked, looking up at Bam Bam now wearing a nice pair of black Andrew Christian boxer briefs that really accentuated the size of his growing cock. While looking down at the innocent looking teen beneath him, Bam Bam hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his boxer briefs and slid them down before climbing on the bed to resume kissing Charlie. The now naked two-some kept exploring until Bam Bam made a move to give Charlie his first blow job. He took the kids (nearly) 7", hard cock into his mouth down the the root as Charlie let out an 'Oh my GOD!' The blow job had its intended effect on Charlie, but had to be stopped quickly as Bam Bam could sense the kid would cum real soon if he continued. He made his move, to the disappointment of Charlie at first. But when he pushed the teen's legs back and began to give him his first out-n-out rim job, the moans returned. The kid needed to be shown that his hole was to be the center of all his pleasure as was directed by the man paying for Bam Bam's work, the kid's father. What was not know to that point was that his father intended to turn his son into his private cum dump while sharing him with his friends and maybe whoring him out for drugs. This position gave Bam Bam the opportunity to booty pump the unsuspecting teen as he started to prepare the kids hole for his 9" death stick. As Charlie was lost in the sensations he was experiencing for the first time Bam Bam used the porn to distract the kid as a video showing a young, 18 year old Lucas being fucked by Matt. Bam Bam drew Charlies attention to the video and saying, if your lucky, "Maybe that will be you tonight.? Between the G in him, the physical sensation of being rimmed and visually watching a teen kid like him getting fucked had his mind distracted enough to allow Bam Bam to slip a spit lubed (Bam Bam's preferred lubrication) finger inside where nothing had ever been before. He made sure to hit the kid's prostate sending a shock wave through the kids body. Charlie watched as the twink in the video was getting fucked. As he watched he realized he did not see a condom on the top (Matt) and asked about this fact. While alternating between eating the kids virgin ass, and slipping a finger (or two) inside he let his prey know "This is a bareback video. I'm guessing the little clips you watched had the top wearing a condom?" With his eyes still occupied by the porn on the TV, Charlie slowly shook his head 'yes as Bam Bam took this opportunity to slip a shard of Tina inside hos hole along with a third finger. Charlie complained for a moment about a slight burning in his ass as Bam Bam worked the shard in as deep as he could telling the teen, "Relax sexy boy, I'm just working to open up this tight hole of yours so I can give you my birthday gift" This would have Charlie thinking that any burn he would feel from Tina being shoved into his hole was just Bam Bam loosening him for his steel, meat, spike. After a third decent shard of Tina was deep inside Charlie, Bam Bam got on the bed next to the teen and had him lay on top so he could work on getting his 9" death stick hard while Charlies hole was finalized for penetration. He urged Charlie that if he wanted his cock inside his hole, he'd have to get it as slick as he could. As Bam Bam continued to rim, finger and booty bump Charlie, he also coached him in the art of sucking cock. When he had added a fifth a final shard of Tina, he took his free hand to the back of Charlie's had and helped him work down his cock until his cock was 2/3 the way in the teen's mouth and poised at the back of his throat. Although this was the first cock Charlie had ever sucked he knew from the mini porno clips he had watched that it was important to be able to get the other guy's cock in as far as possible. Bam Bam told him to breath through his nose and on the next down stroke his only thought should be to relax and breath his cock. He should concentrate on the pleasure he was receiving from the cock in his mouth and the pleasure he would bring when it slides into he throat. With that said, when Charlie worked down the 9" shaft when he reached the point where the cock was right at the entrance to his throat, Bam Bam applied enough force to the back of his head he only had one choice as to what to do next (whether he was ready or not), that cock was going down he throat. He did his best to follow what he was told, concentrating on the pleasure he was giving as the cock seemed to grow hard inside his throat and pushing a little further into his throat. Bam Bam didn't hold him there long and soon Charlie was allowed to pull back so he could grab a breath of air while still getting his ass eaten. He moved down again with a determination to deep throat this cock on his own. Again, there was the hand on the back of his head as the cock slid into he throat before he stopped still a good inch from his goal as a little pressure was applied allowing about half and inch more to slide in before the hand let up and Charlie repeated getting a quick breath before quickly plunging back down the full length of Bam Bam's cock this time feeling his pubes in his chin as he continue to work the last little bit inside with the hand on the back of his head nearly resting on his head. Bam Bam felt a sense of accomplishment since Charlie proceeded to work all of his 9", dripping, rock hard cock completely in he throat 3 more times as a sixth and final shard of meth was shoved inside with 3 fingers as Bam Bam made sure to massage the prostate. Charlie stroked Bam Bam's slicked up cock and only had one thing to say,"FUCK ME!" It very clear that both the G and T had taken effect in the birthday boy. Although this plea was noticed, it was ignored as the attention given to his aching prostate and hole continued and intensified. Now the virgin asked again, but with more pleading in his voice, "PLEASE FUCK ME! FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH!" Charlie was asked, "Are you sure you are ready and can handle this fucking you?" Charlie shook his head yes and added, "If I can take this in my throat in my throat, I'm sure I can get it in my ass." The kid was ready for his birthday present, a present that would last the rest of his life. Bam Bam had Charlie stand up and straddle him before lowering his ass right over his throbbing, dripping, spit slicked cock. Suddenly Charlie felt the tip at the entrance to virgin territory as Bam Bam guided him down. When the pressure was sufficient the tip of Bam Bam's cock slipped inside as Charlie could only say,"OH FUCK!" Bam Bam helped to steady the teen who had just started to impale himself onto his cock. Slowly Charlie slid down until he was just over 3/4 the way down as the tip was now at the deep internal ring. Bam Bam grabbed popper (that were planed to be close at hand) and instructed the impaled teen on their use while he held him firmly by the hips holding him in place. After a half dozen good hits in each nostril Charlie was told to recap the poppers, take some deep breaths, relax and let gravity do the work. As Charlie was taking those deep breaths it was like a switch was thrown as the last reaming part of Bam Bam's cock disappeared inside him.

Part 14 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. Bam Bam was the first to deliver a charged load deep inside Robbie's neg ass, but he wouldn' be the last as the crowd from out by the pool began to filter into the basement play room. Most of the local dealers, a number of the campus gay boys and a few friends from not too far away were invited to join in on Robbies' pozzing. It was very apparent by Robbie's reaction that he was thoroughly enjoying himself as Bam Bam worked his cock in and out his formerly virgin hole. The G and T were rewiring Robbie's brain to accept (not only what was happening to him, but) his true self that was drawn out for all to see and him to feel. Bam Bam leaned in to kiss his totally spun friend as he delivered his first load. Bam Bam continued to work his cock in Robbie's freshly seeded hole trying to work his toxic load into the bruised walls of his ass. Bam Bam moved to Robbie's head to get his cock cleaned as Matt quickly moved in between Robbie's leg slamming his own hard cock balls deep inside Robbie's hole preventing any of the load already inside to leak out. Robbie simply moaned in pleasure as his hole became the center of his world. One by one each man there deposited a load (some deposited more) inside Robbie's hole to the point where cum began to 'squish' out as Robbie was getting fucked. Matt made sure to keep Robbie well spun as he was used as a cum dump from Thursday night through Sunday morning. Bam Bam wanted Robbie to himself for the last two nights. Mat, along with help from James kept Robbie higher than GOD with slams of various amounts and different intervals. Matt began to notice a definite change in Robbie that got him thinking. Typically Steve had to trick the boys they turned into Tina whores so that they could make money off their high asses. Matt had asked Steve if he'd ever employ a willing boy to which he quickly answered, "Abso-fucking-lutely!!!!" Matt was starting to wonder if he had found that boy in Robbie. Sunday was fast upon them with Robbie still a little spun there was only Matt, Bam Bam and James left when Andre checked in with Matt in order to collect his fee for the security service before he was going to head out when he saw a now naked Robbie. As he was chatting with Matt he kept his eyes locked on the slim, petite cum dump as he instinctively rubbed his hardening cock, Matt observed Andre's reaction to the sight before him and knew exactly what it was going to take to get Andre to breed Robbie. Matt asked Andre to wait while he retrieved his fee for the evening as Bam Bam and James helped Robbie out of the sling and over the couch to allow him to rest a bit before leaving. Matt retrieved some a few articles of clothing from its storage location, walked over to Robbie and slipped a skirt, gril's training bra and a tank top on the tired youth before rejoining Andre. Matt knew that although Andre liked to fuck a nice piece of white ass, he knew if that Andre was more likely to fuck that piece of white ass if it was dressed as Robbie was now. Matt whispered to James to have a nice slam prepared before rejoining Andre handing him a nice wad of cash. Andre suffed the cash in his pocket as his other hand began to unfasten his belt. Matt got Robbie on all fours as James approached with the slam to administer to Robbie. By this point Andre's pants were on the floor as he approached Robbie whole stroking his dripping, BBC (which Matt knew to be over 10" and thick). As Robbie began to ride his latest rush, Andre came in behind him, positioned his dripping cock against Robbie well abused hole and grabbed Robbie's slim waist. With one brute thrust he had 3/4's of it buried inside Robbie's ass. What surprised everyone including Andre is the noise that came from Robbie. It was well known that any guy who has taken Andre's cock as Robbie had just done typically screamed in pain no mater how high. Robbie seemed to moan in pleasure as Andre began to work the remaining length of his cock inside Robbie high ass. The three friends watched as Andre pushed his cock deeper inside and surely pushing the remaining poz seed deeper into Robbie's body. Andre fucked like a porn star on Caverject, he easily could cum, remain hard, keep fucking and cum again. Andre fucked Robbie for a good 2 1/2 hours and depositing at least 6 loads before pulling his softening cock from Robbie's ass.

I have a gay cousin. We fuck every now and then. He always shoots a big load in me.

Hotel Hoe Down: The next anonymous dick slid into my cum filled hole with ease. I moaned in contentment as I once again felt like a turkey filled with stuffing at a Pilgrim Thanksgiving, dripping with sauce. My intentions were innocent enough when I answered the man’s ad. OK, well maybe not, but even with the empty rigs lying on the floor, the multiple raw dicks that had bred me, and the BBC maintenance man/pimp repeatedly calling me his, “White bitch twitch,” code for drugged-up-cum-chaser, I had yet to admit to myself how far I had fallen. I was like an angel who had come to Earth and sexually tainted my eternal light with the darkness of sex and depravity. The Watcher had become the watched. My ass was being used as a flesh hole for raw dick and cum. My veins were being used as a transport network for whatever drugs my superior BBC master decided I needed. My mouth was being used as their urinal. I was still in the first stage of denial - shock - but the rest would come, I was sure, until finally I hit the last stage of acceptance and embraced who I had become. A drugged-up-AIDs-chasing-slut. In hindsight, maybe as the saying goes, “He doth protest too much.” I had been planning my vacation to New York City for months and a major part of that effort was scoping out who the big dicked tops were in the city - the raw fucking big dicked tops. I methodically reviewed all the members on the various hookup sites I was already on and even scoured the web for new, and different sites to explore to find some good dick. I found the usual suspects, most of whom I figured were fakes, but sent messages, chatted back and forth, and ‘lined up’ a few promising dicks to get me stuffed with raw man meat and cum during my vacation. If all went as planned I would not leave the hotel for five days as I would be too busy getting fucked. Plan B was that I would hit an ABS to find whatever nasty trade I could. But now I’m getting ahead of myself a little as while I normally stay at a hotel chain where I get points on my credit card, for this trip I chose a different one, one where a 10-inch BBC worked. When I first saw his online ad, I figured it was too good to be true. I mean, really, this dude checked all my boxes - BBC, nasty, raw top, POZ, smoked, drank, drugs, thuggish, and more. Well, you can see for yourself why I was intrigued and my hole was dripping when I responded to his post: YOU WILLING TO GET FUCKED HOW I SAY? OBEY A SUPERIOR BBC MASTER? Harlem nicca here. Work in a hotel, looking for slut bottoms who need their hole seeded. My rules, my way only. You must pass inspection. My buddy will come check that ass out. If he says it’s good then game on fuckas! I wanna breed my nut in YOU! The Dept of Health got my number. Who want to be added to the contact list? POZ breeder - take it or fuck off! I shook as I typed a reply and my brain spun thinking of how such a connect might play out. Yet I knew it was likely it was all fake - but hell, might as well give it a shot. To my surprise the guy responded and without asking the 101 questions every other guy in NYC had generally been asking. He only asked one - again, “YOU WILLING TO GET FUCKED HOW I SAY?” Of course I said yes. Little did I know what that would mean. Finally the day arrived and I was all set for my vacation. I had shipped a box via FedEx to the hotel with some ‘supplies’ to make sure I could prep, have some poppers, fuck towels etc… Getting a tub of Elbow Grease through security in my carry on was not an option, and I didn’t want to fill by luggage with nothing but fuck towels - a nice dark brown to hide any stains and not ruin the institutional white sheets and coverlets most hotels use these days. Once at the hotel, I unpacked, prepped, and at 2:45 texted the BBC Master as he had instructed, “I’m in room 632. Door unlocked. Bent over the bed. Blindfolded. Waiting as MASTER ordered.” I was anxious and paced back and forth on the worn carpet. Would he text me back? Was this a set up? Fuck I should have had a drink or something. Instead I grabbed the poppers and did a snuff. OK, better, but not - fuck! He texted me back. “You got 60 seconds to get ready. Bend over, white pussy ass out. You run - my man is out. You say anything - my man leaves. You make a fucking move and are anything but a cum hole - we done.” I quickly threw my phone up on the bed, bent over, slid the blindfold down across my eyes and huffed the poppers hard. I had a fuck towel set out on my right with a bottle of Elbow Grease H2O gel as ordered and a fuck towel to my left. My ass was prelubed, the lights were off except for the hall light. I waited. The door latch clicked as the handle was turned. The door banged against the jamb and clicked shut. Silence. Hard breathing, the shuffling of fabric, keys, a belt unloosening, the scrape of sharp nails against my skin, then my hole, then an evil chuckle as the skin cells of my ass ring were scraped like excess paint off a window sill. I wanted to flinch, cry out, move, beg for his dick but remembered what the BBC MASTER has said, so I stayed as still as a fawn being stalked by a wolf. The digging at my hole paused. I heard the flick of a lighter, the hiss as something caught flame, the sucking in of lung fulls of smoke - pause - then a great exhale. Jesus he was smoking in my room! Fuck! I was going to get charged for that damn it! I recognized that smell though - crack. I had a few street buddies from DC who smoked rock and the smell is unmistakable - sharp, sticky, chalky, with a mix of burnt toast. The lighter flicked again, the anonymous top exhaled, I heard the clink of glass onto the cabinet holding the TV, then felt his nails again as he clawed at my ass even harder now. My hole was getting wet; the top’s breathing was getting heavier as the crack kicked in. Damn I hoped his dick could still get a hard on and fuck. I should not have worried. The anonymous top leaned over my back, his dick head pressing against my ass. Shit he felt thick and his skin was hot like a white ember in a furnace. He moaned as he scored his fingers down my back and sides, kneaded my ass cheeks like a kitten on a pussy’s tummy, then grunted as he slammed his hard dick at my raw hole. I had to bury my face in the pillow and stuff my mouth with the white cotton to keep from not crying out. The fierce pain was like a bullet piercing my flesh, but in slow motion. Little by little he pushed into my ass. The raw, anonymous dick split me open, fucked me hard, and pounded me like a nail with a sledge hammer. I took it just like the BBC Master ordered and before long was rewarded with a deep grunt, a stiff dick, a ball spasm, and hot cum spewing like river rapids into my raw ass. Once he was satisfied, my anonymous benefactor slid his dick out, grabbed a fuck towel, mumbled something, tossed the towel onto my back, hiked up his pants, then left the way he came in. I stood up, stretched, yanked the blindfold off, went to the bathroom to rub my eyes and took some toilet paper to rub my tender hole - pink and red. Yeah he fucked me good. I wanted to keep the nutt in and flicked the lights on and went back to the bed and stopped - there on the bed was a white envelope: “10:30. COME TO THE 17TH FLOOR. END OF HALL TO THE RIGHT IF YOU WANT THAT POZ NUTT.” I opened the envelope and inside was a key card, like for a hotel room, but which one? I held the anonymous load of cum in as long as I could. When I finally went to the bathroom I had some sharp pain, like razors slicing my hole. He must have ripped me up some. I also felt tweaked out - can you get a contact high from a crack smoker through his cum? I figured yes. Repeatedly I checked my phone seeing if the BBC Master had texted or emailed me. I guessed I passed his first test but hell, who knows with these fakers and spammers. I was happily surprised someone showed up at all and eager for more dick and while I wanted to head to the ABS or online to find some more dick, I waited. At 10:25 I left my room, looked to the left then the right down the hotel hallway, then made my way to the elevator bank. I stepped in and pressed 17. Nothing happened. I hit it again. Nothing. I pulled the key card out of my pocket, swiped it against the small black square set below the floor buttons, it turned green, 17 lighted up, and I was on my way. The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and I stepped off into a dimly lit construction zone. I guess this was a floor they were remodeling as there was a cloud of perpetual dust, rows of plastic hanging off the wall and ceiling, piles of debris, and workshop style lights that fluttered in and out. Yeah, I know, this is the scene in Law and Order where the dumb ass criminal who is trying to escape the cops gets taken out by a serial killer or some shit. I looked to the left, then the right, headed down the hall stepping over bits and piles of construction debris and dodging drapes of hanging plastic from the ceiling. The only sound besides the thumping of my heart was the thrum of a generator, or machinery someplace. All the doors to the rooms were open and only darkness could be seen, not even a glint of light from outside. As I got closer to the last room on my right I noticed a faint glow coming from the room. I paused, listened; there was a soft CLICK, a rustling of plastic. I peered around the doorway and saw a large, dark shape of a man silhouetted against a single workshop light hanging from the ceiling behind him standing beside the shadowed outline of a stepladder. His face was in shadows, and to make it even murkier - and creepier - he was standing behind a sheet of opaque plastic hanging down from the ceiling. CLICK - the lighter caught, the brief flicker of flame near the shadow man’s head showed he was smoking something. Bright embers shimmered in the glass pipe like little distant stars behind the plastic sheeting. “WHAT THE FUCK YOU WAITING FOR BOY? GET THEM FUCKING CLOTHES OFF, THEN THE FUCK OVER HERE, BEND THOSE KNEES, AND GIVE ME SOME NECK. TASTE THIS POZ DICK!” the shadow man bellowed. CLICK - the lighter caught again and even as I got closer I still could not make out any details of his face. I paused, pulled off my t-shirt, shorts, kicked off my sneakers, and adjusted my now hard dick. CLICK - the lighter torched once more and just as I thought I might catch a glimmer of this POZ breeder, the flame died. The smoke was thick close to the plastic and smelled like crack, but way stronger. As I got nearer I also noticed there was a hole cut in the plastic and the shadow man had his dick stuck through it. I knelt on the dirty concrete floor, lifted his long breeding stick up, and placed the head on my tongue so I could savor his infected drip. “THAT’S IT BOY. TASTE THAT SUPERIOR BBC DICK. TASTE THAT MASTER DICK THAT’S GONNA FILL THAT CLOWN HOLE. I’M GONNA SMASH THAT BOY PUSSY GOOD AND MAKE YOU O.D. ON SOME AIDS NUTT. YEAH GOT SOME THUG TREATS FOR YOU FAGGOT - HELL YEAH - LOVE A COCK HUNGRY FAGGOT HOE WHO NEEDS THEIR PUSSY RAPED BY A TRUE SUPERIOR BBC MASTER. AIN’T THAT RIGHT? DON’T TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL NOW - JUST FOCUS ON MAKING IT SLOPPY.” As his dick extended to its full width and length I had to brace myself and work to take what I could. I was beginning to think unlike most tops, he had undersold his assets, as clearly it felt bigger than 10-inches. “GOOD HOE SLUT. HOLD YOUR NECK ROLL A MINUTE - NO DON’T MOVE YOUR MOUTH, KEEP IT JUST LIKE THAT. DON’T FUCKING MOVE YOUR HEAD OR WE’RE DONE AND YOU DON’T GET THIS DICK UP THAT PUSSY YOU HEAR ME!” I wasn’t sure what he was trying to do at first and it made me jump a little when something hard and bristly pushed through the plastic gloryhole and at my mouth alongside his dick. He had stuck his hand through the hole too along with a hard bristle toothbrush. With his dick still in my mouth he jammed the brush in alongside his dick. He tried to brush my gums but between the angle and his dick filling my mouth, he just couldn’t make it happen. Quickly, he realized that too, “I’M GONNA PULL MY DICK BACK FOR A MINUTE SO WE CAN PREP YOUR AIR HOLE. PUT YOUR MOUTH RIGHT UP TO THE SPOT THERE, OPEN WIDE, AND USE YOUR FINGERS TO STRETCH YOUR LIPS OUT. REMEMBER, DON’T FUCKING MOVE YOUR HEAD OR WE’RE DONE!!” I did as the shadow man ordered and winced and whimpered as he had success and started gouging my gums good with his brush. Side to side, up and down, top then bottom, he was like an evil dentist. Tears ran out of the corners of my eyes, he pulled the brush back, the lighter went CLICK, he chuckled, “FUCK YEAH BLOODY HOE AIR HOLE. TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO POZ YOU AT BOTH ENDS. JUST LIKE PAINTING A HOUSE YOU GOT TO PRIME THOSE WALLS FIRST BEFORE YOU ADD THE FINISH COAT. NOW SCOOP SOME OF MY AIDS DRIP OFF MY DICK AND WORK IT AROUND YOUR GUMS THEN SLIDE MY MEAT UP AND DOWN YOUR TONGUE, INSIDE YOUR CHEEKS REAL NICE AND GOOD. OH YEAH THAT’S THE SHIT. FUCK YEAH HOE SLUT, FUCK YEAH.” My BBC master was pleased with how I obeyed and so decided I should get another treat, “That was good hoe fag. I like how you are whimpering cause you so hungry for my dick. Don’t worry, if you continue to please me I will make sure that body gets all the AIDS dick and nutt you can handle and then some you can’t. First, I want you to take this pipe. AH AH AH NO QUESTIONS! Good. The only time that mouth should be open is when I tell it to be. Like I was saying, take this pipe, hold it firm between your lips. I’ll heat the bowl and when I say so, you inhale deep as you can and hold it until I say stop and release.” Shadow man passed a glass object through the hole that was about as long as a pen with a rounded bulb on the end. I held it level as I bent forward a little, placed the end between my lips, and tried not to imagine him setting the plastic on fire or some shit. CLICK - he held the lighter’s flame below the bowl and swirled it around in little circles, “Go on now - suck it in good and deep and hold it no matter what. You’ll want to cough, but don’t, fight it - fight it - fight it a little...more...OK you can release.” When I did I coughed, hacked, and gasped for air as the world spun a bit and I got a wicked rush. Shadow man laughed, “Fucking slut - that was good and got my dick brick as shit. Let’s do that a few times.” I kept running my tongue back and forth and in and out of my mouth like dog that had just been given peanut butter. The taste was funky, the smoke had made the places where he had gouged my mouth up itch and burn, and I was tripping a bit. “Yo bitch, focus, put your mouth back here. That was a warm up. This time, inhale harder, hold it longer, and you’ll repeat several times in a row until the shit’s down. Come on now, that’s it.” By the time that round of hitting the pipe was done I good and buzzed. Shit I liked that and wanted more. I mumbled something but even I didn’t know what I said and shadow man just laughed, wagged the tooth brush back through the hole, “BEND THE FUCK OVER HOE - TIME TO PREP THAT PUSSY SO I CAN DUMP SOME AIDS BABIES.” I backed my ass to the plastic gloryhole, bent forward, and barely made a sound as he jammed the toothbrush in my ass and started digging around, getting my hole ready for his eternal gifts. Shadow man wasted no time and moved his hand back and forth in time to the need building inside his balls. He pulled his prep toy out, made a satisfied, “Hmmm..” then I felt the baby-fist head of his dark dick kiss my ass lips. “SHOW YOUR SUPERIOR BLACK MASTER HOW MUCH YOU WANT THAT DICK. TAKE IT DRY WITH JUST YOUR PUSSY JUICES. SHOW ME HOW MUCH OF A CHEM-FUCKED-UP-SLUT YOU ARE. EAGER PUSSY TRYING TO GET POZZED. NUTTED. BRED DEEP. THAT’S IT - PUSH THAT HOLE BACK, OPEN THAT CUNT - SHIT HURTS GOOD HUH? WAIT UNTIL I AM ALL THE WAY IN. RIDE THAT FUCKING DICK. RAPE YOURSELF ON IT. BOUNCE THAT SHIT BACK. YOU GO FAG BOY - YOU ASKING FOR IT GOOD NOW!” I was hungry for dick, for cum, for more of that pipe - the glass and BBC master versions. I stood part way up, desperately flinging myself back onto his POZ dick. Suddenly the shadow man wrapped his arms around me, encasing my head and body in the plastic hanging from the ceiling as he pressed our bodies together and pushed. The plastic rent from the connectors holding it to the ceiling. Bits of plaster cascaded down the crevices of the protective cover as the shadow man pushed me down onto the floor, his dick stull buried raw and deep in my ass. His hand and body slid over mine, the plastic forming a protective barrier against him except for the hole where his dick spread my ass open wider. “TIME TO POZ THAT ASS UP. ADD YOUR NAME TO MY FILE AT THE HEALTH DEPARTMENT. BREED YOU LIKE THAT PUSSY NEEDS TO BE BRED AND FILLED. CREAM IT WITH THIS SUPERIOR BLACK NUTT TIL YOU GAPING, DRIPPING, AND THOSE PUSSY LIPS JUST SUCKING IT OUT OF ME! YOU READY TO GET THIS TOXIC LOAD? YOU READY FOR THAT BREEDING YOU’VE BEEN CRAVING - NEEDING - BEEN ALL HUNGRY FOR? I DON’T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU ARE OR NOT CAUSE YOU’RE GETTING IT NOW. NO PULLING OUT - NO STOPPING - FUCKING FILLING YOU DEEP!” Time paused - I could hear the drops of sweat from shadow man’s face drip onto the plastic over my head, could feel his body tense, shudder, and release inside me. I welcomed his gift. Time went back to normal speed when the BBC retreated from my hole. I stayed where I was, not wanting to lose the moment, but as with all things time, moments pass and it continues with or without you. I reached up and eased the plastic off my head, wiped the sweat and grime from my face, rolled over and looked for my shadow man. Once again he was silhouetted against the single light, all darkness and shadows, and then he spoke, “Good slut. You want some more breeder dick? Fucking white bitch twitch.” I WONDER WHAT ELSE HE HAD PLANNED FOR ME? (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Part 1; My Boyfriend, (we know each other as Daddy & boy), just turned 23 a few weeks ago. We've been together just over a year now. I asked my boy what he wanted for his Birthday. He loves to travel, so, I was half expecting a sun-kissed holiday for a birthday treat. His response; 'I want to have some naughty FUN with Uncle Bob & Uncle Jack (how he fondly refers to them), in their basement dungeon. Bob & Jack have been dear Friends of mine for 20 odd years. They have been together 30 odd years, both Poz and on Medz pretty much that entire time. A few years ago they made a joint decision to both come off of their medication, for an array of reasons. Unfortunately their latest lab work from a few months ago revealed both of their viral loads to be just under a million, with CD4 counts just under 100 for Jack, and in the teens for Bob. They are reconsidering treatment options, but for now, are med free! I have been part of some great parties in Bob & Jack's well equipped dungeon, which also boasts a small DJ booth. Bob & Jack have met my Boy several times during brunch meets, etc, and they very much like him, telling me multiple times how sweet and well mannered he is. Of course, he is Daddy's good boy! My boy and I had also planned a romantic meal out on his actual Birthday, so, his 'Gift' from his 2 friendly Uncles was a few days prior! We arrived at their gaff and Jack & Bob were in their usual daily attire of jeans and tee shirts. 'Take your boy down to the basement, show him around, we'll be down in a while', handing us both a Beer. The ever hospitable hosts . My dear Friends were very laid back that even with plans, they just went with it. I led my boy downstairs, Music thumping, the party DJ had started, a very cute early 20s Asian lad who I clocked had the most perfect tiny round bubble ass, much like my boy's, when I went to introduce myself. I patted the young DJ on his sweet young ass, which evoked a dirty grin from him, and went to see my boy. He was grinning from ear to ear having found one of the slings, and popped himself on it. His first time on one! 'Get down to your jockstrap and trainers, like the DJ, then hop back in'. My boy wasted no time in adhering to my instructions, and like a Duck to water had his ankles in the straps, and flung his arms back holding onto the chains. His smile said it all. I was in my usual full Leather attire, and I crouched down to lick my boy's cunt, the least I could do, prepare the ground. My boy has naturally quite a hairy cunt hole, which I prefer completely smooth. He'd let a few weeks worth of growth appear. I gave him a knowing look. With his typical puppy look he exclaimed, 'sorry Daddy'. I apped Jack saying I needed a razor to make my boy's hole properly smooth. Jack threw a razor down. I used some Beer to wet his hole down for that easier shave, but, the razor was useless, really blunt. Instead of the usual soft application, I was having to push really hard, causing my boy to wince as the blunt razor inflicted cuts deep enough to cause blood run, albeit just slight trickles. I pushed the neck of my Beer bottle inside his tight ass (we hadn't fucked for a few weeks as I have been super busy with work), and he does daily exercises to stay tight. I tilted the bottle, spilling cold Beer inside, resulting in a sudden gasp. I pulled the bottle neck out and slammed his Daddy's Bare Dick right up to my balls. I leaned in, kissing my boy, and whispering in his ear, 'you really ready boy for FUN with Uncle Bob & Uncle Jack?' ... 'Yes Daddy'. I slowly fucked him, grinding my hips with the Music. After a short while Jack & Bob came down, wearing nothing but German style army boots, both with the trusty old toothbrushes slipped in their socks, and the words 'AIDS Pig' written across their chests. I hadn't seen either of them naked for about 2 years now, and they had both definitely lost a lot of weight. Legs, arms, and ass holes especially wasted, and all round very pale! Bob also was still wearing a tourniquet from having just shot some Tina. He was also now sporting some lesions over his body, including his foreskin 'Would you like some Tina', Bob said to my boy. 'It'll make you feel invincible. A special Birthday gift, of many'. .... 'OK'. Using the same needle, Jack also injected my boy. Several seconds later he was writing around in the sling, constantly repeating ... 'Give it to me, give it to me, I need it, I need it', over and over. Jack started fingering my boy with some Crisco, rubbing on his ridge (prostate), this normally sends my boy into overdrive, but this time was something else. He started screaming ... 'Uncle Jack, please, please, please give me everything'. Within a few moments Jack was completely up to his wrist, something we hadn't even achieved. I cradled my boy's head, he looked up at me, ... 'I Love You Daddy', as he shone like a Pig in Shit! I knew all was well. The DJ came over, having sorted out a long mix to fend for itself for a while. My Leather trousers still open at the front (they have a zip either side that flaps open the front), with my hard Dick swinging about. ... 'Suck my boy's 'innocent' cunt juice from my Dick', and pushed him down to his knees. To my delight he promptly started deep-throating me, with me in control, holding his head from behind, forcing myself as far as I can, holding til the little cunt chokes, release for about 5 seconds whilst he drools on my boots, then, repeat. Each time he choked, his little round ass would arch out even further still. That little Pussy had my name on it! I looked over, and saw Jack still fisting my boy, in a little bit more, and turning sideways to sideways quickly. Bob, was having his foreskin lesions licked, only the lesions. I can only imagine he instructed my boy to do just that! ....

Another fucking hot chapter. All that cheating and stealthing and luring guys to the BB side. Would have been hot to get Grant to have a party with Sam and them. I hope we get to see Dino and Zach and them. We still haven't met Zach's boyfriend ;-)

This is on again tomorrow. I'll hopefully get some loads. Maybe give one too

Feeling horny....

Getting into position....

Part 3; I had just left my boy behind, Uncle Jack inside his cunt, raw toxic Dick! Now it was time for Daddy Dee to have his Asian cake. I entered the DJ Booth. 'I'll play a recording of a set from last year, then we can go off'. As the Asian twink went about his Music, I knelt behind him. Fuck, seriously, the most wonderful cute tight round buns. I spread his bubble cheeks. Oh yes. A tight and super smooth cunt. I could not wait a moment more. My tongue slowly glided over his hole, which by the way was really tight shut. He tasted sweet. Now that is one thing I really love. A really sweet tasting cunt. Each lick taken very slowly, savouring his sweet taste. He spun around. I stood up. 'Cmon boy'. I led him to one of the few private rooms that Jack & Bob have in their basement, or should I say 'Dungeon' really. On our way to the room I had noticed around 10 more people. A few faces from previous parties here, the others, I didn't know. I thought my boys Birthday treat was going to be a very intimate affair of just five ... No! In the private room I ordered the Asian on all 4's. 'Now arch your back, pushing your sweet ass out'. He did as he was told. Sweet Jesus. Kneeling behind him I spread his bubble cheeks, revealing the most Beautiful pink cunt. I took in the scent of his cunt, sniffing in deeply, my beard and tache brushing against him. As I exhaled I blew on his cunt, causing it to twitch. Sniff in, blow, twitch. I started to lick his cunt, causing him to moan slightly. Having licked for a while, I inserted a few fingers, which caused a yelp, found his Prostate ridge, and proceeded to gently rub. It didn't take long for him to be intensely moaning, breathing heavily, and screaming like a total maniac. I spat on my Dick, rubbed the spit around the Head, and placed it at his cunt entrance. He leaned back to one of his socks, and pulled out a condom. 'I only do safe'. Damn! I have worn condoms before, BUT, I was very eager to bare this sweet Bitch! I honestly exclaimed, 'I'm Neg'. ... 'Are you sure'? ... 'Yes' ... He span around, looking unsure. 'Hey, don't worry'. I looked into his eyes. I saw an air of slight innocence! I took him into my arms, and deeply kissed him, licked his neck, causing more moans. 'Would you like some Coke'? ... 'OK' ... I gave him a few lines, got him on all 4's, and proceeded to Rim him again. Inserting 2 fingers, I again found his Prostate ridge, and started to rub it. Having gotten him into frenzy he asked for another finger. I reached for some oil based lube and just lubed up my entire hand. He got the third finger he was asking for. After a while he asked me if I had gone from 3 to 4 fingers. 'No, I'm now upto my wrist'. The joys of Coke! I asked, 'Have you ever drank Piss'? ... 'I've only been peed on, which I liked, but not drank it'. I took my fist out, ordered him from all 4's to kneeling position, and placed a funnel in his Mouth. I told you earlier, Bob & Jack are fully equipped! 'Don't waste any'. I started urinating into the funnel. I hadn't pissed for ages, so it was a huge piss, and, apart from a few drops spilled, he drank the lot! I took the funnel out, I looked down at him, he looked up, smiling. I put my semi flaccid Dick into his Mouth. It didn't take much sucking for me to be hard, and history repeated itself as he started to deep-throat me again like earlier in the evening. Holding his head from behind, as he choked, as per, his sweet ass stuck out. Now was the time! I got him on his back, threw his legs up, and again, placed the Head of my Dick at his cunt entrance. I slapped my Dick on his cunt, and slid it up and down over, on the outside. I then slipped the Head of my Dick inside his tight cunt. He gasped. BUT, no other reaction. I leaned in, kissing him, doing so my whole bare shaft slid in. We continued kissing as I started rocking my hips. I stopped kissing him, but still rocking my hips I asked; 'Has anyone ever fucked you Bare before?' ... 'No, never' ... 'How does it feel?' ... 'It feels better, smoother', ... I got the wrapped condom, put it on his chest, and asked, 'Would you like me to wear it?', still rocking my hips. 'You definitely don't have HIV?' ... 'I tested Negative the other week' ... Without a word he threw the Condom away, and pulled my ass in. We Fucked missionary for a while, then I got him in my favourite position, Doggy, started to now pound him hard, spanking his bubble cheeks. The sound they made as they were slapped ... HOT! I got him from the ground, ... 'Now lick your cunt juice from my Dick, boy, no sucking, just licking' ... The sensation when my shaft is licked gives me electric tingles. Especially when I am very aroused. I was getting those electric tingles now, so, just left him licking. And then, I started oozing pre cum, lots of it. I scooped it up and smeared it over his sweet face! I love to cum inside a guy Doggy style, but, it seemed this guy had never been barebacked before, and I wanted to see his eyes as I shot inside him. I got him on his back again, and stuck my Dick back inside with one strong merciless thrust, just like Uncle Jack did earlier with my boy, who he was now Fucking (or so I thought). I pulled almost all the way out slowly, and BAM, slammed in with a Power thrust ... Repeating! I started to build up a steady rhythm, gradually the rhythm naturally getting Faster. 'Shall I cum on your chest, boy?' ... 'I don't know. What do you like?' ... 'I'm going to be the first Man to cum inside your cunt' ... With those words uttered the mood completely shifted, his face became stern, 'Cum inside me, cum inside my Cunt Daddy' ... Only my boyfriend whose Birthday party this was had called me Daddy during the past year. I started to now fuck really fast, spitting repeatedly in this sweet boys face. 'I'm cumming' ... 'Yes, give me your Cum Daddy'. I started to unload a 2 week load, looking deep into this boys eyes that were melting with total submission, with satisfying feeble moans. Pulling him to his knees, he sucked his cunt juice from Daddy's Dick! Again I told him to get on all 4's. Pulling his bubble cheeks apart showed his cunt was tight shut. The only evidence of our Fuck was his sweet cunt was wet. 'We've been in here for just over an hour. I wonder if your Boyfriend is still getting Fucked by Jack'. Yes, I thought, my boy. I slapped his sweet ass, said I'd see him later, and walked out. Outside the private room was Jack himself. 'Hey Dee, how was the Asian boy?' ... 'Great, have you seen my boy?' ... 'Josh, he is still in the sling I left him in'. I looked over, couldn't see my boy, nor the sling, just a HUGE crowd of Men crowded around the sling. I went over, and the only way to get to the sling was where the person lying in it would rest their head. I went in to peer to see whose head was lying there. My boy, STILL there. He had been fitted with a Spider Gag (Leather strap that buckles up behind the head, with a metal piece keeping the mouth prised open). There was sperm drooling from his locked mouth. Then I noticed *tally* marks on his forehead. OK, well, I knew what that meant from previous parties that Bob & Jack hosted over the years. Tally marks on the forehead meant number of loads in the Mouth. Tally marks on either deltoid meant number of loads on the torso, and, obviously number of tally marks on the bottoms ass cheeks meant number of loads inside the ass. There were 11 loads drooling out of my boys mouth. He looked up at me, unable to speak. I looked up to see guys either side of the sling, just jerking over him. This prompted me to inspect both deltoids ... torso tally = 28, he was drenched! Then I looked up, and saw that the current guy Fucking him was Pete, or was it Jay, I don't know, it was one of the skinhead chaps, still wearing a Gasmask. Whichever one it was was fucking pretty brutally. Pete, like Bob & Jack had been Poz for many years. Jay, was negative (thus, a serodiscordant relationship). Noticing that I had looked at him, he took off his mask, and stared me right in the eyes, it was Pete. Pete is a great guy, very friendly, had loads of laughs with him over the years. Yet, this stare, I had not seen it before. His eyes bored into mine. I noted he also looked pale and gaunt. Not well. Well, well enough to be fucking my boy, so couldn't be that sick. Keeping his gaze firm, he removed his collared top. Like Bob & Jack he also had something written on his chest. Bob & Jack had 'AIDS Pig' written across their chests. This was similar. This said, 'Hep C Pig'. I looked back up. Pete still hadn't averted his transfixed gaze. His picked up his fucking pace, his face suddenly got a evil glazed look over it and facially he began contorting. Then he stopped moving. His face went completely dead looking. Then he started giving rhythmic powerful thrusts deep inside my boy, pausing for about 5 seconds once deep in, then pulling out very slightly, slamming back in again. This went on for a good few minutes. He had just been cumming inside my boy. Then the most weird thing happened. The Pete I knew was suddenly back ... 'Alright Dee mate', and smiled. He pulled out of my boy, took a pen that was clipped to my boy's Jockstrap, marked his ass cheeks with a tally, put the pen back, and walked off. I took the Spider Gag off of my boy. 'Hey my sweet boy, are you ok' ... 'Daddy, I need some water' ... This began the next chapter of the evening!

Sorry for the delay with the next chapter. Let me know what you guys think! Part 8 I didn't know how long I slept for, when I woke up I felt like I was lying in a cloud. My body was heavy, I was now naked and had been washed. My stomach let out a growl, I hadn’t eaten since Saturday. I didn't even know what day it was, or the time. There were no windows in the room. I glanced around. The sling was gone and the sex closet closed over. I sat up and immediately regretted it, my ass burned out in pain. I still had the butt plug in. I got up and went for a piss in the en-suite. I tried the bedroom door but it was locked. I was trapped. I tried to remove the butt plug from my ass, but it was too deep and I couldn’t get a grip on it to try pull it out. I climbed back into the bed and began to sob. What had happened to me? The door opened. I wiped my face, not wanting Tom to see my like this. I just wanted to go home. “I’ve brought you something to eat, you slept right through the day.” Tom placed a tray of soup and some slices of bread on the bed next to me. “What’s the time, is it Sunday? I asked trying to sound calm and not panicked. Tom laughed, “It’s just after 7 in the evening and today is Sunday kiddo” ‘When can I go home?” I looked at Tom cautiously. “John, you are home. I know this is an adjustment but it’s not going to change. You’re mine, don’t you remember saying you belong to Daddy?” I sat in silence, a thousand things ran through my mind, “What about my work?” why was that the first thing I asked? “You’ve called off work for 2 weeks boy. It’s all been arranged, I want to make sure I’ve claimed you and you’re truly mine.” “You contacted my work? How do you know where I work? Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this weekend” Tom’s blue eyes narrowed and he sighed. “Never mind any of that, you’ve got to eat something. You need your strength.” I felt frustrated, who did this guy think he was? I kept my face passive, not showing the anger building up in me. “Need my strength for what?” I spat out the words. “For when my seed takes over you. I’m highly viral, and my strain is resistant to meds. You’ll carry my DNA for life, just as a Daddy’s boy should.” I made to stand up but Tom calmly put his hand on my chest. “Don’t make me take control, you’ve been doing well Boy.” I looked at him in disbelief. “Take control? What the fuck!” I lost my cool “Are you serious? You’ve already raped me, had me gang raped, tore up my ass and filled me with infected cum. You’re keeping me against my will, have contacted my work after clearly stalking me for some time and yet you don't want to “take control”” I rolled my eyes and immediately started to panic, the adrenaline was wearing off. Tom narrowed his eyes and spoke softly “Eat your food boy, I’ll allow you that one outburst due to you adjusting to your role. Do it again and being raped will feel like a day at the beach in comparison to what I could do with you.” He got up slowly and left the room, locking the door on his way out. What had I got myself into? Out of desperation I ate the food he had brought me, I wolfed it down and felt better having ate something. I put the empty tray next to the door. I lay in the bed for hours trying to think of a way of escape, yet each time I thought about it I realised I was trapped. He had contacted my work and been watching me for 3 months. Tom clearly wasn’t someone to mess with. Eventually I came to the conclusion that if I played along I’d be less likely to be hurt and could maybe reach out for help when I got out of this room. I tried not to think of the HIV. He had tricked me the first time he fucked me, he deliberately broke the condom to infect me...my cock stirred at the memory. Tom came back to the room, he was wearing only a pair of white briefs, they barely contained his monster cock. He locked the door behind him. “If you’ve calmed down now, lets get that butt plug out of your ass.” I made my way to the bathroom with him. He had me squat over a bucket and slowly he eased out the butt plug. It stung like hell but Tom was gentle. It took me by surprise. Without warning cum and blood rushed from my hole. I felt instantly lighter. Tom pushed the bucket aside and led me back to the bedroom. “I want you to have one last tender moment, I will be in control of you from now on boy, my pleasure and satisfaction will be your only focus. Tonight I will give you pure satisfaction once last time, before it becomes insignificant in our lives together.” I tried not to roll my eyes and told myself to just play along with him. Tom took my cock in his hand and before I could fight the urge I was hard. He pulled me close to him. “Daddy is going to fuck the last neg load your body will ever make… every last drop of it” I was so hard I couldn’t focus, we were in bed before I realised we’d moved and Tom had his tongue buried in my ass. “Fuck, you taste bitter boy” Tom said with a smile. I moaned in pleasure. I felt the familiar cold sting at my ass. Tom had lined up his thick pierced cock at my hole. “Tell Daddy what you want boy” “Fuck me Daddy” I played along. He slide into my ass with more ease than before, but it was still tight and after the first six inches it was painful again. “That’s it, open up for daddy.” Tom made me take long deep hits of poppers. My mind was spinning, Was I enjoying being fucked? I was leaking pre-cum. “I’m not all the way in yet boy. I want you to cum as I breed you. Make you shoot that neg load from the inside.” My body was in ecstasy and agony all at once. I eventually felt his balls against my ass and knew he was in me completely. He changed the angle that he was fucking me and before long I was in a state of frenzy. Each time he slid in and out of my hole he brushed his piercing against my prostate. My stomach was quickly covered with a pool of pre-cum. He took my cock in his hands and I could feel my orgasm building. Tom stared into my eyes, my lips betrayed me; “Breed me Daddy, claim your boy. Cum in my ass, knock me up.” “You want my toxic load boy?” Tom asked not breaking his stare. “Yes Daddy…poz my boy hole” He fisted my cock and my ass started to clench, I couldn’t hold it back any longer and neither could he. We both screamed out in pleasure and as ribbons of cum shot across my body, Tom filled my ass. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. Before the last of the orgasm Tom grabbed my body and pulled it into his, he kissed me. It was both tender and romantic. “I love you boy” Tom said his piercing blue eyes locked on mine. “I love you too Daddy” My stomach flipped…was I still playing along?

First off, hope you are feeling better and second...the hottest fucking chapter yet! Can't wait for more!

Been sick the last week, so this took a bit longer than I wanted. Hope you enjoy. -- PART 8: Open for Business Putting a TV dinner into the microwave, I went around the apartment and started collecting the few things I would need for my night of debauchery. My ass pleasantly ached from the pounding Jackson had just given me, and with each step, I felt the three loads swirling around deep inside me. Walking over next to the island, I felt the butt plug in my ass moving around as bent over, the large knot pressing firmly against my hole. Butt plug: check. Reaching out, I grabbed the small silver bottle on the ground. Making sure the lid was on securely, I slid it into my pocket and stood back up, loving how the big plug slid around inside my hole, rubbing against my already abused prostate. Thanks to the earlier night’s event’s, I would likely have plenty of stretching and lubrication in my ass. Lube: check. Poppers: check. Walking back over to the other counter, I opened the small humidor and looked at the various cigars. I sat for a few moments, trying to decide on one before finally deciding on a rather large, medium brown one with the name Punch on the side. Recalling what Eric had done in the shop that day, I ran the stick under my nose and sniffed, my cock immediately swelling at the aroma. Happy with my choice, I grabbed my lighter and the cigar and put them in the opposite pocket. Cigar and lighter: check. Feeling my ass, I checked for my wallet, and as I did, the microwave let out several beeps, letting me know my food was ready. I quickly ate the hot meal, and after a quick once over, I grabbed my phone and keys and walked out of the door. Waiting for the elevator, I re-read the texts from Kyle earlier that evening. I felt my cock stir, thinking about all the random loads I was about to get up my formerly tight, nearly virginal hole, mixing in with the three already placed in my ass after the dark and twisted dirty talk with Jackson. In the back of my mind, I felt slightly scared at the risks I was taking, and the possibility of catching something, but then again, the talk of getting pozzed had definitely also made me cum hard earlier in the evening. And if confronted with the issue, I knew I could always just write a prescription of my own for PEP or PrEP. One of the few true luxuries of being a doctor. Looking at the wording and phrases Kyle used in the texts, I casually wondered if Kyle might be into guys getting knocked up, especially with his deviant talk of anonymous cock and special loads. And admittedly, the thought of getting high on poppers, lighting up a few cigarettes and smoking them also had their own special appeal while taking loads. Hopefully, I thought to myself, I can get with Kyle in the future and try that out. Suddenly, my phone dinged as the elevator doors finally opened, and a new message popped up from Kyle, directing me to several websites. Kyle: here, check these out. might help w the smoking and slut training Kyle: breeding.zone and smokinmen.com Curious, I stepped into the elevator and selected the ground floor before I tapped on the first link. Making a quick glance, I realized it was a barebacking site. A quick glance at some of the topics got my cock hard. Bug chasing being one to immediately jump off the page at me. I bookmarked the site, instantly knowing I would be checking it out again soon. Next, I went back to my messages and opened the second link and was instantly greeted with images of all different men of ages and types smoking. I felt my cock lurch as I zoomed in on several younger guys, cigarettes hanging slightly out of their mouths as they smoked. This must be what Kyle meant by dangling… and even quicker than before, I tapped the bookmark icon. Stepping off the elevator, I made a quick beeline to the front door, ignoring the front desk entirely and walking out into the crisp fall night, before walking into the bookstore next door. At first, I wanted to make a straight line to the gloryholes, but I knew I would need to make one last purchase. Walking around, I looked for a few minutes at some of the toys before seeing that I one thing I wanted to add to the mix before going down into the depths below. Grabbing the package, I walked up to the counter and made my quick purchase. Waving away the bag, I walked over to the counter for the video booths and looked at the blue haired twink. With a start, I reached for my wallet and started to pull out a $10 bill. “Um, Benny, right?” I asked, slightly nervous for some unknown reason. Without more than a glance, the kid let out a sigh. “It’s twenty-five.” “Oh… um….” I said, remembering that the previous night it was only $10, “Well, Kyle sent me and said to tell you he wanted me to have the friend discount.” “Uh… huh…” he said, still not looking up from his phone, “Everybody is ‘friends’ with Kyle, sweetie… so try again.” I was starting to get a bit annoyed at the guy’s attitude. Pulling out my phone, I searched through my messages before I landed on one of the messages Kyle had sent me. “He also said to tell you I’m…” I briefly hesitated before continuing, “Looking to be a cum dumpster tonight and that you would help me. Can you really do that or should I just go home?” Apparently, that got his attention. He stopped and looked up at me from the screen of his phone with a mildly shocked look on his face. “Shit, he really was telling the truth,” he said, letting the indifferent mask fall for a few brief moments before quickly putting it back up, “Fine. I guess I’m out $25 because of you and Kyle. Need to see your ID.” Confused, I grabbed it my wallet out and handed the card to him, guessing that they just need to make sure people entering are 18, perplexed however since Kyle had never asked for mine the day before. “God damn it, how does he always know?!” Benny muttered under his breath before handing me back the card. “Excuse me?” I asked, putting the wallet back in my pants. “I need to stop making stupid bets with him. Another fifty fucking dollars…” Benny groused, staring at the ceiling, “Never would have pegged a doctor type as a cum slut. But he sure did. He one of your patients or something?” “Uh… no…” I let out, quickly wanting to just leave at this point. “Fine, you’re in, and here’s the key to Booth 8,” he said, tossing a small bronze key to me, “Only one that is reserved here.” “Oh, cool,” I said, catching the key. “By the way,” he asked, as he buzzed me in, “Tell me the truth. You serious about what Kyle said? You truly taking loads from anyone tonight?” At first, I was going to shy away from the question before I caught myself. Shying away was the old me. New me was going to seize life by the balls and milk them dry. With a slightly cocky smile and nod, I looked Benny straight in the eyes. “Yeah,” I said, confidently, “Why, you wanting to add to the mix?” “Fucking nice, man,” he said, raising his eyebrows somewhat appreciatively, “After all the money you cost me tonight, you bet your ass I’m not leaving here without sampling your hole and leaving my mark in it.” With those final words, I walked down the stairs and into the dimly lit red hallway before, the sounds of grunting and smell of fresh sex increasing with each step. — I walked around for several minutes, looking at each door trying to find Booth 8, quickly thinking that maybe it had all been a joke by Benny and Kyle. In almost a cruel irony, none of the booths seemed to go in order. I was finally about to give up when I stumbled onto it, having at first dismissed it as a broom closet on my first pass of the hallways. Grabbing the key, I opened the door and found myself in a long, narrow booth. Tape covered the bill acceptor, and there was already gay porn playing on the screen. The door closed behind me and with a soft click, I heard the door lock as well. Something the other room had lacked. Looking around the room, it appeared to be well stocked and pretty clean. A bench appeared to be positioned between the two glory holes, both at what seemed to be the perfect height to either stand or if one wanted to, kneel on all fours on top of the bench. There was comfortable looking padding on the bench. There was even a nice sized ashtray, so apparently, this room had been set up for a long stay in mind. Reaching into my pockets, I started pulling out my different items. Cigar, lighter, poppers, and my newest purchase, a cock ring. I knew with all the smoking, fucking, and sucking I would be doing tonight, the temptation to play with myself and cum would be overwhelming. I didn’t want to lose the urge to get filled once my balls had completely drained, so, I decided the best course of action would be to keep myself from cumming until the best time. I stood in the room for a few moments, staring at the tv watching the bareback orgy scene on the tv. Quickly, I felt myself get hard and decided to fully undress. Unzipping my pants, I stepped out of them and then pulled my shirt off, folding them both and putting them in the corner. Next, my ass plug was going to need to come out. I took the bottle of poppers and opened them, taking several hits and savoring the warm, relaxing rush through my body and steady swell in my cock. Reaching behind me, I slowly pulled the plug, now firmly and comfortably lodged deep inside me, holding back the three loads Jackson had left up my ass. I tugged gently at first, feeling as the plug stubbornly stayed in place behind my ass lips. Slowly, I increased the pressure and finally pulled it out with a loud plop, suddenly leaving me feeling empty as a few drops of cum slowly make their way out and slide down my thigh, making me moan. My ass felt so very empty and gaped for a few moments at the sudden loss of the large plug. Feeling the inside of the leg, I fingered a few of the cum drops back up my ass, feeling the gaping, wrecked remains of my formerly tight hole slowly closed down on them. Now finally closed again, I pulled them back out and looked at the thick white glazing on them. Horny, I stuck them in my mouth, rubbing the loads into my tongue and savoring the taste of my ass and Jackson’s thick cum, as I had that morning with Kyle and Mateo’s loads. It was a smokier and creamier taste, and I wondered if the fact that Jackson was a cigar and pipe smoker accounted for a different taste in the cum. Looking down at the plug in my hand, I looked over it quickly, and after not seeing anything but cum, stuck it in my mouth, sucking more of the thick cum and ass juices off. It tasted amazing. Satisfied it was clean, I then turned my attention to the cock ring. It was a small rubber o-ring type device. Guessing it was much like the small tourniquets I used in trauma surgery for the ER, I stretched it out and surrounded my cock and balls, much like I would for a finger laceration. I released it and with a soft hiss out of my mouth, looked down at my now encircled cock and balls. I loved how the ring somehow made my dick and balls stick out further, making each vein more prominent and giving more feeling; sensitive but somehow also not. Giving myself several quick tugs, I was happy to find the ring did its job without cutting off circulation, but still giving a nice firm squeeze, and would likely do its job well. All that left was the cigar. Instead of rushing like I had before, I knew I wanted to take things slower. Grabbing it and my lighter, I took the cigar and again ran it under my nose, enjoying the scent once more before placing it in my jaw. I then greedily sucked on the end, wetting it. Flicking the light on, I slowly lit the end, puffing gently, getting a nice cherry on the end of the brown stogie, and after an especially nice deep inhale, I shut off the flame and let the smoke jet out of my nose. I was a little surprised at this point, as, after this light up, I didn’t cough at all, and instead just felt the mild burn in my chest as I ‘fed them.’ Encouraged by my sudden growth as a smoker, I looked at myself in the dim reflection of the now momentarily dark monitor and was almost dumbfounded by what I saw. With the cigar in my mouth, it's smoke drifting out of the side of my jaw, and my cock lewdly sticking out, veins bulging from the cock ring, I looked, well, fucking hot. Looking down at my phone, I got a slightly wicked idea, and after a few quick taps, I took a quick selfie and sent it to Kyle with the caption ‘see what you’re missing?’ With that sent, I sat down, and started watching the new scene on the monitor, which showed a young guy in the middle of a bareback orgy on all fours, a line of several rough looking guys all covered in different tattoos, talking to each other and kissing as they stroked their cocks, waiting for their turn. Puffing on the cigar, I slowly started stroking myself, waiting for someone to stick their cock through one of the holes. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long as a cock was shoved into the hole on my left. There in front of me was a large, cut black dick. Easily, it was at least 10 inches long, and thick as 3 of my fingers as well. My ass ached to be filled with it. Getting up, I grabbed it and started stroking it, slowly bringing my ass over to it. I thought at first about sucking on it but then decided to instead back up my ass and slowly lower myself down. Halfway down, my ass started to hurt a little, and so I took my cigar out of my mouth, grabbed the poppers and huffed deeply several times in each nostril, before sticking my cigar back in my mouth and with a deep inhale, forcing my ass down the rest of the way. The guy in the other booth immediately let out a string of curses in appreciation as I let out a smokey moan, feeling the big black cock throb inside me. We sat there for a few moments as I slowly smoked until the guy started to slowly move in and out of my ass, my stretched hole gripping the large member raping it. I sat in silence as I listened to the onslaught of words coming from the guy next door. “Fuck yeah, gonna rape your white boy pussy tonight. A nice wet hole like yours is great at making my dick feel good boy. H-oooooh fuck,” he said, pausing for a moment before moving again, “in you with no rubber too, so gonna be able to breed you nice and deep, mix my potent baby batter with these others. You want that slut?” I let out a loud moan as he continued. “Damn, didn’t think I would get grade A prime ass tonight. Gotta thank that bitch Benny for hookin’ me up. He’s got lots of fuckers lined up for your ass tonight.” Almost like clockwork, a cock was shoved in front of me after he said that, and with a quick inhale of my cigar, I took my smoke out of my mouth and dove face first onto the nicely shaped light brown cock in front of me. I began to suck as if my life depended on it, as the cock in my mouth slowly dripped precum on my tongue. I sucked harder, enjoying the taste as the black monster in my ass continued to rape me. “Gonna cum soon up your tight white cunt. Fill you with my special little swimmers, and breed you. With all the loads you’re gonna take tonight in your guts, you won’t know who got you pregnant, bitch. Hope it’s mine though fucker.” Pulling off the rapidly leaking cock in my mouth, I took a few quick, deep inhales on my cigar and started to rhythmically squeezed down on the cock in my ass, completely oblivious to the words being said to me as my cum lust began to take over. Full of smoke, I went back to sucking and was quickly rewarded with a thick creamy load in my mouth. The cock in front of me was pulled out and just left the big black cock in my ass, whose pace was picking up. I slowly savored the creamy semen in my mouth before swallowing it down. “Balls are about to explode motherfucker, deep in your cunt with the other loads in here. Take this nasty fuck deep faggot.” With a final set of slams, I felt the black cock start throbbing in my ass, filling me deep with a warm volley of jizz. I began to puff on my cigar again, enjoying the feeling of my ass and lungs getting fed. The black guy quickly pulled out, and within a few moments, I could hear a door slam. I sat there for a minute or two, my ass at the hole, wondering if anything else would happen when I felt another cock get shoved deep in my ass and start fucking it hard. I sat back, enjoying the pounding in my hole as I slowly smoked my cigar, keeping the smoke in for longer and longer before finally, another cock appeared in front of my face. It was a shorter, uncut white dick, with massive bull balls. I immediately took it in my mouth and sucked, getting reamed by both ends in silence, except for the occasional grunt or groan. Quickly enough, the cock spewed a load in my mouth and I swallowed it down, and with a quick pull out, the hole was empty again. I went back to smoking my cigar and shortly after heard the top grunt and drop a load up my ass. Almost instantly, another cock was shoved up my ass, with an appreciative ‘nice’ said out loud, and my ass being slammed yet again. Another cock in front of my face appeared, long and thin, with a few piercings down the shaft. Much like before, both came without much much fuss, and in between, I continued to smoke my cigar, which was starting to get smaller and smaller. I occasionally would take a few hits on my poppers, enjoying the feeling of the warmth in my body as they did their work. This continued for the next hour and a half, and much to my dismay, my cigar was nearly spent. Looking down, I looked at my phone. Only 11:40. I didn’t really want to end before midnight, but I knew without the cigar, it wouldn’t be near as much fun for me for. And I also wanted to eventually cum as well. At my count, I had to have at least 9 loads in my ass, and another 7 loads in my stomach. Some guys had been verbal, others had thanked me for the use of my ass or mouth. My balls felt heavy and full of cum, and my ass was still hungry for more. I stood up, as there was a lull in the visitors to my holes, and debated getting the plug up my ass and getting dressed to leave when I heard a soft knock at the door. “Hey, it’s me…” the voice called out, at first not registering with me. I first, I was tempted to get dressed before answering the door, but then thought better of it. Most of these men had already or were likely willing to cum in my ass and mouth. Who cares if they saw me naked. I walked to the door and opening it a crack asked softly out loud. “Who?” A hand forced the door open and pushed me back, before quickly shutting it again. “Kyle, dumb shit,” the sexy skinhead before me replied. “H-Hey!” I said, with a smile on my face, as he immediately started stripping, “What’s up?” “My cock fucker,” he said with an evil grin, grabbing his cock and flicking it, the PA in it glaring evilly in the dim light, “I got your message and couldn’t wait to try out the kinky fucking shit we talked about.” Quickly, he pulled his shirt off and reached into the knapsack I had failed to notice him carrying inside the small room. Suddenly, he pulled out a large red and white box. “Had to see you taking all those fucking loads while we smoke these bad boys,” he said, tearing open the box and surprising me as he pulled out a box of Marlboro Reds and tossed them to me before pulling out one for himself. Watching him open the pack, I grabbed my next to completely spent cigar and inhaled a few drags as I followed his lead, before finally getting out one of the long white sticks. Grabbing the cigar butt from my mouth, he held the end to the Red, puffing it to life with a deep inhale and a load, guttural moan. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned, smoke pouring out before motioning to me to grab the butt and do the same, “needed that. You next. Rape those fucking lungs.” I followed his lead and quickly got the Red lit. With a deep inhale, I enjoyed the sensation. Less and different smoke, to be sure, but it was enjoyable none the less. And with the number of cigarette packs Kyle had brought, we would be having fun all night. “So, how many loads you had dumped in you so far tonight?” he asked, stroking his cock as he grabbed my ass cheek and dipped a finger in, grinning when my ass started dripping. “Nine, I think?” I said, as he grabbed his dick and stroking it, inhaling the red before nose jetting it, “I also ate another seven.” “Fuckin’ sexy cum whore!” he said, grinning and shoving two more fingers inside, “Want even more? Word is your ass is taking all sorts of tainted cock tonight.” Suddenly, several things hit me at once. First, the words of the owner of the big black cock hit me. Special swimmers, nasty fuck, getting pregnant… I had to have been fucked by a poz guy who was looking to gift. At first, I didn’t know how to feel. Shame, fear, lust, excitement… However, having not cum, my ass and cock and balls did all my thinking for me. Next, Kyle’s words. He definitely wanted to see me taking poz cock tonight. Much like Jackson, he must get off on the idea of bug chasing, or at least others chasing. “Fuck yeah,” I said, smiling wickedly as I looked down at my cock and watched as some of the anonymous loads dripped out of me while Kyle's fingers fucked my wet ass, some of the loads running down my balls and cock. I took a deep haul on the Red in my mouth and then let it dangle from my lips before continuing. “Get me all the toxic loads you can.” “Good,” he said, pulling them out and bending me back over before shoving my ass against the hole, “Gonna keep you smoking and huffing poppers as long as you keep that hole open for business. A lot of horny guys paid good money to be here tonight, and are wanting to fill you and breed you with their DNA.” I relaxed my hole open as I felt another anonymous cock press against my ass. Looking up, I watched as Kyle quickly smoked his red and stroked his metal filled cock, texting away on his phone. Grinning in reply, I started hauling on my red as the cock in my hole slammed away at my abused jizz-filled ass.

Grant Sam might have had Sam as his fuckbuddy at college, but I had a fuckbuddy too. Except in my case we even tried dating for a while. It did not work out for us for a number of reasons. Aiden was almost exclusively a bottom and I wanted a dick up my ass. Secondly he was very jealous and insistent on having a monogamous relationship but I wanted more variety than that. After college we moved to different cities but still remained in contact. Aiden eventually found a very attractive guy Grant, and they became boyfriends. From what Aiden told me it seems that Grant was almost as much of a bottom as he was. So what did they do sexually then? Mostly blowjobs, but also the very occasional fuck and even though they were a monogamous couple, they always used condoms. Sounded familiar! I was quite surprised to receive an email from Aiden to say that Grant would be spending a week at a conference near to where Ben and I lived and that he would like to meet me. I had seen quite a few pictures of Grant on Facebook, and I was just as keen to meet him. An incredibly hot bottom who was obviously not getting fucked as often as he would like. Although he was with Aiden, I thought this would be a great opportunity to try and get him into bed and fuck a toxic load into him. All the more so because Aiden had phoned me more than once close to tears because he and Grant were having relationship issues, usually because Grant wanted to be fucked and if Aiden wasn't going to do it he wanted permission to go outside their relationship to get it. Aiden was having none of it but he assured me many times that he did not think that Grant ever acted out his desires. Grant had once asked Aiden why he and I broke up, and Aiden had told him point blank that it was because I wasn't into monogamy. Grant knew I was married to Ben as Aiden and I had swopped a lot of pictures and tales over the years. One thing I had never let Aiden know is that Ben and I had a totally open relationship and that we fucked around freely. After some to-and-froing of emails and text messages, we arranged to meet Grant at the hotel he was staying at and take him for a drink at a local gay bar. Both Ben and I made sure that we were dressed as sexily as possible, with jeans that made the most of our crotches. As I pulled up in front of the hotel Ben and I could not believe our eyes. Grant was way hotter in person than we imagined. Tight faded blue jeans packing a massive bulge, tight white t-shirt framing a muscular torso, golden hair and blue eyes, with a gorgeous smile. One look and Ben and I both wanted to fuck him so bad. We got out of the car to greet him and I could not help noticing that he kept glancing at our crotches. Ben hopped into the back seat and Grant sat beside me. I started describing the various local bars but Grant looked at me with a smile. "I've had a long day. You said you guys live close by and I'd like to see your place and get to know you better in a quiet environment. If you have something alcoholic to drink why don't we just go to your place." He looked at me earnestly and I swear that the massive bulge in his jeans had swollen a little. We walked from the car to the front door making small talk and I noticed that Grant seemed a little distracted. Nervous perhaps? Was he planned to cheat on Aiden or was he thinking that we were going to seduce him? I don’t know about the first, but Ben and I were definitely planning on the latter! I opened the door and let them in ahead of me, waving them towards the couch. “Why don’t you guys get comfortable on the couch while I get us each a beer? We have all sorts? Any preference?” “An IPA if you have one” was his response, which was fine as Ben and I like them and we had a few in the fridge. I had carefully left a few bareback porn DVDs lying around on the coffee table where no-one could miss them: “Bareback Blond Boyfriends”, “Raw Cheating Lovers” and a few others including my favorite “Raw Load Takers.” As Ben led Grant to the couch I saw his eyes widen. “Wow. Bareback porn. Aiden won’t let me buy any, as he says you shouldn’t reward them for promoting unsafe sex.” I thought to myself; Yup, that sounds like Aiden. “Well, if you like we can watch one.” I sensed a hesitancy in Grant. Forbidden fruit was calling. “But only if you want to. We won’t try anything. We're married.” (Yeah Right). I could see a hunger in Grant’s eyes as he looked straight at me. “No, of course not.” He paused, “You choose a good one, one that you like.” I brought the beers and slipped “Raw Cheating Lovers” into the DVD player. An appropriate choice for what I was planning. We made small talk and sipped our beers for a few minutes as the movie developed. At about the point when the first trick shot his load into the first cheating lover Grant brought the conversation around to sex. “Fuck, I don’t know when last I watched bareback porn on a screen bigger than my cellphone. It’s hot!” I laughed, “Yeah, like cocks, the bigger the better.” The action on the screen was obviously starting to stimulate him, as the bulge in his pants now stretched out in a fat straight line almost as far as his jean pocket. He was obviously packing some serious meat. I also caught him stealing glances at Ben and my crotches all the way through the conversation, and our cocks were already hard in response to his interest. He asked the question that was brewing all evening: “You guys are obviously really into bareback porn. Maybe even as much as I am. Do you bareback each other? Aiden and I still use condoms even though we have never slept with anyone outside of our relationship. At least, I know I haven’t.” Ben answered for me. “Yes, we got tested after we got married. Only with each other. We don’t fuck around.” (Liar). As the screen showed the bottom’s wrecked ass leaking cum from an internal cum shot Grant asked us. “So which of you guys is a top? Aiden and I are both bottoms, which sucks.” Ben and I were obviously thinking along the same lines as we both answered. “Both of us.” "So who bottoms?" "Both of Us. We're versatile." He looked at the now very obvious growing bulge in my thin khaki pants. "So you guys bareback. Does it really feel so much better than with condoms?" This line of discussion was really turning me on and I started leaking pre-cum and creating a slick patch around my cock head. "Fuck Yeah", I responded. "The only thing that feels better than pumping your load into a juicy ass is having someone fill your gut with his sperm." By now my cock was drooling so much that the patch was about the size of a quarter and very obvious. I could see the lust in his eyes. It was time to step things up a notch. I looked hard at him and said. "By the looks of things the movie and the conversation have got you quite stimulated." For a fraction of a second I could see the doubt and confusion in his eyes as he realized what it was that he wanted so badly. I continued before he could change his mind and chicken out. "Based on what you're packing in your jeans you should try to top more. There's lots of guys that would love to have that up their ass.” He didn’t respond to that but asked. "I want to see you guys fuck bareback. I've never seen it live and up close before. Then you can fuck me with a condom. I've never cheated on Aiden before, but we'll be safe and he'll never know. Ben needed no encouragement and started stripping down to his black and red jock briefs. I always told him that the cutout at the back really framed his ass well, and he had obviously chosen to wear them today for maximum impact. I undressed a little more slowly, putting on a show for Grant. Grant made no moves to undress but was rubbing his cock through his pants. I went straight for Ben’s ass and started eating it out and getting it nice and wet ready for fucking. Now I really needed someone to suck my dick and get it slicked up with spit as I wasn’t going to use lube but Grant wasn’t taking the bait. He had now unzipped his pants and was working his dick with his hand. I could see with satisfaction that it was now drooling copious amounts of pre-cum. Such a waste that he was a condom bottom. With a juicy dick like that he should be a bareback top. I spat on my hand and slicked up my cock and then spat again into Ben’s hole and slid all the way in. It was slick and juicy with somebodies cum, not mine. My slut husband had obviously taken a load from someone not too long before. Just the way I like it. Fucking a sloppy hole. I started fucking him with deep hard strokes, slamming my crotch into his ass with every thrust. By now Grant was naked on the couch with his ass over the edge jerking his meat while he watched me fuck Ben. I made sure that the fucking was as juicy and wet sounding as possible and I could imagine what was going through Grant's mind. As I started getting close I whispered "now" in Ben's ear and he turned around and started kissing Grant on the mouth while I pulled out of his ass. I made sure that Grant saw me grab a condom from the side table, tear open the packet and roll it over my dick. Then I went down between his legs where he could not see me and slathered his hole with lube. I pulled back on the condom and it broke as planned. I pulled back the shredded latex onto the base of my cock and slowly started introducing it into his hungry anus. It slid in surprisingly easy for someone who reportedly did not get fucked often enough. “Oh fuck, that feels so good. Damn!” he uttered as I bottomed in his bowels. “You like my dick filling your hole huh?” I slowly started fucking him with longs strokes so that he could get the maximum pleasure from my bare dick sliding up and down his hot anal cavity. “Fuck yeah, it feels different than when Aiden fucks me. Better. Thicker.” I grinned at him and thought, but didn’t say aloud “and bare, lubed up by some anonymous guy’s cum from Ben’s ass.” “Maybe it’s because he is really a bottom and doesn’t know how to fuck?” I just chuckled and picked up the pace. His dick was starting to leak profusely and he moved his hand to start jerking off. I held it away. “No, not yet. Later.” I was fucking him hard and fast while Ben was deep kissing him and it did not take more than thirty seconds or so before I started dumping seven or eight massive squirts of scalding hot poz cum deep into his colon. "Oh fuck. FUCK. Yeah FUCK!" was all Grant could say as he felt the cum shooting against the walls of his bowels for the first time. As he came down from his orgasm I saw him looking at me with a strange expression as if he suddenly realized something. I slowly pulled out of his ass so that he could see the shredded condom. I saw the wide eyed shock in his eyes as he observed the damage and understood that he had taken a load for the first time. The shock quickly turned to lust. “I guess that’s why it felt so good, it was bareback.” “Yeah,” I responded. “Feels good doesn’t it? Maybe you’d be a top more often if you were not dealing with tight numbing latex on your cock.” His rock hard dick was still drooling pre-cum into the puddle that was forming on his belly. He was obviously not turned off by the idea. “I’m the only one of us who hasn’t been fucked yet, so why don’t you try and fuck me. Bareback. And see what it feels like. Put that big dick of yours to good use and you may find that you like topping when you can fuck bare. You can even cum in me.” Ben grinned with agreement. “And then Ben can fuck you.” Greg was still on his back on the couch and before he could say anything I went over and lowered myself onto Greg’s dick, after slicking it up with some of the pre-cum from his belly. I started riding him like a champion and I could see he was experiencing sensations he had never felt before. It was almost too much for him and it was not long before he shot his first unprotected load deep in my gut. Ben was watching all this with his dick in his hand, planning the next move. As I slowly lifted myself off Greg clenching my ass to prevent any cum leaking out Ben spoke. “Let’s take a break for a few minutes and then I’ll can fuck you and you can fuck me.” “Bareback?” he asked. I thought that was a dumb question considering the sex we had just had. “Yeah, of course” was my response. Greg spent every evening with us for the rest of the week, and by the time he went back to Aiden, Ben and I had each given him five or six toxic loads. He parting words to us were. “I’m not going to say anything to Aiden, but I’m going to start fucking around behind his back, and topping, and giving loads. All bareback of course.” I just smiled. Yeah. Within a few weeks those loads are going to be highly toxic.

Part 2; I pulled the sweet Asian DJ to his feet, and ordered him to go and set up a set to last at least 90 minutes, and I would be along in a bit. That sweet pair of smooth tight Ass cheeks I just had to take, whilst freshly baked. Slipping my hands under my beautiful boys head, I cradled him again, watching as he held his tongue out, with Bob smearing his pre cum over, from side to side of his tongue. My boy, still writhing, making animal like noises. Bob looked over to the bottom of the staircase, and who was there? Only Pete & Jay, a skinhead couple, friends of Bob & Jack. I still recognised them from their bleached jeans, braces, and Boots, so even the gas masks they were wearing tonight couldn't hide their identity, from me. Well, Bob & Jack kept that quiet, the sneaky buggers. Pete & Jay swiftly moved across the basement, around the corner, clutching a few Beers each. Of course I knew what they looked like, but my boy didn't. Bob went to join our skinhead Friends. Leaning in, kissing his forehead softly, I said, 'How are you son?', .... 'Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, I need, I need everything, Oh Fuck, I need everything, Daddy, I need it', going onto make intense moaning noises, his face contorting. I could see my boy was ok, but clearly shitfaced and gagging. 'Dee, come and look at your boy's Beautiful brand new cunt', Jack grinning at his 'handy' work. I have seen cunts in much worse shape than this before, but most certainly there was no escaping, my boy's new cunt was swollen, slightly gaping, and red raw in places. Jack reached for his toothbrush tucked in his sock, which had taped to it, and the prongs facing the other way of the brush, a dinner fork. Jack slowly eased his innovative object past my boy's slightly gaping lips, with very slight rocking motions of his wrist flicking the object from side to side. I watched over the next few minutes as Jack slowly got his object all the way in with the enough sticking out to grab hold of. He slowly twisted it around. My boy was arching his back down, pressing down on the object. Of course, he was much looser than normal by now, making this mission, possible! Jack used the same flick movement on the way out. Once out I saw there was blood on it, not enough to cause concern, but enough to know he was getting a proper work out. 'Watch this Dee'. Jack slid his Dick, slowly, into my boys battered cunt. Slowly sliding in and out, looking up at me with a evil satisfied smirk on his face, he was finally getting what he had wanted since he met my boy. I knew Jack wanted him, the way he always eyed my boy up and down from the word go. And here he was, fucking my beautiful boy, toxic Dick gliding against inflamed cunt. 'Fuck me Uncle Jack, please Uncle Jack, please, please, give me everything you have, I really need it'. My boys mind was being at least consistent, in each situation so far begging for everything, and needing 'it'. Jack took his Dick out, smiled at me, and said, 'Look at that Dee'. I was looking. His toxic Dick, smeared with cunt blood. Jack instructed my boy to lick his own cunt blood up. I watched as not only did he lick, but he lapped up with such an intense eagerness, he was lost. Jack positioned himself again by my boys battered cunt, and with one strong thrust he impaled deep inside, my boy letting out a yelp of pain and pleasure. Jack kept repeating this over and over, slowly sliding all the way out to the tip, then SLAM, impale. Again, I held my boys head, 'Are you ok, son'. He started whimpering with pleasure, looking up at me with puppy eyes, feebly saying, 'I need Uncle Jacks cum inside me Daddy, oh Daddy, oh Daddy, oh please, please'. I kissed my boy gently on his lips, 'I love you son', and with that I stepped back. I took a few more steps back, looking at my beautiful boy, his sweet tight little athletic lightly bronzed body, bubble ass cheeks, with my friend Jack, pale anaemic white, wasting body, with the control! I turned away, with the next chapter of my boys Birthday night beckoning ...

DO try this at home....

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

Converted in March 2017 during a trip to the US. I'm guessing it happened that one night I took 11 poz loads (pic of me squirting out what was left of the loads the next morning below) ....but then who knows, it could have happened any night that trip. Sure was a fun trip Came down with the fuck flu early April and knew I had to be poz. Test in April confirmed my suspicions. Detectable and not on meds.

An interesting and honest post, Rawdawg13. A lot of what you say chimes with me... I've always been been a bit shy and self-conscious. It means I'm reluctant to take my shirt off in a club. If I'm in a play space I am more often in the periphery than the centre. When I saw friends and playmates getting far more action I took a long hard look at why and all I could conclude was a matter of attitude. Let me give an example: If I saw someone I liked in a cruising place - I might admire from across the room - edge closer - see if there's any body language or if he's noticed me - pick up courage what to do or say - and by the time I've made an approach I usually get a rebuttal or he's moved on and interested in someone else. I watched how my friend Marcus worked similar situations: he was really direct. No messing - straight in there, often on his knees! So I decided to try that approach and yes sometimes you get refused but the success rate was so much higher. In my case it just needed a bit of courage and getting over the possibility of rejection. I also looked at how more prolifically successful guys worked the clubs and saunas and in terms of group action they were not afraid to push their way into the centre of an active group and get stuck in. Guys like me watched from the outside and hoped that another guy on the outside might be interested. So I changed my behaviour again and became more assertive in groups to stay in the 'eye of the storm' and be actively involved. These things didn't come naturally to me - they still take effort - and are a little easier after a beer. The final hurdle was the taking your shirt off thing. I remember going to Cumunion when it was in The Flying Dutchman in London, and was wearing a jock and t-shirt. The guy running the event was chatting to me at the bar and tried very hard to convince me to un-shirt. I did and it made me very self conscious that first time - so much that it showed in my attitude and affected my success. A week later I was at SOP in Central Station and the barman there I knew said much the same thing - you should take your shirt off and show off your hairy chest - so I did. This time I felt less self conscious and got more attention. The next time it didn't bother me at all and it helped a lot. The other thing I've noticed is to make your stamp on a place early. If I play early-on in a place where other guys can observe then others who are interested seem to come forwards more readily during the rest of the evening. I've noticed other guys do this - play with someone they know and make an impression early on... So for me it's a journey - I'm constantly looking at how guys who are seemingly less good looking but more prolific in the scene behave and adapting my behaviour - even if it takes me out of my comfort zone. Good luck Andy

Part 5: Action and CUT! - Sunday was checkout day according to shadow man. My week being a hotel hoe was done. He had said, “When you nothing but an infected bag of AIDs and a fucked out whore, I sell you off like a puppy mill and then the next fag pussy comes along, rinse and repeat.” I was then surprised when another man came into the room and after making me bend over, scratching my hole bloody, then asking my name, when I asked his he had said, “MY NAME IS THE STEALTH BOMBER.” Before I could process what that meant, the anonymous man grabbed my hips and started power fucking me with the intent to breed as he said, “FUCKING BITCH BOTTOM. I’M TOLD THAT’S ALL YOU’VE BEEN ALL WEEK - A STUPID CUNT LETTING ANY MAN WHO WANTS TO, TO CUM IN YOU. WELL AS FAR AS I AM CONCERNED, YOU ARE STILL NEG BECAUSE THOSE MEN HAVE NOTHING ON ME AND MY HIGHLY VENOMOUS CUM. DUMB CUNT YOU’RE MINE NOW. I GOT THE LAST DROPS OF YOUR NEG BLOOD FOR MY TREASURE CHEST. I BET YOU DIDN’T REALIZE A THICK 9-INCH DICK COULD DO SO MUCH DAMAGE TO YOUR ASS? I’VE HAD LOTS OF PRACTICE AND FRANKLY AM QUITE THE EXPERT AT KNOWING JUST HOW TO ANGLE MY DICK INTO YOUR ASS LINING TO MAKE IT TEAR, BLEED, AND GET INFECTED. USUALLY FOR STUPID CUNTS LIKE YOU I ENJOY THE HUNT, THE SET UP, AND MAKING YOU FEEL SAFE, SECURE, AND THAT THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR AND NO RISK. I RELISH THE FEELING OF THAT ASS RING SUDDENLY CLENCHING IN EXTREME FEAR ONCE YOU REALIZE WHAT IS TRULY HAPPENING - THAT I AM GOING TO BREED AND INFECT THAT CUNT. MY MAN ACID WILL BURN YOU - MARK YOU - DISFIGURE YOUR INSIDES. BEG ME TO PULL OUT! BEG ME NOT TO SHOOT MY CUM IN THAT CUNT! BEG ME TO STOP!” All my pleas and begging were ignored and as the stranger filled me with his promised AIDs nutt, the weight of the past week all crashed down on me. I was basically sober for the first time in several days and being bred raw, anonymously, and by a top who bragged about how he was going to infect me made me sort of lose it. “THAT’S RIGHT YOU FUCKING BUG CHASING FAGGOT. MY LOAD IS LIKE OATMEAL AND WILL STICK TO YOUR INSIDES, THEN IT BECOMES A TOTAL INVADER AS MY VIRUS BURROWS LIKE A DRILL INTO YOUR GUT LINING. ONE BY ONE YOUR IMMUNE SYSTEM CELLS WILL BE DESTROYED UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT BUT THE DRY, WHISP HUSK OF A SHELL OF WHAT USED TO BE A MAN - WHAT USED TO BE A WORTHLESS CUNT.” The more I shook, pleaded, whimpered, and regretted my decisions, the more he fucked me. The Stealth Bomber then paused, yanked his dick back, laughed like the Joker in a Batman movie and proclaimed, “YES! THAT CUNT IS GOOD AND BLOODY AND SUCKING ALL OF MY VIRUS RIGHT UP. FLIP OVER AND PULL THEM ANKLES BACK - WAIT TUCK THAT DICK AND KEEP YOUR THIGHS TOGETHER.ALL I WANT TO SEE IS THE PUFFY PINK CUNT I’M INFECTING SO MY PANTS ZIPPER CAN SCRAPE THE REST OF THE TOP LAYERS OF SKIN RIGHT OFF!. GOOD. GOOD. I’M SCRAPING YOUR ASS ALL UP, READY TO INFECT YOU AGAIN. FEEL MY OATMEAL CUM FILL YOU UP? STICKING TO YOUR GUT WALLS? GLAD I SAVED MY LOAD UP ALL WEEK JUST TO POZ THAT ASS!” The Stealth Bomber finished his business. My ass burned both from his nails and his load. He opened the door, said something to my guard, then came back in. I was not sure what to do so I sat up on the edge of the bed and waited. Shadow man came in, “See? I can tell from your face man you enjoyed that ass. Told you I had found a good one and broke him just like you said you needed.” The Stealth Bomber replied, “Well my flight for Germany leaves tomorrow morning. I’ve got some fresh refugees being offered by one of my contacts there, so let me think on it a bit. True, that cunt is good and I already have a buyer. A businessman in Johannesburg, South Africa. Rich as fuck and has what we shall call ‘exotic’ sexual tastes. He also has a dick that would make you look small my friend and while there are of course white cunts to be had there, he likes the all-American brand. Also of course, he needs someone that cannot be traced and someone he can use as he wishes - willing or not - with no worry for possible legal repercussions. A true lost boy. You can confirm that he has been erased?” Shadow man grunted in disgust, “Fuck man. You know me. I handle my business. Yeah, whole set up. Police reports filed, warrants issued, sightings called in from Jersey to Detroit. I may not traffic the volume you do and shit, but I know what the fuck I’m doing.” The Stealth Bomber just chuckled and dryly replied, “I’m sure. I can have his passport and visa delivered to you first thing in the morning. It’s a private flight out Teterboro and he will be one of several pieces of cargo on board for the first leg of the journey - that is unless you can make me a better offer?” Shadow man exhaled whatever he was smoking, walked over and leaned against me, pressed my head hard against his thighs with his right hand while he unzipped his pants with his left. The overwhelming scent of his raw dick rushed out, and I instinctively did my best blind man impression, felt my way up, reached in, fished his dick out and eagerly began sucking him as he continued this business meeting. “What do you mean about a better offer?” shadow man asked, “I do like this one. As you can see - we’ve sort of bonded and that pink pussy took everything I threw at it this week.” The Stealth Bomber’s tone was all business, “Well a deal is not always a deal. I have another offer on the table. A silent partner so to speak who wants the benefit of some ‘lost’ talent, without getting his hands dirty or directly engaging. Of course I thought of you. He has certain business interests and wants to leverage them to satisfy a section of the dark web economy and needs a fuck hole bottom who can be used for ‘anything goes’, extreme, hardcore, or taboo porn - all sold at a premium price in limited edition sets, delivered directly to the customer in multiple formats, but never on the web where it can be hacked, traced, stolen, or copied. It’s amazing that with all the paid for and free porn all over the internet there are still some huge gaps in the offerings.” Shadow man was clearly interested as his dick swelled, drooled across my tongue, and he pushed my head down a little further enjoying the sounds of my gagging. “Tell me more,” he said. The Stealth Bomber went on, “For example. Try to find a good video of raw, black dick fucking white ass through a gloryhole no-holds-barred? There’s honestly not much on the market and what exists is clearly actors, or vintage, or just not that exciting. BBC tag team sessions on an ass are all pretty boy types or guys who might have big dicks, but once they open their mouth these ‘supposed tops’ sound like women. What about the street dude who just needs a hole to bang and breed? Not out there in the marketplace. On the chemical side there are a few sites with quick shots of someone self injecting etc… but then what? Intense, realistic stealth videos is another category from both the top and bottom’s perspective. There are also few, truly big dicked tops fucking on film. Most porn films add a couple inches so some of those “stars” who say they got 11, when in reality it is more like 9. Do the ruler/yard stick test on film as fucking proof. Document the before and after of an ass cunt being used by a TRUE big dick. The next level to that is the real men with true freak of nature sized dicks fucking ass. Those dudes that can only get ass when they rape it because no one can, or will willingly take them. From there the extreme list goes on from K9, to homeless, to real rape fuck.” Shadow man’s breath was quickening as was the thrusting of his hips as he listened to all this and pictured in his mind all the filthy shit. He asked, “How extreme? Choke out? Gang rape? Bloody hole?” The Stealth Bomber must have nodded as shadow man exclaimed, “DAMN YO! I GOT ALL THAT - FUCK THIS FAG PUSSY DONE MOST OF THAT THIS JUST WEEK ON MY WATCH AND MY DIME. WEEK FUCKING #1! THAT ASS IS FUCKING THIRSTY FOR ROUGH, RAW DICK ESPECIALLY WHEN HE’S SPUN OUT. WHAT TYPE OF CASH WE TALKING?” Shadow man was holding my head in a firm grip now as the Stealth Bomber shared some numbers and other points of the potential deal. He let go of my head and stepped off, “No, no, no, that silky tongue ain’t getting this nutt. It’s going right up in that hoe bitch hole.” He then lit up a new smoke and asked, “Man what about the hood. You know I don’t let the traffic see my face. Fuck, some of the homies and shit don’t care, but I’m careful, right? That’s why we do business?” The Stealth Bomber laughed, “My client is not paying to see someone’s face and as far as I am concerned, he can be the new Man in the Iron Mask.” When the only response was a, “huh?” he continued, “Let’s just say you can leave the hood on him 24/7 if you want to and it could actually be a marketing point, another level of the extreme that these videos could be known for. However, the buyers would have to have some assurance this was the same person you understand. So maybe a very unique or specific tattoo, or even body modification. I leave that to you - the potential owner of this ‘property’ - if we come terms to figure out the final solution. You are a smart man and I know you can find a solution to that issue that will satisfy all involved. I would however note, just for general hygienic purposes, that you either find a place, time, or someone with whom the hood might be removed on a regular basis or have someone that can check and confirm it is not causing any unforeseen problems. It would be unfortunate to begin this little venture only to have the main asset not be able to generate the products needed. Finally, people can tell when you try to use a different face to the body. While some of the videos do not require head/face shots, even just in passing having to worry about that sort of editing would increase costs and cut into your profits.” “Fuck that,” shadow man said as he jammed his dick back down my throat. “I’ll figure it out and will call you back within a couple of hours.” The Stealth Bomber left, shadow man grabbed my arm and made me stand up. He spun me around and crossed my arms behind my back and gripped my wrists hard. He reared back and pierced my hole with his needy dick, “YOU HEAR THAT HOE? YOU’RE GOING TO BE STAYING RIGHT HERE TO BE MY FUCKING CASH COW. BE THE FUCKING HOE BITCH THAT I KNOW YOU ARE. HAVE TO TELL YOU THOUGH, THE FUCKER SCARES EVEN ME. HE’S ONE OF THE BIGGEST HUMAN TRAFFICKERS ON THE EAST COAST. LAWYER OR SOME SHIT I GUESS AND TOTAL FREAK! DON’T MATTER NOW. YOU’LL BE MINE. RUNNING HOES IS TOO MUCH FUCKING DRAMA, BUT THIS - THIS IS REALLY LIKE SLINGING THE DOPE EXCEPT THE DOPE IS YOUR WHITE ASS. THAT CASH PUSSY MAKING MY DICK BRICK!” Shadow man was focused on blowing his nutt up my ass and had my arms pulled behind my back in a big X and almost out of my sockets he was so excited, but I kept asking questions about where I would live, what it all meant, what sort of videos, when I could take the hood off, could I have more drugs, and more. My arms were released, I got a couple good whacks to the side of the head as shadow man snarled, “FUCK YOU TALK TOO DAMN MUCH. TIME TO SHOOT YOU UP AND MAKE YOU A SLOPPY HOE AGAIN WITH A LIL SHIT TALKING, NECK GRABBING, SLOW STROKING, AND DEEP DIGGING. OH DAMN WAIT - I GOT A BETTER WAY TO KILL SOME BRAIN CELLS. TIME TO GET ANOTHER HOMIE BACK UP HERE AND DO A LITTLE SAMPLE SHOT FOR THE MAN!” There was a pause, shadow man dialed someone on his cell, “YO STRANGLER - WHAT UP MAN? REMEMBER THAT HOE I HAD THIS PAST WEEK THAT YOU CAME THROUGH AND USED AND ABUSED? YOU LIKED THAT PINK PUSSY RIGHT? WELL PLANS CHANGED. LONG TERM RESIDENCY IS HAPPENING WITH A BUSINESS PROPS AND I GOT SOME BENJAMINS IF YOU WILL LET ME TAPE YOU DOING YOUR THING BUT 100% REAL - FAG WILL BE SOBER AS SHIT, NIGHT VISION SHIT. THIEF BREAKS IN INTO HOTEL ROOM, THEN TOTAL TIED UP AND BOUND AND RAPE SHIT LIKE YOU LIKE. YOU HAVE YOUR MASK AND GLOVES ON YOU KNOW SO YOU CAN’T BE ID’ED AND ALL THAT.” A short while later was the first time the leather hood had been off my head in days. It felt strange and unnerving somehow. I was sober, scared, and shaking. I needed some drugs. The room was dark as sin. Shadow man and his camera were set up behind a ‘blind’ of some sort in the corner. While I could see a faint, blue glow near the top and could smell the pipe smoke and hear the whispers and flicks of the lighters, I could not see who was back there. I knew better than to try to look. I had a part to play. I curled on the bed in a fetal position, hugging a pillow to my stomach, facing where the camera was with my back to the door. SNICK - the quiet shift of the hotel room door, then an almost imperceptible stream of light that came and went as the door closed. The loud CLICK of a lighter as the thief/intruder cautiously made his was into the room. He stopped. My heart beat loudly in my ears. CLICK - CLICK - HISS - CLICK - HISS - I could hear his lighter and the inhale of breath as whatever he smoked in his pipe took the fire. READY! - the dark presence was close now. My skin dimpled with goosebumps. SET! - the intruder’s breath was hot on my skin as two gloved hands closed around my neck. ACTION! (*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!) (To read the adventures of the Stealth Bomber, go to: https://breeding.zone/topic/17169-the-stealth-bomber-episode-1-welcome-to-the-poz-team/)

Part 4: CLICK - HISS - CLICK - HISS - the hot pipe smoke filled my lungs, hit after hit - then a needle burned into my veins and filled me up. “You ready to be a slut?” shadow man asked as his charged load burned in my guts, “Ready for that hole to be used by every part of NYC society and filled with so much cum you won’t need to eat for a month?” I could only moan in agreement as the drugs kicked in and my ass craved some more dick. Today was Monday and I couldn’t wait for the rest of the week! I had some idea of what was planned as shadow man - the hotel worker who I pinged when I planned my vacation to NYC so I could get his anonymous load - had taken me far beyond my safety net. Now he planned to kick me across the fucking court. The padlock that held my new, leather hood in place jangled as I shook my head, trying to fight the waves of drugs and I heard shadow man say again, “YOU READY FOR THIS BBC NUTT? YOU FUCKING WHITE BITCH TWITCH! POZZING THAT WRECKED HOLE GOOD WITH THIS ANONYMOUS DICK. YOU WILL NEVER - EVER - FUCKING SEE MY FACE BUT YOU WILL FEEL ME AGAIN AND AGAIN. YOU WON’T SEE ANY OF THEIR FACES - HUNDREDS OF MEN WILL FUCKING USE THAT ASS AND NOT A SINGLE FUCKING ONE WILL BE SEEN BY THOSE FAG PUSSY EYES. GOOD THING YOU KNOW HOW TO OBEY - OTHERWISE MIGHT HAVE HAD TO SEW THOSE PEEPERS SHUT. BEG FOR THIS NUTT - BEG FOR THIS POZ DICK - BEG FOR ME TO BREED YOU WITH AIDS CUM!!” Someone cuffed my head hard, “Fucking focus fag bitch!” There was something off about the tone, the voice, the ‘toughness of it’ - oh yeah, this must be one of the Wall Street dudes. Some moneyed, married, top trying to do the down low fuck. I was too high to come back with a witty remark and it really didn’t matter. Today was Monday and I was being a cum dump for the men in fancy suits. A willing ass pussy. A boy cunt. A creampie oven. Whatever the fuck they wanted to call me. So the shadow man’s voice in my head must have been a replay of the moment when he impregnated me with his last load. I might have been high, but my senses were on overload and I could smell the coke and drug sweat coming off the man fucking my hole. His breathing/panting sounded like he had fluid in one lung. I could feel the racing of his heart as he laid his chest against mine and pounded my asshole raw, hard, and as deep as he could. I wanted it so bad! I needed that big dick deeper! My ass was filled, the Wall Street guy yanked out, zipped up, chatted with one of shadow man’s men as he paid his bill and got what sounded like a brown paper lunch bag that contained his to-go order of coke for the week. A door opened, closed, opened again, “You got my stuff?” someone asked. “Is that cunt wet - you know I like them wet, sloppy,” muffled conversation, then hands rubbing on me, “Here. Snort this. Now lay back and show me that camel toe so I can coat it with some snow. Damn that’s good. Make that cunt burn. Let me in there, take this dick, damn cunt whore, sloppy cunt, damn...damn…” Another load dropped. Another happy customer. That was how the rest of Monday went - all day and into the night - anonymous man after man came through, picked up their coke, used my ass, bred me, and filled me with cum. Some offered me a snort, or booty bump; others did not even speak a word, just took my ass and were done. The trail of men all blurred together like some lonely highway in the middle of the Great Plains, except for one. He came near the end of the day. I was lying on my back on the hotel room bed, my feet up on the edge, legs splayed apart so he could glimpse my dripping crack. Shadow man’s guy who served as my prison guard, had made sure I had been kept hydrated and escorted to the bathroom when I needed, but beyond that, he didn’t speak to me or even touch me, which drove me fucking mad as I wanted more dick. There had been a long break and I thought maybe we were done and my guard kept mumbling about the fucker who was late. The door opened, closed, and someone said - in a voice laced with power and force, “Get out.” My guard mumbled, the voice yelled, “GET THE FUCK OUT NOW OR ELSE I TAKE MY BUSINESS - ALL MY BUSINESS ELSE WHERE.” A large hand grabbed my ankle firmly, squeezed, and then released. The man slid his hand up and down my right calf, then my left. “Roll over,” he said. I did. “Get on your hands and knees and present that hole,” and I obeyed that command too. I heard the latch on a belt buckle release, the slide of high-end leather against tailored wool, the intake of breath as Wall Street eyed what I had to offer. His voice was disarmingly calm, “Let’s make a deal. You have three options on the table. One - you can suck my dick, but that’s all you get in return, just the chance to taste my BWC - my BIG WHITE COCK. Two - you suck my BWC, then get back and stay just like that and I will jack off and give you a back shot. Or three - you answer a question honestly and if you do, you get to choke and gag on my BWC while I whip your ass with my belt and coat the stripes with some Grade-A coke. I will then fuck you like you have never been fucked before and will take you like I take my girl and fill you deep with my baby maker as I vent all my anger, frustrations, and desire into your body in the best no-limits fuck by the best white dick you will ever experience.” Well, I almost laughed as clearly this guy had not gotten the memo. I was being a drugged up, fucked out, raw pussy boy hoe - which option did he think I would choose, but nice of him to ask I guess. “I’ll take option three,” I said with full confidence, “So you doing a hostile takeover with that BWC or is this going to be like date night or some woosie shit?” WHACK - WHACK - WHACK! The leather belt cut sharp and deep across my white cheeks and the sting broke through the coke high and sent my hormones soaring. His voice took on a darker tone, “Looks like I may need to consider an addendum to this deal and give you some lessons in how to properly serve a BWC MASTER!” WHACK - WHACK - WHACK! WHACK - WHACK - WHACK! WHACK - WHACK - WHACK! WHACK - WHACK - WHACK! WHACK - WHACK - WHACK! I relished in that moment between the contact of leather to my skin and the sharp sting that followed. My back was arched, my hands folded into claws to grip the bed beneath like a shot from a Wolverine movie as Wall Street showed me just what might be in store with this deal. I was determined not to let him hear me beg, plead, or whimper and naturally have a good tolerance for pain and when high - well fuck - he would only hear me cry if I wanted him to. He stopped. The leather belt was placed on the bed beside me as he undressed. The buckle jangled as he picked it back up, “I only do hostile takeovers,” he said. “Now, for my question. I can get you out of here, right now. They won’t stop me. So tell me honestly - do you want me to help you escape and are they doing this against your will?” My heart fluttered and for a fleeting moment I considered all that shadow man had told me, and what might happen if I stayed. I now had a chance to go back home. To live my normal, sane life, and to be free. Instead, I replied, “Fuck, yes, they are doing this against my will, but that’s the point - right? And thanks, but no thanks. I don’t want your help to get out of here. What I want is for you to quit fucking talking, put that belt to work, then show me what that BWC can do. I’ve had some pretty good dick already - and understand there’s more to come - so make sure I remember you.” Wall Street laughed, “Good answer. If you had said yes, well…” I sighed in pleasure as my guard finally banged my ass rough, raw and dropped a load. He was working on adding a second - giving me chocolate/white swirl as Wall Street’s cum was still in me - when shadow man came in. As soon as his man was done, shadow man slammed right in, “YOU FUCKING WHITE BITCH TWITCH. I’BEEN WAITING ALL GOD DAMN DAY TO GET UP IN THAT SLOPPY PUSSY. YOU’D THINK THAT PUSSY WOULD BE GAPING AFTER ALL THE DICK YOU TOOK TODAY BUT FUCK NO! IT’S SWOLLEN, PUFFY, BRUISED, AND CLINGING TO MY SHAFT LIKE A FUCKING LEECH! CAN YOU FEEL THAT? NO? WELL FUCK I DON’T WONDER - NOT WITH ALL THE POWDER THAT I HEAR’S BEEN SHOVED UP IN THERE YOU FUCKING SLUT BUTT. TIME TO POZZ YOU UP SOME MORE YOU WORTHLESS FAG WHORE. HERE COMES MY AIDS - FUCKING THROBBING AIDS NUTT FLOODING YOU OUT - JESUS YES BITCH TWITCH TAKE MY CUM!” Rivulets of cum were seeping out of my ass as shadow man lay on the bed beside me. He smelled of sweat and sex and weed and dirt and general man filth. Fuck it was awesome! Shadow man reached over and slapped me on my chest with the palm of his right hand making me flinch, “God damn, you got a good hole. Remember, this was only Monday. So give me that arm, time for you to get some rest. Tomorrow you got some rough dudes coming through, not these uptight motha-fuckas. A hot prick of the needle, the cold juice flowing into my veins - and I was out. Tuesday began with another shot and within seconds I was wide awake and ready to run a marathon. I still had the leather hood on, so just waking up and not being able to see and everything being dark and pretty disorienting. It took me a minute to focus on what I was being told and to get my senses shuffled into some kind of order. “Give me that boy hole,” someone said. I was rolled onto my stomach as some man jammed his prick into my hole and fucked me hard and quick like we were going to get caught by the principal or something. He was a 30-second nutt, came, pulled out, rolled me back over, tapped my arm, and jabbed me. “Boss says this will get you set for the day and that I’m supposed to remind you to watch that mouth. These folk ain’t playin and sooner shoot you then fuck you. The main event here is the dope we slingin - not your faggedy ass - so understand that shit. You mouth off - you get capped. Plain and simple.” Jesus - they really needed to work on their ‘team motivation’ speech. In the brief respite I had before the day began I briefly realized I was hungry and could not remember when I had ate last. Suddenly a bunch of worthless statistics popped into my head from watching cable TV - you can go like 3-weeks without food, but you have to have water or fluids. Over 60% of the human body is water. I didn’t have to worry about that. My guards were always handing me a plastic bottle of something, which I think was Gatorade, or some sort of flavored water. I was sitting on the bed thinking about that when KNOCK - KNOCK KNOCK - KNOCK. The door opened and a couple of guys came in. While it sounded like two continued to speak with my guard, the third came over to me, mounted me without a word and began fucking me hard and raw focused on getting off. While the shot had kicked in I was jonesing for some coke, or crack, or something else as I felt all itchy inside, but the phat dick in my ass was a good distraction. One down, two more to go, and I was disappointed when both declined the offer and just settled for their stash of drugs to sell. So the day went and I was not impressed. Shadow man had said, “Tuesdays are for the thug homies with that diesel dick who can make it rain. A little dope, smoke, snow, and they get a private hour to use that side snatch. All them niccas be armed and dangerous so you gotta watch your mouth and what you do and fucking play along with any shit they want and they’ll leave that hole so sore you can’t walk.” Well from what I had seen, they were just a bunch of bottoms with big dicks - where’s the men? Well, I spoke too soon. My guard spoke with fear and nerves reverbing in his voice, “The next crew scares the shit out of me man. They’re Dominicans and can be testy fuckers! They’re our #1 crew though so you best be doing the boss right.” OK, whatever. There was no incessant knocking, no demands, just a quiet tap on the door. My guard quickly opened it, I could hear several men, and then one spoke clearer and louder than the rest. “This the hoe? Go on boys - inspect that white snatch - let us see what we got on the menu today. Damn - looks like somebody been takin liberties. Check out them ass cheeks. You mark it up like bro? No? Ohhh - yeah those white fuckas be crazy as shit. Naw we ain’t down for that and you know what? It’s those little dick fuckas that be into the slapping, the spanking, the leather and chains and crazy cuckoo shit. We got no need for all that. We swinging the real shit. Man meat. But it’s cool. You always got the set up man. Good, good. The boys and me here been saving our drippy dicks for a white pussy hoe cum dump. Time to pour some sour milk on them apple jacks!” Rowdy laughter, multiple sets of hands, my body pulled and touched and tugged in too many directions at once. I gathered it was their leader who knelt in front of me, his hands on my thighs, as he continued to speak, “You trying to get marked? Violated? Fucking answer me!” SLAP! “Huh? We need to release some Mama Juana - you know what that is? No? Fuck boys - we got us a fresh one. Well get ready to get that ticket punched cause you going on the Dominicans gangbang fuck train.” The gang leader bent me over the bed and slammed his juicy, uncut dick in my ass. I squeaked like a chew toy from PetsMart and he laughed, “Yo boys, looks like we may need to come back later with our kennel. Got us a real bitch in heat here that sounds like he needs that knot!” He had a gigantic dick and every stroke tickled my prostate. “CREAM ON THIS DICK. THAT’S IT - COAT MY STICK WITH THAY BUSSY JUICE. SLICK ASS LIPS LETTING ME GLIDE DEEP UP IN THERE. GIVE YOU SOMETHING YOU CAN FEEL. HELL AFTER A FEW SNORTS OF THAT GOOD BLOW - A HOLE IS A HOLE. YOU A HOLE? A HOE HOLE? FUCKING SLUT! FILLING YOU WITH THIS CARIBBEAN NUTT! SPINNING THAT SUGAR CANE! GET UP THERE BOY - WORK THAT NECK WHILE I BUST THIS PUSSY OPEN. PUNCH THE BITCH - LET’S PLAY SOME KNOCKOUT TAG AND TURN THIS WHITE HOE INTO A SECTION 8 PROJECT WE KNOCKING DOWN WITH OUR WRECKING BALLS!” My bell got rung from both ends and six ways to Sunday as each of the Dominican thug, gang bangers rape fucked my hole and bred me with hot, sticky nutt. Before I knew it, I was conscious again and my guard - I think the same one from Monday from his voice - told me it was Wednesday - the day the construction crews who just want some cum dump ass to fill up without hearing a bitch complain come by and use a gloryhole to fuck a meat puppet. I still had the leather hood padlocked over my head and it was itchy as hell, but a few snorts of coke, some white roughly jammed up my ass, and whatever the fuck they shot up my veins made me only think about dick. They even had to force feed me some liquid. I tried spitting it back out. It tasted like goat’s piss, but a few slaps and I swallowed and it felt like lead in my stomach. I was escorted out of the room I had been in and I assumed taken down the hall. I was hoisted face down into some sort of harness/sling and a few adjustments of cables and pulleys left my legs splayed, my hole open poking through a sheet of plastic hanging from the ceiling and waiting for whatever anonymous dick came through. I didn’t have to wait long and all fucking day it was one raw dick after another just slamming my ass raw through the plastic gloryhole. There was nothing overly special or that I remember as my guard kept shooting up my veins, but there were A LOT of men. My legs were goopy and sticky and crusty with man cum when I was finally taken out of the sling. By Thursday I was tripping. I mean I was like imagining unicorns and Skittles and rainbows and shit. The pangs of hunger had turned to a dull ache I could only feel if I really focused, which was near impossible as I was puking my guts out from whatever drugs they had shot me up with. My guard even called shadow man back to the hotel room. While shadow man showed up at the end of every day to breed me and give me his AIDs load, this was the first time he came back as they were prepping me. He said I was dehydrated, someone named Doc came by, a couple IV bags later I was raring to go. Shadow man reminded me that Thursday was when, “The MOFO big dicked bandit street types will roll in. These guys are real gangbangers and like me, enjoy using a white bitch twitch and going balls to the wall for that extreme R&B - raping and breeding...Ex-cons, sex offenders, repeat offenders…” These dudes were all serious dicking specialists and some twisted ass freaks! Of course the thug who had choked me out in the bathroom before came back for another round that was even more intense, but beyond him, there was one I wanted to just keep serving. He called himself the East Side Strangler and had a GIGANTIC dick. He at first took his time, teasing me, holding me down, slapping, a little light choking, scratching my ass, mouth with his long nails as he hummed and occasionally sing-songed, “Juicy booty - fruity tootey….juicy booty - fruity tootey…” He then pulled some rough hewn rope out of a bag and bound my ankles and wrists together as he continued to hum. Next he started to finger my hole with a terry cloth towel. I assumed he was just trying to dry off the edges as he did not want to taste the load that had been left up in there. I then cried out as he started to stuff the end of the towel into my open hole with two fingers, then stuffed some, like he was packing an open wound. I was squirming then my body went rigid as he yanked the packed towel out of my hole in one, quick, tug. The pain made me pant hard as he chuckled. I tried twisting away to no avail as he just straddled me, sitting on my back facing my ass and ankles, as he continued to pack and pull pack and pull. Each time, getting it a little deeper, making hurt a little more. Satisfied, he laid his big body on top of mine, his left elbow under my throat, and began pushing his massive dick into my torn up hole. I began to moan and whimper and he squeezed tighter, “I KNOW THAT NICCA CAME THROUGH EARLIER AND CHOKED YOU OUT. THAT’S PUSSY LIGHT SHIT. FUCKING AMATEUR HOUR. I’M THE EAST SIDE STRANGLER AND I TAKE MY TIME, WILL KEEP YOU JUST AWAKE ENOUGH TO FEEL ME RAPE THAT PUSSY OPEN. FEEL YOUR BODY BENEATH MINE AS YOU FIGHT TO BREATH STAY AWAKE. I’M THAT BIG DICK DROPPA, BOSS DICK RAPIST, THAT NICCA JACK-THE-RIPPER. I SLICE AND DICE PUSSY, AND FAG PUSSY LIKE YOU GETS THE 4-HOLE TREATMENT AS WHEN I SEND YOU OVER THE EDGE YOUR BODY WILL LET ME IN EVEN DEEPER. ONLY WAY I CAN GET BALLS DEEP. EVEN THOSE FREAKS WHO CLAIM THEY CAN TAKE A BIG FIST CAN’T TAKE ME ON THEIR OWN. GONNA MAKE YOU CREAM ON THIS DICK AS I FUCK THAT PINK PUSSY CUNT TO DEATH. YEAH HURTS DON’T IT. LOVE FEELING A BODY SHAKE AND QUAKE BENEATH ME AS I DIG DEEPER. I’M ONLY SATISFIED IF THAT HOLE LOOKS LIKE IT GOT HIT WITH A BLENDER WHEN I PULL OUT - FLAPPING SKIN, BLOODY, PUFFY AND SWOLLEN AND THICK WITH MY DICK JUICE. TAKE A BIG BREATH IN FOR ME - THAT’S IT - NOW FIGHT ME BITCH! KNOCKED THE FUCKING AIR OUTTA YOU AND RIPPING THAT SECOND HOLE. FEEL THAT? COURSE YOU DO. TIME FOR THAT THIRD HOLE RING TO GET BROKEN - FUCK YEAH! NO, NO, NO CRYING OUT NOW. SHUSH. SHUSH - THERE YOU GO - FEEL THE DARKNESS CREEPING IN - BODY AND SOUL. I’M ONLY ABOUT HALF WAY IN AND I THINK FOR THIS PART, I’LL LET YOU FEEL HOW A TRUE BBC OWNS A PINK PUSSY.” East Side man slid his arm out from under my neck, raised himself up off my back, pulled his hips back, “1...2...3!” and slammed my open hole as hard as he could. He went deeper, but apparently not as deep as he wanted as he pulled back, “1...2...3!” and slammed me again. My body was shaking from the intense pain, “GOD DAMN FAGGOT ASS IS MINE - MINE! TIME TO RIP YOU GOOD - HERE YOU GO - TAKE THIS DICK - TAKE IT - 1...2...3!” With practiced moves, he dropped his body back down on mine and slid his arm back under my neck and squeezed, “SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR TIGHT HOLE - READY TO HIT THAT BOTTOM AND WHEN I DO LIGHTS OUT FUCKA - FUCK YEAH - HITTING THAT FINAL WALL - YOU READY - NIGHTY NIGHT WHORE CUNT!” There was something wrong. I shook my head. The guy who was fucking me was not on my back now, but what the fuck? He was humming, “YOU LIKED THAT DIDN’T YOU? I CAN TELL CAUSE YOUR PUSSY’S JUST QUIVERING FOR MORE. I CAN TELL YOU AIN’T NEVER BEEN FISTED BEFORE, SO ONCE YOU WERE OUT AND I HAD BLOWN MY FIRST LOAD, FIGURED WAS AS GOOD A TIME AS ANY TO TAKE CARE OF THAT TOO. FEEL THAT? SEE WHEN I OPEN MY HAND INSIDE YOU I CAN TICKLE AND SCRAPE THOSE WALLS, OR BALL MY HAND LIKE THIS AND REALLY BREAK OPEN YOUR RING. ALTHOUGH, SINCE MY DICK ALREADY BEEN DOWN THAT ROAD YOU WAS ALREADY PRETTY MUCH BROKEN. ON THE COUNT GOING TO PULL MY HAND OUT - LET YOU FEEL WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT - 1...2….3!” Holy fucking Christ and before I could move he stuck his hand back in, “YEAH BITCH PUSSY - YEAH. I THINK THIS TIME I WILL GO BALLS DEEP IN ONE STROKE, REOPEN ALL THOSE RIPS, LET YOU GO NIGHTY NIGHT ALL ON YOUR OWN, THEN WILL TAKE MY TIME AS I STRANGLE THE FUCK OUT OF YOOU AND WORK OUT A FEW MORE LOADS. I GOT HOURS LEFT STILL ON THE CLOCK AND YOU ARE MINE. LUCKY YOUR MAN SET SOME RULES, ELSE WE’D HAVE GONE TOTALLY EXTREME.” “Come on now you white bitch twitch,” shadow man’s voice said, “Wake the fuck up. I want you to know I’m POZZING that phat ass and I sure the fuck ain’t carrying you to the shower.” I groaned. I felt like I had been hit by a 747. Every muscle ached and my entire abdomen felt tender, swollen, bruised and then I remembered bits and flashes of the rest of the night before with the East Side man. He was an extreme fuck and just thinking back to what I could remember made my dick fill up. Shadow man grunted, “Come on now, get the fuck up. I just planted some toxic nutt up in that ass. I was concerned he might have really fucked you up last night and last thing I would have hated to do is have to put you in a taxi and have them drop you off at the hospital. But a shot to make you sleep, a fucking entire tube of Preparation H, and that hole seems like it’s good to go. Well, for what I need it for anyways. That hoe pussy is gaping and is beat up for damn sure, but my Harlem homies who will be coming today expect that. They also know you been a fuck-hoe all week so will take full advantage and maybe will do some double dickin and shit. The Legendary Cream Team is all about making a hoe know they been fucked and nutted. Come on now. I’ll use the shower wand to hose you down. The homies like a hoe who smells like nutt, but you a few days worth of funk built up. Time to scrape some of that shit off.” A short time and a couple of bottles of Gatorade later, I was sitting on the couch in the hotel room, a glass pipe to my lips as one of shadow man’s friends started to tap a vein so I could spin out and get ram busted by the Cream Team. All I could think about was having a big dick in my ass. Maybe that sense of satisfaction is why guys wear butt plugs? I had never understood that before then, but while that might stuff you, I had lots of hot blooded raw meat ready and willing to keep me full. “Yo man, you need a clean needle?” someone asked. “Fuck no. This a Red Cross hoe blood bag. Dirty needle, dirty juice, and I got some burning drip to donate too.” Hour after hour I was fucked, bred, and drugged out for their pleasure. The smell of sweaty, grimy, high top fuckers was intoxicating! Shadow man has just emptied his bladder down my throat and was now rutting like a demon dog as he mounted me from behind, “Bitch pussy so fucking sloppy. Nasty hoe! You got so much fucking diseased nutt in you like a science project gone wrong. Ready for some more? Well, it’s Saturday and while some of the homies will probably swing back through - greedy fuckers - today is all about the worst of the worst. I got a line of about four dozen homeless dudes and crack house drug addicts - all veiny and wasted who will fill you up with so much fucking disease. The worst of the NYC streets. I’ll be down the hall taking care of whatever goods they stolen this week to fence, and then they get to use you as a bonus. You’re such a hoe that all you good for now is homeless dick. But don’t worry. I got some true horse dicked fuckas who plan to rape you good too. Today is more about the infected dick, so yeah, some little peters thrown in too. By the end of the day you’ll be ready for another round with my man the East Side Strangler. Horny nicca been blowing up my phone for a repeat and this time I told him no limits - well almost none. You ready to get coated inside and out with homeless and druggie piss, nutt, spit, and sweat? Game on motha-fuckas!” The first homeless man I could literally smell the second he stepped into the room, it was that bad. He bent me over the bed and wasted no time filling me with cum. One after another they came through. Some pissed on me on the bed, others wanted to kiss and caress and touch before they fucked me, while others were minute men who got hard, slammed, bred me, and bounced. “Tell me what you’re giving me!” I started to demand after the fourth or fifth guy and that really seemed to turn them on. Some didn’t respond, but others it made their dicks extra hard. They liked that I was a ‘nasty bitch’, and had no problem bragging about what dangerous infection they were giving me. None of these guys had drugs to share, but one of shadow man’s crew kept me lit up and spun out. I even got back to back loads from a couple of them, including a true horse hung fucker who loved that I begged to be rape fucked and to have my pussy bleed for him. Far too soon the homeless guys and street druggies stopped coming. I was fed some liquid, another vein tapped, and the guy said, “Special request. This shit will cut through all the rest and sober you right up.” Fuck - it’s one thing to crash and come down off a high naturally but to be yanked out was brutal. I was trying to focus on breathing and the sense of virtigo when I felt someone get up on the bed behind me, a big arm wrapped around my neck and squeezed, “YOU READY FOR ME?” the East Side Strangler asked. Sunday was checkout day according to shadow man. My week being a hotel hoe was done. He had said, “When you nothing but an infected bag of AIDs and a fucked out whore, I sell you off like a puppy mill and then the next fag pussy comes along, rinse and repeat.” I didn’t really know what that meant and was trying to figure out a way to convince him to let me stay. I mean I had taken everything he had thrown at me and then some right? I was sitting on the end of the bed wringing my hands, running through the scenarios in my head from crawling and begging to offering him anything. The hotel room door opened, closed, someone walked close. “Bend over the bed and show me that cunt faggot,” the man demand. He began using a long, sharp nail to scratch extra hard at the ring of my ass, quickly making it bleed. He then paused, dabbed at it, and I could hear him jacking his dick when he asked, “What’s your name?” He was the first man all week who had asked that. I replied and asked him his. HE LAUGHED, “NO. YOU HAVE NO NAME ANYMORE.” THEN AS HE GRABBED MY HIPS AND DROVE HIS THICK, DRY, RAW DICK INTO MY TENDER ASS HE SAID, “MY NAME IS THE STEALTH BOMBER.” (To read the adventures of the Stealth Bomber, go to: https://breeding.zone/topic/17169-the-stealth-bomber-episode-1-welcome-to-the-poz-team/) STAY TUNED FOR FINAL CHAPTER OF HOTEL HOE DOWN. (*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 have a nephew in high school who is openly gay, and another nephew who is still very young but has some decidedly gay characteristics. (Only one in his family who doesn't like sports, likes to play with girls toys...)

This is so damn hot and sexy.

I'm a text book case for heredity. Bi Dad, Bi Uncle on my mother's side and a Gay older Brother.

The knowledge that his seed, the very essence of his manhood, is being given to me. Not going to waste in a condom. Gives so much more meaning to the sex. Not only gives my body an orgasm, but gets my mind off as well. His DNA in me.... Incredibly erotic.

Barebacking/breeding definitely fuels a biological and psychological connection/satisfaction that "safer" sex does not (for me at least).

Thanks see I think it's the fuckin' hottest thing when a bottom calls his ass a pussy.

I'm a masculine bottom and guys call my hole a pussy. Most guys just call it a hole or a fuck hole, but I think its hot when they call it a pussy! Guys seem to fuck me harder when they are telling me they are going to seed my pussy. I think its hot when they call it a cunt too.

Joining the Gang-Part 2-The Next Day After my initiation I was helped home by a couple of the fellow gang members. I was lucky my folks weren’t home when I got there. I went directly up stairs and into the bathroom. I recall having the need to take a dump, but when I sat down to take my shit, the only thing that came out was a white glob of goo mixed with some red tinge of blood. I took a hot shower and tried to lay down and get some sleep, but I remember feeling very alert and ‘wired’ that I was up most of the night. The next morning I heard my dad leave for work as I drifted off to sleep. I woke later as my mom stuck her head in my room to say “I’m going down to the church to help your father. I should be home around dinner. Are you feeling ok?” “Yeah, I think I over did it at the skate park yesterday. I think I’m just gona lay around today and relax.” “OK, but call me at the church if you need anything.” “Yes, Mom.” I laid my head back down as I relived what had happened to me the night before. It was strange, but my thought was I experienced what a chick must feel when she sucks cock and is getting fucked. I heard my mom begin to head out the door. I vaguely heard voices down stair and I was trying to figure our who my mother was talking to when I heard the front door close and the sound of someone coming back up the stairs. I figured my mother called my dad and decided to stay home and take care of me when my door opened up and it was a couple of my gang friends. One of them asked me, “You doing ok?” “I’m getting along. I didn’t get t sleep till early this morning and been laying here dozing in and out of sleep.” “Well we got something that will pick you up and get ya moving.” They came over to me in bed and for the first time I was able to watch as they gave me some sort of shot that they said ‘will pick me up and get me moving.’ One guy swabbed my arm with alcohol as the other put a tight piece of rubber tubing around my arm. I watched as the needle was stuck into my vein, a little blood trickled into the clear fluid and then they pushed it all into my arm. When the tubing was removed from my arm I felt a small rush and coughed a bit. Then I felt like a new man with energy and was rather horny too. My fellow gang members noticed I was naked in bed. They dropped their shorts and climbed in with me. This was different then the brutal fuck I received the night before. We made out, kissed, and caressed each other. This was the first time I ever kissed another guy and I was liking it. Then we positioned ourselves in a circle so that we each could suck a cock as our got sucked. Since I was new to the gang it was my responsibility to ‘serve as the bitch.’ I figured this meant to suck and get fucked by both of them. One of my gang buds laid down on his back with his hard cock pointing to the ceiling. I was told “Lube your ass bro and sit it down on my fuck stick.” I grabbed the vaseline I keep in my night stand and greased up my hole. I positioned myself over his cock and slid down to the base. I was expecting the other gang bud to come around in front of me so I could suck his dick, but instead I was pulled down so I could kiss the guy inside me.vvI heard from behind me, “Damn bro your looking good on that cock” as I felt a hand on my back. I wasn’t sure what was going on when he pushed down and I felt his dick begin to join the other inside me. My well stretched hole was being forced open more. I squealed some in pain as something was held under my nose. I was told to breathe in deeply and hold my breath for a few seconds. I next felt an intense rush of pleasure through my body as the second cock bottomed out balls deep in me. Both guys fucked me as hard as they could and as deep as they could till I felt each one tense up and shot his cum inside me. They each were sure to let me know as they bred my ass telling me that they gave me more toxic cum for my already infected cunt. They pulled out of my well stretch hole and we got dressed. The guys just had me throw on some baggy shorts and a t-shirt like they had on and we headed down stairs where they made me eat something even though I didn’t feel hungry. We threw our roller blades on and headed towards the skate park. On our way over to the skate park we stopped at the local 7-Eleven and picked up some water to drink through the day. We got a dozen bottles and went t meet the rest of the gang. Once we got there we opened up all the water bottles and I watched as a small bottle was pulled out of a bag and a little bit was poured into each water bottle with more poured into the last bottle which I was handed and told to drink it slowly. We skated around most of the day and worked our way through the water. One by one we each removed our shirt as we got hotter and began to sweat from skating. As we skated around I noticed that guy’s shorts were sagging enough to allow me to see that every guy seemed to have the same tattoo on the small of his back. Then I began to recall something from the night before, I almost forgot about getting a tattoo on the small of my back. As I drank my water I began to feel a little light headed, warm and horny. I guess the guys noticed the effect it was having on me and a couple of them pulled me into the bushes. Once we were well hidden in the thick brush I was pushed to my knees. One of my gang buddies stood before me and looked down at me. “Are you ready to learn how to suck cock and swallow my cum?” I recall having a cock shoved in my mouth as the night’s festivities began but I never really sucked on it; it was more like the guy fucked my mouth. Now I was going to have to knowingly give a blow job. He stepped up to me; his hard cock pointing its way to my mouth. I knew what was expected of me and opened up with out a fight. His cock slid right in and I began to suck cock (not like I really knew what I was doing). I must have been doing something right cause the guy I was sucking put his hand on my head and began to run his fingers through my hair. He began to softly moan as I felt his cock begin to thicken in my mouth. He looked down at me and reminded me, “You are to swallow all of our cum today.” It was shortly after that I felt the first blast of his cum in my mouth. I tried to swallow, but he was cumming so much I waited till he was doing firing before I swallowed it down. I licked his cock clean as he asked me to “Show me your mouth, I want to make sure you swallowed it all.” I opened my mouth as he pulled up his shorts and the next gang member stepped up. It went on like this all afternoon. One by one I sucked of each gang member before we headed over the house we were at last night. I learned that the gang was able to secure the house since one of the gang member’s mother was a realtor and his father was the president of the bank.