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Going to the doctor is a pain in the ass, but when your doc blocks the renewal of your Truvada script, he has you by the short hairs. I booked the last appointment of the day to minimize the time off work. When I arrived, the waiting room was packed out. I stood out like a sore thumb, dressed in my suit. Most of the guys were casual, wearing jeans or shorts. Given the time of day, I guessed most of the guys weren't working, particularly as my doc has a large infectious disease practice. Some of them were clearly long-term poz, showing a little wasting and or a lot of vascularity. So fucking sexy! Soon I was brought to a room, and shortly thereafter Doctor Woods came in and gave me a warm hug. It's great having a doctor close to my own age, and so sexy too. I've been going to Brad for several years, and we have a great doctor / patient relationship. We're both early 30's and keep ourselves fit. From time to time I see Brad and his boyfriend at the gym and out at the clubs. They are both tall and lean, and surprisingly vascular from exercise. Having seen both Doc Woods and his boyfriend in the showers at the gym, I knew he has a sweet uncut cock, just like mine, and his boyfriend is cut and has huge low-hangers. Both of them are also quite gifted, swinging big packages. "Rik! Dude! It's been six months since your last appointment! To stay on Truvada, I need to see you every six months." "Yeah, sorry, I've been busy with work and just didn't make the time...." He looked in my eyes and held the gaze for a while to make his point, and said "Go ahead and take everything off except for your underwear, and then up on the table." He asked the usual health history questions you might expect as he was feeling around my neck and then listening to my heart and lungs. His hand grabbed on to my pec as he listened to my back. He gave my tit a little squeeze and then gave a little tweak on my nip... which made my cock spring to attention. He made some notes and then asked, "I'm going to assume you've been sexually active, right?" He gave me a big smile, because he knew that I was testing just how good Truvada really is. "Yep, I'm breeding and seeding. Always looking for holes and poles." "I don't doubt it; your reputation is firmly intact. Once a slut, always a slut! (He's called me a slut in the locker room at the gym, so this isn't anything new!) “Go ahead and lay down and turn on your side. I'll do a rectal swab and check your prostate." I slid my underwear off, then turned to my left side. Dr Woods lightly touched me under my leg saying "Bring your knees up towards your chest." Then he brought a rectal swab and a specimen container over to the table, commenting "The lube is cold, sorry." With that, his gloved finger slid inside me. And... I was totally boned at the feeling of his finger probing my hole. He had done it several times over the years, but each time I find it completely hot. As his finger felt-up my prostate he shot a few more comments to me: "It feels like this hot hole is seeing a lot of action. There was almost no resistance to my finger." "I've had a fist or two up there, and I always enjoy having a hot top breed me to keep me in practice." "You do have hot ass... and interesting choice of word. 'Breed'. Do you know whether or not you've taken any poz loads?" "Yeah, I imagine I have. But most guys are undetectable these days. I don't even ask anymore." "Yeah ... a cum dump. You haven't had a guy tell you he just gave you a poz load?" "Not often enough!" "Yeah, a lot of my patients get off on that. You get off on taking toxic loads?" His continued rubbing of my prostate and working my hole was making me crazy. This wasn't the conversation I imagined I'd be having with my doctor. "Doc, you better take it easy there, you got me close!" "I don't think I heard an answer to my question." "Oh god ... yes ... yeah, I get off on toxic loads ... fuck I'm going to cum!" With that, he inserted a couple more fingers up my hole, and with the other he put the specimen cup over my uncut cock. "Cum in the cup, stud." I had one of the biggest orgasms I've had in a while. I did my best to get my load inside the cup, but I made a mess everywhere. "Nicely done, stud. Just relax for a minute and I'll do your rectal swab." I felt him swabbing my hole and then heard it go into its receptacle. He placed the uncovered specimen jar on the counter. "Take a minute to pull yourself together. Here's a couple paper towels, clean yourself off. Don't worry about the mess. Leave your shirt off. Teddy is going to come in and draw some blood. I'll be back before you leave, I need to consult with another doctor about something." I dressed and moved over to the chair. The exam table had cum everywhere ... and some dripping down the wall. I guessed Teddy would be tasked with dealing with the mess. I've known Teddy for years. He's a hairy 5'8" Italian fireplug that I've fucked with over the years at the baths. He's one of those guys who has a a 5:00 o’clock shadow at 10:00 AM. Back in the day, he would be described as a Castro Clone, sporting brown hair and bushy mustache. Way before seeing him at Doctor Wood's office, when we met up at the sex club, he worshipped my muscular arms and pecs before we'd get down to breeding. Now he gets to perv out over my veiny arms during a blood draw. I'm got low body fat, so giving blood is no big deal. I've got veins for days. The standard routine is I lay my arm out for him to find a vein, and he lightly traces his fingers up and down my arm, while telling me hot sexy it is. When Teddy arrived, he stepped into the room, closed the door, and walked over to me giving me a quick kiss, saying, "Hey sexy!" Being about 6" taller than him, I'm at a perfect height for him to latch onto a nip and let him suck it to being fully hard. If I hadn't just cum, I would have been aching to fuck him right there. Teddy broke the daydream and asked, "We're doing the usual HIV labs, right?" I replied "No, Teddy, I'm neg and on Truvada." He said, "Oh, sorry. Most guys that come here are poz. My mistake." I said, "Don't sweat it, it's not a big deal." Teddy replied, "Good, by the way, I converted six months ago and would love a chance to breed you. I'm nice and toxic," he said with salacious smile. I pulled him close to my chest and whispered, "I'd love your poz load." He whispered back, "Believe me, I'd like to give it to you." Once again my cock was as hard as a rock. After Teddy drew up some vials of blood, he gathered the swab and blood vials and said "The doctor will be with you in a minute," leaving the door open as he left the room. I saw there shirtless, and noticed several patients who passed through the hallway gave me a good glance. While I wanted to tweak my nips to give them something to look at, I held off. Dr. Woods then arrived and closed the door, "I think I felt something on your prostate ... kinda like a couple bumps. I'd like to be safe and make sure it's nothing important. I've made an appointment for you with Dr. Grant. I want you to see him for an ultrasound, no other urologist. Also, I need you off Truvada for the time being." "You gotta be kidding me! Is that really necessary?" "You're whining. Just do it." At the checkout desk, I got my referral card for Dr. Grant. The appointment was two weeks away! Holy fuck, how the hell was I supposed to stay off Truvada for that long? It was the longest two weeks of my fucking life. Sure, I got to breed some hot hole, and got my hole fisted by a couple guys, but it wasn't like getting fucked and taking a load. I hit up some of my undetectable poz buds who I know are good about their meds so that I could get their loads. The day of my appointment with Dr. Grant, I had the day off, so I got a quick workout at the gym done before I drove to the appointment. He's in the same building as Dr. Woods, just one floor up. After brief delay in the waiting room, I was called into the back area. A hot, young Hispanic nurse had me take off my clothes, put on a robe, then lock my stuff in the locker. He looked like he just barely got out of high school. I wanted to pull him into the dressing room and fuck him senseless. He was at least six-foot-tall and had exceptionally beautiful caramel skin. He was absolutely gorgeous. The hottie was waiting when I came out of the dressing room and took me to an exam room. "The doctor will see you shortly," he said with a smile and disappeared. The door to the exam room opened and in walked Dr. Grant ... who, it turned out, was Dr. Wood's boyfriend. Standing in front of me was the stud with a brick shithouse body who, for years, I've seen naked. And he looked good enough to eat. He was wearing a lab coat over a form-fitting polo shirt and his pecs were straining against the fabric. It was an amazing vision. I was glad I was sitting on the exam table because the robe hid my growing hard-on. If he wasn't quick, there would be a big precum wet spot growing. I extended my hand and said, "Justin, I didn't know you were a doctor as well! "Yeah, it's easier having a partner that understands the demands of the job. It's great to see you, hot stuff! Brad called me when you were in his office and he told me you have an issue that both of us can help you with." "Yeah, he said there were some bumps on my prostate and I should have them looked at." "And the Truvada?" he asked, "Have you complied with his direction?" "Yes, I have." "Great," he said as he removed his lab coat, which meant I got to appreciate his beautiful body. Some tufts of hair poked above the neck of his shirt, which suggested both his arms and his beautiful pecs were covered with fur. "Okay, I need to check your prostate health to make sure everything is okay. Go ahead and lay back on the table, turn your side and we'll get a look." With my cock rock hard, Justin went about with the ultrasound. He showed me the ultrasound probe that would be going up my asshole, explaining the procedure won't take long. In short order, he rubbed some lube on my hole, then inserted two, then three fingers inside my anus, rubbing them in and out, just like Brad had done two weeks earlier. I remember feeling a slight sting, possibly from a fingernail, but the subtle pressure he was applying to my prostate had turned into pleasure, so my attention was re-directed. I do remember being slightly surprised he wasn't wearing any gloves, but figured that was his business. "Feels awesome doc ... I've needed some action back there." "Good, I'm going to insert the ultrasound probe. It's a little bit bigger, but I'm sure you'll take it like a champ." Justin pulled out his fingers and inserted the ultrasound device. He moved in slow movements in and around my hole. His eyes were focused on the monitor, one hand was managing the probe, but the other hand was draped over my abs inching towards my fully engorged cock. After a couple minutes, Justin untied the gown and pushed it off me, fully exposing my body to him. With the probe still inside me, all I could do was enjoy the experience of him working my hole. He continued to to explore both my ass and also smeared the precum around the head of my cock and foreskin. He was driving me crazy. He withdrew the probe and said, "I have something else that would make your hole feel nice. Just lie still." I heard him strip off his shirt and remove his pants. He felt around my lubed up hole, which he spread onto his cock. "I think you'll like this probe better." Still on my side, he easily slid his big cock inside my hole from behind and started slowly fucking me. After a few minutes, he pulled out and said, "Stand up, I want to feel your whole body." I turned to face this amazing stud, with buzzed pubes and huge cock... and a big biohazard tattoo right above his cock. His cock was a little messy with lube a little blood, but everything else was perfect. In a sex club, I would have sucked that cock clean. He asked, "What turns you on more, my fat cock or my biohazard tattoo?" "They both do." He smiled, "One before the other, so back up onto the table and let me back inside that sweet hole." I put my hand on his chest and asked, "You undetectable? Because you know I'm off Truvada." “Yeah, that's just the thing. We had you stop Truvada for a reason. Brad and I both know that you get off on taking all kinds of loads, and we'd like the opportunity to share our DNA to poz you. We converted about a year ago and don't take meds. We're working on converting several more hot guys, and we hope you'll join our conversion club.” "You know this is kinda fucked up, right? I’m probably not protected!" "Rik, look at your cock. You haven't stopped precumming since you got a look at my biohazard tattoo. Get a feel of my low-hangers and tell me you don't want me to fill your hole with a hot load." I reached out and grabbed his huge nuts, and he just moaned. I gave them a squeeze and a tug, and his poz precum oozed on my hand. Actually, he was precumming like crazy as well. I thought my cock gushed precum, but his was drooling. He probably already spread his poison all inside me. "You join our conversion club and you will go on the adventure of a lifetime. Brad and I really want you in with us in breeding the hottest guys." I needed a minute to think about this, but his biohazard tattoo was calling to me. I squatted down to run my fingers over it and to absorb what it meant to him … and what it might mean for me. I was compelled to lick it and suck his tattoo, as if that alone would make a difference. Having a tattoo like that would be sexy as hell. Justin brought me to my feet and backed me up to the table, then bent down to suck on my nips. How could he know that's the fastest way to make me lose control? In no time he was nursing on my tits while I was flat on my back on the table. I was in ecstasy having this infected stud wanting to breed my hole. I lifted my legs to let Justin into my neg hole so he could poz me. Getting his load was just too hot to deny. I could figure out the rest with Dr. Woods later if I change my mind. He said, "Put my cock in your hole and show me what you want." I reached out and grabbed his hard cock and rubbed it up and down my gaping ass slit. His eyes rolled back and he had a satisfied grin on his face. "Yeah, stud. You will love our virus. We'll change your life in ways you can't imagine." I let go of his cock and wrapped my legs around his sexy ass to pull him into me. "Oh yeah ... We've wanted to breed you for a very long time. We've seen you at the gym and always thought you would be an excellent hole to breed and seed. Ever since we converted, you have been on the top of our list to infect." This was so fucking erotic, having this amazing man wanting to fuck his poisonous load inside me. I was happy to take Truvada and stay neg, but having the opportunity to get bred like this is amazing. Justin started his fucking easy, but it wasn't long before he really pounded my hole, doing his best to attack from several angles. "Oh man, your cock feels great … just as good as I hoped it would.” He threw he head back and said, "Fuck dude, here comes my nasty load right inside your hole!" My hole was gaping and abused, and he looked like he just ran a marathon. After keeping his infected cock in my ass for as long as possible, he slowly pulled out. He grabbed a pillow to put under my ass. "Just let that toxic load marinate inside you. Let the infection take hold." “…nfection take hold .…” It took a minute to set in. After having spent years trying to avoid HIV, I had willingly agreed to seroconvert. He cleaned up his cock, pulled on his jock, and picked-up the intercom saying "Mateo, please let Dr Woods know he's needed here. And then please join us in the exam room."

Blake was the next to fuck me. He easily slid his cock inside me and said, "I love fucking your cummy hole ... you feel amazing." I said, "You feel great too, stud. Your cock is rock hard ... Please poz my hole!" I didn't have to ask twice. He fucked me hard, the whole time looking in my eyes, saying I'm going to be the one to convert you." I said, "Yeah, be the one that does it." After a little more time, he announced he was coming inside me, giving me what I want. We kissed as he came down off his orgasm, but his cock was still hard. "He winked and said, "I'll be back for round two." After my second fuck from Blake, it was a blur. I remember Mark with the HIV+ tattoo fucking me and I was licking his tat. I think the three inductees got eight loads each from guys before they went for second rounds with the inductees or split off to recharge the other poz guys. During a brief lull, Teddy came by and suggested Andrew, Mike and I stand up and stretch our legs and get some water. He gave each of us two bottles and said, “Drink up.” We stood up to get our bearing, drank a bottle then went into a three-way make out session with each other. It made sense for us Mike and I to get to know Andrew, since he's going on the same journey as us. Mike’s nipples were calling to me, so I latched on to one of them while reaching between Andrew’s legs to play with his ass. I must have been doing something right, as Mike was moaning like crazy, almost as much as Andrew was. These guys are fun. Blake tapped me on the shoulder and said, “We never talked about it, do you drink piss?” I said, “Yeah, I love piss, you got some for me?” He said, “Yeah, I got a lot.” I said, “I’ll drink you if you drink me!” He said, “Happy to drink your piss.” Mike told Andrew, “I want your piss, you got some for me?” Andrew said, “Hell yeah, and I want yours.” I knelt down and took Blakes cock into my mouth. Looking up, I see this incredibly sexy black man with a great cock and biohazard tattoo. I placed my hand on his tattoo and stroked it lightly waiting for Blake’s piss. He said, “You look good down there waiting for my poz piss with my cock in your mouth.” Just then a dribble started and my focus was on getting everything he had. He finished and it was my turn for Blake to drain me. I grabbed Blake and gave him a kiss, giving him a taste of his piss. Andrew drained Mike’s cock and they switched up too. My cock was in Blake’s mouth and I was trying to get a flow started. Looking over, Andrew spread his lips apart with his fingers, but Mike said, “Relax, I got this.” Mike used both hands to spread Andrew open, lightly licked him up and down, and then put his lips over Andrew’s piss hole. I said, “Here you go,” and my piss started flowing. I caressed Blake’s neck and felt him swallow my load. He didn’t miss a drop. Neither did Mike. I said, “Let’s go inside and see what’s going on there.” Some guys were talking in groups, mostly sexual related, some sucking cocks and some breeding. This was wild. I passed a group of four really hot guys that were talking. One of them smiled and said, “Here’s one of the neg guys!” I stopped and said, “Here’s the sexy poz studs” with a wink. One of them grabbed my cock and said, “This is beautiful … I gotta feel it.” With that he turned around to let me slide inside him. He said, “Fuck, this is a great cock.” One of the other guys said, “I bet his hole feels just as good” and he fed his cock into me. And … I’m the meat in a three way. It was empowering to enjoy being a piece of meat. Nobody knows what car I drive or what I do for a living, or if I’m homeless. I’m just a cock and a cunt for everyone to enjoy. Kevin was getting his cock sucked. I went over to watch for a minute. His KS lesions were beautiful … I had never seen them before. I reached over to stroke one of them, and Kevin said, “You know you want to lick it, go ahead.” I bent over to suckled one of the bigger ones beneath his pecs. The imagery of this physical manifestation of his disease was so erotic. As I was worshipping Kevin’s lesions, I felt a cock slide up my hole. “I said, “Oh fuck this is hot!” Kevin said, “Yeah, Mateo is sharing his med resistant strain with you, enjoy the ride.” I was content to continue this all night. Teddy came back over and asked me if I was ready for my blood slam. I said, "Hell yeah!" He asked me to follow him to another room in the house. As we walked, I could see a lot of guys had Band-Aids on the inside of their elbows. Pretty cool to see so many guys want to speed up my conversion. Teddy put a tourniquet on my bicep, just to make it easier for the IV catheter to slide in my vein without a lot of blood leaking out. He slid the catheter in and taped it down. I asked, "Is it okay to mix blood types?" Teddy said, "Here's our secret: I have the invite list and I know everyone's blood-type. I pulled blood from fifteen guys, and was sure to keep the compatible ones separated. You're getting seven toxic loads that won't cause a problem... other than AIDS. And don't leave before I fuck you. " I asked," Am I getting your blood? " Yes, we're compatible. Blake? Yes Justin? No Brad? No Mateo? Yes Kevin? Yes... and four other guys. Nobody but you and I know who they are. Oh, Andrew and Mike are compatible." We got back to the group and Brad said, "It's blood slam time guys. We have three syringes, who wants to do the first injection? A group of guys were standing around me with a couple of them feeling me up. My cock has been rock hard the whole time ... And not going down soon. Blake grabbed a syringe and Teddy helped attach it to the IV catheter. Teddy said, "Not too fast." Blake started the slow blood slam at the same time I feel a huge cock slide up my hole. An arm wrapped around me, and I saw the KS lesions. I'm getting Kevin's blood and toxic cum. Talk about sensory overload! Blake finished the first blood slam, and Mateo started the second syringe. Blake said, "This is so fucking hot... I wish they could have done it for me. You're going to be toxic in no time. I can't wait to get your strain." Mateo finished the second syringe, and Mike said, "Rik is my college roommate, and I'm not officially poz, but I would love to inject this slam!" Teddy hooked up the last toxic syringe and said, "Nice and slow... Mike, don't you wish you had done a slam too?" Mike nodded his head and said "Yeah, big time." Once Mike finished the blood slam, Teddy said, "Let's go back to the pool area and I'll get this IV out of you, and give you my personal donation." We walked back outside and Andrew was getting fucked by Mark with the HIV+ tattoo, which was so hot to see. I laid down on the cushion and Teddy pulled the IV catheter out. He put a Band-Aid on my arm and said," It's time you get my poisonous load, stud." I lifted my legs and said, "Please infect me." He didn't need to be asked twice. His big dick slid easily into my gaping cunt. He was in heaven. "I love sloppy 2nds... and even tenths. You're so wet... You feel amazing. I’ve wanted you to convert for so long … you’ll be a great gifter." As always, Teddy gave a great fuck. It was even hotter knowing his infected load was going to contribute to my disease. He sped up his fuck strokes and I knew he was getting closer to blowing his load inside me. I said, “Give me the fuck flu, stud.” And with that he shot a big load deep in my guts. Teddy pulled out of my messy hole and said, “To be continued.” Still lying out on the deck, Andrew brought over waters for Blake, Mike and I. We were talking about hot amazing this night has been. Brad and Justin walked over and said, “Anyone thirsty?” Mike and Blake said, “Sure,” and the four of them headed to the deep end. Andrew came over next to me and gave me a kiss. We made out for a little bit then he sat on my abs to play with my nipples. I said, “You have such a hot furry body. So goddamn sexy.” He said, “I love your veins, they pop almost as much as long-term wasted guys. You could be poz already … I find that incredibly hot.” He started grinding against my cock which was amazing. I could feel his wetness ooze from his crotch. Andrew said, “I’ve only been fucked in the ass tonight, but I want your uncut cock up my cunt.” He reached down and slid my cock up his cunt. Holy fuck he felt great. I rubbed his clit while he rode my cock. It wasn’t long before we came at the same time. Andrew climbed off me and said, “Let me know when you convert, I want your next load in me to be poz.” To be continued

I hope everyone reading this is doing well...in all ways. Physically, mentally. I also hope you never think about killing yourself. Once you consider suicide as an option, that idea never goes away -- it stays there in your brain always, festering and waiting to claim you. 2002 It had been a very year for me. I'd lost both parents in the span of six months. I was an orphan at the age of 30. My older sister and I were not close. I hated my job so, so much. I worked for a software company and always felt inept at it. I didn't like the 'dudes' in my department. They talked sports and tits and cars, while I had nothing to add to any of those topics of conversation. I just existed. Before I get too far into this pity party, I'll tell you that I did indeed try to get help. My employer offered three free sessions with a mental health professional of my choice. I gave it a shot. The first doc immediately put me on Zoloft after only talking to me for twenty minutes. I started taking it right away because she'd said that it works quickly for the people who need it the most. I had crazy nightmares, but never felt any happier. I went to a therapist who worked out of her beautiful house that always smelled like incense. She was a stylish hippy who had candles and crystals all over the place. You know the type. She listened to me talk about my unhappiness for 50 minutes while she took notes. She interrupted me a few times to ask questions...and also remind me to breathe. Breath was a big deal for her. It was her assessment that I was in too big a hurry to be born. ?? I guess she meant that my soul had cut in line to make it to this "earthly plane". Dear God. Seriously? During the next session, I told her I had nothing else to talk about and just wanted to die. "Suicide? Are you talking about suicide? If you kill yourself now, you'll have so much work left to do at the next level." Ugh. Whatever. I was so done with this shit. My little foray into therapy was over. My best friend in the world was my big, black cat "Knuckles". He was tough-looking, but very affectionate. I'd miss him. An old neighbor lady was also sort of my friend. Delia. She was our block's eye and ears and knew everything that went on. Knuckles loved her because she always smelled like cooking when she'd come over with brownies or fresh bread. I'd give my cat to her...yes. She had two cats already and Knuckles would be the boss. That's pretty much all I had to take care of before dying. I'd read enough about suicide to know that the way you slit your wrists was to drag a knife lengthwise in a bathtub full of warm water. The only part of that that concerned me was the condition my body would be found in. I'd be discovered in a pool of cold corpse soup. Gross. I sure didn't want that picture in my head. No. I'd just do it my own bed. I didn't cut deep enough. I just stained my sheets and mattress with blood...and got some wicked scars to show for my efforts. Another failure to add to my long list. I missed Knuckles, but Delia assured me he was loving it over at her place. "He is the man of the house! Why are such dark circles under your eyes?? Better go get a flu shot. Winter is coming...and it's supposed to be a bad one this year." She kept bringing over food because she said I was too skinny. And then the holiday season was upon us. Fucking hell. The last incentive I had to stick around was gone. This ghastly season of mirth was something I just couldn't bare. Delia was right...the Winter moved in early and harsh. It got below freezing almost every night. I'd read that about a dozen homeless people in my city died of "exposure" . Hypothermia. Would that be such a bad way to die? I'd been cold before. Really cold. That's it! I'd just go outside and freeze to death. No stains or scars from that, right? It was a decision. The news said we were in for record-breaking temperatures along with snow. I remember my dad saying "it's just too cold to snow." I guess that was another one of those Farmer's Almanac myths that wasn't true. I'd taken a week of vacation and gave Delia a bottle of wine as an early Christmas present. And then I felt the excitement of adventure. I decided not to make a ceremony of the evening. I'd just do normal stuff and then walk out into the cold. I couldn't handle TV right now. The holiday commercials just made me angry. I watched "A League of Their Own" on DVD. And I drank booze. People think that imbibing alcohol warms you up, but it's a trick. You might feel warm, but you're actually more vulnerable to cold temps. There wasn't much traffic on my street. It was already at ten below zero outside. I'd already planned on what I what I'd wear. Jeans (with my I.D. in my back pocket), a loose shirt and ball cap. I took a coat because somebody might see me walking around under-dressed and call the cops or something. This was a weird neighborhood...mostly retired people like Delia. I don't even know how late it was, but almost none of the houses had lights on. A few places had Christmas lights up. Damn...it was supernaturally cold and there were already a few inches of fresh snow on the ground. When did that happen? Tonight? You know when people say 'chilled to the bone'? I knew what they meant now. My bones were cold, and it didn't help that I had almost no body fat. A few blocks away was a little cemetery surrounded by an iron fence. It was old and there was no more room for new tenants. I walked among the stones and thought about watches. My dad was buried with his beloved pocket watch...was it still ticking? I wondered if any watches beneath my steps were still keeping time. Probably none. I was feeling so tired. I needed to stop and rest. This was it. My final stop. The snow made a nice pillow, and I remembered to remove my cap. You really do lose a lot of heat from your head because the brain stakes all the claim to your personal temps. And then your major organs stake their claim, leaving your extremities bloodless and frostbitten. Oh whatever. The snow clouds had obviously passed because the stars were bright and doing their twinkling thing. I'd read that you start feeling very warm when you're about to freeze to death. It was time. I unzipped my coat and waited. It was hard to see the stars...maybe my eyeballs were icing over. OK. Probably too late to back out now. I might have slept a little after the promised heat embraced me. Good-bye. "Hey! HEY!" Somebody with a deep voice was interrupting this. They'd go away if I kept my eyes closed. "Not now, Knuckles." "What? You're going to die out here! Get up." I was listening to all the ticking watches underground. "Okay. I'll just carry you. Damn, you weigh almost nothing." Knuckles had become a human and had come to take me out of the cold. He was warm and I stroked his fur with my numb hands. I'd missed him so much. And then were out of the cold. Somewhere new. Was this where Knuckles lived now? It'd be nice to sleep next to my cat again. I woke up a little and felt burning on my face, ears and fingertips. A large bearded man with black hair was holding me underneath a smelly blanket. His body gave off all the heat my body and craved. I didn't know who he was, but he his snores were almost musical. Where was I? It was a concrete basement with a few fluorescent ceiling lights. There was a large standing freezer with some plastic bottles of water on top. I was thirsty and moved to get up. "Where you going?" He'd woken up so fast. "I needed a drink of water. Where am I?" "Those bottles are full of melted snow. Help yourself." I did. "We're in the basement of 'China Don's'...on 75th street. A buddy of mine will wash dishes here when it opens in a few weeks. There's no heat, but it's not so bad. Out of the weather at least. Where did you think you were?" "Purgatory." "Sit back down and explain yourself." He was a mountain of a man. I hesitated to approach him for a second. I sensed he was good, but maybe my brain was still frozen. I knelt down on the pile of blankets and tried to think of what to say. "My name is Terry...I was out for a walk." "On the coldest night of the year? Are you mental? Be straight with me, Terry." "It's embarrassing. I guess...well, I was ready to die. I guess." He thought for a few seconds and then shook his head. "I not only saved your life -- I saved from an eternity in Hell." "I don't believe in hell." "It's there whether you believe it or not. Judging from your clothes and hair, you haven't been homeless very long. Right?" "I'm not homeless." "What?! You have a place to live? With heat and running water and a bed???" I felt like a complete moron. "Yeah. I've got a house about ten blocks from here." "What happened? Why? Never mind. Let's go there now. Please?" Well, I owed him. I wasn't too sure I could walk very well. I'd really done a number on my body with this 'attempt'. We climbed out of the restaurant's upstairs windows and it was still so cold. "How long have you been out on the street? Also -- what's your name?" "I go by 'West'. I've been homeless since May. It all started when my wife accused me of raping her. Can you believe that shit? How can you rape the woman you're married to? We were both naked and in bed. She threw me out, called the cops and everything." "Wow. I'm sorry, West. Did you have any kids?" "Nah. She never trusted me because I kept cheating on her...with hookers. It was an addiction. I liked to do all kinds of stuff she would never do for me. I am wild in bed, and fuck hard. Hookers don't care what you do as long as you pay for it." "Wow." That's all I could say. "That ain't even the worst of it. Once I ran out of money, I was always finding places in the shadows to jack off, and that's when some gay wandered over and offered to suck my dick! He took my cum..and hookers never did that. He even gave me fifty bucks afterwards. That's when I started fucking guys exclusively -- they never cared how violently I gave them my big dick. I would tear them apart and they'd still want more. Ever been with a fag, Terry?" "No. I am a fag too." The censor in my brain must have frozen to death. I'd never admitted my secret to anyone. "That why you wanted to kill yourself? I'm sorry for saying 'fag' That was rude." "It's okay, West. I try to hide it as much I can." "I'm sorry again. I met one rich old gay man who paid me really well for fucking him. He sucked me all the time too. I sometimes slept at his fancy condo and he'd give me money, food and cigars. But he wanted to fuck my asshole, which I could never even imagine. It wasn't so bad and he paid me well each time..I miss those cigars, but I still have the last one he gave me." "The last?" "Yeah. He was always coughing and sick. He just vanished one day." "Think he had AIDS?" "Who knows? Is your house close?" "Yes. This is my street." Delia's lights were all out. At least she wouldn't see me bring home some giant man in the middle of the night. "I left it unlocked...which is good because I don't think my hands can find my keys now." We blustered in and let the warmth cover us. West looked around. "Show me around." He peeled off his coat and at everything like he was videotaping it with his brain. I turned on a few lamps. "Wow! It's like Bermuda in here, Terry!" I's forgotten that I turned heat way up before I left. I figured I'd never pay another bill, and my next of kin would owe the power company. My sister and her rich husband would have to take care of it. "I can turn it down." "No. Not yet. Your TV is huge! I miss watching hockey. I used to play it when I was a kid. I had to quit when I couldn't find skates in my size." I showed around my little house. My kitchen was tiny. Delia always called it my 'one butt kitchen' because it wasn't big enough for two people to cook. The messiest room was my 'office' where I kept my computer and drawing table. There were a lot of empty cardboard boxes too. Both of my parents had gone through the depression and hated throwing things away... I guess it was genetic. I almost explained all this to West, but I was unbelievably tired all the sudden. West was very close to me as I gave the tour. I could smell his strong body odor. "This is the spare bedroom." It just had a twin bed and a floor lamp. "Show me where you sleep, Terry." My bedroom was pretty plush. I'd spent a fortune on the mattress and bedding because I had always had trouble sleeping. It was a queen-sized bed that Knuckles and I had shared for several years. God, I missed that cat. "Only room left is the bathroom." "Yes. I need to use that now...if you don't mind." I showed him the room and West immediately pulled out his fat dick and started pissing in the toilet. "Ah. That's better. Can I take a shower too?" "Absolutely. I'll get you a fresh towel." "I need some other stuff too. Any chance you could give me a toothbrush, a razor, nail clippers and some deodorant?" Yeah. I had all that stuff in the hall closet. "Want me to wash your clothes?" "Well....not when I am in the shower, Why don't you rest now...I need a good long, hot shower. Go lie down. We're going to have a party to celebrate you still being alive." He said all that as he removed his grimy clothes. He was naked and probably noticed that my eyes were all over him. His dick was very big, but looked average-sized on his huge, hairy body. "The toothbrush is new and the towel is clean. Go ahead." I picked up his clothes and shoes and went to put them on top of the washing machine. His boots were very worn and comically big. I found that I didn't mind the smell all that much. The warmth of the house had activated the odor. I really needed to lie down now. I'd made my bed this morning -- habit. It was so warm that I just napped on top of the covers, listening to the shower running. Waterfalls. I slept deeper than I thought I would, and emerged from the dreams a little when I heard the shower shut off. I was finally awake enough to listen as he brushed his teeth. For a long time. I took way too much for granted. As I was getting up off the bed, West walked into my room. "Hey! Did you get a little siesta? Damn! You have great water power here. I'm guessing you don't have any clothes that would fit me. I don't mind being naked if it doesn't bother you." "It doesn't bother me." I might have said that too fast. "I think I have a robe my mom gave me that's too big for me. Hold on." It was huge, but West could barely get it over his shoulders. "Sorry." "No problem. Let's get the party started! Wake up! Come be a host, Terry. We're celebrating your life now." OK. Yeah. Sure. I was strangely glad to still be alive. "Want music or TV?" "Both! Got any booze?" I had more wine, but just one and a half bottles. He was probably hungry too. All I had was microwave popcorn. I put it in and went to turn on the TV. I plugged my ipod into the stereo and then I was out of chores. I brought him a glass of wine and settled next to him. "Want a different channel? Different music?" "No. Are these your top songs in order? Your favorites?" "No. It's on 'random' now.'' "The songs are happy...but you aren't a happy man. I don't get it." He'd put his huge bare feet up on the coffee table and had his hands on his crotch. He might have an itch...or was working his dick into a hard-on. He was making himself right at home. "I can wash your clothes now." "Not in the middle of a party! I can wash them myself tomorrow. Do you work?" "Yeah, but I'm on vacation for the next five days." "Vacation? Like a paid vacation? You have a job that gives you paid vacations?" Um. I guess I did. "I hate my work. Hated it from the first day." "But they pay you enough to afford this nice house and awesome TV...not to mention heat and running water." I had to admit that he was right. "Want another glass of wine, West?" "Wine, yes. Glass, no....just bring the bottle. I still can't get over how good the warmth feels!" He was stroking a huge boner. I went to get the other bottle with a homeless man's big dick in my brain. I was never good at working a corkscrew. Shit. I managed to get the cork out somehow. By the time I came back to the living room, he was beating off vigorously. "Need a minute? I can leave you alone to finish." He stopped and let his hard dick rest against his stomach. "Sorry. I just feel so horny right now. I haven't been fully nude in a long time." We passed the bottle back and forth. My own sips were small, but his were lusty and long. His erection didn't diminish. "Want me to see if I can find a hockey game? I've got, like, three or four sports channels." "Nah. It's almost four in the morning. There won't be anything on...just football talk shows. Why don't you move closer to me? Is this scaring you?" He grabbed his cock and looked directly into my eyes. I got up and sat right next to him. "No. It's beautiful." Did I really say that? He ran his thick fingers through my hair. "Beautiful? Really? Think you could suck on it?" I could. Absolutely. I was going to hesitate, but his hand was on the back of my head, moving my face to his lap. I went with it, operating on pure instinct. West was cut, but there was a nice amount of skin at the base of his wide head that I was now tasting. Soap. He had the flavor of soap. I was amazed at how much I liked having a dick in my mouth. My own penis was fully hard in an instant. His hand kept pressing me downward, forcing me to put more of it in my mouth. He'd hit some spot in my throat that made me gag. "Sorry. It feels so good, Terry. Don't stop." I could handle about half of it, and just did what I could. He'd put his feet on the floor and was using his hip muscles to thrust upwards. He tried not to hit my gag spot, but couldn't help but try to go deeper down my throat. I felt the wine in my stomach want to come back up. I fought it and took as much of him as I could. "Oh. Yeah. I'm almost there. Swallow it please! Will you?" Oh, I would. "YEAH...Here you go!!!" I felt the organ throb violently between my lips. Thick, squirting semen spread over the taste buds on my tongue. I'd remember it for the rest of my life. Man Seed. "Wow. I don't remember a better blow job." He removed his dick from my mouth and wiped the slime and last drops in my hair. "Holy shit. Drink more wine, Terry. I don't want to taste own dick in your mouth when we kiss. Yes...we're going to kiss." Kiss? Really? Kiss a man? I picked up the wine bottle and reluctantly washed his cum away. "This is such a comfortable couch." "Want to sleep here? I can get you a blanket and some pillows." "No. We're going to sleep in your big bed after we finish the wine. What it is this song? It's SO you!" It was called 'All I Am' by a forgotten band -- Dada. I nodded and glugged more wine. Would he want to do more in bed? Was I ready? He said he he was 'wild' when it came to sex. He'd raped his wife. He might have AIDS. "Let me turn off everything first." "Not the music. It's so perfect." Naked West stood up and went to my room while I shut off the TV. I took my time as I thought about some stuff. He wanted to kiss. And fuck? Like, in my butt? I had nothing left to do but go lay down in bed. He was naked on top of the bedspread. "You can maybe turn your heat down a little. And then I need a favor." I turned down the heat to 70 -- which is what I usually kept it on. OK. Deep breath. "It'll cool down more. This is a drafty house." "Fine. I actually need you to do two things. First -- take off all of your clothes. I want to see you." I did. My fingertips were still a little sore. We were now two nude males in a bedroom. "And -- I know this a lot to ask, but can you go get the clippers from your bathroom sink and trim my toenails? It's hard for guys my size to bend that way. You don't have to." "I'll do it, West." I had a toenail clipper in my dresser drawer. It's a weird chore humans have to do every so often. I knelt at the foot of the bed and went to work. His feet had hard, yellowish callouses, but weren't in such bad shape. I did as requested, my job. I clipped his toe claws as he drifted off to sleep. He needed care. I needed to care of him. I finished up and watched him sleep with my his toenail clippings in the palm of my left hand. Those snores I'd heard earlier resumed. How long ago was that? Well, I guess the kiss was delayed for now, ass well as the sex -- if he'd even wanted any. I carefully got into bed beside him, pulled up the covers and closed my eyes even though I'd left the light on. At one point, I woke up with his big, furry arm wrapped around me. His famous boner was poking me in the thigh. Still snoring. I was also aware the light of dawn was beginning to make it's pale blue presence known behind the blinds. I also a tiny tuft of my cat's hair drift though the air. God, that animals shed a lot. A hundred years from now, there'd still be traces of him in this house. I thought of Knuckles as I went back to sleep. "Good morning!!...well, technically it's still morning." It took me a minute to become fully awake and remember the situation. "Sorry I went to sleep on you so early, but this mattress is so comfortable. I'm going to kiss you now." "Yeah. Can I go brush my teeth first?" He climbed on top of me and our faces were so close. "No. I'm taking over now. You owe me." I guess he was right. His beard was soft, but a somehow little abrasive as he devoured my whole face. I'd never been kissed before, but this was an advanced lesson. West aggressively pushed his tongue into my mouth and I felt his spit mix with mine. I knew I should enjoy this, but I'd never really learned to give in to another person. I'd always been fiercely independent. But now a big man was in charge of me. The weight of West's giant frame left me powerless...I was in for a ride. I wrapped my arms around his broad back to let him know I was liking this. He responded by raising himself up a little and poking his hard penis between my ass cheeks. OK. I could do this maybe. "There's a few ways we can do this, but I want to see your face as I impregnate you." This man had raped his wife...and probably had the AIDS virus. I just didn't care about that now. The good thing about being a virgin is that you can let a more experienced partner take the lead. He did. Oh, did he ever! His dick was trying to pry my hole open. "Ow! No! Get it out!" "Shh. It'll hurt at first. This will take a little time because you're so tight and I came a lot last night. I'm going to enter you fully and I don't think I can go slow. Take a deep breath." He rammed his whole tool directly up into my insides. "NO!!!" I'd fallen out of a tree as a little kid and broke my arm. The pain I felt now was so much worse than that. I thought I saw flashes of light in my brain. "Goddamn. buddy! This is great! Ahhh...I am loving this!" I guess there was no point in screaming anymore, and my muscle tension was probably making this worse for me. How do you relax when it feels like someone is stabbing you in the ass?! Endurance. I tried to love the idea of what this would like as a porn movie...this big guy's ample ass moving up and down on top of a smaller man. I'd watch it. "Yeah... You are so big, West." He seemed surprised that I was saying that and also that I had grabbed his butt. "Good. Keep touching my ass. Just like that. OH! I'm going to make a baby with you! I..." He was crazed with lust and pleasure. His thrusts got more intense. Faster. "HOLY SHIT! I'M CUMMING NOW...NOW!!!" All I felt was a tearing pain, but I imagined his semen shooting inside my body. Maybe it had a disease in it.... He stopped moving. I was guessing it was over with, but his dick stayed hard. He started to piston in and out again. "Just working it in deeper, Terry. You like that?" I did. I kinda didn't want this to end. I would be someone new as soon as I got out of bed. Does that make sense? But he was done and got out of bed. "Stay still a while. I tore you up down there and you're bleeding like crazy. Rest. I'm going to clean up and make some coffee for us." He left the room as I wondered if I was really hurt that badly. He stepped in the shower for a few minutes. I listened to the water and also to my thoughts. I might have snoozed a little. "How are we doing in here, little friend? Who is 'Knuckles' by the way? You kept saying that in your sleep. Here's your coffee. Need help getting up?" No. Or wait. I felt like I'd been a car accident. "Yeah..just for a second." He grabbed my hand and steadied me on the floor. "Go clean up a little. I'll clean this mess up." I stepped in the shower and washed the blood off of my legs, ass and crotch. Damn, I was sore. I could be normal. Gay guys did this all the time, right? I put on some sweats as West came to check on me. "You feelin' okay? Come out here. I couldn't figure out the remote." I limped out to the front room. Damn, my ass hurt! Wow. I suppose I was ruined now. West was still nude and getting comfortable on the couch as I found an old movie channel. "Hungry? I have some of those Jimmy Dean breakfast sandwiches I can nuke for us." "Sounds great...we can't exactly go out to eat. I have no clothes." I made his breakfast and watched him eat all eight sandwiches. I had no appetite just now. "Let me go wash your stuff now. Want me to put your shoes outside a little while?" "Nah. It's too cold out there. Spray some air freshener in them maybe. Or deodorant." I put his grimy clothes in the washer and wondered if they'd disintegrate once hot, soapy water hit them. Once the cycle started, I joined West in living room as a new thought was entering my brain. "Hey. Can I ask you something?" "Sure. What?" "It'll sound weird...but do you think we're dead?" "WHAT? Why would you ask that??" "I just feel so different now. What are the odds of us finding each other at night and surviving bitter cold? I don't even have frostbite. Nobody knows what happens when you die." He thought for a second. "If this is what death is like, I'm not complaining. Are you?" His clothes were finished and ready for the dryer. And then a shadow passed in front of my kitchen window. Mailman. I put on my coat on to go retrieve the bills and junk catalogs, ads. It was so insanely cold out. I stopped midway across the front porch. Right in the corner was a little, shivering kitten. He was so small, but had a thick coat of long black fur. I forgot the mail and scooped up the kitty. How was he still alive? I rushed him inside to get warm. "Look!" West was incredulous. "A baby cat? This time of year?" The warm house seemed to revive the little creature and he started mewing. He also purred a little. He looked just like Knuckles when he was a kitten. But Knuckles was fixed so this couldn't be his son. "He's home now." "We all are, Terry."

Five of us raised our hands: two of us neg guys and three biohazard guys, including Blake. Teddy said, "I'll get them prepared, you guys go in for the meeting." Turning to Blake I asked "You've done this before?" "No, but I want to you to get as much cum of mine as I can." I gave him a kiss and said, "Please do your best to poz me." Having over heard our conversation while passing by, Mike commented with a smile "Save some poz cum for me too!” A couple of nearby guys added "Don’t worry, we’ll help!” The Conversion Club was apparently the perfect place to ask for what you want from guys who could give it to one. The Conversion Club assembled and Brad and Justin addressed the 20 guys in attendance. Brad opened saying "I've greeted you already, but again, thank you for being here. As you can see our club is growing, and we have you guys to thank for that. What we're doing is pretty amazing, and I'm thrilled you're on the journey with us. Congratulations to Mark and Nate. Their conversion is complete. Nate didn't get the fuck flu ... " (The crowd boo'd and then laughed "...and we just about lost Mark, but the Conversion Club took care of him here, and with some IV fluids and some meds. Now he's here ready to breed and seed. They returned a couple weeks ago from their visit with Zak in Chicago, who did his typical great work on their tattoos. Because Mark rolls a little different, in addition to the standard biohazard tattoo above the cock, he has one that says "HIV+" on his chest. Hopefully we'll get the next group out to see Zak in the next couple of weeks. We have these tattoos because we appreciate being poz and have pride in our shared disease. We are all stronger together because of them." There was a door knock, and Brad left the room to take care of that. Justin stepped up and continued saying "We have two of the three inductees here. Hopefully the third will be here soon. We also have a special guest here. Kevin, can you come out?" A massive 6'6" guy, came out to join the group. Tall and lean, he must be a long-term survivor, as he has the sexy sunken cheeks, veiny arms and legs and wasted ass. So sexy. He had is biohazard tattoo over his cock, like most everyone else except me and Mike, but also had one on his arm. But the most erotic feature of Kevin was his KS lesions, scattered over his body. "If you've not met Kevin, he pozzed Brad and me. This kinky stud throws a great fuck and you're going to love him if he's not fucked you before." Kevin's presence kicked up the erotic energy in the room, bringing several of the guys fully erect ... me as well. The thought of having him in me was too hot and got my cock stirring even more than it had been. Brad returned to the room with the third inductee a twenty-something brown-haired cutie, with sexy scruff and a hairy, athletic body. Other than his good looks, his defining feature was the lack of a penis ... a sexy FTM transguy. Brad said, "And everyone is here. This is Andrew, everyone. Like a lot of you, he's been craving poz cum for quite a while, and needs the help of our group to get it done. He'll get his first poz load ever here with us, and he's lucky to have one more fuckhole than the rest of us. Over here is Mike who is also taking his first poz load. If you're nice, he'll let you suck on his budding nipples while you fuck him with your hot load. If you want your nips like that, let me know. And our third inductee is Rik. Justin and Mateo were lucky enough to breed him a couple weeks ago, and I understand Blake has given him a load. He's on the FasTrack program, so if you want to share your DNA, let Teddy know and he'll draw it up. Hopefully we'll have several syringes to inject him within an hour or so. For the new folks, I hope you take the opportunity to try out as many cocks and holes as you can. You’ll see, everyone here is open to getting a cock inside them, even for a quickie. Our inductees will be bred on the pool deck, and Teddy has set up chaise lounges for everyone's comfort. He also has the TriMix available for those who want it. Given a choice, please elect to breed a neg hole over a poz hole. Also, it's hot out so drink lots of water. We recommend one bottled water for every two loads. If you’re not pee shy, guys that usually hang around the deep end of the pool will drink your piss and not spill a drop. Again, thanks again for being here. Have fun, guys!" Everyone got the message that this was the time for sexual activity. We didn't even get out to the pool before everyone was feeling everyone else up. Nobody was left out. If I was being kissed, someone was feeling my cock, balls or asshole. Many a man was fully boned, his cock either hard against his abs or slightly pointing out. This was going to be a fuck fest for the ages, and a life-changing one for me. Seeing Mike and me, Teddy approached suggesting "Let's get the TriMix injections done first so we can get started. " Mike and I didn't need the TriMix, but we didn't need AIDS either. We wanted it. Teddy injected Mike's cock first and then mine. Fuck it stung, but I felt the blood flowing into my cock already. My uncut cock was almost fully hard and my foreskin was hanging on trying not to roll down. Teddy gave us a gauze square in case of bleeding, he said "Hold that for a sec while you take your lounge." Andrew, Mike and I laid down on our chaise lounges and were given a small lube container by Brad. Simultaneously, each of us had someone to rub some lube our holes, to work some fingers inside us. The poz guys wanting TriMix got their injections next, including Kevin. The difference was Teddy let the blood ooze a little bit from their cocks. That's a sexy way of getting the ball rolling. Being the hosts of the event, Brad and Justin always got to breed first. Brad chose me and Justin chose Andrew. Kevin (and his bloody cock) chose Mike for his first fuck. It was the first time that Brad had been inside my ass, and he was a superb fuck. Such a great cock and a sexy body. Getting fucked my him and seeing the other two guys getting bred at the same time was beyond erotic. Add to that, the other guys were sucking each other or having their asses played with. It wasn't long before Justin's orgasm moans triggered Brad and Kevin's as well. All the tops were letting the us know their charged loads were being delivered, and us bottoms were begging for their loads.

Like many girls my age (I'm 34 now), I grew up spending my days in school, my weeknights working part time, and my weekends at raves and music festivals. I was mostly a 'good girl', stayed away from drugs other than weed, didn't drink much, dated boys my own age. On the weekends I let go a little bit, but I avoided harder drugs out of fears of overdose and law enforcement. When my friends dropped acid or did rails of ecstasy, I was the designated driver and made sure everyone got water to drink, and I watched as my friends blissed out. I remember my envy, sometimes, watching my girlfriends make out in cuddle puddles, rolling on molly without a care in the world, kissing and fingering and licking in the license of the drugs. 'Of course we're straight! But its different when you're high, it's allowed, you should try it!'... But I would shake my head and head to the dance floor, leaving them to cuddle in their piled fuzzy pillows in the corner of whatever warehouse the party was in. I remember the boys watching, and sometimes joining in. I remember my friend Caitlin sitting in a strangers lap, when the fuzzy throw slipped off to reveal him buried in her pink-dyed pussy hair, his fingers lazily rubbing her clit. She turned bright red as I hurriedly threw the blanket back. Later she confessed that she often fucked at the raves, slow motion couplings under the blanket, until the warm gush of cum filled her. Sometimes that was enough, sometimes she looked for a second boy. Once, even a third. Sometimes I watched caitlin after that, knowing what was happening out of sight, my fingers slipping down to my own cunt, fingering myself surreptitiously, wondering if Caitlin knew what I was doing. Of course, Cailtin's fun had a price. It was me that went to the clinic with her each month for testing, me who consoled her the first time a test came back positive, but it didn't stop her. She took the antibiotics, and kept right on enjoying herself. At the time, I didn't really understand why. I didn't understand the attraction of cum, or bare sex, I used condoms exclusively, and my boyfriends all liked to cum on my back or stomach. To me, then, cum was something to wipe up. Caitlin was my best friend. Kind of a plain girl, but with an absolutely killer body and bright red hair cut in a pixie bob. She was heavily into three things: Yoga, mathematics, and the rave scene. She went on to university, and nowadays she teaches math in college. She had a quick laugh, and a really dirty mind. We've been friends since we were nine, she knows all my secrets, and I know all of hers... In fact I was there for many of them I'm going to use this space to talk about the path I took to my current state. It was a fun journey, and I think it holds some lessons for the kinds of young girls who come to this site. Things to be avoided, things to seek out, ways to make sure you get what you want. Plus, I like to brag about how much fun I've had over the years.

I was getting ready for my hookup. It always took so long to get as clean as I wanted because, well, I just am obsessive about that. When I get fucked, I only want his juices, my juices, and any lube he decides to use coming back out of me. As I was sitting there, filling my ass with that beautiful warm water, my mind drifted as it tends to do. In a short while I would have a nice thick cock in my ass for the first time in months. I’m bi and married, so the opportunities are few and far between. The top man I was preparing for has been my steady fuck for a while now, though I knew he was getting frustrated by my lack of availability. He’d text me at least three times a week “Hey, can I get that ass?” And I’d be absolutely sick that I couldn’t just run and take his amazing cock at the drop of a hat. But, that’s the way things are. Today, though, I had some real time. The wife was out of town for the week—I’d dropped her at the airport just two hours earlier. I also had the week off, not so coincidentally. I told her I’d be getting some work done. I didn’t, however tell her what KIND of work. 'Yeah honey, I’m going to get my asshole jobbed like a habitat for humanity house' wouldn’t have been a particularly helpful response to that question. Again, though, that’s just how things are when you’re a bi bottom guy. Finally, as I sat there and expelled the last blasts of water, everything was clear and my asshole was vibing like a tuning fork. I needed cock and I needed it as soon as possible. “I’m ready when you are, sir,” I texted. “Get that hole over here now, faggot.” God how I love it when he calls me that. It makes me catch my breath every single time. Then another text: “Get that plug in you and put your pink panties on too. I love to see your faggot whore ass in pink.” I had them ready, sitting on the sink next to me. The black silicone plug was nicely lubed and I pressed it against my tight hole. My hole was pretty relaxed from the cleaning process, but it had been a while since I’d had anything inside me but my own finger so opening up was a nicely painful process. Such a relief after the widest part crested and then slid perfectly into place. Now for the panties. It was a cheap target thong, soft and cottony, I had bought the panties seven months earlier, and had worn them every time I’d been fucked in the intervening seven months - uf only for the ride over and the ride back. And I hadn’t washed them, so they still had the residue of every load I’d taken. Admittedly it’d been only eight loads, but it was still my little cumwhore trophy. I threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, slipped on my shoes and headed out. With every step and lift of my legs, I could feel the panties slide over my freshly shaved cock and balls and feel that hefty plug work my grasping hole. I was so horny I could barely see straight. It was 11 a.m. and I was en route to cock. When I knocked on his door, there was just a bit of a delay. He wasn’t the type to be breathlessly waiting for anyone’s arrival. He knew he had the power and wasn’t afraid to exercise it. With that fat cock, he knew he could make me do anything he wanted. Then, the door swung open and there he was, dressed only in a partially closed bathrobe. I could see his stout body was already shining with a bit of sweat. He kept the basement fuck room hot. Really hot. And I loved that heat. “Get your ass inside, faggot.” That was his standard greeting and it always made my dick drip instantly against my panties. And it never failed to make me hop like a trained dog. In I went without a moment’s hesitation. “Strip down now, faggot,” he said sharply, the front door still wide open. He didn’t give two fucks about if I was exposed to his neighborhood and, in that second, neither did I so off went the shoes, down went the pants, and I was out of the shirt so fast it was like I hadn’t even been wearing it. He grabbed my ass in a flash, his middle finger stabbing the base of my plug hard. “Good, you did what I told you. Now get your faggot ass downstairs.” And off I went, down into the darkened room. In that moment, I knew it would be another fantastic fuck session. I had no idea what was really going to happen. And that was probably for the best. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, and my eyes had adjusted somewhat from the daylight, I could see he had his sling ready to go. My heart skipped a beat because I’d only ever seen that sling once and I knew how merciless he was with that kind of access. My cock jumped, my asshole clenched hard around the base of my plug and I almost felt lightheaded. The thick heat made it even harder to get a good breath. While I had been taking it all in, he was suddenly in front of me, robe now gone, and his meaty cock hung there like a dark prize. “Get on your knees faggot, and get my balls in your mouth. NOW.” It was automatic for me and I was there, sucking his big sac into my now drooling mouth. I struggled a bit getting both balls inside because it had been a while and I was desperately out of practice. But, with just a little bit of struggle, in they went and my lips were fully against the base of his ball sac, his fat leaking cock laying heavily across my face leaving a trail of precum wherever it slid. Oh god but I loved this feeling. “Look at me, you little whore,” he intoned, and I opened my eyes and glanced up at his face only to be instantly blinded by a flash. 'Oh, fuck', I thought in a bit of a panic, 'He just took my picture!' My heart pounded hard in my chest. Due to my circumstances, we’d agreed early on that if any pictures or videos were taken, none would include my face. In the same moment, I felt his balls cinch up a bit in my stuffed mouth and his cock hardened against my cheek, pumping out a now steady flow of thick precum. “That one’s for me, faggot. You looked so perfect just then, I had to get a pic of it.” I relaxed and even smiled as best I could manage. We had an agreement, and he was cool. Nothing to worry about. Soon his cock was rock hard and he pushed me back from his balls. It was time to lube up that beautiful piece of meat for other pursuits. As he shoved his cock deep into my throat, he bent down, pulled my thong aside and worked my plug. My eyes rolled back in my head and I was gone into the moment. So far gone, I didn’t notice him rummaging around on the table next to us. Soon after that, while I worked his cock with my hungry mouth, he pulled up my left hand and wrapped something around my wrist. Then, the same with my right. He could have dealt a hand of cards on my back in that moment and I wouldn’t have noticed I was so focused on pulling that river of sweet precum out of his cock. After a moment, he pulled both my wrists behind my back and with a smart 'click' they were locked tightly. I’d tried some bondage play before, but never with him. It’d never come up in our encounters but holy shit did it harden my dick and rev my desire up about a thousand notches. I looked up again at him, my lips wrapped tightly at the base of his meat, and “BAM!” another flash. As the stars cleared I kept sucking happily. We had an agreement and goddamnit this cock felt amazing in my mouth. Nothing else mattered. Shortly after that, he pulled his dripping cock out of my mouth. I was panting—partly from pure lust hunger and partly because the heat in the room seemed to be rising. He quickly turned me away from him and pushed me smartly in the middle of my back so I went directly to the floor, cheek and bare shoulders against the carpet. My hands were firmly unavailable to provide a buffer and I was fully exposed, ass straight up. Within seconds I felt two more restraints wrapped around my ankles and yet another metallic 'click'! The front of my panties were now stretched from how hard my cock had gotten from the helpless sensation, and I was soaking from all the fluids leaking from my cock. As I adjusted the best I could his fingers yanked the thong aside and in a swift motion, yanked the plug brutally out of my hole. No niceties, just 'WHAM' and it was out. I saw more stars in that moment than both camera flashes combined. And in what seemed like just a millisecond, he grabbed my hips and rammed his cock into my stunned hole balls deep in one go. I would have screamed in pain had I not been stunned breathless from the harsh removal of the butt plug. My face and shoulders scraped against the rug as he pulled back nearly all the way out and jammed his cock in again, and again, and again. Each time it hurt just as much as the first, but felt just as fantastic in the same moment. He rutted at my hole like that for a few minutes and then I felt his strong hand wrap around the back of my neck. On a major in-thrust, he simultaneously yanked me upright, his mouth now hard against my ear. “I know we’ve had an agreement so far and I’ve enjoyed it as far as it went.” To punctuate that, he flexed his cock hard in my gripping hole and it felt incredible. “But I’ve found out a few things and made a few decisions.” My mind was spinning. What the hell did he mean by any of that? What was going to happe... And at that exact moment, just as I had opened my mouth to ask “what...” his free hand jammed a large ball gag into my mouth, nearly enough to dislocate my jaw with its size, and before I could even blink, it was locked into place. My mind imploded with fear. He pushed me, hard, back down and then began fucking my hole with a fury I had never felt in my life. After several more hard thrusts it felt like his cock was swelling large enough to rupture my rectum and he shot what felt like gallons of cum into me. He then dropped his full weight onto me, his body drenched with sweat crushed me flat against the floor, trapped. “We had an agreement. Now, I’ve decided to create another arrangement. Things change, faggot. Now you get to learn how much.”

I don't have a limit, however after around 2-3 loads i would need to drink some water because my saliva would just become too thick and sticky.

First time it happened this guy was fucking me in the sling and came in my ass. Instead of pulling out he shoved his cock in deeper. I was so high on poppers that I didn't think about it til I felt burning in my ass. He pulled out and shoved a buttplug in. Now I love it!

That ass was made for porn.

Yes! This reminds me of similar experience. Years ago when I was living in a bigger city I went to a bathhouse regularly. Pretty busy on weekends but slow on weekdays. I didn't know at first it was so slow during the week. First time I went during the week I was disappointed. Hardly any action but the attendant was hot. He fucked me in a room when the only two other guys were playing in the jacuzzi. When I wanted to leave after a while he just said: "Stay". I hung around until the other two had left an hour later and he fucked me again. Told me he worked on Tuesday and Wednesday. Needless to say I returned many times when he was working. Always told me to stay. He was worth hanging around. Always got at least one load from him, sometimes two if he got the chance. Never hooked up with him outside the BH. But I did know his name

Apologies for the long delay with the conclusion of this story, too busy at work and spent on other stories, enjoy! Andrew shows up at home excited with a big smirk across his handsome face, “tonight’s the night” he thinks to himself as he unlocks the door… “Hi hon I’m home” I keep quite perched on the foot of the bed, naked ass up head down my hole cleaned out, winking ready to be fucked. I hear my POZ partner enter our bedroom, “Oh yeah” there’s rustling as I look around and watch him throw off his suit jacket and tie, he’s pulling off his crisp white shirt over his head and throws it on the floor. I reach over and undo his belt, flip the top button on his trousers and lower the zipper. He frantically is pushing them and his tighty whities lower and with some awkward thrashing manages to get the whole lot off in one movement to stand naked before me, his rock-hard cock menacingly pointed directly at me. He lightly brushes his dick across my lips, and I lick the head, the shaft and then his balls knowing how much he enjoys it. Next, I feel the mattress move as he climbs up on our bed and begins exploring my body, much like our first time together, “I’ve thought about this for long time," he says, running his hands over my back and shoulders, tenderly touching my sensitive nipples for the first time with his fingertips. He pinches one of my nipples playfully. 'Seriously, though, tonight is the night I guarantee we truly become one, POZ brothers, you’ll love it, I promise babe.” My heart is pounding, thumping loudly in my chest, anticipating what would happen next barely believing I am willing doing this as Andrew rubs my naked upper body, telling me to relax but when I begin to feel his hands on my body, teasing and exploring, my cock nearly explodes there and then as I am so turned on. His tongue slowly licks one nipple in a circular motion then the other is sucked hard ending with a nip between his teeth knowing it’s all hot-wired to my cock which is bouncing and drooling pre-cum like a leaking tap. The foreplay was incredible. “Gonna make you wait for it, we’ve got all night!” I am near delirious with ecstasy as his hands caress my body, fingers pinch and pull on my nipples until they are erect, sore with a dull ache then slowly gives my smooth belly and thighs some attention but avoids my leaking rock-hard cock. Now, he is massaging my legs, up and under my ass to roughly knead my ass cheeks, I could feel my hole opening and closing by his actions...I can’t stand this anymore and scream for it. “Oh, please just FUCK ME. FUCK ME NOW!” “Wait!” is all I’m told as a response Pliantly I am rolled on to my back, pushing my legs to my chest, and delving into my ass with his tongue. I gasp loudly as Andrew’s tongue briefly flutters along my ass crack before pulling my cock back through open legs and dives in for a tongue flick of my pre-cum soaked cock lapping at the tasty gland, his warm mouth bathes my shaft from balls to tip, slurping noisily...then swallows me whole, shocked I all but flood his mouth with cum there and then! He didn’t stop, kept going, kissing, licking, teasing me with his tongue until I was all but a whimpering wreck. With my legs pulled and pinned to my shoulders, I hook my arms around my legs to hold them in place leaving my exposed ass up for grabs. I scream in pleasure as my man's tongue again oh so lightly butterfly kisses around my hole sending waves of electricity like sensations throughout my body. Now he’s sucking on one of his fingers then he presses it in my willing ring that no longer guards the entrance to my soon to be Pozzed asshole. "That feels good, don't it babe?" as he continues to massage just inside the ring, my body responds to the intrusion of his fingers scratching the tender flesh of my anal lining “Gotta get you primed for this babe” I ‘m so turned on in ways I cannot describe and soon I’m trusting back on his fingers with the ultimate goal of getting his POZ cock inside. We both grunt in satisfaction at the pleasure he’s giving. Finally, Andrew relented. "OK," he almost whispers, moves up the bed so we are face to face “Please………………………………..,” I say panting in need. “Yeah?” he said looking at me right in the eyes. “What can I do for you?” “Please, I need to feel your dick inside me, I need to feel you fucking me, I need to feel you cum, I need your Poz cum, I need your charged load flooding my hole, I NEED YOU TO POZ ME!” I was shocked to hear myself say it. I did really want him to pump me full of his virus! "Fist a kiss." Andrew said. He places his hand on the back of my head and brings his lips to mine, our tongues met, lips mash together, kissing hard passionate kisses and now he’s biting my lower lip, pulls away and nips harder, his teeth break the tender sensitive skin and I immediately get a burst of metallic taste in my mouth he pulls away with a trail of saliva following. "Yeah babe, you’re going to be OK" He said with a full-face smile. "Yes...... I need this" Our erect cocks sliding against each other. He bent down to bump his cock towards my hole. Rubbing it on my hole just makes me moan as I push out to try and get his cock to tag onto my hole I was so horny for him to fuck me. He eased his cock inside me more carefully than I expected, I scan his face for emotions groaning as he begins to fill my ass up with his thick hard cock an inch at a time. “Oh, babe” he whispers as he bottoms out balls deep inside me “Hon…” he breathed, and begins to pump in and out, slowly at first, but gaining momentum fast. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “You have the most amazing ass, a tight velvet glove for my dick to infect and destroy with my toxic load.” Toxic, The magic word…I feel his cock twitch and grow further in my chute as his thrusts pick up in force and speed…stabbing at my innards, changing directions, driving me wild as I thrash about pinned under Andrew. “Harder,” I gasp, even though I am sore. It is a trigger for him pounding against me, out of control, and begins to grunt with each thrust…I look down as best I can to see his groin push up and down on me, the pain and concentration means my own cock has shriveled to almost nothing, bouncing about limp and impotent. From a loving making love slow fuck Andrew’s pace and face has change, a stern look stares down at me like I’m some worthless whore as his granite like cock jabs in different directions stretching to taring point my delicate anal lining. Andrew cries out, “Oh, babe, your ass is sucking the poisoned cum out of me!” I push my butt up to meet his crotch, holding it in place as he gives a last incoherent shout, and again rammed against me, hold position and I feel it a hosing of hot lava bathing my guts as his dick spasmed inside of me as he shot his load. His mouth covered mine, claiming my lips and thrusting his tongue in my mouth. “Yeah, Hon, this is what you need my POZ seed, knocking you up. Don’t worry about anything, you’ll be safe, I’m with you all the way” he whispers and then switched to kissing and licking my right ear, my most sensitive place, as I melt under the onslaught on my neck and ear His rock-hard cock smashes into me for several more thrusts and is then torn out of me. “Clean my cock!” Andrew’s pink cum and ass slime covered cock is rubbed across my lips gently opening my lips as the last of his tainted cum dribbles out over my cut lip and then thrust deep down my throat, I gag, pull back, breathe and swirl my tongue around leaving his cock squeaky clean “Hon, oh, God…I feel sooooooooooooooo empty now! Fuck me again. I want more of your hot POZ cum inside of me, I want that monster dick of yours to rip me to pieces again.” “Your wish my command!” he said, and kisses me on the mouth. My hand reaches up yank hard on his nipples “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it. “Gotta do it now, gotta fuck you hard.” I could feel his cock grow hard again, hot-wired to this stimulation “Here it comes fucker,” he says ramming the whole length in to the hilt in one motion, his thrusts going wild, his balls slapping against me. “I want to watch my dick go in and out of your hole,” he said, pulling all the way out, ramming hard back in as he began to thrust more deeply. “It looks beautiful, pink Poz cum frothing out around my dick, you know what that means……somewhere up there my Poz babies are burrowing in to your system knocking you up. Welcum to the Brotherhood babe.” I pushed back against him, wanting to be as close as possible. “Do it! Finish the job Hon.” And that seemed to stimulate him. and started to pile-drive fuck me, just pure animal lust, his breathing getting heavier, the rhythmic slap of his skin against mine, balls slapping my butt cheeks, sweat raining down on my body as his dick pummels my insides, each stroke bringing him closer to climax and my infection. “Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh,” he said, the sound exploding from his lungs. “Here it is, take your second toxic load…” and he rammed into me with an incoherent shout. Again he pulls out and straddles my chest for me to clean his cock which I happily do but with half of the hard Poz rod down my throat a I feel hands scooping up the river of freshly planted cum running out of my hole and down my ass crack. “Waw therrrrrr fuck!” I try to say before Andrew forces more cock down my throat and says,

Feels good to shoot in either one.... but I would say cumming in an ass is best. Nothing better than going in balls deep, shooting a couple cum ropes in his hole and continue fucking him. Then let him suck me clean, if I cum again he gets to swallow that one!

The next day at work, I got a phone call from Dr. Woods. I answered the call and he said, "Hey Rik, how are you doing?" "I'm good. What's up?" I responded. "I know yesterday was a surprise and wasn't want you planned. Are you on board with the treatment plan we discussed?" He must have been at the hospital seeing patients, as I could hear the overhead announcements in the background. That explains the formality of his tone. "Yeah, I am actually. I guess this is something I've wanted for a while, but didn't have the balls to go for it." He replied, "Excellent. I was hoping you would be open to this. Dr. Grant and I took a look at your lab work yesterday after you left your first treatment and your immune system is really strong and can take a beating, if you know what I mean. Are you still interested in the FasTrack blood donation program, or are you going old-school?" Luckily, I have an office at work, because my cock starting getting hard over this conversation in which I was discussing willingly seroconverting, and setting a course for the rest of my life. "Yes, Dr. Woods, I think the FasTrack process makes sense for me. I'm excited to get started and earn my own biohazard tattoo." He replied, "That's great. I was hoping you would say that. I'm going to cancel Friday night, and we'll push that back a week. You will get a Club e-mail inviting you to an event the next Saturday. Three days before that, stop by the office at your convenience and see Teddy. He will give you something to suppress your immune system. It's a safe medication and it will help with the FasTrack process. How's that sound?" "That sound perfect," I replied, adding "I look forward to receiving the e-mail. Thank you, sir." "Thank you, Rik." Later that day, I received the following e-mail: Conversion Club Members - Please accept this invitation to our home next Saturday at 4:00 PM for some light refreshments and some Conversion Club business. We will have the pool warmed up for those who wish to enjoy it. (Leave the bathing suit at home. We'll have the usual clothing check for you.) Conversion Club business starts at 6:00 PM, opening with congratulations to the most recent convertees. In addition we will have three inductees to welcome, one of whom is a FasTrack participant. Justin and I look forward to seeing next Saturday. Brad Woods I left work early that next Wednesday and stopped at the office of Dr. Woods, telling the receptionist Teddy was going to give me an injection. Sure enough, in short order, Teddy called me to the back and had me follow him into his work area where he often draws blood. In a growing medical practice where private rooms are at a premium, he has an open alcove area. He pulled me close and gave me a kiss. His moustache brushed against my lips and felt really hot as, in hushed tones he asked "You're coming on Saturday, right?" "Yeah, I wouldn't miss this for the world!" "You're going to have an amazing time. I can't wait to help you with your treatment plan." I looked down at the growing bulge in his pants. "I can see your willingness to help right now." He looked in my eyes whispered, "I've wanted to poz you for a very long time. When I converted I was going to call you, but I made the decision to wait until my viral load was high enough to make a difference. Giving you my poz load and my blood is an honor." Both of us were hard, but this wasn't the place to do anything about it. He said, "Let's get your shot before I cum in my pants. Here's your Decadron shot. This will knock down your immune system response for the next week. We'll also give you a flu shot today. You might be a little achy. This will keep your immune system preoccupied so Saturday will be a success." "Sounds great. Let's do it." In the following days, I spent some extra time at the gym to make sure my body made a good impression. I cut even more fat out of my diet and went to extra spin classes to lean out further. Saturday around noon, I put my 24" colon snake, my big dildo, and some lube in the shower. I first used the douche hose to make sure my hole was totally cleaned out. I worked the colon snake up inside to confirm everything was out. Then I lubed up the dildo and rode that bad boy for a while, doing my best not to bust a load of cum. Keeping an eye on the time, I pulled out the dildo to see only a little mucus and just a trace of blood. That's perfect. Before getting out of the shower, I put some lube on my hand and worked my fingers up my hole. I've had my fist up my hole several times, and the feeling is awesome. The dildo stretched me out already, and it was fairly short order before my fist made its way inside. After a couple punches and turns, I pushed my hand out. My rosebud was pushed out nicely. Getting dressed, I looked in the mirror and got a look at what my diet and exercise plan achieved. I now have surface veins popping where they were buried before, my arms were veiny before, but you can see them all the way up my arm. My leg veins were showing and my lower abdomen veins were out for the first time. With the temperatures in the 90’s, I drove to the event with the convertible top down in just shorts and flip-flops. The sun felt good and I liked the cruising I got from guys. I arrived at Brad and Justin's place around 4:15. There were about 10 people, all of whom were already fully naked. With a kiss, Brad welcomed me to his home and showed me to the clothing check. Depositing my shorts and flip-flops in a bag, I headed to get a drink, passing Mateo, who looked sexy as fuck. Justin welcomed me with a hug and a kiss, "I'm glad you're here. You're going to have a great time. Hold the sex for after 6:00 PM. Let's get you a drink and introduce you to the Club members." This was a diverse group of guys, anywhere from 19 years old (Mateo) on up. We made our way to the bar area where three other guys were chatting, one of them was Blake. Justin said, "Guys, I want you to meet our FasTrack inductee, Rik. This is Bob, Tracy and Blake." I shook the hands of Bob and Tracy, with a "nice to meet you," and then gave a kiss and a hug to Blake, explaining to the other men "Blake and I have already met." Bob smiled and said, "Define met." Blake smiled and said, "He meant bred." Justin turned to me and asked, "So, what would you like?" "AIDS." "You'll get that in a little bit. What do you want to drink?" I looked at Blake and asked, "What are you having?" "You!" he replied. Giving a light laugh I replied "You'll get that in a little bit. What are you drinking?" "I suggest you can have a beer or bottled water. It’s important to stay hydrated," Blake commented. I was smart enough to take his hint, replying "A water sounds perfect." Blake and I made our way around the place, heading outside to the pool area where the rest of the guys were. Being the new meat, I got the once over from everyone, which I expected. There were cocks of every description ... some big, some smaller, some cut, some uncut, and some pierced. Most of the guys either buzzed or shaved their pubes. Strangely enough, I felt naked not having a biohazard tattoo. Everyone there had one above their cock, and most had one additional one. Some new arrivals were greeted by Brad, and one of them was my college roommate Mike. Holy shit ... when we roomed together, he was one of the biggest condom freaks on campus. He's a beautiful man, tall, dark and handsome. Other than his condom thing, he was a freak sexually. So fucking fun. I excused myself from Blake and went to say hello once he ditched his clothes. He was facing the bar when I approached, so I grabbed his ass and said, "Fancy meeting you at a place like this!" Mike turned around with a smile, "Rik! Great to see you." We hugged briefly and both pulled back to check for tattoos. He didn't have one yet. He was also an inductee. While Mike didn't have a tattoo, his cock was pierced and his nipples were huge ... like bigger than silver dollars and unusually puffy. So fucking sexy. "So looks like we're getting pozzed together. It'll be cool to do this with you!" I remarked. "Yeah, are you the old-school or FasTrack?" One of the biohazard tattoo guys standing around said, "You're the FasTrack one, huh?" I replied "I need to earn my biohazard bad. Hopefully I'll get the fuck flu soon." The biohazard guy smiled in reply, commenting "I'll do my best to help!" I turned back to Mike and said, "I love what your body mods. Your cock looks amazing with a PA ring. So sexy." Brushing my fingers against his puffy nips I added "And these are amazing. Holy fuck they're hot ... dude, how do I get those?" He smiled and said, "Yeah, I love them ... they're so much more sensitive right now, I can cum just by having a guy suck on them. Dr. Woods has me on a couple things to help grow them." "Wow. They're so fucking sexy. I'll talk to Dr. Woods about doing that as well." "Dr. Woods can make your dreams come true," Mike replied with a chuckle, then, changing the subject he asked "How are your parents?" "Good. How about yours?" "They're doing great. I spoke at Stanford and saw your younger brother Tom last week. He fucks like you do!" "Um ... Tommy's straight...." "Only his big uncut cock is arrow-straight, and he fucked me good. He loves my nipples ... great sex. You gotta try him." At this point my brain was racing, but had the common sense to conclude this was not a conversation to entertain at this moment, which was a good call as only a minute or two later the Conversion Club meeting apparently commenced when Teddy came through the group with a bowl of blue pills and yellow pills. "Anyone want a Viagra or Cialis? We also have TriMix injections available if you want one." "Have you ever done TriMix?" Mike asked. "No, I haven't. In fact I've never heard of it," I replied. "The TriMix makes me rock hard for hours," Mike explained. That was an easy call for me: "I'm open to everything today." "Great, let's do it," Mike responded as he gestured to Teddy saying "Rik and I will do the TriMix, Teddy." "We'll do those out by the pool," he explained, calling out to the group, "How many for TriMix?"

The next time I returned to the park, I mustered the courage to go behind the trees opposite the car park, where cars lights shined through the branches exposing all sorts of flashes of cocks and asses. Basically, behind the line of trees, you dropped your pants and let anyone and everyone fuck you bareback. I found a place, dropped my shorts, assumed the position and with poppers in hand, held onto the branches and stuck out my ass. Nervously waiting to be fucked raw by strangers I huffed on the very strong poppers.. Seriously, I lost count. I was so high on poppers I don't know how many men fucked me, a lot. All raw and bareback, taking turns, sloppy hole for use. I love being gang fucked bareback, being filled with hot cum, mouth and ass. Especially by complete strangers in the dark. Anyone can cum in my ass. I stayed for as long as I can remember behind the trees, perhaps 2 hours. Most of all I remember being bent over, snorting poppers and high as fuck, my asshole full and dripping with hot cum from strangers and other complete strangers sticking their bare cocks in me. I felt like a human sperm bank. Eventually, people had either cum or had to go home. I found myself stinking of spunk and sex, covered in sticky stuff and very high from the poppers. Alone, I pulled up my pants and staggered back to my car to have a smoke..

I've been dropping by the local abs every now and then after work, and alternating between giving head and fucking asses, and yesterday's was hot. A guy in the next booth was teasing me: rubbing me between his cheeks, running his fingers up the underside of my cock, and alternating between sucking and jerking me. After a couple of minutes, I felt him slip a rubber on me, then turned around and slammed himself on my cock. The angle was off, and I felt like he was going to break my dick, so I pulled out, stripped the condom off, and started jerking off. He reached through the hole, pulled my cock onto his side, put another condom on me, and pulled me into his ass. At that point, It felt better -- he was lined up now -- but I wasn't really getting a lot of pleasure out of it. I just wanted to get home, so I pulled out, stripped the condom off, and started jerking my cock again. After about ten or fifteen seconds, he pulled me back to his side and started giving me a mediocre blowjob, then turned around, grabbed my cock, and started backing onto it. He kept hesitating every inch or so, and he was tight enough that I'm pretty sure spit was the only lube he'd used, so I didn't move until he'd pushed back to the point that I was balls deep in him. He started sliding up and down it and alternating between saying 'no, I can't" and "oh god, oh god, oh fuck me!" Bare skin always feels the best, and when he started twitching and moaning, I blew into him. Things got real slick, real fast, and he froze. He reached back and felt my cummy cock, then started sliding up and down again. About five minutes later I managed a second load, and then I was done. I pulled out and wiped off my dick, and saw him fingering his hole, jerking his finger away, and then putting it back up and feeling the cum oozing out. By the time I was buttoned up and out the door, he had his finger in his ass and just kept saying "oh shit, no way ... no way ... he came in me." I don't know if he really was that hesitant or inexperienced, but if he was, I think I introduced him to the joy he can feel accepting the role of cumdump.

I gave Justin a "what the fuck" look. He said, "You just stay put." Mateo, the sexy nurse from earlier came into the room and smiled when he saw me with my ass up on a pillow. "I've heard a lot about you. I'm glad you're here to get pozzed up!" "Rik, meet Mateo. Mateo had the fuck flu six months ago and he's really toxic right now... shares the same strain as Brad and I. I hope you don't mind if he breeds you as well." I really wasn't in a position to say no. Besides, this kid was smoking hot. He pulled off his nurse's uniform top and pulled loose the drawstring from his pants. He must ride a bicycle a lot as the has big meaty, muscular thighs, covered in sexy fur. And above his buzzed pubes, a biohazard tattoo as well. Fuck, that is hot. “Wow! You have a biohazard too?” Mateo smiled and asked, which one? He turned around to show me the same tattoo on his right ass cheek. Justin explained, “We know an amazing guy named Zak in Chicago. He has a place off Halsted Street called Windy City Tattoo. He's prolific poz breeder and sexy stud. He's done the biohardard tattoos for all of the conversion club members. As much as I am intrigued by earning a biohazard tattoo, the raging hard-on that Mateo has right now merits more attention. Toxic or not, I need this kid's load in my hole. I lifted my legs for him, providing consent for him to add his diseased DNA to my system. For being a young guy, he knew exactly how to press my buttons. Like Justin, he rubbed his cock up and down my pre-lubed hole before sliding all the way inside me. Freshly fucked, I felt my ass juices start to ooze out, even though he worked to wipe the juices back onto his cock and inside me. Justin watched as Mateo skillfully bred my hole. He tweaked my nips for a while, but it wasn't long before he had his eyes closed, looking like he was praying to the god of all poz cocks. You know that look of sheer bliss. I was close to the same state, feeling him sliding in and out of my battered hole. While I was getting fucked, Brad and Teddy came in the room and joined the audience. At this point, I didn't care who saw me getting bred by a poz cock. This felt amazing, and I would deal with whatever it brought at another time. Brad and Teddy were getting naked as well, so they were totally into my breeding. Before long, Mateo's breaths started getting short and it was clear he was getting close to cumming inside me. I blurted out, "Come on stud, fuck me with your poz cock. Give me your disease!" And with that his cock started flooding my hole with his charged load, bathing my guts with his AIDS virus. This kid fucked me like he hated me ... it was awesome. He had a need to seed, and my hole was his infection target. I just asked for a diseased load. What the fuck just happened? Mateo pulled out and I did my best to keep the charged seed inside me. Brad and Teddy were naked at this point, and they were in a three-way kiss huddle with Justin. How fucking hot was that to watch? I managed to get up on my feet and being fucked on my back for so long. I was wobbly - and with good reason. The three guys broke their embrace and pulled me into them for a hug and a grope. That's when I noticed Teddy and Brad both had biohazard tattoos above their cocks. Teddy also had one between his shoulder blades, and Brad had another one on his arm ... which is when I figured out everyone in this exam room was poz, except for me ... and my immune system was on its way out. Brad looked me in the eyes and asked, "I hope you'll accept our invitation to the conversion club. I know this is a lot to take in, but it will be worth it ... even through your fuck flu." I looked gave a glance at these four breeders and said, "Yes, I want to be on your team. Infect me." Teddy grabbed an ass cheek and said, "We gotta get started planning where your biohazard tattoo is going to go." Brad said, "Well, I'd love a chance to breed Rik and I know Teddy does too, but we need to get back to work. So, I have a question for Rik. How fast do you want to earn your biohazard tattoo?" "Depends. What do I need to do in order to speed up the process?" I asked. Justin said, "Come over on Friday night. Clean out your hole and we'll have some fun. We will all give you a dose of our DNA, and if you are a good boy, a blood donation from all of us." We all kissed goodbye and I headed home. What took place was so fucking erotic, I just wanted to hop on Breeding Zone and jack off to some conversion fiction. But I really needed to get a workout in before I do that. I got into the BodyCombat class at 6:30 and powered through the boxing, karate and taekwondo kicks and punches. It is a great way to work up a sweat while keeping flexible and strong. There was a sexy black guy there, new to the class. His sexy body got even sexier with a sweat, and his shorts clung to his bubble butt. A couple sideways glances turned into flirting. At the end of the class I headed down to the locker room and, as luck would have it, his locker was right next to mine. Strange how the world works. I said, "Give me a sec and I'll be out of your way." He smiled and said, "Don't sweat it, take your time." I pulled my shirt off and as I was getting the sweat off me, this beautiful man stripped off his shirt and revealed beautiful chestnut brown skin, rock hard abs ... and a fucking biohazard tattoo. It didn't stand out as much due to his skin color ... and half of it was hidden under his underwear. But the design is the same as the three guys I had seen earlier that day. I found myself wondering 'Am I the only guy in town without a fucking biohazard tattoo'? The locker room was full of guys and I needed to be discrete, but I had to get more info about this. I drew up some courage and said, "I like your tattoo ... a lot." He smiled and said "Thanks, it took a lot of work. Do you have one?" "No, but I'll probably be getting mine soon. Any chance you know Brad and Justin?" He smiled and said "Yeah ... Let's talk on the way out." We stepped out to the street where it was a little more private. I said, "Thanks for taking to me about this." "Sure, no problem. Let me ask, how far along are you?" "Earlier today was the first time." "Wow. You are just beginning." "Yeah, I know. Big decision. So fucking hot." "Hey, I live a block from here. You want to go there and talk for a minute?" "Yeah, thanks. I have a million questions." "Cool. By the way, I'm Rik." "I'm Blake." We got to his place and after offering me a bottle of water, we sat down on the couch when Blake asked "Were you chasing?" "No, not at all. Getting pozzed wasn't on my mind at all. Were you chasing?" "Nope. I went to Dr. Woods for PEP after a gun came in my hole. I was freaking out and went to see what he could do." I laughed, "I guess he took care of your problem!" He smiled. "Yeah, he sure did." I asked, "How bad was your fuck flu?" Blake replied, "Dude, that's the best part of being with this club. The doctors will help you through the whole thing. You can go to their place and they'll give you an IV or drugs to make it easier ... if you want." I was surprised. "That's cool!" "Yeah," Blake continued, "I was really fucking sick when I converted, but the club guys helped out a lot. That's when your body is trying to fight off the infection, and that's when you need extra doses the most." "Extra doses?" I asked. Blake replied "You know: more poz cum. You'll take more infected loads the whole time. It's hot." I found his attitude towards seroconversion fucking twisted. Seroconverting only to take more charged loads. I loved it. In fact my cock was straining against my shorts, leaving a wet spot of precum. I couldn't help but notice Blake's cock was also rock hard. "I'm getting totally turned on." Reaching over, I cupped Blake's cock and asked, "Any chance I can taste your poz cock?" He smiled, "I'd prefer to fuck some of my charged load in your hole." I knelt on the floor and pulled his shorts off and then went directly to sucking his cock. His cock was quite large, beautiful, and, of course black. It was quite a mouthful. After working on his cock for a while, I looked up and asked, "Will you breed me? "Rik, let's go to my room. I'd love to get inside you." Tossing clothes off as we walked, we were both naked by the time we got to his bedroom. "How many biohazard tattoos do you have?" "My pubic one hardly shows, so just the one for now." I asked, "It looks so sexy on you. Fuck dude. Did you do the blood donation process, or did you do it the old-fashioned way?" "The regular way. They didn't start using blood until recently. You going to do that?" "Yeah, probably Friday night." "Too fucking hot." My finger traced his ink as I was fantasizing about earning my own biohazard. With his finger on my chin, he lifted my lips to his and we made out for a while. "I got a toxic cock here and I really want to be the one who converts you. How about I get my cock inside you now?" I laid onto the bed on my back and he crawled between my legs. "I love uncut cock. Let me taste you." He went face-down on my hard cock and played with my foreskin. He knew enough to run his tongue underneath it, in order to make it really intense. He reached over to get a little lube for my hole and then some for his cock. He slowly worked his infected cock inside my already ravaged hole. The lube made it feel great. I wiggled my ass around his cock in an attempt to get it in faster. I really wanted to be a bond with Blake. His cock, my third toxic cock of the day, started slow and easy. He was adept at leveraging his cock into my ass. His strokes were full, making great use of his huge cock. Blake fucked my hole like a master. We’d make out for a little bit but his primary focus was getting off. My hole was just a tool that enabled him to get off in. We got into a comfortable rhythm as if we were one. I whispered in his ear, "I'm begging you for your poz cum. Please infect my neg hole." And that did the job. Blake started bucking against my hole like crazy. He was a man possessed, totally focused on how to make his cock ejaculate his toxic load inside my asshole. And it felt glorious. Blake gave a deep inhale, “Oh God ... Fuck, Oh God I'm close.” “Fuck me Blake, do it to me ... fuck me up.” Two more strokes from Blake and he yelled, “Damn!!!!!!!!!” With that my ass was filled as if by a fire hose. I unmistakably felt Blake's ejaculations blasting into my hole, his poz cock shooting cum like a shot gun. It was a beautiful experience. Totally spent, he collapsed in my arms and we both went unconscious for a couple minutes, after which we made out for a while, and whispered sweet nothings, about how fucking random this was, how getting a deadly infection had brought us together, and our prospects for the future. It was awesome. Blake said, "We're a mess. Let's shower quickly. I have a steam shower. You'll love it." He pressed a button to get the steam going, and within a couple minutes it was starting to fog up, at which point he invited me to join him "Come on in, there's room for two." He turned on the waterfall shower and we both took turns rinsing the day off us. He turned off the waterfall and grabbed the soap. As the fog raised, he grabbed me from the back and started to soap me up. His big hands slid all over my body. He reached around and grabbed my dick with soapy hands and started getting my cock to full extension. Oh fuck, he felt amazing. He moved to the front of me and then soaped his hole, asking "Any chance I can get some of the last of your neg cum load? It would be an honor to take whatever you got. Please fuck me!" I've wanted inside Blake since the moment I saw him. Some guys ... you just want to breed them. In this case, I got to do just that. I worked a finger inside Blake's ass, and he loosened right up. This would be fun! I pushed his back forward to bend him over and was able to slide right in. His ass was magnificent. Definitely one of the better holes I've fucked. Since I had cum earlier that day, I needed to up my game and really work up a cum load. I hoped he was ready for an animalistic fuck, because I had no choice but to rut his hole like a wild animal. It was so fucking hot. During the whole time, he repeatedly chanted "Yeah .... Yeah ...." After a little bit, I said, "OK Blake, I gotta blow in your hot ass. I can't hold it any longer." And with that, I gave him any neg see left in my body. He got the last of it. I looked him in the eyes and said, "This was an unexpected joy being with you. I hope your cum infects me. You can be my poz daddy anytime." He smiled and said, "Just wait, with the conversion club, it'll be so easy to breed and gift poz guys. Our numbers are growing and infected loads are everywhere. You'll see." I asked, "Will you be there Friday? I'm supposed to get bred by Brad and Teddy, and they talked about the Blood Donation." Blake smiled and said, "Yeah, that sounds like a great time. I'd love to have more of my DNA coursing through your veins." With a quick kiss I replied, “I’d like that.” And with that, I headed home with visions of Friday night.

I could have saved myself a lot of heartache had I accepted male 'predatory promiscuity' (the hunting instinct) as an inevitable trait of the gay territory. All the fucking jealousies and hypocrisies and two-timing cheats! Had we (the 4 or so prior BF) discussed it, 'THE TERMS', maybe we I could have had FUN with tricks, treating all the sexual escapades like a sport! (unfortunately, some gay guys emulate the behavior of their philandering hetero fathers) Let's face it: monogamy was something pushed onto humanity by the assorted cults (religions) to create order in the heterosexual reproduction process and to 'keep peace in the village'! Arranged marriages, contracts between patriarchal clans. Love would be secondary! 'That one there, she will do! Good birthin hips!' SOLD!!!! Done deal! "Now you gotta stick with the broad who raises your brood!" Porking for reproduction! 'Sex is naughty, dirty', all that malarkey! Of course the males in hetero society (if they are slick and cunning and can afford it by higher rank and income) tend to have a 'mistress' or many of them... (nudge, nudge, wink, wink by their approving male peers) Not just to habitual flirting his homely wife sees him do, but the locker-room talk and banging her balls-to-the-wall without a condom behind the wife's back as they typically do! ...and the betrodden broad at home, is forced to condone and miserably bites her lip and keeps cooking and washing diapers... as her philandering alpha male goes about deep-sixing his champ-cock into every Louisa, Katrina and giggling goose. The giggling goose maybe 'lawfully wedded' to some sexually frustrated, small-dicked beta-gander who talks a lot about scripture but barely enjoys humping his damsel's sloppy pussy (for reasons best known by himself) and saves his meager semen production for the rare occasion when the next offspring is due. Hence his eagerly embraced belief that recreational 'SEX IS DIRTY' which fits in nicely! And these situations are when the giggling goose might prove herself as a cunning cunt with a plan! (yes, I read the following in some science paper) Apparently human nature and the evolutionary process favors big-dicked, massive cum-gushers and promiscuous cheaters!!!! A broad who gets a dribble of seed from her less enthusiastic spawning mate might quickly take THE REAL DEAL, either before or after, a cheater's champ-cock, the bigger, the better, blasting her coochie full with a gusher of cum that forces the genes of the slicker willy to the head of the cue. The beta gander prides himself of the bulging belly in his damsel although he might be raising the fruit of the alpha-cheater. Alpha cheaters typically move on to greener pastures with the hunting instinct always intact. Damsel might be in distress for a New York minute but will soon find another part-time suitor when the candles and the broom-stick won't do any more... I understand some of the GAY opponents of gay marriage: guys forcing an unrealistic society artifact on themselves, becoming quasi-neutered and overly domesticated! But what is good for the philandering gander in a gay relationship can also be good for the giggling goose! I consider my 'gay marriage' a hybrid! Simple-minded fags are confused! What are you all doing? Open relationship? Here in the DEEP SOUTH disapproving queens are quick to judge and they show their conventional roots. Mouth opens and the church-lady's tacky purse falls out, with here bible, poppers and the cell-phone with grindr and SCRUFF app wide open... Since joining the... what may I call it? The 'fearless, post-poz-scare bareback sports-fucking underground' maybe? The bare-back rodeo?? Well since 'embracing bareback promiscuity' I have learned that both my man and I, as well as ALL of our assorted play-mates have responded the same way: we are turned on by 'scoring', by 'sloppy seconds', by BREEDING and SEEDING, absorbing a stranger's cum, by dominating beta males, by anon alphas who leave their copious DNA in our prospective play-mates. We feel a liberated RUSH, a belonging to a fornication fraternity. We have left behind conventional thinking and the rubbers in the dust-bin of our past. Sure we have limitation of what turns us on and I won't list mine as not to be a downer for those who do go that route, you know, the assorted 'basements below the basement' at the sub-culture's game-rooms. But it's like a buffet: you don't have to have the frog-legs or get bent out of shape when your man nibbles at them. I'm lucky in that my man and I are pretty much on the same page. For example: one of our 'play-mates' came over the other day and played with my ass: 'stretched' it with his (much smaller than my hands) hands, so as he said "I loosen you up for the big cocks at the sex-parties". And then he took a picture (I shared it on here) My man joked: "I don't want to need adult diapers! But I'll TAKE CARE OF YOU! lol" (ps: I don't like the 'pro-lapse-scene' either) Well we both agree we like jaded cum-dumpsters! Like this guy Danny my man sometimes fucks for sport. It turns me on to know 'the kid' (as I recall him from his underaged club-days) is now a cum-guzzling cum-dumpster and we pretend to buy every hypocrisy he habitually spouts: "Are you CLEAN?" He utters as a smoke-screen to guys he randomly hooks up with, although the word is out he has been poz and he is a chronic jealous cheater. He is so fucking cute, I urged my hesitating man to "GO GO GO! Slam-dunk that punk!" when he had him on the grindr hook! Danny blew up several 'perfect unions of two fairy-tale-princes-in-a fake-happily-ever-after' relationships with his hypocrisy and dishonesty! AND one gay marriage too, and he isn't even 35 yet? My man is 30! Porked him with his fat wiener and blasted a load in his promiscuous slut-hole. I can jack off to that thought alone! The other day my man was mad at me after the trick came over to 'stretch my hole' and fuck it for an hour! Not because of the guy. Oh no, he is fine with Mark coming over. Mark is manly, married, poz and in an asexual hetero relationship. Works in construction and likes to get his rocks off; he is my 'wing-man' at the sex-parties (leads the bucks up to breed me) No, my man was mad because we 'ruined the bed-spread' with all the lube. And it's one of the 'frilly things' you really can't wash... lol

[Not particularly bareback, though there is some bb sex in the story, but hot nonetheless...] When I started on my first cycle I was about nineteen. I had just entered college the year before but had already decided that I wasn't going to try for any teams as I didn't have time for it, but I wanted to keep working out and keep in shape. My desire to grow larger soon turned into an obsession as I became a serious, albeit young, bodybuilder and worked out six days a week. I had hit a plateau and been stuck there for months. I tried everything - varying my workout, vitamins, pills from magazines and such, but nothing really worked. This guy in the gym I was talking to one day then offered me roids. I thought about it for a bit - I knew the side effects, of course, but figured if I was only on them for a little while it wouldn't be a problem, right? I don't drink or do any drugs, so my kidneys and liver seemed okay. It wasn't until I'd been on the roids for two years that anybody ever mentioned it. Taylor, my boyfriend for the last four months or so, asked if I ever thought about the side effects. I told him of the kidney and liver stuff and how I always checked out okay. "Not that," he said. "Look at your balls, man." My balls had always been a little small. I have small genitals and will admit it; it's never really mattered as I've always been a bottom. I'm okay with it, and never thought anybody really cared until Taylor said something. "That can't be good for you," he said. "Have you ever tried injecting natural testosterone?" "You need a prescription for it. I'll try to cut back, though." I meant it, too - I really liked Taylor, and if he wanted me to cut back then I would at least make the effort. The problem was, when I did I started losing mass. I'm 6'1", and went from 240 to 230 in just a week. I went back on them. Taylor said he understood, but still wished I could give them up. Once my attention had been brought to my balls I started paying more to them. The longer I was on the roids the more they shrivelled. I wasn't really sure how I felt about it, but Taylor seemed to actually enjoy that particular effect - he liked having a huge lover with a small cock, and not much in the way of balls. We lay in bed one night, him fonding me, and he brought the topic up again. "I've been thinking," he said. "We could get you a prescription for testosterone patches." "Yeah? How?" "Well, we'd simply need to prove a medical need for it. You would have to stop producing it otherwise." "I doubt I produce it now." "So do I, but we would need to guarantee it, and there's only one way we could do that." "What?" I asked the question already knowing the answer. "Castrate you." He let that soak in for a bit and then continued. "You've already essentially done it to yourself, and you've said before that they didn't do much. If you actually didn't have testicles, then you could get the prescription." "I don't know..." Castration seemed a little severe. "Ah, it's just a though. No big deal." He rolled over. I thought about it that night, and the next, and for some time. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea, but I wanted to go further. I wanted all of my more or less useless genitals gone, just smoothed over. So, one day I told Taylor. "Remember how you said I should just have myself castrated?" "Yeah." "What would you think about me having a smooth groin, no cock, no balls, no nothing?" A lump grew in his jeans, and I knew he needed no convincing. The real problem now was finding someone capable of doing the operation safely. At the time we were just looking for someone to cut my balls out - we knew my cock would be harder to get rid of so figured we'd wait on it. It took two months, but we found somebody. The guy used to be a medic in the Marines. We talked to him a bit on the phone and told him about me. He seemed excited by the prospect of castrating a guy like me. We drove down to see him. He met us at the door wearing just shorts. The guy was about 35, pretty well built. He shaved his head bare and looked like he did his body too. He invited us in and looked me over, seeming pleased. "Why don't you get naked and we'll get started?" I stripped down and he gave me a quick exam to make sure I wasn't going to have a coronary or anything when my balls came off. While he did, Taylor and I talked to him a bit. "So how did you get into this, anyway?" Taylor asked him. "Cough," he told me, and I wondered why he cared about my shriveled nuts. "When I was in the service I had to do one once on a boy who got shot through his balls. I was in him, cutting the things out, and as I did it got more and more horny. This kid was about to lose his manhood, and I was taking it from him. "Got me thinking. This kid was a Marine, the best of the best, supposedly the manliest of men, and he had no balls. Thinking about it got me horny, and I wanted to do it again. "I got lucky as hell about it nearly a year later when some boys got into a fight over something; I never knew what. My guess was a woman because one of them tried to slash at the other boys' groin with a bayonet. He got him square in the scrotum but the other kid still stood - that boy was an ox, he was - and started beating the other boy in. Got so pissed he started kicking the other boy in the crotch so hard he crushed both of his balls. "So here I come in. The boy who get kicked was treated first, and his both had to go. I was almost so horny after finishing him that I couldn't do the other boy. "I examined him and saw that he would be fine - he got cut, and you bleed a lot there," he looked up at me, "Bend over son," then just continued as he probed my prostate. "I'm ashamed to say it, but even though the boy's testicles were fine I told him they were gangrenous and had to go. "The kid took it like a man, though. I cut his suckers out and nearly came when I did it. When I left the first thing I did was go to the showers and jack off. When I got out I looked at my underwear; they were soaked in precum." He stood up. "You're good enough, boy. Come on." We followed him into the room he did this stuff in. "After that I was an addict. Anytime a kid had anything wrong with his balls, I used every excuse I could to nut him, even if I could only take one. Pretty soon, my desires changed a little." We walked into the room. It was a miniature operating room with a table in the middle, sink, cabinets, and a tray with some instruments and such on it. He yanked off his shorts to reveal his groin. Taylor and I both noted with some surprise that he had been castrated as well, but more...his cock had been mostly cut off too, leaving just a stub about an inch long, and currently as erect as a stub can get. "As you can see, I decided that I wanted to be cut a bit as well." He lay me on the table and put my feet into stirrups hanging from the ceiling, then strapped me down to the table. He stuck my cock with an anesthetic and while it went numb kept talking. "Castrating other guys was still a thrill, but I wanted more. As time went on I realized that what I was doing to these other guys was what I wanted to have done to myself. So,after getting up the courage," he was now putting disinfectant all over my cock, "I castrated myself. It wasn't the smartest idea, but I managed it and nobody found out. I took two days sick, as I was still a Marine at the time, but afterwards managed to recover quickly. I was back on my feet in a day or so, although, I don't recommend working out for at least a week." He washed his own hands and put on rubber gloves, laying out his tools while he waited for the disinfectant to dry. "The thing was, even after castrating myself I wanted more. I prescribed myself testosterone shots, and it was like nothing had really changed. I wanted more. "It took a long time, but eventually I managed to find someone willing to do it. He said he knew how to do this sort of thing, and that he had done them before. I believed him. "He put a catheter in my cock anesthitized it, then cut all the way around the base. It seemed like all was going well until I started bleeding big time. He didn't seem to know exactly what to do, and as he started to panic I had to talk him through it as I lost consciousness. "I found out later he had ended up calling a hospital. They fixed me up okay but I never saw my 'cutter' again...good thing to; I would have killed him. They asked what happened, and I told him the last thing I remembered was being hit over the head with something heavy. They seemed to buy that. "It took a few weeks to recover. I was transferred to a military hospital to recuperate and offered a medical discharge, I think just out of pity. I faked remorse - I was pretty pissed off about it, but secretly happy that most of my cock had been removed. "I took the discharge, and here I am. I still get off on this stuff, and like gelding men willing to let me." "So how many have you done?" I asked him. "I'm numb, by the way." "Twenty, maybe twenty-five. All manly men." "We are looking for someone to take his cock, by the way," Taylor mentioned. "You want us to let you know if we find anybody reliable?" "Hell yes - I want all of this," he motioned toward his mutilated groin, "off! You ready, son?" he asked me. I nodded. He started slowly with the scalpel. It hurt a little - enough to be annoying, but not really painful. The first incisions were vertical, down the length of my rather small scrotum. Once the cuts had been made, he worked out the balls with his hands. They looked so naked - like little raisins. Once the first was out, he snipped it off and tied off all the blood vessels and the vas deferens, then did the same with the other. After some quick cleanup work with blood vessels, and removing as much of my scrotum as he could safely do, he stitched me up and wrapped a tight bandage about my cock. Afterwards we sat around and talked some. Taylor got naked as well and they fooled around a little. Later, after I felt like walking, I downed a plate of aspirin and we headed out to get some dinner - I had been told not to eat beforehand and was starving. We all seemed to get along really well together, actually, and ended up making plans for a threesome whenever I healed. Heal I did, and quickly. I went on the testosterone patches Tom prescribed for me almost immediately. Within a week my cock didn't hurt any more, even when I got erect, and there was no blood in my cum. I was still a little nervous about sex, though, so waited a few more days, about to burst - no sex in a week and a half; I was about to explode. About two days later I pretty much tackled Taylor. He fucked my brains out. It felt like his cock was hitting the base of my brain, and I remembered that he hadn't had sex in a week and a half either. I even fucked him a little, just to make sure everything really was okay. It felt fine; a little sore later but no other problems. We invited Tom over for the promised threesome, and it was okay. He was really into dildos, so my ass hurt a bit after he gave me a working over. He also like to get fucked himself, so we settled on Taylor working his ass and me playing with his stub in my mouth. He really seemed to get off on the muscle trip, and when we went to standing position would have me flex while he felt it and I sucked. The testosterone patches weren't quite as good as the normal roids but worked, albeit slowly. I wore three or four at a time when Taylor wasn't looking; he only wanted me on one or two, max. What happened was that the steroid muscle slowly turned into more lasting tissue - normally when you go off them, you lose the extra muscle pretty quick. I did lose some, but with the huge testosterone boost I was getting it helped pick up some of the slack. The first time I went back to the gym after my castration I worked out as normal, in fairly snug shorts and a tank, which quickly ended up in my bag. I had shaved my body before coming and hadn't gotten to show off to anybody but Tom in the last week or so. I got the reaction I look for - smaller guys looking at me with awe, larger ones with envy, and the truly huge with more understanding. After stretching/preening a bit, I went into my set as usual. I'd lost a little from the week off, but my energy level was high so overall did well. When done I dropped my shorts and walked in the showers as usual, not even thinking about my recent alteration. I soaped up and watched the guys come into the shower after me, and gave them the usual show. I did notice more of my hair coming out on top, which took my attention for a moment. I turned around to wash my hair and then remembered: I had no balls - these guys could see that, easily, especially with my small cock! I turned back around and washed, worried that somebody had noticed. I didn't hear anything, though, so when done I wrapped my towel about myself loosely and got dressed quickly. Some of the guys I usually saw bullshitted with me, and I was pretty sure nobody noticed. As the weeks passed, I started taking more chances - showering the old way, back towards the wall for longer periods, wondering if anybody would notice or even care. I still got looks at my body but nobode seemed to see it. I figured they were too entranced by the muscle. I heard a comment about my small cock once but still they didn't say anything about the absence of testicles. When Taylor found a guy who said he could do a penectomy, I thought all that was over with. The guy turned out to be a fake, so I won a small reprieve. About a month later he contacted a guy who seemed to be for real, though. He could do the whole deal, he claimed - urethral relocation, total penile tissue removal, the whole bit. We decided to have it done in about a month, when the guy could take a vacation. I got even more bold showing off my genitals, and finally one guy seemed to notice. His name was Andy. Nice guy, probably gay, nearly as well built as me - better chest, worse legs, hot. We were dressing at adjacent lockers and he asked me if I was on roids. "Sorta," I told him. "Got patches." "Just thought I'd point it out, man," his voice got lower, "Your balls are tiny, dude." "No, they're not," I told him, smiling. "Man, I can hardly see 'em...some guys have been talking about it." "They're not small, man, they're gone." He snorted at this and then looked at me wide-eyed. "You're kidding me. You don't have balls?" "Had 'em removed about two months ago so I could get patches and go off the roids. Liver damage n' all. Here..." I whipped it out. "Feel it." He wrapped his hand around my cock and tried to feel for them. It got me hard, of course. "So you can still get a hard on?" "Yeah, the patches are testosterone so everything still works. Cum's a little weird - clear, and not much of it. Otherwise it's all the same, at least, for another two weeks." "What happens then?" "I'm getting my cock cut off." He just stood there for a second, and looked at my cock in his hand. He looked me over for a second or two, then back down, his own cock slowly becoming hard. "Holy shit." We both got dressed in silence, me wondering what he would say and silently cursing myself for letting it spill. I had kind of wanted to and kind of didn't, but now it was done. I kept glancing at him, trying to make out an expression. "Totally smooth, huh?" he finally spoke. "Yeah." Another pause. "Can I get a friend the same deal?" Andy wanted his lover cut as well. He told me they both had some fantasies about it for awhile but had never taken them seriously because they didn't think that sort of thing was possible. Andy didn't have much in the way of balls either but his cock was nice. His lover was about average as well in the ball department, but like me, had a tiny cock. He was even worse off, though - even erect it looked like all he really had was a head poking out of some skin. Andy wanted to be castrated as well but liked his cock, and actually was looking into enlargement. We contacted the surgeon and he said he could do three, just not all on the same day. The two weeks passed all too slowly. When the weekend came for it to happen we were all pretty nervous. Tom and I were sititting on our couch. Andy was pacing and his boyfriend, a guy named Curtis, was playing Solitaire on the computer. Taylor had gone to pick up the cutter from the airport we flew him into. With his two seater he had to go alone, leaving the rest of us here to get nervous as hell. Tom spoke up. "Any of you want to use those cocks of yours one last time? I'm fuckin' horny as hell." All three of us spoke up, so ended up pairing off. Curtis and Tom made it on the couch while Andy and I took each other on the floor. Andy was usually a top and I a bottom, but since it was my cock that was about to get cut off we switched, at first anyway. It was only the second time I'd fucked anybody since I'd been castrated myself. It still felt a little weird; I kept expecting to feel my balls swinging at least a little bit. When I came it felt different too - without the cum to be forced out of my testicles, the only spew came from my prostate. I'd always been aware of that feeling before, but never noticed it what with the cum spurting out. Now that I did, it felt like the orgasm came from not just my balls, but my whole midsection. It was definitely different. We swapped places and went at it again. As he kept pounding into me I decided that having my cock gone would easily be the best thing for me - much as I liked using it, being on the receiving end was so much better. Right as Andy came in me I looked up to see the door open and Taylor walk in with the cutter. When I saw the cutter, I came - not because of what he looked like but what he was going to do to me. "Looks like I've got my work cut out for me," he jibed. He introduced himself as Eric. Andy and I finished up and washed off, and Tom and Curtis soon followed. Once we were all clean, dry, and naked, the cutter had most of his stuff set up in the bathroom. We figured that it was the best place since the blood would be easier to clean. Eric was a pretty good looking guy with slender, compact muscles. Tom was going first, so as he prepped him we talked a little. He had done four penectomies so far and two straight castrations. Turned out he was a med school student. He had gotten started when a transsexual he'd met offered him $500 to emasculate him/her. He ended up getting a real thrill out of it, and afterwards the transsexual made sure he had more business. Still, he wasn't really into effeminate men and said the chance to nullify real men was way more of a turn on. I didn't get to watch as Tom's stub got removed. The bathroom was too small to fit in an observer as well as Tom, Eric, and Taylor, who was acting as surgeon's assisstant since he was the only one not getting something removed. The rest of us just watched TV naked, jacking off or being jacked as we got horny. After two hours or so Tom was done. He was way groggy from the painkillers, so we put him on my bed with a towel between his legs. He was conscious enough to know to stay there and not play with his crotch, anyway. I was next. Eric dabbed on the disinfectant and I watched his erection grow as he looked at my body. Within minutes I was lying in the tub with my legs spread, groggy and barely conscious from the drugs and trying nto to squirm from the catheter being inserted down my pisshole. I watched as the scalpel dug into my cock for the first time. It hurt, but it was an odd kind of hurt, like somebody else was the one being cut or it was my cock but far away. Within minutes I was watching Eric slide it off of the catheter and dropping it into the tray Taylor held. Taylor looked like he could have supported the tray himself with his erection. Maybe it was just the drugs, but it looked as big as I'd ever seen it. After that the drugs really kicked in hard and I drifted. I was vaguely aware of Eric poking a new pisshole out lower down but it wasn't as clear or intense a feeling as the cuts into my groin had been. Then, it was all over. Taylor washed me off while Eric left, and then he and Andy carried me in next to Tom, who was passed out. I didn't wake up until the next day. I felt like I'd had the worst hangover of my life - my head was pounding, my muscles aching, and every time I moved my groin screamed at me. Tom was still next to me. "Hey...you awake?" I muttered. "Yeah." "Did they leave us any painkillers?" "Yeah. Just a second." He leaned way to the right and grabbed a bottle of pills and a thermos. "Here. Don't take more than two." The water was warm, but it helped me get them down. After half an hour or so they kicked in. I felt nauseous but better. A glance at the clock told me it was 7. Taylor walked in. "I thought I heard voices in here. How are you two feeling?" We both groaned in unison. "You two hungry at all? Curtis and I were going to run out and get some pancake mix or something for breakfast before he and Andy get cut." I wasn't hungry, so just nodded my head. "You guys want a TV in here?" Neither of us seemed to. "Okay. We'll be back in a bit. Andy'll check on you every few minutes or so." Andy did so about ten minutes later, and that was the last time I saw him as a man with testicles. I dozed off until that afternoon, and by the time I was awake he was a eunuch and Curtis a smooth as me and Tom. We felt okay to watch TV by that point and eat a little bit. Eric was staying until Sunday. He came in and changed the dressings and hung out a little bit. I wanted to walk some but he wouldn't let me. The most embarrassing part of the whole deal was that I couldn't even piss freely. Even with the new pisshole there was still the catheter since I couldn't walk. I had to pity Taylor as he was the one to empty them all. By Sunday Andy was up and about, albeit slowly. We said our goodbyes to Eric and he made us promise to send pictures. After that Tom and I dosed up and spend the next day in a daze. Around Tuesday I was able to walk slowly. Anytime my legs rubbed against my catheter it hurt like a bitch, so I had to waddle with them slightly apart. I had enought muscle control to keep from pissing myself, though, and Wednesday the catheter came out. My whole midsection was black and blue, and Eric had left strict instructions that I was not to work out for at eleast two weeks. Andy and Curtis went home then but said they'd give us a call in a week or so if we wanted to get together. Tom stayed at our place all week until we were both moving again, then took off himself. That Saturday I could wear pants again. As weird as not having a dick was, it was weirder having the cotton of my underwear rub against it. Taylor and I fucked like crazy as soon as I felt up to it. It was really weird - I would get a very slight tightness in my groin when I should have had an erection, and then when I managed to cum, there was an orgasm but, without a prostate, nothing came out, not even the slight dribble I had become used to. My nipples got a lot more sensitive without the comparatively more powerful stimulation my cock used to give. For that matter, my whole skin seemed more sensitive. The orgasm came from deeper inside me now, instead of just my cock or absent balls. I started back at the gym as soon as I could - I had a lot to make up, what with not doing anything for two weeks. My muscles were straining for a workout. My usual admirers were there too, as was Andy. I kept noticing surprised looks when they glanced at my crotch, now totally empty. There was still a nasty yellowish bruise, but it was healing quickly. Andy seemed to enjoy teasing them, and eventually showed off his groin, with its nice cock and no testicles. Once my bruise was gone, I tried working out one day in tight briefs, showing without doubt that there was nothing down there. It was weird - when I had been castrated I worried about people finding out. Now that I was totally nullified, I enjoyed showing it off - I wanted people to know. There was the occaisional nervous comment about it, and I'm sure people talked, but this time I didn't care. Taylor seemed to be really enjoying it, too. He didn't have to bother with reacharounds if I couldn't cum before him any more, and even though I was taking the testosterone like crazy, my sex drive had decreased. Sometimes I didn't cum but didn't want to, and well, sometimes I pretty much had to attack him. Andy told me about Curtis every once in awhile. Apparently he had a hard time at first but was better now. Curtis didn't want hormones and was planning on slimming down anyway - he just wanted to be Andy's tool, used when necessary. Andy said he had been having hot flashes pretty badly and night sweats, but they had mostly disappeared at this point, and he was happy being for the most part asexual. Andy himself hadn't had any problems at all. He was still on megadoses of hormone and loving it.

I was sitting at home one Sunday night, horny and idling stroking my hard cock. Jerking off was the obvious answer, but I wanted to cum in some queer's mouth or ass, preferably after getting a few loads down my throat. I went online and checked if anybody interesting had cruised me on squirt. Nope, just a guy who'd offered to fuck me several times. No face pic, his body looked hot enough and he had a big dick. But, I got a bad feeling from him and had always turned him down. It looked like a night for Hollywood Boutique in Lake City. I posted a note on my profile and on the Hollywood page in the Cruising section. It was busy for a Sunday, several guys cruising, two guys making out and stroking each other's cocks and one guy sucking another. I went to the gay room, took a chair and pulled my cock out. One of the cruisers, an older guy, sat down next to me and showed his cock. I stroked him for a bit, then leaned over and took him in my mouth. A few minutes of vigorous sucking and I was rewarded with a tasty treat. I sat idly stroking my dick for a while. It had turned and not too many guys there. The front door banged shut and after a bit a man walked in, leaned against the wall across the room from me and pulled out a nice fat, uncut cock. I stared at the nicely hardening prick and licked my lips. He walked over, stood in front of me and stuck his dick in my face. Leaning forward I slid my tongue under the foreskin and licked precum off the head. Mmm, tasty: nice and salty, ripe and flavorful. Sucking harder, I pulled the head into my mouth and licked under the rim. I was rewarded with a little bit of yummy cock cheese. Soon the beautiful cock was fully erect and I was getting copious precum. After a bit he pulled out and sat down next to me. He leaned over and kissed me. We made out for a while and I getting really turned on. He pulled away, "I want to fuck you." "What's your HIV status?" "I'm neg, tested last month. I never bottom, haven't gotten much action lately. Last BB I did was several months ago." Mmm, yeah! "You want it bareback or wrapped?" "I'd love bareback." "I'd love to take your load." I kissed him and stood up, shoved my pants down and turned around. He pulled me to him with one hand and guided his oozing prick to my asshole with the other. I moaned as he wallowed the head around my rosebud and smeared juice on it. I pushed back and he slid his hard length into me. He wasn't all that long, maybe seven inches, but he was nice and fat. His arms went around me and he held me against his crotch, not moving. I moaned as he said "Man, you're really tight! I haven't been in this nice an ass in ages." "Fuck me hard! Give me that big dick!" He started stroking in and out slowly, then quickly banged me hard and fast. I was in faggot heaven, getting my ass fucked off by the nicest dick I'd had in months. "I'm not gonna last long," he panted in my ear. "Just screw me hard and fill me with cum! Breed me!" "Oh, yeah, yeah, cumming in your ass, breeding you, bitch!" He humped into me hard and held it in, shuddering and trembling. I seldom feel it when a man cums in me, but I felt it this time. His cock twitched in my ass and I felt hot liquid fill me. I was really turned on. I loved it when a man said he was breeding me. I knew most guys meant just cumming in someone bareback, but I was also aware of another meaning of the word. I'd recently stumbled across sites that celebrated bugchasing. I had no intention of getting fucked by a poz guy, condom or not, and had no interest in getting infected, but I'd started jerking off reading stories of guys getting intentionally infected. I'd also started cruising personal sites and checking out poz guys and imagining them fucking me raw. I'd almost shot my load when the guy had said he was breeding me. I fantasized that he was really poz and I'd just taken my first poz load. He pulled out and I sat down. He stuck his cock in my face, I sucked it in and lovingly cleaned cum and assjuice off it. Yum, yum, my favorite two flavors: cum and ass juice. Especially when it's my ass juice. After a bit he sat down next to me. I turned my head to him and soon were languidly making out. I felt a hand on my cock, looked down and saw a man kneeling between my knees. My top put a hand behind the guy's head and pushed. Soon I was getting a very competent blowjob while my top kissed me. All too soon I moaned and shot into my cocksucker's mouth. He milked my balls empty, stood up and kissed me. His tongue pushed my load into my mouth. I swirled it around for a bit. My top whispered in my ear, "Swallow your load faggot." I did so and my top turned my mouth to him and he kissed me again. "Thanks for a great fuck, man. It's been a while since I've barebacked. Almost forgot how good it was. You up for another round in a little while?" "As soon as your dick gets hard again. That was a first class fuck." "So get down on your knees and work some magic." I did so and soon was luxuriating in the feel and taste of a soft dick. It didn't take long, soon I was held tight in his arms getting my ass reamed out again. He lasted a long time; it was one of the longest, hardest fucks I had ever had. I had my eyes closed, soon I felt a mouth on my prick. I didn't feel it when my top shot in me. He humped in me and held me and moaned in my ear. I was about as turned on as I'd ever been. "Breeding you again, bitch!" My body jerked and I shot into my cocksucker's mouth. My top lowered me to my seat and once again I cleaned his cock with my mouth. Not as much cum this time, but more assjuice, tinged with a coppery taste I'd never experienced before. Soon he was kissing me again. He broke off and whispered in my ear. "Great fuck, even better than before. My apologies though; there was a little blood on my dick when I pulled out. I think I tore you up a little. Sorry." "Yeah, I tasted it when I cleaned you and I'm really sore. But, don't worry. That was one of the best fucks of my life. I'll heal." "When you do I'd like to fuck you again. We can do it at my place in Broadview if you like." "I would love to; give me your email address. I'll shoot you an e-mail." He did and we parted company. It was a couple of months before I dropped him a line. Not only was I busy at work, I also came down with a bad case of the flu a couple of weeks after he fucked me. Finally, however, I found myself in his bed getting my ass fucked. He'd asked me if I minded if a buddy of his watched and joined in. I said sure, as long as he was neg. I'd love to get tag-teamed. His buddy was black with a nice size dick, also uncut. It was one of the hottest sexual experiences of my life. It was the wee hours before I left. They fucked me three times each, the last time a double fuck. That was my first time taking two cocks in my ass at one time. It was incredibly hot, made more so by my being blindfolded. My top had fisted me before the double fuck. After they both shot in me he took the blindfold off and held up a mirror. I was amazed to see my ass gaping open and turned inside out, with cum smeared all over. The black guy licked and tongued me, another incredible feeling. A few days later I was looking around on bareback sites when I came across a link to a blog by a bareback top with a sample pic. The room where it was shot looked familiar and when I clicked on it I saw it was the room where the two tops had fucked me. I went to the blog and was shocked to find numerous stills and videos of me getting fucked. All the faces were blurred, but everything else was clear. Nothing had been said about any cameras. I wondered what else I hadn't been told. I clicked on the personal info link on the blog and saw that it was indeed the top who'd fucked me both nights. My cock was rock hard when I read his info and my stomach turned over and I became dizzy. He was poz and had been for years. I followed a link to postings he'd made on the main site and found one that offered to gift neg bottoms. He said he was off meds and his viral load was very high. The posting had been made three days before he fucked me at Hollywood. He had lied to me: I'd been stealthed. I remembered the flu I had experienced and realized it was the fuck flu. He had purposely infected me with HIV. When that realization hit my cock jerked and squirted a huge load on my belly and chest. I looked again at his postings and saw a couple in the fiction stories section. One was a detailed account of how he'd offered to fuck a guy on squirt and been turned down. One night the guy had posted that he was going to Hollywood. What followed was a very accurate account of the night, down to the exact words exchanged when he shot the loads in me. My top had very purposefully stalked me, lied to me, stealthed me and infected me. My cock was rock hard again and I realized I wasn't angry. I was afraid for the future but I was also massively aroused and realized I was grateful to my gifter. I no longer had to worry about getting pozzed, it was done. I was free to take any load offered and planned to do just that. I started to go to the personal sites where I had ads up so I could change my info but had a thought. Instead I emailed my gifter and told him I was really horny and needed to get fucked. He emailed me back and said to come on over. I replied that I'd be there soon and that it would be really hot if he had a video camera he could set it up to record the fuck, complete with audio. He said yes, he had three cams and could set them at different angles. Soon I was pinned on the bed on my belly and he was slamming that big dick in me. He moaned in my ear, "You want it bitch, do you want my load?" "Yes, I want it. Give it to me." "Give you what, bitch? What do you want?" "I want your poison jizz in me. I want you to knock me up, poz me, infect me with your AIDS cum." "You got it, bitch, here it comes. Pozzing your ass. Infecting your faggot ass." His cock jerked in me and once again I felt his juice fill me. But now I knew I was taking poison cum. My cock squirted into the bed. It was the hottest fuck of my life and the beginning of complete honesty to myself of my desires. My gifter pulled out of me and turned me over. He took me in his arms and kissed me. "When did you find out the truth?" "Right before I emailed you today. I found your blog and your post of the night in Hollywood. I had the flu not long after and realized I'd been infected. I wanted to take your AIDS cum knowingly." "Are you angry at me?" "No, I'm grateful. I just wish I had known you were infecting me that night. Is the black guy that other night poz too?" "Yes, he is and he knew we were stealthing you. What are you going to do now?" "Take as many loads as I came from as many men as possible. Probably fuck my poison jizz into guys. Although I'm not going to stealth, I'll be honest about my status." "Famous last words. You're going to find what a rush it it fucking your poz cum into neg guys. I give six months max before you lie about your status and fuck a neg guy." "Why did you pick me to stealth?" "You checked out my ad in BBRTS several times and spent a lot of time looking at pozzing and stealthing stories. You wrote several pozzing stories, including a couple where you got stealthed. It looked to me like you wanted the bug but were afraid to take the step. Been there, done that. I decided to take the responsibility out of your hands. Also, I get off in a massive way infecting other guys, and it pissed me off a little that you wouldn't let me fuck you and give you what you wanted. You were bound to get knocked up sooner or later and I wanted to be the one to do it." "Mmmm, that's hot. How about you take me to Club Z and turn me out?"

Was in Huntington, WV checked in to my hotel room. I immediately started feeling that hunger, that desire, that deep need to feel a raw cock dump a load balls deep in my hole. I loaded Grindr,scruff, and growlr on my phone and started my hunt. Growlr was most promising and started chatting with a cute 32 bear type Latino. Lots of back and forth but nothing leading to his load in my ass so I post a Craigslist ad. About 30 minutes later guy confirms he’s on his way to breed me. He says he’s 6’3”, 190#, 9” thick cock. 42 years old, thick hairy chest. Says to leave door open and be on bed. Another 30 minutes the door busts open. He walks in and is everything he said. He’s wearing a tight white T-shirt and nylon adidas shorts a size too small swinging a thick meat. He strips and I start sucking. He gets hard and tells me to get on all fours. I do and he takes his bare cock and shoves it in with one hard thrust and is balls deep in me. He leans in, bites my neck and tells me “your mine cunt”. For the next twenty minutes he give me the fuck of my life. I came three times. Then he slips out. I didn’t have time to clean out so I was slightly messy. He went in the bathroom and washed off, I took a towel and cleaned up. He came back into the room from the bath and started stroking. I thought he wanted me to suck him off and swallow his load. I tell him I’ll suck you off and he says “I can’t get off like that”. Another minute of me poppering up watching him stroke, he tells me to get on the bed on my back. I lay down and he gets between my legs. Tells me to open up I’m gonna get his load. I pull my legs up and he sinks in again raw and balls deep. He looks deep into my eyes, pumps a few times, then smiles and asks if I want it. I beg for his load, he smiles again and I feel him jet four to five volleys of load deep in my cunt. He fucks me a few more minutes then pulls out and shoves my dildo deep in my hole, keeping all his seed in me. He cleans up in the bath room and come in and starts chatting me. Told him personal best load count was four but was hoping for five that night. As he’s leaving he’s tells me “keep your door open another 30 minutes. I’m sending my brother over”. And walks out the door. I lay down on the bed with his load and a dildo in my ass. I start working Craigslist to find another load. All the sudden the door opens and the brother walks in with his cock out of his basketball shorts. He walks in, gives me a hot open mouth kiss then tells me to bend over. He pulls my jock down and starts rimming me and fletching his brothers load from my hole. Every Minute or so, he’d leave my ass and make out with me Feeding me his brothers load. After a few minutes he slips his raw fuck stick in my hole and pumped a huge load in my ass. He takes the dildo, corks me then shoved his cock in my throat I suck him and feel him getting hard again. Sucked him long enough to get a second load down my throat. Have not gotten off yet so my cock is throbbing. Every time I slightly move the dildo hits my love button. I am so fucking horny I hit growlr again. Latino bear really likes idea of giving me his load while the two others are still in there. I fill him in on my night so far and he immeidately says he’s on his way. He walks in and we start to play. He asks to fuck me. He pulls the dildo out and I can feel my hole gape as he looks at inside. I feel him stick his long fingernails in my hole and gets me begging for his cock, I get totally lost in the popper bottle and beg him for his cock and load. He obliges and within a few minutes, he pumping his cum in my ass. Pulls out, corks me, and leaves. I tried for another hour then took the dildo out, pulled the covers up, and went to bed.

I love Christmas, that special time of year when the decorations are up and everyone is so full of joy, but the main reason I love it is that because of my age, my powerful build and my deep baritone voice I get employed as a Santa, it’s a handy bit of pocket money. So that’s where this story kicks off, I was working at a small shopping centre, chortling and doing the ‘ho ho ho’ bit as countless times before as a bratty girl sat on my knee asking me for a pony, after her mother took a picture she jumped off and ran off with her mother, the next was another girl, the plain unimaginative dress and neat hairstyle denoted devout Christian or some other religion and that was further confirmed by the way her mother was dressed, however my attention was stolen away by the very cute blond teenage son that stood just behind his mother, I guessed him to be about 18 and though he was short and dressed in a very repressed kooky conservative way I could see that he would have a fine athletic physique underneath those dreadful clothes, I also saw the way he looked at my bulge. The girl sat on my lap asking for the starving in Africa to end and that peace should reign over the earth, I swear I had to stop myself from yawning as she chattered on about helping the needy, finally I realised she’d stopped, “Ho Ho Ho what lovely sweet wishes for Christmas my dear, what a good Christian you are!” as soon as I said that I could see the look of pride beaming on the mothers face “but you must wish for something for yourself?”, the girl looked shyly at her mother who sighed and nodded as the little girl became animated asking for a new dolly. The girl jumped off my lap and I turned my attention to the lad “come and sit on Santa’s lap son”, the kid blushed bright red croaking “I’m too old for that” however much to his chagrin his mother insisted and he looked so deliciously uncomfortable as he walked to sit on my lap, his eyes darting to my bulge again He sat on my knee and I tentatively brushed my fingers over his small firm round arse, though he stiffened he did not say anything so I took the lead and as I chortled “and what do you want me to give you for Christmas little man “I squeezed his little firm bum. While his mother and sister were giggling at the pictures they had taken I discreetly whispered “I finish in an hour or so boy, come back then for your present”. I saw him about 15 mins before my finish time, furtively hanging about, shyly looking away when I looked in his direction. “ho ho ho, its time for Santa to go to the north pole now, Merry Christmas everyone”, there were the usual claps and whoops, I stifled a yawn thinking ‘arseholes’ as I made my way round the side of the unit, I looked over my shoulder seeing him standing about twenty feet away, gave him a jerk of my head and went inside leaving the door open. I took off the beard and hat rubbing my short salt and pepper beard, before removing the Santa jacket and padding leaving myself wearing just the red trousers held up by braces and boots on, I scratched my stocky hairy belly as I heard the click of the door close behind him “you took your time boy”, I turned to look at him, the lad was visibly shaking “I didn’t want anyone to see me”, I smirked “and did they?”, he shook his head “I don’t think so”, I unzipped the fly on my trousers tugging my fat cock and balls out before sitting down and spreading my legs, I lit a cigar “c’mon boy suck my dick that’s what you’re here for”, he licked his lips but stayed still shuffling his feet “I’ve never done it before”, I slapped my forehead, trying to hide my excitement at getting a virgin “well no time like the present to try it son” and clicked my fingers “NOW!” I smirked as he obediently walked over getting on his knee’s in between my legs and held my rapidly growing cock in his smooth little hand, he stared at it for a moment and then tentatively put his lips on the end of it, I grinned “that’s it son, that’s what you need” as he became animated and literally sucked on my cock like hoover, I rested my hand on his blond hair giving him encouragement and instructions on how to suck a man properly, he caught my cock with his teeth only once and a slap to his sweet little face ensured he didn’t do it again. I settled back smoking my cigar and swigging brandy from my hip flask luxuriating in the sloppy wet tongue job my cock was getting from his inexperienced mouth, I looked down catching his blue puppy dog eyes looking up at me “when I cum boy hold it in your mouth until I say so”, he nodded and went back to sucking in earnest, I made a mental note to write a letter to Santa myself thanking him!! When I did cum it was a nice big load as I’d not wanked off that day, I filled his mouth so much that some of it did dribble out over his chin, as I put my cock away I smiled “hold it there boy”, “open your mouth and show me”, he opened his mouth showing my spunk swimming round in his mouth and over his tongue “good boy, swallow it now”, as he gulped it down I got up and put my jacket back on wondering how I was going to him back again. I handed him a toothbrush and toothpaste “clean your teeth so your mother does not smell my spunk in your breath”, as he cleaned his teeth I admired his pert little bum wiggling and then it dawned on me “want a job as my elf son?”, he nodded furiously spitting out the toothpaste in the sink “I’d love to but I dunno about my mum, she’s a bit”, I interjected “repressed?”, he blushed nodding as he smoothed out his hair, I patted him on his bum and pulled him close to me “don’t you worry about her son, go find her now and bring her to me, I’ll talk her into it”, as he left I asked “what’s your name boy?”, he grinned at me “Noel” He scurried out, and I did wonder if he would follow through but just to be on the safe side I sprayed the unit with air freshener and dressed myself as respectfully as I could possibly do, and then for an extra touch I put my copy of the good book on the side table. I was obviously very pleased when he brought her back, seems she was overjoyed at the idea of her son earning some extra money, unemployment was rife in the area and when she saw the bible on the side she was even more keen. I explained that I did not work on Sundays as it was the lords day, well that’s not entirely true I never worked on a Sunday due to drug and alcohol fuelled Saturday nights, she nodded in earnest agreeing with me but I then added “of course young Noel needs to be fitted out in his costume and instructed in the workings of the grotto, I can tell you’re a strict religious woman but would you consider allowing Noel to receive training tomorrow so that he can start work on Monday?”, she was undecided at first but then I lifted the bible up stroking its leather surface “I know it’s a lot of ask but its so unusual to meet such good Christian people who understand the true meaning of Christmas”, with that she elatedly blubbered “he’ll come after church tomorrow morning!!”, as they left I winked at Noel, he blushed and as the door closed I opened my hollowed out bible and took a good few swigs of brandy from the bottle secreted in there as I checked my stash of Tina humming to myself ‘have yourself a very merry chemmed up little bum boy’

very hot story, love it

Like I said before, Caitlin was (and still is) my best friend, and so maybe it's not too surprising that when I finally dipped my toe into party favours, she was right there beside me. It was a cold winter Saturday, and we were headed to a rave in the south end of the city. It was probably 10pm or so, and we were on the train with big coats and sweatpants on over our tiny skirts and skimpy bikini tops, chattering away about the DJ schedule and whether or not my (recently ex) boyfriend was going to be there. Suddenly Caitlin stopped mid sentence and started looking through her purse. Then she swore, and bit her lip, obviously trying to figure something out. I poked her. "what's wrong?" She looked around, then leaned over, and in a low voice said, "I forgot my E at home. I left them on the dresser. Fuck." She paused. "I think I know a guy I can get some from, though..." She pulled out her phone (she was the first girl in our circle to have a cellphone, the envy of all of us. Her parents bought it for her because they worried about her out late at night) and dialled. "Hey is this Jeff? Yeah? This is Caitlin, remember me, the St Francis girl from last month?" She blushed at whatever the reply was, and then "Yeah, I had fun too... I was wondering if you wanted to meet up tonight at Rez? Yeah? You're going? Cool! ...hey, do you happen to know where we can get some stuff as well? Me and my friend Sarah...Yeah, she was at the last party, the tall girl with the brown dreads... Okay, we can meet you, what's your address?" She quickly wrote it on the back of her hand, and hung up. Turned to me and smiled "Awesome, it's just off the next stop." We got off at the chinook station, and walked (quickly) through the freezing night for about 20 minutes, to an apartment building. In the lobby, Caitlin called again, and shortly after that a guy came down to meet us. I recognized him from several previous parties, an older guy, good looking, short beard, hornrimmed glasses. Kind of nerdy. He broke into huge grin seeing Caitlin, who gave him a hug and smacked his ass, then kissed him. I stood there awkwardly until he stuck out a hand and shook mine, and invited us to come up. We hopped into the elevator and got off on the 6th floor. His apartment was pretty cool, he had a good stereo playing some trance techno, and a big couch and some of those bean-bag chairs. It was all furnished in old stuff from the 60s, but nice stuff, and the place was also nice and clean. I'd never dated a guy who had his own place, and looking around at Jeff's made me think that it might have it's benefits. He grabbed a couple of snapples out of the fridge for us, as we shucked out of our heavy winter clothes. He laughed to see us basically naked under our parkas and snow pants, and commented that now he felt overdressed. Disappearing into the bedroom, he came back with a pile of rave outfits, a baggie of pills, and a flask of blue liquid. He offered us the baggie, and Caitlin downed two pills and pocketed 5 more, I shook my head. Jeff shrugged, "want some G for your snapple?" I wavered a bit... G was something I had always wanted to try, and gave in... "Sure, I've never done it before, but I've always wanted to..." I trailed off "What the hell, first time for everything!" Jeff measured out doses of G into our snapples, and I sipped mine. The taste was weird, kind of bitter, a little like soap. People always talked about how disgusting G tasted, but mixed with the snapple, it wasn't so bad. Jeff sorted through his outfits, trying to decide what to wear for the party, and me and Caitlin gave our opinions. Caitlin became more animated as her E took effect, and I could feel a soft warmth filtering into me, which I assumed was the G. It felt a bit like being drunk, but not exactly, I didn't feel clumsy, just giggly and a little bit lazy. As jeff tried on various shirts to go with the fun-fur pants we had picked out for him, I noticed how well built he was. He was lean, and not very broad, but he had solid muscles, and a nice six pack. His nipples were brown, and pretty big for a guy, and he had chest hair, which was something none of my boyfriends had. It was brown, and not very much of it, and it dwindled down into a line that vanished into his pants. I realized I was staring and looked away, but not before he noticed. He flushed a bit, and to cover it he spoke. "Thing about G, Sarah, is you have to be careful how much you do, and it's really easy to do too much and get sleepy. So let us know if you feel sleepy, or if it starts to wear off... Oh, and don't drink anything. Alcohol, I mean. G and alcohol don't mix." I nodded, leaning back on the couch with Caitlin. Eventually, we decided it was time to head out. Jeff decided to call a cab, and off we went. Caitlin was rolling pretty good now, sitting between me and Jeff in the back of the cab, her hands restless, stroking and petting both of us. Jeff glanced at me over her head, obviously wondering if I was uncomfortable. I grinned at him, feeling just fine about it. The G was really very nice, it mellowed me out, made me feel happy and safe. It didn't hurt that I felt a really good vibe off of Jeff. I was no stranger to creeps at raves, but I sensed that Jeff was a decent guy. It also didn't hurt that I was finding him increasingly sexy, and starting to think about how I was single again... We got to the rave, got our wristbands, we insisted on paying for Jeff's cover, and walked in. Like most raves, this one was in an empty commercial building. Recent economic slumps had a lot of warehouse space empty, and it was easy to find a building manager willing to make a buck renting to ravers. The music was bouncing, and about a thousand people were milling around. Not much dancing yet, things were still building, so we bought some energy drinks from the bar, and headed over to the chill zone to chat. we settled in to a corner piled high with cushions and blankets and walled in blacklight posters and banners. I snuggled up against Caitlin. Jeff leaned over "Hows your G feeling?" I thought about it. "It's fading a bit, but I like it!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little bottle. Hiding it under his coat, I saw him measure some out. I handed him my energy drink and he squirted it in. I grinned thanks, and leaned over. "I should pay you for this" I whispered in his ear. He laughed and shook his head "G is super cheap, even if I was selling it, it's only 50 cents a ml. And so far you have had only 5ml... Don't worry about it! I feel guilty letting you guys pay my ticket, so this helps make up for it" I felt an odd rhythm as I sipped my G. Suddenly I realized that Caitlin's leg was moving to a beat. Strangely though, it wasn't to the music. Idly, I looked over to realize that the two of them had their hands in each others laps under the blanket. They were fingering each other. I shivered a bit, suddenly very turned on. I twisted around so I could see them both. At first they didn't notice, but then Jeff saw me looking and abruptly stopped, embarrassed at being caught. I remember noticing how dark his eyes looked, with his pupils so big from the E. I shook my head quickly, reached out and pushed his hand back, leaning forward to say: "It's okay, I don't mind!" For sure I didn't mind, I could feel a gush of wetness in my panties, I was so turned on. I glanced around, nobody was watching us, and slipped my own hand inside my skirt. Jeff stared, I stared back, and within 10 seconds of rough little rubs, I gasped quietly and came hard. The orgasm was amazing, the G seemed to extend it, and as I slowly came back to earth I could see that both Caitlin and Jeff were looking at me intently. I smiled at them. Suddenly I knew that tonight was going to be different.

Up my pussy. I’ll then turn around and suck the rest of the cum off like the cum dump I am.

Had a hot threesome this afternoon. One of my new regular guys (older, in his late 50s) was horny but couldn’t host so he went on Grindr and found someone to host nearby (mid 20’s, a little athletic, above average cock). I stopped by and they both started making out with me and rimming me. The younger guy fed me poppers and pushed inside me with me on my back. He fucked me for awhile and then flipped me over. I sucked the older guy’s cock while the first guy bred me. Then they switched positions and the older guy dumped his load in me pretty quickly. It was a hot fuck ?

A job with benefits - an instant rise for me.

Breed me raw, hard, and deep! But just know that as soon as you're done cumming, I'm prolly gonna turn around and suck out the rest of your nut, clean the rest of your jizz off your dick head and shaft, then slowly give your balls a tongue bath until you're fully hard again.

Yesterday I tried to set up a few guys who needed to unload, and was ready and ass up at about 4.30 in the afternoon. However in true London Style, one local regular said it was too late in the day for him as his boyfriend had come home, another guy who was keen went out of London and wouldn't be back until 8:00 PM, and another guy with whom I had chatted had had a wank, wasting his load earlier in the day, so I decided to just play with my boyfriend and have a lovely fuck with him. I've been rather stressed at work this week and had not properly looked after my boyfriend, so he was pretty horned up and, before long, shot a massive load into me. Just as we were getting dressed and about to make supper a guy from around the corner messaged me on Scruff asking if I was taking, saying he could be round in two minutes. I didn't get a look at his face but his cock looked thick, so I gave him the address and asked my boyfriend to let him in, and got on all fours on the bed. Two minutes later the guy arrived, pulled-off his shorts and, as he was already hard, he essentially slam-fucked his cock into me and gave me a pretty hard pump and dump, then shoved his cock in my mouth to clean off. Afterwards he extended his thanks, commenting he lived just a few doors away and left. Of course the sound of me taking a random load got my boyfriend rock hard again so he came back upstairs and pushed back into my hole using the random guy's load as lube. My boyfriend loves going second so got really horned up because of the two loads sloshing around in my hole. Before long, with a huge groan, he blew a second load into me. So despite all the flakes and no shows, I still got three loads!

A couple years ago I stopped at an adult bookstore on the side of the highway and within an hour sucked off about 9-10 guys (probably truckers and farmers, but almost all of them were through gloryholes). I just went from booth to booth and got straight on my knees at the hole. It was a one-of-a-kind experience for sure, I know there weren't that many guys in the place when I arrived - so they must have been filing in and out pretty quickly as it was happening. I haven't had that kind of luck since.

Just got another load fucked in to me.. 2 loads in 3 days is a new record for me lol This is another guy from grindr who works in a hospital near by. Previously when we chatted he stated that he prefers condoms. So that immediately put him low down in my priorities. But...he has a 20cm curved dick...so...he was always on my radar lol. Anyway this last week he suddenly appeared on BBRTS....much to my surprise....lol. We always has clashing schedules so it was always difficult to connect. Today the bareback gods were smiling on me....he was free and I had an opening (So to speak). So..messaged him to come over...he didn't bat an eyelid and was at my place in 5 minutes. As soon as he walked in the door I grabbed his cock through his pants...nice big firm piece of meat! We got naked and I sucked him a bit..and then presented my ass to him. He wasted no time in shoving that rock hard 20cm piece meat balls deep into.my hole and then proceeded to fuck me hard....literally a good old pounding! This continued for about 10 minutes until he finally declared his intention to cum...so I I had ensure he knew what I wanted by saying..ueah...breed my hole..fill me with cum...and he did! Big load of cum in my hole as I type......another one on my repeat list

I decided to go to a nearby cruising area one night that I had heard about, situated just off a main road. Night time was always the busiest time apparently and there were always loads of guys looking to fuck a cute ass. I was new to doing this. I knew it went on, but had never actually been to a cruising spot at night, especially one where I knew there was loads of action. I was nervous, scared and excited at the same time. I knew if I got out of the car and wandered into that darkness, that my young and hungry hole would be ravaged by all sorts. My cock was very hard and pre-cum was leaking into my shorts. I took a deep breath and got out of the car and headed into the bushes. There were plenty of passages and assorted fuck areas, dens throughout the park and the floor scattered with used condoms. I didn't have to walk very far before a guy was following me into the woods. My heartbeat increased and I continued to go deeper into the bushes, knowing I was being stalked. Others wandered around looking aimlessly for some action, passing by and turning around. Our eyes met and the language of no words uttered, as we all knew why we were there. I stood in the first empty den I saw large enough to encompass a group, dropped my shorts and pushed out my pert and hungry hole. I hung onto the branches of the overhanging bushes, poppers in hand and waited for the inevitable. My heart pounding, my cock hard as wood and my hole exposed.. Finally, I felt a hand touch my ass. Rough fingers touching my soft tanned cheeks, spreading them and touching my damp hole. Hmmmmmm, exciting. I reached around to feel a hard and rather large cock in his pants. I dropped immediately to my knees taking out his fat piece of meat and began sucking like a hungry dog. His shaft was covered in veins and hard, bulbous and uncut. He thrust it down my throat, gagging me and making me splutter. 'You like that boy?! Do you take it raw in your ass?' he said. I managed a mumbled 'Yes. Yes please.' Not long after, others started to appear, watching and masturbating at the horny scene. Very excited by the crowd I stood up, took the guys wet cock and pushed it up against my hole. He spat on my crack and without any hesitation started to slide it into my ass. No condom, straight in, bareback. Oh my god, what was I doing, this was insane, but so exciting. Letting dirty old men fuck me bareback in a truck stop, any cock, just dump your load in my hole and leave! I took a deep hit on the poppers and let him start pumping my cunt.. The guy fucking me ushered others to come forward and soon I was being spit roasted by two complete strangers. Others sticking their cocks in my face, men I didn't know or could barely even see were forcing me to my knees and making me sniff poppers. All my inhibitions disappeared and I began sucking all of them, anyone that wanted to have me. I knew what was going to happen, I was going to let all these men cum in my holes bareback. I was scared and yet very excited. I huffed on more poppers and feeling the rush started pushing back hard on the cock pounding my ass. The pace picked up and the guy behind spurted his load deep into my ass, squeezing me tight as he emptied his balls. 'Good slut', he said as he removed his dripping and limp cock from my hole. Hmmmmmm, very horny. Before I could move another bare cock was taking it's place. I looked around to see three or four guys standing around, cocks in hand, waiting their turn. It seemed I was going to have little choice, my hole was going to be fucked again and again and all that spunk was going to get pushed inside of me. Dangerous, who were these men? But I didn't care, I just wanted anonymous sex and to be filled with the spunk of strangers. I hit the poppers again, this was far too exciting to stop. My head was spinning, my hole was wet. I held onto the branches and let the strangers fuck my gaping hole. One by one they came forward out of the darkness and took their turn. I have no idea how many, it was a bit of a blur. I got the impression someone was spreading news that there was a cute and hungry whore taking it bareback from anyone, as more people seemed to suddenly appear. I was fucked raw and passed around numerous times. My hole now a wet and sloppy cunt for anyone to fill. After each one had shot his toxic load into me I stuck a finger into my cunt and smelled and tasted the last load. They all left as fast as they appeared, leaving me to deal with my very aroused self. Dripping with sperm and still very horny, I waited until more men cruised the area. There is nothing that excites me more, than being fucked bareback again when I am already full of cum. Other guys love it too. When they stick their stiff cock in and feel it's all warm, hot and wet. That bucket of used spunk, to pump full of yet another load. Guys really pound your hole when it's all full of sperm, making it very sloppy. Nothing beats huffing poppers and have strangers spurt into your hole at the same time. More groups formed through out the night and my ass was freely passed around with a bottle of poppers. I let anyone fuck me. Numerous strangers, young, old, fat and thin all fucked my holes, pumping my mouth and ass full of hot semen. By the end of the night I counted a total of 15 men had cum in my ass. Most dribbled out around the tenth, between my thighs and all over the balls of the guy fucking me raw while bent over a branch huffing poppers. The slapping and sloppy sound of the spunk being pumped into my guts still gets me hard. Even at this point more men were appearing and looked like they were waiting for their turn. I got scared at that moment and wondered how many loads I was going to take! I was fucked until late into the night. I squeezed the cum out of my asshole all the way home, my jeans were absolutely soaked when I arrived back at the apartment. I sniffed and licked the crotch of my crusty jeans the next day, remembering and smelling the previous night. Then I went sunbathing on a naturist beach, spreading my legs in the sand dunes, letting all the voyeurs see my stretched and battered hole and thought about the multiple loads of anonymous juice that was pumped into me the night before..

I got fucked by that HUGE black guy again late last night but first he insisted I had to have at least a dozen loads in me so I got naked at the bookstore and bent over for any cock that wanted to load me up. Then I went to his place where 2 of his friends bred the white whore anonymously before he gave me some poppers and then slowly slid into my ass and started pounding. Cum was pouring out of my ass and down my legs as he fucked me but it wasnt too long before he started jack hammering my ass and telling me he was going to cum. I licked and cleaned up his dick and then he led me, still blindfolded, out the front door down the the street. I could feel his heavy cock hitting my ass and I grabbed it and started stroking. It didn't take much until he was hard again and asked me "You want this dick again, bitch?" Of course I did! I'm a whore that can't ever get enough dick. He bent me over a car hood and pushed into my ass. I was sore so this time it hurt but I told him to use my hole and he pounded me right there on the street. A couple cars drove by and the 2nd one stopped and told him to fuck that white bitch. He asked if they wanted to fuck a whore so they parked and after he shot a second load in my ass 2 other guys fucked me there bent over the car hood. When they finished they left and he told me to give him the blindfold and drive home naked with their cum inside me. I got home after 3am and dressed by the side of the truck before going in the house. Went to bed and woke up late this morning horny and laying in a puddle of cum.

Found a very attractive, 40-something Black dude in ATL while I was there on business. He approached me at a cafe in midtown over lunch. He was just under 6ft, a lil' husky (aka-thick in all the right places), about 200-something pounds, and had a soft nature about him. We chatted a bit and exchanged numbers, gave him the name of the hotel I was staying at, and agreed to meet up later that evening. Later he texts me if I wanted to go out somewhere to grab a bite to eat,. I tell him to just come to my room, have a drink, and we can discuss it. He arrives and knocks on my door. I open it and he looks simply delicious. I wanted to fuck him immdiately. Plus, I already douched and I didn't wanna fuck it up by eating. I poured us drinks and we sat down. Drinking on an empty stomach really triggered my slutty side and I steered the convo away from food to how good he looks to how much I want to suck him off right now. He grinned and stood. I got on my knees and undid his jeans and his semi rigged cock practically poked me in the face. Gawd is was a magnificent piece of meat. I licked all around the head of his cock and stroked it while playing with his balls. With each beat of his heart, blood pumped into his cock until it grew into a monster. It wasn't extremely long, maybe 7 or so inches, but it was thicker than my wrist. It was a battle getting it down my mouth but his meaty paw pushed the back of my neck and it cut off my air supply as it slid down my throat. I kept it there until I was about to pass out. By then, I was coughing up that really thick, slick saliva and it made it easier to throat him while switching to stroking him off. He sat on the sofa and proceeded to spit in his hand and finger my hole while I kept sucking him off. I pulled every trick in the book on working a thick cock: spit and stroke, straighten my throat as much as possible and glup the dick, squeeze the balls. His fingering my hole drove me wild and my mouth swirled all over his manhood. I drank his pre-cum and my lips smacked his cock head. His hips bucked, shoving his dick past the back of my throat and he busted his nuts in my mouth and all over my face. Catching our breath, I asked him if he wanted to go eat now. He said nothing. Instead, he picked me up, threw me facedown on the bed, and began eating and fingering my hole. His tongue dove and flicked deep in me. My head started to spin....it felt like he was tongue fucking my P-spot. He asked for some lube and I stretched my hand to the nightstand drawer and handed it to him along with some Magnums. He squirted a good amount of lube up my hole and some on his dick. He then placed his dick at the entrance of my hole. I made a remark about putting on a rubber; I'll aways remember his reply. "Mmmmm I love breeding Asian boys while I make them scream and cry on my dick..." "Ok big boy, we gonna see who's gonna be screaming and crying when we're done." With that, I push myself on his dick in one fluid motion until I got about half way. Shit, he 's thicker than I thought. My hole wouldn't widen any more to accomodate the thicker base of his shaft. He got on top of me, grabbing my wrists, pushed my knees and legs wider with his thick thighs, and with his full weight, swiveled his hips until my hole gave way and he slid balls deep in me. The pain was immense....I think he tore my boi pussy. I screamed a lil' into the pillow. He just chuckled and kept swiveling and swirling his hips lke we were freaking on the dance floor. He kept that up for about 15 minutes, his thicker than life dick hitting every square inch of my inner walls. He licked and sucked the side of my neck then suddenly bit down. I felt his dick leap inside of me and then hot splashes of his cum filling me. He let out glass shattering groans as he came in me for over a minute. He stayed on top of me as he whispered in my ear, "Ok bitch, your pussy should be nice and and ready now. I hope you stretched out enough cuz now we gonna fuck." WTF did he mean by "now we goona fuck"?! He flipped me over, shoved two pillows under my ass, grabbed on to my thighs, and proceeded to long dick the hell out of me. He fucked with intention, pulling out slowly then ramming it back in. His girth rubbed my P-spot like two sticks trying to make a fire, making my own dick leak pre-cum all over my stomach. When he changed up his style to a more rhythmic stroke, I got dizzy. My own hips started to buck back as I felt like I hit a brick wall and floated into an abyss. When I came to a few seconds later, I found myself screaming in pleasure as my P-spot was exploding. Cum dribbled out like a constant slow leak from my dick. This must have turned him on as he began to roar and let loose another round of jizz into me. This continued several more times, each time the fuck was more intense than the previous. Somewhere in there we took a break but he made me sit on his dick and give him a slow lap dance while he sipped his drink. Our last fuck was pretty lazy, me just slow riding him as he laid their enjoying my busted boi pussy. He unloaded what few drops of cum he had on my face and I licked his dick clean. He got dressed and headed out, saying over his shoulder, "Thanks for the sweet piece of ass, you slut." I turned and saw at the bed....it looked like a crime scene. There was jizz mixed with blood all over the sheets, pillows, sofa, and carpet. I shook my head and told myself to leave an extra big tip for the maid. I jumped in the shower and saw more blood going down the drain as I washed off my sore hole. I took a wet towel and tried to at least clean off the carpet and sofa when the room's phone rang....fuck, its the wake up call. My cell's alarm went off soon after. I got dressed for work and lazily drove to the office. I noticed people smirking at the bite mark on my neck. Sitting was fucking impossible and tried to stand most of the day. When I finally got back to my room later that afternoon, I peeled of my cum and blood stained underwear and soaked in a tub of hot water. He taxted me that night, asking if I was ready for round two. I admitted that he was too much for me and that I needed to heal first. Fucking him for 7 hours straight must've been the closest thing a dude can experience to giving birth. He lol'd and said to hit him up when I'm ready to get my pussy torn and my back dug out again. ...challenge accepted. Next time, I'm gonna make him tap out.

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.

Love Asian ass to rim. Though I am a bottom earlier this year my Top Host had this Asian meat over to our hotel room (Novotel in Hammersmith, London) so he could fuck him & me. But when the room service arrived Top said to go the bathroom. In there I just had push the Asian forward and lick-out his hairless hole. Of course, this resulted in my dick getting hard(er) and had to slide in. Sweet ass. As soon as the Bell-Boy disappeared (the Top said he could hear us fucking in the bathroom - and so did the Room Service guy), we were back in the bedroom for dual breeding. So, the moral of the story: even if your Bottom, no hole is off-limits...

I was setting up my tent at a nude gay campground in NH when a biker drove up the road. He had to stop for someone backing a trailer into another site. I wasn't quite nude yet, but was just in some skimpy bikini briefs. He was in full biker gear and had quite the ride, an Indian. We eyed each other as he waited for the driveway to clear. I knew I had scored and wondered how we would end up meeting. I figured it would happen later in the evening. I finished setting up, undressed and grabbed a towel and rushed up to the pool to enjoy some sun and a dip in the saltwater pool. I promptly laid down on one of the many loungers and closed my eyes to relax and enjoy the warmth of a rare hot late summer day while listening to the music over the outdoor speakers. I wasn't there long when I heard a voice asking if I minded that he use the lounger next to me. I opened my eyes and replied, that he was welcome to it. It was the biker of course and we began to make some small talk and ended up getting along quite well. He was older and fit as I am and had quite a nice cock. He had rented a trailer there for a few nights and after we took a dip in the pool he invited me over to it. I went to my site to grab a few things and walked on over to his place. He gave me a tour of the trailer and of course we wound up at the bedroom. It was a fifth wheel trailer so the bedroom was up a few steps. He was on the upper step and I found myself at mouth to nipple level with him. I wasn't going to waste anytime with this hunk, I immediately began licking and sucking his nipples. Needless to say we wound up in the bed exploring one another. With a hunk like him I tend to be a bottom so my legs were soon pointing to the ceiling and along with some spit for lube his raw cock was plunging my firm ass. His cock fit my hole perfectly and he was a good lover. He soon became quite excited and I thought he was going to cum right then and there but he stopped. He asked me where I wanted it and assured me he was "clean." I'm thinking I know that line but didn't care either way and told him to cum in me. He hammered away not too hard but just right and eventually flooded my ass with his biker juice. I spent the night with him and most of the next day. I ended up taking two more of his loads. During one session I urged him on, "Give it to me," and "Breed me." He wasn't as verbally abusive as I would have liked but I'm sure he didn't want to risk scaring me away either. Not that I would have been. Just before he shot his load he got a determined look in his eye while thrusting harder and harder and said, "Your getting it," "Take it." So I'm not sure if I got stealthed or not. We exchanged numbers but he lives several hours away so not sure if we'll meet again.

Saturday of Labor Day weekend I went to Steamworks in Chicago, arriving around 9:00 PM. There was already had a decent crowd. I got to my room, undressed, lubed my hole and opened the door for tops to use me as they wished. After about five minutes of laying on the bed, my lubed and ready ass in the air, the first top entered my room, closed the door, (which is how I knew I was about to get my first load, as most guys will generally rub my ass and/or legs before closing the door). I took a hit of poppers when the top started fingering my hole, obviously preparing it to take his thick cock. He then climbed on top of me and thrust his entire cock in my willing hole. I had to take a few more hits of poppers to get over the shock of being opened so quickly. Two minutes or so later he grunted and bred my hole. A little bit later a couple of Hispanic guys started to play with my hole and rimming me, the door to my room being open the entire time. Honestly, I really find it hot when a top fucks me with the door open, but I digress. Eventually the Hispanic guys closed the door and proceeded to fuck me. The first guy cock was on the thin side, but made up for it in over all length. He fucked for a little bit and then withdrew, allowing the other guy take a turn on my ass. He fucked me for several minutes until I felt his cock throb and he thrust one more time to plant his seed deep in my guts. Afterwards the first top resumed fucking me asking "How you like it? You like being a slut?" Then I heard a third voice ask "How does his hole feel?" Glancing about my room, I realized there were three, not two Hispanic guys in my room. I honestly hadn't noticed when he entered the room, but in any event he was welcome. The other two guys answered the question raised by the third guy saying I was a good bottom and a great fuck. The skinny dick guy continued fucking me, eventually shooting his load into my ass. The third guy took his place and fucked me for no more than 30 seconds before, I kid you not, he asked "How many loads do you have in your hole?" "Three," I replied. "Well, slut, you're about to get your fourth!" With that he bred me. After the three guys left I decided to take a break and cruise the different floors and go to the hot tub to let the loads absorb a little in me, and after I was somewhat refreshed, decided it was time to use the fuck bench on the third floor. No sooner had I lay on the bench when I felt a tongue on my hole. As the guy rimmed me, I fed him some of the four loads I had received. I was not surprised when the guy slid in and added his load to my guts. After the fifth guy blew, he withdrew and an unseen six guy immediately entered my hole, wanting to add his load to the mix. Each time the guy withdrew from my ass I could feel the previous loads dripping out of my now sloppy hole. After about four minutes of wrecking my hole with his cock, the sixth guy gave me his cum. In all, I got six loads that night, and after driving home, slept with all of them in my ass.

I love to keep my 2 boy's in full time diapers. One is a pup and I told him he will remain in diapers and chastity for ever and have no use or control over his ability to use his dick or even the ability to use a toilet. so he is forced to piss his diaper when he has to go. he is aloud to go number 2 once a day other wise he has to hold it. or the puppy tail should hold it in when he has it inserted. My other boy has been in diapers for 3 years now and I use him as my personal urinal when I need to piss no matter were we are

i go on walks all the time. I wish a guy would come pick me up and suck on my cock :}

I agree that men cheat and those that say they don't are lying. Men are very sexual, wether they are straight or gay. Men need to have their cocks feel good and get off. I know many men that go to adult bookstore, both straight and gay that are looking for sex. I have met friends that are in there cheating on their boyfriends many times, only asking me not to tell their boyfriends. Fuck I think it's hot that men cheat. Honesty is better but it's a turn on to have that secret of cheating as well as the chance of getting caught and that's another reason that they do it

Jon was acting weird after he got back from looking after his parents. It could have been the realisation that his dad or any of us are not immortal, but deep down you and I know the real reason why. He didn’t believe my tale of knocking over a bowl of yoghurt as an excuse for the stained chair cover or why my hole, in his opinion was looser than when he last fucked me. No matter how much I tried to convince him it was all in his head, he just knew what I’d been up to especially when I started to come down with some unseasonal flu like symptoms which I tried to pass off as hay fever, not daring to mention I ached all over and basically felt like shit!. He talked me into taking a few days off work to recover. As soon as Jon lefty for work I started to dial Adam & Scott boning up immediately just thinking of the fuck session we were about to have, but before I finished flicking through for their numbers the doorbell went. I scrabble to pull up my trackie bottoms but go to the door bare-chested. At our door was a guy I thought I knew but didn’t know where from...in a heavy French accent I hear, “Errrm, Hi, err hello I’m Jean-Marc, I live opposite with my wife Marie………” Completely off guard and in a thunder flash remember being fucked with him watching me as he ironed. “Ah, yes I remember” now it was my time to be nervous, “Errmm I’m sorry about a few weeks ago, err, I meant to close the curtains but we just got carried away.” Feeling brave adding, “I think you enjoyed it too if I remember correctly?” A big grin breaks across his face, “Yes you could say, thank you!” Come in, I feel like shit and will catch more of a cold staying in the doorway like this, “I promise won’t pounce, unless you want me to?” Sit down, can I get you a drink? “No, no I’m good thanks” he now nervously replies. “I’m not sure why I’m here, really. Marie is away with work and she loves to spy on our neighbours peeking in to their rooms hoping for a flash of nakedness or if they think no one is watching them engaged in sex. It’s a huge turn on for her, really gets in the mood. I know I like being submissive in bed with my wife, letting her take the lead in sex especially if we have spied someone.” His frankness has my cock twitching and I see him stare at my tenting track suit bottoms, especially as my cock is leaking like a faucet and there is already a sizable damp patch. I sneeze a couple of time, blow my nose as another wave of chills crash over me and teasingly he continues. “I love it when she rides my cock, pulling hard on my nipples, until I shoot into her. Then she turns around and sits on my face and tells me to, Clean up your mess, you cum sucker. Make sure you lick every drop of your hot gooey cum out of my pussy. I want to see cum on your face when you're through licking me clean." Fuck! I am so horny right now. I could easily rape his straight ass this instant so strong is my need to fuck and spill my hopefully potent seed. I rub my hands over my shivering body and adjust my lump of iron cock which just throbs and twitches at the lightest touch. Jean-Marc sits there open mouthed, watching my every move, his immaculate light fawn chinos straining to contain what looks like a sizable cock in his pants. My emotions were running wild and then he says “I have never looked at a guy like this before, yet here I am happily married yet checking you out. I can feel my heart racing in my chest. I love the taste of my own cum and since watching have sex with your friends” quickly adding, “not your husband…I have wondered what another mans cum would taste like.” My head was spinning. He looked cute enough, in that straight-guy way: well styled light brown hair, blue eyes to match his polo shirt and a slightly comfortable body. I guessed him to be in his early thirties. He was a little taller than I am, maybe 6’4”. We spent a few minutes on boring small talk until I had to run our bedroom to get more tissues and he followed. “Damn, that’s some bed.” If he wasn’t straight I’d have thought what a cheesey come-on line, I also would have explained that as a metal four poster it is great for bondage sex, but I didn’t want to scare him away just yet. “It’s a pain in the ass to move, clean and change linen but we think it’s cool.” “If I had the strength I’d show you It’s great for pull-ups too.” “Is that the secret to those huge arms?” If he wasn’t straight, I would have assumed for a second time he was hitting on me. “How big are your biceps?” Lying I tell him, “I’ve no idea” “Wow, I doubt my small hands could even get around them.” I decided to go for broke, flexed my biceps “Wanna try?” He was on me before I knew what happened. In a second he went from brushing his fingers across my bicep to kissing me so hard he almost knocked me over. He started maneuvering me towards the bed while making a terrible attempt at pulling my trackies off so I made it easy on him by stripping down naked and pulling him onto the bed with me. He chewed on my lips and neck for several minutes while roughly massaging my pecs and nipples, then sat up on his knees so abruptly I assumed our fun had come to an end. He stared at me smirked and winked with that look that says “I want more”, then slowly pulled his polo shirt over his head to reveal a smooth, muscular chest and a slight belly with the start of some love handles. My cock began to throb and leak a string of pre-cum it was harder than it had ever been and drew his attention. “J’adore ta bite. You have a huge cock,” he said, smiling a big broad smile. “Thanks.” “Can I try to suck it?” He was clumsy, too fast, and kept gagging every time he tried to deep-throat it. I grabbed a handful of his hair and forced him to slow down and I have to resist my building need to skull-fuck a load down his throat. I had to give him credit for trying, obviously no experience with guys. I rolled him over on his back, pinned him down, and licked his smooth chest. I was having fun and took my time, working down his torso until my face was hovering over his cock. I opened his chinos, pulled his cock out of his briefs, and tried to give him the best blowjob of his life. I lick around the shaft, causing his cock to bounce and produce a pearl of cum, then swirl my tongue around the head and swallow his cock whole until I press my chin against his balls. “Purtain!,” he cries, “Fuck” then moans as his eyes roll back, I tease until his gasps signal I’m bringing him close, over and over, edging him milking his salty pre-cum until he begins thrashing about, “Non!, non, “Je ne peux pas prendre plus!” “Sorry, I mean I can’t take this anymore, please let me cum?” As he strips out of his chinos my toes find the waistband of his briefs and he laughs when I yank them down around his knees. I feel him kick his underwear off and my cock is so hard it is pulsing with my heartbeat in unison with Jean-Marc’s. I lean up and kiss him again, my hands moving over the tight muscles of his arms and chest. I reach around his neck and pull him towards me as he again breaks into that ‘Cat got the cream’ look. Jean-Marc grinds his cock against mine. “We’re crazy.” He says. I nod, concentrating on not letting the touch of his cock make me shoot as I reached into our nightstand for lube and poppers, a brief thought filled my mind, I cannot do this, I am almost certainly Poz and we do not have any condoms, but the urge to breed and stealth Poz my first conquest just as quickly pushes that thought to the back of my mind. I lubed my rock-hard cock up, then grabbed his cock and pulled him forward before he could change his mind. Straddling me, he reached behind and maneuvered against me until we were finally lined up face to face. “I want to fuck you,” I growl. “Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” I wanted to grab his hips and thrust all the way in balls deep so fucking bad that I think my eyes were watering as much as my nose, but I allowed him to take his time and slowly push his tight pucker against the head of my dick. He huffed and puffed on the poppers, winced as his full weight is applied with the pressure and tension growing until my slimy cock tears through with obvious blinding pain. he can’t help but scream out, holds his breath as he slowly sinks deeper down the length of my dick as his oh so tight anal muscles gradually ease their vice-like grip, releasing a desperate gasp from Jean-Marc and only starts to breathe again once his ass cheeks are resting on my manicured pubes. His ass muscles tensed and grip with the initial wave of pain. I encouraged him to relax, to go slow. His eyes were closed tight and sweat began beading on his smooth chest and forehead. He looked so fucking sexy at that moment skewered on my cock waiting until the pain begins to recede. He senses I am waiting for his approval to proceed so he meets my eyes and nods. I kiss him again, and I couldn’t resist any more so push even deeper into his guts as I pump his ass like a piston. He has a look of amazement on his face “Purtain!…Fuck,” he cried out. “I can’t do it. I can’t take it.” I assured him he could. I continued pushing my boner up into his guts, he’s trembling with eyes closed tightly shut, I then slowly began raising my hips. Only after his pained expression eases do I begin to slowly pump his hole, he takes each thrust with a soft grunt, his hands clutching my pecs and never once does he try to pull away. I began pumping harder, producing copious amounts of pre-cum making for a slick movement as he finally begins to relax, loving the way he would make this little yelp every time I go too deep. He finally opened his eyes, looking at me as if for the first time in wonderment his now smiling eyes are locked on mine I wrapped my hand around his neck and pushed him to the side, rolling with him until he was pinned under me. Pushing his knees to his chest, I began slamming his ass as hard as I could. He tried to reach under his leg to jack off, but I kept swatting his hand away over and over until his breaths became shallow gasps. He grasped my arms as though clinging for life and shot a massive load all over his chest and face without even touching his dick. A second shot of cum went over his head and the third dumped across his neck and ran down onto our sheets. “Merde, j’ai juste cum!” The look of horrified wonder spreads across his face, “Putain, putain, incroyable” barely audible in a whisper Jean-Marc says to himself as a little voice inside my head shouts POZ HIM! POZ HIM GOOD! brought me over the edge I toss my head back and I shoot massive loads deep in his chute my cock is throbbing as ribbon after ribbon of red-hot life changing cum rockets out of my fat mushroom head. flooded his guts with a massive load and I relished every second of it. I came so hard I felt light headed and faint. I’ve never shot that hard before” I tell him omitting the reason why I came so hard. I’m hot, cold, sweaty and shivering all in the same instance euphoric in pleasure. It was fucking worth it, regardless of the repercussions.

The doorbell rings… “I’ll get that, it’ll be Adam back for another go at your sweet Neg, but soon to be Poz hole” as he slips his still rock-hard dick that has been plugging my hole from ejecting his precious load and swaggers to the door led by his steel like cum covered cock and opens the door butt naked. I feel pressure in my tummy followed by a gush of cum that floods out in to the chair cover, “umm not sure how I am going to explain the cum stained material to my bf Jon” I casually think to myself! It is Adam, who greets his partner with a sloppy kiss then asks, “Kept that hole primed for us to abuse further?” “Of course, is the Pope Catholic?” as Adam rips his cloth off leaving a trail right up to me still curled up in post fuck bliss. Scott instructs, "Suck his dick slut, you're gonna have to earn his nutt, our strain, our poison" he said as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me onto this beautiful thick sweaty cock. I went to put my hands up and grab the dick but he pushed my hands way, "I gotcha, don't worry, just work on his dick." While I blew Adam to full hardness, Scott was biting my nipples using his free hands to reach underneath my ass to roughly flick at my raw puffy hole. He'd lick his finger, shove in my hole and pull it out for a taste of his cum and my ass juices. "babe you're gonna have to taste this hole" he says to Adam After fooling around like this for a while, they grabbed me, picked up from the chair, “Where’s the bedroom?” I was so horny at this point, I just wanted to be knocked up, fucked hard and deep, didn’t think about Jon and gave the directions to our big bed, was thrown face down as Scott immediately scooted between my legs, opened them wide and dove in with his tongue on my pucker. I feel him add two fingers that are now scissoring apart with his tongue in between. “Ummmmmm sooooooooo good” I whimper pulling off Adam’s cock just enough to get the words out. “Hey Negboy, we’re going to try something…make sure the deed is done before we leave.” “What? You should know by now I’ll do anything for you guys” I grunt as Scott continues to lay kisses around the outside of my puffy well-used hole with his fingers still pumping inside of me. “Gonna stretch your hole beyond belief” a he scratches and digs further in my abused cunt. “Oh yessss” I hiss not really knowing what I’m letting myself in for, “Yes I want this!” “Good boy, good answer, you were going to get it whatever the answer was tho’” I could feel precum oozing out of my dick. I couldn't help but smile at these two sexy pigs. All three of us laid down on the bed with me in the middle and took turns being on top of one another, kissing grinding our dicks against each other…Pig Heaven. I started to really deep throat on Adam’s gorgeous thick 6.5 cock spit and saliva drooling from my mouth and as I had hoped Scott moved to the other side of the bed and went back to licking and tongue fucking my ass. He was almost painful the way he grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart. He was the more verbal of the two and would say nasty shit like, "yeah, suck his sick dick while I eat your boi pussy, suck it slut, get him good and hard!" This turned me on even more and I was bucking my hips into his face as he chewed my ass lips scratching his scruffy facial hair across the delicate skin whilst Adam made my eyes water with his big dick forcing my throat wide as he skull fucked my mouth…and then all of sudden, the tongue fucking stopped and I heard him say, "He’s ready, just wet enough and still cum lubed, hey slut?" Adam rifled through the nightstand and found a bottle of poppers. “Here, you’ll need this” I heard the lid crack open and then being pressed under my nose, I took four huge hits of poppers as I got ready for more raw dick hoping for a positive outcome. Scott put his hand on the back of my neck and told me to get back to sucking dick and as soon as my mouth was around the head of his bf's cock, I could feel Scott pushing up against my slick hole. He took no time splitting me open rearranging my guts as I sucked his bf. The two of them seemed to really be enjoying this and as he picked up his rhythm, “This time we’ll wreck your hole, rip it up and flood the damage in our High Viral Load Poz cum” slap, slap , slap as his balls smack my ass. Adam was rubbing his hands all over my back and at times I sensed that he was leaning forward to kiss Scott. In no time at all he was pounding the shit out of me. So much so it wasn't possible for me to keep sucking. I had to use my arms to brace myself against this pig as his snake pistoned in and out of my ass. I heard one of them say something nasty and the Scott pulled out of my sloppy hole. It wasn't but a few seconds before I felt Adam pushing in. "oh yeah, fuck that boi pussy, rip him up with your big fat dick." I winced a bit in pain and scrambled around looking for my poppers. After finding them and taking a huge hit, he grabbed my hips and pulled me up on my knees and mounted me doggy style fucking me deep and hard while kissing his boyfriend, “Huff on those poppers boi, time for men to work your hole” and slides four fingers in alongside Adam’s cock. “Ah yeah, stretching your hole, let’s rip this up good and proper!” Scott flops down back first on the bed next to me as Adam nudges me on top of Scott, “Sit on his dick” I slid down it easily with so much cum lubing my cunt I took a bit of pride in going right down to his balls. As I moved my hips around getting him in me as deep as possible, he grabbed me by the back of the neck and roughly pulled me down to kiss and nibble my ear, "you ready for double the fun?" I think I gulped audibly at that point, realising what was to come. but Adam squeezed a nostril shut and held the poppers under my nose, as the rush hit me I arched my back, relaxed and pushed out as much as possible as I felt Adam’s thick but shorter cock pushing against my hole and stop. I thought to myself, there is no fucking way these two big dicks are gonna fit, but he pushed harder and harder until the head loudly popped inside. In shock my head shot up and literally screamed in both pain ecstasy as I was dp'd full of raw POZ dick. My ass spasmed and felt the skin rip and something trickled down my leg. Cum or blood I guess Scott lay there motionless holding onto my ass cheeks and Adam fucked me in a frenzy. Each time he went in deep I felt more of my guts rip, it felt like a traffic cone was being shoved up my ass…and yet I am loving it, pain and pleasure. "You little slut, you're the fucking whore, aren't you? Chasing, wanting Poz loads, as many as you can get" Scott whispered in my ear as he too began to thrust in unison with Adam. We fucked like this for a long while, at one point Adam leaned way forward and we all kissed. "you want some piss in that hole too?" Adam asked? I don't even think I had to answer because I could feel the sensation of something else filling up my well-fucked hole and it wasn’t long after that it was dribbling out all over the bed and Scott with each thrust. I never really knew who pissed in me but I was now and completely being tossed about by the urgent fucking, a total raw dick loving pig born and being bred. Scott started slapping my ass, “Yep we got a bleeder here, one well ripped hole” feeding me the information I needed to know. “Yeah massaging our Poz pre-cum in to your blood stream” My hole was now so wide open. Hot and sweaty we all disentangled and they pushed me into the piss wet bed, on my back, pulling my ankles above my head before Scott roughly slams his cock onto me. Adam swiveled round and rammed his cock into my throat in a frenzied sp(l)it roast! This went on for a long time and they switched positions, all the while, if I tried to move my hands or legs, they'd aggressively slap me, and I was back holding onto my ankles as they took turns fucking me raw with big hands holding onto my thighs and pushing my legs as far as they could stretch and his pumping was getting faster and faster until… Adam shoved as deep as he could and shouted "I'm gonna cum! Fucking killing you with my cum. Yeah pumping my diseased swimmers in you, knocking you up good!” His body tightened up and he kept slamming into my ass and continued with more thrusts, “Gotta get it to where it will do its duty boi.” he grunted and swore and pumped his deadly load into my guts. As he pulled out Scott jumped right in describing the sight of my ass dripping bloodied cum and slid his long cock in deep. In much the same way, he pinned me down and fucked me hard driven by desire and the job at hand he was pounding me hard. I was almost to the point of begging for him to stop when he tensed up as well and in a few more thrusts he jammed his dick in as deep as he could and unloaded another wad Poz sperm into my guts. "Here it comes!" he shouted. (sorry neighbors) "Your POZ baby!" I felt his cock throb and throb as he spurted in me as Adam stroked my hair and kissed my face, telling me what a good boy I was, and how I was being knocked up. As Scott continued with tender thrusts a sense of euphoria hit me knowing I was joining the club... let go of my legs, kissed me and said "baby, that was one good pussy." I was spent. They were spent. We all laid down on the bed for a short while, I looked at the clock on the nightstand and realized that I had just taken dick for almost 2 hours straight and I wondered, "surely now I must be nailed with their stain?" Almost as reading my mind they chime in with “That should have done the trick. We both have a very HVL the Doc wants us on meds right now but not until we know you are seroconverting bro.” “Bro” I think, “Yeah! Welcome to the brotherhood” as Adam shoves a pig-tail butt plug in my abused hole. “Gotta let our dirty cum soak in, you don’t wanna lose any do you?” I shake my head from side to side, NO. We shower together, we all went downstairs, they got dressed and as they kiss me goodbye "Call us when you’re sick, we’ll then know you're in the club and come back to celebrate.”

I've got to finish this, David wants me back for an encore. He made more that one night than he ever has, he says! * continued 8 more on the way??? Looking around the room; 9, 10, 11, 12, too many to count in my spun out Cum Crazed state. Plus at least 8 more! I've been a Cum Whore for some time; but this night I am The Cum Whore!!! And I want more, and more; its then I realize I'm saying it out load... "I want more and more!" I'm covered in Cum, dripping Cum from both ends, needing more Cum! "I need more Cum!" Another booty bump I think; burning, yes booty bump as a grinning Cock owner puts the pipe to my lips and says; "here Sweetie, just nod when your full..." Now I Am Only a Cock Hole! A Cum Soaked, Cum Drenched, Dick Loving Cock Hole; it feels sooo right! I blurt out; "please don't stop; fuck me, Fuck Me!!!" I get lost in my Cock Crave'n, Cum Loving decadence; I'm at the precipice about to go headlong over the edge... And out in the distance I can faintly hear my name, "Tawnie, Tawnie, TAWNIE!" I snap to finally and respond, "present!" Its David; he says, "I'm out of product and need to re-up, and the sun is coming up; I need to get. Can your friends get you someplace somewhat safe?" I look around; more than half look at me, the rest at David and all agree on "yes!" I grab my bag, with my lube and such as I am carried out and into a cargo van and tossed on a pile of shipping pads; through the fog I hear, "want more?" "Yes, yes, YES!!!" I plead... "As you wish..." and I find myself at the back lot of the biggest truck stop in town just off the freeway, propped up over the pads in who-evers van, doors wide open, broad daylight, and I can hear; "yeah just $5 and you can Fuck the hell out of her!" I see an eager young man hand someone a greenback as he says; " that's for me and my 3 friends! Are you sure she wants all of us to Fuck her?" I yell, kinda; "yes she wants all of you and more to Fuck me!!!" And that's how it ended; me getting pimped out for $5 a pop; and did I see any money? Hell no; and that's just fine with me, I got what I wanted!!! To be a dirty little depraved Dope Whore Cum Filled Cock Hole! My hole is almost back to normal, this weekend it will have been a month; and Saturday going to do it all again! David says he can't wait; and me... "Look Out, I'm going to make last time be like a girl scouts meeting!" Thanks for letting me share my fun, Tawnie

Fucking hot bro. Went to a club in NY on my last visit and ended up in the back room. Perhaps the same place as you. I bent over some type of scaffolding or pipes and took multiple loads. At one point this man held my head down and said he didn't want me to know whose cock was in me. He called me a slut and for taking loads from anonymous guys. Fucking one of the hottest nights of my life. BBRT- fucknfeedme

I'm competitive bodybuilder, very manly, but secretly like too push my balls into body and tightly bind cock between legs and then pretend I'm sissy boy in panties and become effeminate acting. Need breeding

This all happened about eighteen months ago and I found it all very horny. I've changed the names though as I wouldn't want to give anyone away.... About once a month I have to spend a couple of days up in the West Midlands for work and it was while I was up there that I met Adrian. His company was doing some work with mine and we got on well from the start. He was small and blond, early to mid thirties and a bit geeky looking, especially when he was wearing his glasses. We flirted with each other quite a bit but I knew he had a partner so I didn't really think anything would come of it. Towards the end of his work with us, Adrian suggested going out for something to eat and then going for a few drinks after work. We went for a meal and then onto a bar nearby. After a few drinks the talk turned to relationships and then onto sex. As the talk grew more explicit, Adrian wasn't troubling to hide his hard on and neither was I. Soon we were in a toilet cubicle and Adrian's trousers and pants were down at his ankles. I sucked his cock and a couple of times he bent over the toilet and I rimmed him, licking his hole while he wanked. This pushed him over the edge and I was soon rewarded with a mouthful of cum. We had a few more drinks and Adrian asked me if I was up for a threesome. He explained that his boyfriend, Darren, was a total top. This suited him most of the time but now and then he liked to fuck and usually only got the chance when they had a threesome. He said they normally only played together and also stressed that they always played safe. I would have preferred bareback, but I did fancy Adrian and when he showed me a picture of his partner the deal was clinched. Darren was a tall ginger lad, just my type. We arranged that we would meet for drinks the next time I was up and take it from there. A few weeks later we met in a bar after work and I discovered that Darren was even better looking than his pictures suggested. I was well up for being fucked by both him and Adrian. I am more of a top than a bottom but every now and then I love to be fucked and this was definitely one of those times. After a meal and some more drinks we went back to their place where they had invited me to spend the night and within minutes Adrian and Darren's pants were down and I was on my knees sucking first one then the other. Darren had a long, thick cock and I couldn't wait to get it up my arse even if it had to be with a condom. We sucked, licked and rimmed for a while - at one point they were kneeling side by side on the bed and I was rimming them - moving from Adrian's smooth arse hole to Darren's hairy ginger one - it was very horny. It was time to fuck and Adrian produced the condoms and the lube and I bent over the bed. Adrian put on a condom and began to fuck me. He fucked me well and I sucked on Darren's cock as he shafted me. Then he moved me on to my back and lifted my legs up. He pushed his cock back up me and began to fuck as Darren squatted over me and pushed his hairy arse hole into my face and I rimmed him as Adrian fucked me harder. When Adrian had shot his load he pulled out and disappeared into the bathroom. Darren pulled me up and bent me over the bed. I could hear Adrian noisily taking a piss in the toilet as Darren stood behind me and I could feel his cock pushing against me. He was rubbing his cock head over my hole and then he began to push it up me. I Knew he wasn't wearing a condom and he whispered "you like this, don't you?" as he pushed it right up me and began to fuck me slowly. Then we heard Adrian coming back and he pulled out. When Adrian came back in to the room Darren was carefully rolling a condom over his cock ready to fuck me. This fuck with Darren was a bit disappointing - he lost his hard-on a couple of times and in the end he didn't come. I had been well fucked by Adrian though and I enjoyed the whole experience. During the night something woke me and I couldn't get back to sleep. They had told me to make myself at home so I pulled on my pants and went downstairs in search of a cold drink. A few minutes later I heard someone coming quietly down the stairs. It was Darren, wearing just a pair of black Armani pants which did nothing to hide his hard on. He grinned and came towards me. He pulled me into a little recess area near the back door and soon we were kissing. I was wanking him and he had his hand down the back of my pants and his finger was up my hole. I was still lubed from earlier and he just turned me round, pulled my pants down and pushed his cock against my hole. I pulled my cheeks apart and he pushed right up me and began to fuck. I was now getting the hard, horny fuck I had hoped for earlier from Darren, pants down in a corner of the kitchen while his boyfriend was sleeping upstairs. He fucked me hard and fast and soon his breathing got heavier and he started fucking me harder as he began to come right up me. When he pulled out I licked his cock clean and he laughed and asked "You're a dirty cunt, aren't you?" The next morning Darren had to go to work and when he had gone Adrian made me some breakfast. He asked if I was in any hurry to get away and I said I wasn't. He said he was horny again and asked if I was up for another session. He was wearing jogging bottoms and a T shirt and as he said this he leant back, showing me that his cock was hard. He got his cock out and I began to suck him again. We went upstairs and he led me in to what was obviously a spare bedroom. I sucked and rimmed him some more and then he said he would love to fuck me again. His voice changed and he sounded a bit nervous as he said "the only thing is I...err... I don't think we've got any more condoms". I didn't think for a minute that he really didn't have any condoms but I didn't want to appear to eager, so pretended to hesitate and said I never really did it bareback. He said neither did he and after a while I let him "talk me into it." His eyes lit up and soon I was kneeling on the bed and Adrian was pushing his bare cock up my arse. He had fucked me well the night before but this time he was much more into it and also more vocal, telling me how good it felt to fuck me bareback and how he was going to come right up my arse. He started fucking faster and when he started coming he wrapped his arms round me and pushed his cock right up me, telling me to take his fucking load. It was very horny - especially as he had no idea his boyfriend had dumped a load up me just a few hours earlier. It was a great fuck but there was more to come as Adrian turned me over and went down on my cock. I thought he was going to suck me off and I was close to coming but to my surprise he took the lube and rubbed some on his arse and then climbed on top of me, took hold of my cock and guided it towards his arse hole. He pushed down and my cock went right up him. He groaned "oh fuck, yeah" and started to ride me. After a while he climbed off me and bent over the bed. I stood behind him and pushed my cock up him again. I was soon close to coming and I told him so "Do it," he moaned "fucking do it. Come up my arse." I moaned and started to shoot what I knew was a big load of spunk right up his arse. I had now seen a totally different side to Adrian. I never saw Darren again but I met up with Adrian the next couple of times I was in the area. The first time we went for a few drinks after work and he ended up back at my hotel on his back with his legs in the air as I fucked him bareback and he begged me to fuck him harder and spunk up his cunt. The second time was a quickie when he came by my hotel on his way to work. He was already lubed up and he just dropped his pants and bent over, telling me to fuck him and load him up. When I had shot my load up him he pulled his pants up and went of to work. I found the whole experience really horny and also quite funny. They were both so obviously into bareback sex. I have since wondered if they have been honest with each other or if they are still carefully using condoms in front of each other and barebacking behind each other's backs.

I've always had a thing for straight and bi guys, especially closeted. Some website had an interesting married guy wanting to get with me. He said he was a bottom, wanting to get fucked, but "safe only." He had no picture, but his stats sounded good, and doing married guys was hot. We checked two or three times over a month or two, and we just couldn't get it together. Then one afternoon I received a message on the site that he was going to a hockey game that evening and wondered if he could come over afterward for fun. He knew from my profile that I had a massage biz that I did from my apartment. I used the second bedroom as the massage room, just the right size for the table along with some other stuff around the room... small tables and such to work my clients and have all my massage gear at my fingertips. Planning ahead, I reluctantly hid a condom with my massage stuff, wondering how I could get around the safe sex thing. When he arrived, he was a good looking, a bit stocky (which I sometimes like), dark brown hair, hairy chest... and the wedding band. 'Oh yeah, I've gotta find a way to breed this one' I thought. I anticipated he would be hesitant and stand-offish, but he wasn't. Instead, inviting him back to my massage room, he couldn't strip his clothes fast enough. Nice. And I got a good look as his round ass. He didn't bother with preliminaries, he stood at the foot of the massage table and bent forward, grabbing his ass cheeks and spreading them. I started fingering is hole, dry at first, but I always have lube within reach. I slowly lubed him up, taking a bit of time so he could relax and not panic. I worked a finger in, then two. He was already groaning a little, and I hadn't gone even half way to our destination. Here I was taking my time and he started begging me to fuck him. He looked back and said, "Your going to use a condom, right?" "Oh, of course man. No problem," I replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. My mind was spinning as to how to blow my load in him. I tore the condom open, and as I'm looking at it, I figured out what to do. He was face down, after all, so I had some latitude if I was swift. Instead of rolling the damn condom onto my 7 inches of cock, I unrolled it and flattened it out. I wrapped it around the base of my cock, like a band-aid around my cock. I could hold it in place as I worked my raw fuckpole into his ass. If he wondered if it was on, reaching back, I would make sure I was buried deep in him so he would touch rubber, not skin. I lubed up and put some pressure on his puckered hole. He virtually pushed back onto me, tight at first, but relaxing quite quickly. I wondered if he had done this a lot before. He was groaning louder and louder as I slid in and out of his hole. I could only imagine him taking my load home in him to his wife, telling her that the guys wanted a beer after the game. He loved the fuck, but sure as I thought, he reached back suddenly, reaching to feel the rubber. My timing was good, planted deep in him, he could feel the rubber thinking we were protected. But then I started wondering how I was going to blow in him and him not feel it. I pulled all the way out, holding the wrapped condom in place with my left hand and doused his hole heavily with lube, most of which I pushed in to get him feeling wet. "Gotta make sure we're not dry here," I said. He didn't question or reply. As I increased my pace, he groaned more, and then started saying, "Fuck me. Fuck me deep." That pretty much got me ready to blow my cumload in him, but I slowed down to plan the final workaround. In massage, I didn't use oil, but a professional massage cream, white and about the consistency of cum. It was in a pump bottle on the table right behind me. I went back to concentrating on breeding this closeted bi stud. He was busy stroking his own cock as I pounded him. I almost said, "Want this cumload in ya?" but realized it might tip him off. I replaced it with, "You need a good fucking, don't ya?" "Oh hell yeah," he replied. "I've been wanting to get fucked for so long..." I could no longer hold back, and told him I was going to cum. I could feel my load well up in me, holding back slightly to ensure a real deep shot in his ass. I buried my dick deep in him, pushing my balls tight against his manhole and unloaded. I'm sure I shot several ropes of poz cum in him, and hoped he didn't think it was unusual to be feeling so wet inside. He was just moments behind me in cumming... stroking and still begging me to fuck him deep. I could feel his ass muscles tighten just as he was shooting his load all over the floor under him. We were both trying to catch our breath. I thought I'd better pull out before he caught his breath and started paying attention to reality. I withdrew and quickly unwrapped the flattened condom as I reached behind me for the massage cream. I opened the rubber up and squirted some cream in it, then worked it down to the tip. 'Real enough,' I thought. Then I pulled the condom a bit like a rubber band, snapping it like it was being pulled off my poundpole. I just held onto it as he recovered from his climax, slowly getting up and turning around to face me. "Fuck, that was awesome!" he said. "But I got so wet inside. You had the condom on, right?" I just held the condom out and showed him "my cumload" in it, but didn't hold it for long. I just tossed it into the waste basket. He nodded yes. "You probably just had a lot of ass juice in you, that's all." I knew he had no clue on it. He asked to step into the bathroom to wash off, and as he stepped in, I got a washcloth from the closet. He didn't close the door as he wet down the cloth and washed his cock and balls. He quickly swiped his asscrack and tossed the cloth into the sink. "I need to get going," he said as he quickly dressed. "If I'm home too late she will suspect." He headed for the door, throwing his jacket on and digging for his keys. "Thanks man, we can maybe do this again sometime, yeah?" "I hope so, drive safely going home," I replied. He nodded and was gone. I was still naked, and still hard from knowing I blew my load into him. I went back into the massage room, looking at the floor where he shot a big load of cum, several streams of baby batter wasted on the floor. I couldn't help it... I grabbed my dick and jacked another load out as I relived the breeding.

K9 sounds wild and fun, and when I was 18 or 19 I even tried to lure a neighbors dog that always roamed the neighborhood, but I was 18 or 19 and dumb as hell. All I got from it was some scratches and mosquito bites. I knew a couple guys who had a Great Dane that they regularly let use tricks they brought home- but I was never invited to that event. Maybe I am just older and tamer now, but I would far rather have a hard, 8+ inch guy mount my ass and plant seed two or three times in a row over someones dog-- unless I can have both <g>

Part 2 "You are gonna take all of our poz loads this weekend, slut. And you are going to beg us for each one. We saw how you came when Javi bred you full of his poz load. Now you will be getting ours. Probably a lot of piss too. And maybe a fist or two. More than that if I have my way though." More to come I hope. Also, if there is anyone who is a native speaker of spanish and wishes to help me make the spanish in this story more real, please message me. I'm pretty sure that most of it is formal spanish, which isn't what a hot papi like Javier would be using. I am so high that I can barely parse what it is he is saying, all that I can tell is that this sexy man with his hot as hell deep voice is telling me what I want to hear - that these men are going to use me as they want to, and fill me with cum. I can feel the air on my hole before he touches me with his cock, his thick head fitting snug into a hole that won't close all the way. His dick head is gritty, and even that sensation is driving my cunt wild. "That's my good lil puta. So hot watching that culo wink and beg for more dick. Tell papi and all of his buddies what that hole needs, hijo." His words barely register, up until he repeats himself with a growl and a slap across my face. "Tell papi what that hole needs, puta!" "My hole needs more cock and cum papi! It needs it bad!" I reply, a waver in my voice, a waver of excitement, of need. A slap to my chest and a hard pull on my pierced nipple, followed by "What kind of cock and cum, puto?" "Poz cock papi, this cunt needs poz cock and cum!" His buddies all laugh again, and a couple spit on me. The man between my legs, whose name I never caught finally pushes his meth covered cock into my hole, stretching it open a little more, and filling me up a little deeper. My eyes roll back, and I bliss out for a second, savoring the feeling of his big black dick stretching my hole out, helping to turn it from a tight negative hole into a gaping poz cunt. It isn't long before the motion of his dick and the cum already lubing me up melt the meth in me, and make my ass start to smolder. The burn feels so fucking good as I get higher. I feel a cock slapping my face, and I can smell the sweat of this hot male flesh, the pheromones making me want it all the more. "Open your mouth slut, and stick out your tongue." I comply, drooling at the prospect of having another cock in my mouth, while there is one slamming my hole hard. I can taste the sweat, and the beginning of cock cheese on this cock, and feel the foreskin with my tongue, all of this making me moan like the cock loving puto that I am. Then I feel the piss start flowing, and hear the command to swallow most, but to let some of it cover my face. At the same time I feel other streams of piss hitting my body, soaking into my fur, running down into the bed of the sling. I hear more voices, most telling me variations of "Fuck yea, drink that piss!" or "That's it pig!" Another cock moves to my mouth opposite the first, and starts pissing into my mouth as well, and this one 's piss is very bitter. If I weren't high as a kite, I wouldn't even want this piss on me, let alone in my mouth and stomach, but I am so high that it seems so much hotter to be drinking this nastier piss. "That's it puto," my papi's voice comes to me, "Drink more of my chemmed piss. So much stronger since I slammed." "I'm gonna breed this hole full of my charged load. Here comes load number number 2!" My attention immediately goes to my ass, and I can feel the muscles contracting and milking the cock that is giving my hole exactly what it want, almost completely outside of my control. "Fuck yea, this bitch is milking my toxic jizz out, he wants it bad!" My papi tells me that I am making him so proud, and he bends down to suck up some of the run off piss and spit it in my mouth before kissing me hard, and motioning for the next man to take his place between my legs, and open my hole even more. And so it goes for I don't even know how long, until I hear a man say that he is pumping load number 8 into me, and commenting as he pulls out that my hole is gaped and refusing to close all the way. At this point, Javier moves in between my legs, while his buddies move to the mattress or chairs around the room, and starts putting his fingers into my hole again. "Well, looks like this hole has gone from a tight little boy hole to an open slut pussy, hijo. Now are you willing to let papi make it into a gaping poz coño? A cumdump hole that papi will be proud to give to anyone who wants to slide in? A loose glove for papi's fist? A bitch hole for papi's dogs?" With each question he jabs his fingers into my button, making me moan, until I finally scream "FUCK YES PAPI! MAKE ME THE POZ PIG CUNT THAT YOU ARE PROUD TO OWN!" He leans down and kisses my balls then looks me in the eyes and says "Good puto. You are mine. I am going to make this a coño I am proud to give out for free to my buddies, and sell to dirty men who want in." He looks at one of his buddies and tells him "Go and get the puto a big bottle of water, he needs it." Javier's attention goes back to my hole, rubbing my ring, murmuring to himself in spanish, pulling on my hole, opening it up more, sliding in four fingers, then adding his thumb, and finally meeting resistance. The water comes, and I am told to drink it all, but slowly, while Javier rubs more chems on my hole, and pushes a couple of shards into me, then gets up and grabs a can of crisco. "This is special lube my puto-hijo's hole. It is going to help papi get his fist, then his fist and his pinga into your culo. Do yo like that sound of that hijo?" I frantically nod my head yes, as there doesn't seem to be anything that sounds better at that moment. "Yes papi, please papi, make my coño yours, and as loose as you can!" He grins that evil sexy grin at me, then looks to one of his buddies, a hot Dominican stud with another big cock and a hot biohazard tattoo, and starts to give him instructions in spanish that I don't understand. "Vaya y gato asesino, y llevarme de su leche. Quiero saber si este puede tomar su coño empapado." Go and jack off Killer, and bring me some of his milk. I want to know if this cunt can take it. His buddy grins huge and walks out of the room, but my attention is brought back to Javier playing with my hole. "I think it's time to give you another slam, puto. A nice big one. You want a slam from your tóxicos papi?" He says to me as his fingers manipulate my tingling cunt lips. "Fuck yes papi, anything that you want, I want." He grins even bigger as he pulls his fingers out of me, and wipes his hands as he prepares another slam for me. He crushes up the shards after weighing it out on a small scale, and puts the powder in the barrel of the syringe. "I think we are going to give you a real good dose of pig feed this time, coño. This one is .6 grams of meth. Just exactly what my hijo-puto needs." He puts the needle into his vein, and draws out enough of his blood to mix the meth. I watch, totally mesmerized as the meth is dissolved into his blood. The sight is making me hornier. I can't explain it, but I want this so badly. "My blood, hijo. My blood is going to carry this into your body, mixing me with you even more, making you my blood son. This is right, puto, this is what you want, no?" I frantically nod my head, stuttering out "Yes papi, I want your toxic blood carrying the meth through my veins. I need to be your blood son." He walks over to my still restrained arms, and eyes the piss that has been drying on me with approval, wipes a finger in it, and rubs it around on my body. "Maldita sea me encanta este cuerpo todo cubierto de mear y sudor. Mi gran cerdo hijo, la mendicidad para mi tóxicos la sangre y la leche. Tan caliente." Damn I love this body all covered in piss and sweat. My big pig son, begging for my toxic blood and milk. So hot. I am trembling in excitement as that needle gets closer to my arm. My papi lays his arm in my mouth and tells me to clean up his blood as he ties off my arm and slide the syringe in. It feels almost he same as his cock sliding into my cunt. I watch around his arm as the red mix disappears into my vein, and I can feel my cunt tingle with the pleasure of it. I watch papi's face as he is watching mine, and he leans down and kisses me after letting a huge wad of his spit fall into my mouth, and pulls the rubber band off. The heat travels up my arm, more intense than the first time, and I can feel the cough coming on, and I let it come. Javier steps between my legs, and slams his cock into my hole, making me scream in pleasure. Surely my screams are loud enough to be heard on the street, but papi just laughs and tells me he knows how much I love his pinga. He fucks me wildly for several minutes, as far as I can tell, and one of his buddies comes back, the Dominican he sent out earlier. He hands me a cup of watery white liquid, which my papi tells me to drink slowly. In between tastes of the Dominico's cock, I get sips of this bitter fluid, which oddly turns me on, and makes my papi smile even bigger and more evilly. He pulls his cock out of my hole, and says "It's time to learn to be a glove, puto. You are gonna love this shit!" With that he sits on a chair between my legs while Marco, the Dominican, keeps fucking my face, letting me drink his piss, and finish the cup of liquid. I am loving every second of it. I feel papi rubbing something onto the dangling lips of my hole, and feel his fingers going in. Four to start with, then adding more from his other hand, pulling my hole open, making me moan around Marco's cock. I have no idea how long this is going on, but it feels like five minutes later, I am hearing papi telling me to hit the poppers, 5 deep breaths and hold them for 5 seconds. Marco helps me, and Javier just tells me what a good coño I am, and then I feel him push against some pressure, all four fingers and his thumb, his whole big hand pushing into me. I bear down with him, trying to help him get his fist into my cunt, when it just pops in. The cheers from all the men around me are nearly deafening, and I am flushed with pleasure and exertion. My cunt has never felt so full and so right as this moment. "Fuck yes puto, you have my whole hand in your coño, how does that make you feel, to be papi's glove?" I pant out my answer as precum leaks from my still soft cock like a seive. "Oh my fucking God papi, you are my papi, and my God, your fist feels so right inside me!" His buddies laugh, and another starts slapping my face with his cock while I go back to sucking Marco. It isn't long before Marco tells me he is going to cum, and not to swallow it yet. "Shit, drink my leche, bitch! Hold my AIDS cum in your slut mouth!" I feel him squirt stream after stream of hot cum into my mouth, filling my mouth up completely, it is such a huge load. "Open up and let me see my swimmers in your mouth, puto." I open my mouth and he reaches a finger in and starts to dig his nails into my gums, after a little while he seems satisfied and tells me to swish for 30 seconds, then swallow his delicious leche. This entire time, Javier is twisting his fist in my cunt, digging it deeper into me, and my body just seems to be sucking it in, needing more and more of him in me. After I swallow Marco's load, Javier starts to withdraw his hand from my coño, making pleasure rush up and down my body in waves, and cum leak out of my dick as he gives me an anal orgasm. I black out for a moment, and when I come to, it is to see Javier grinning at me proudly and sexily, and he shows me the powdered meth and shards in his hand. "You are going to suck my pinga clean first though, and love the taste of your cunt juice in my hood." He slides his dick in, and I swear it is the best tasting cock I have ever had, my tweeked out mind making me greedily suck his cock into the back of my throat. Papi moans, and holds my head with the hand that has no meth in it but is still covered in crisco and my cunt juices, and lets go another stream of piss. He tells me to piss, as I feel something clamp over my boy cock, and I realize I have had to piss badly for a while. The stream I let go is very strong, and ends up filling a good portion of a 2 liter bottle. And still I drink my sexy poz papi's piss, until every drop is drained, and every last molecule of my cunt juices are cleaned off his cock. Javier moves to my hole again, looks down and whistles. "It's definitely hanging open now, hijo. You definitely have a poz coño now, no more tight hole. A gaping coño that your papi is VERY proud of!" With that, he covers his cock in more meth, and slides it into my cummy cunt, the cum and crisco and previous fisting allowing him in with no resistance. Then he takes the hand that has the chems in it, and replaces his cock with that, again, with no problems. Then comes the slight stretch, and the feeling I relish as the burn of the meth starts to kick in. He pushes his cock into his hand while it is in my cunt. I gasp, and writhe, being taken to a new level of pleasure, and my cock explodes, soft as ever, but dribbling out cum at the idea of my papi jacking his cock off in my cunt. "Fuck yea, puto. I knew you were a fucking great choice to be my hijo. You turned out to be a nasty chem-whore for me. And we aren't even close to being done yet. Killer and my other boys, human and canine, need to have a go at this cunt. You are mine forever. And I don't think you mind one bit that I am claiming you, do you?" I grin at him, tweeked out and barely coherent "Fuck no papi, thank you for taking me and making me your hijo, making me your cunt. I want to be yours forever. I want to make you proud of me and my cunt! I will do whatever you want me to papi!" "I know you will boy. As soon as I shoot this charged load in your gaped out cunt and plug you up, my buddy who does tattoos is going to give you some ink while that cunt rests for a couple of hours. When I come back, the dogs are going to breed you, and then even more poz men are going to have a go at that coño muy caliente!" I can feel him picking up the speed of his strokes on his big dick inside me as he says this, and I know he is going to blow a big wad of poison cum in me. And there is nothing in the world that I want more in that moment than to feel his big, hairy, uncut, toxic cock explode inside my cunt. "Here it comes, hijo-puto! You ready for another toxic load from papi? Here it is, just what you have needed all your life!" He pants loudly, then pulls his hand out and moans and growls and grunts as he slams his dick in me. Harder and faster he slams his giant cock in me, my cunt struggling to milk his load out of him when he slams in balls deep, as deep as he can get his cock to go, and I swear I can feel it pulsing as he kisses me hard enough to crush my lips, sucking on my tongue, my hands struggling against their bindings, wanting to pull on his ass to get him in deeper. Panting, he pulls his face away and grins again. "There you go hijo, another load of toxic papi leche for your coño muy caliente." Reaching over, he grabs a plug of a size I never would have considered taking before tonight, places the fat tip against my gaping hole, and pops it in with the heel of his hand. "There you go, hold that charged seed up there while you get inked. You will do whatever Marco tells you to while he is inking you, won't you puto?"

It’s very rare that I go to the local bear bar. For one, I’m a little guy. Oh, I’m tall enough, I clear six feet with a little left over to spare, but I’m pretty slim (and that’s on a week where I’m feeling good about myself, otherwise I have to use the dreaded “skinny” word). Thing is, I’ve always been interested in the bear type. Unfortunately, those husky, rough, stocky guys rarely seem to like little guys like me. I’m not a large guy, have dark red hair that turns brown on my head, but stays a dark read on my goatee, chest, and everywhere else. I’ve also got mismatched eyes - the right one is green, the left one is blue. They’re both pretty dark, and it’s hard to tell until you’re up close, but every now and then, someone notices, and they always get extra points. But, regardless, I’m a little guy. One guy once said, “I’d be afraid to break you.” Hey, I might like getting broken. I’m digressing, where was I? Oh, right. I had a rare weekend off from working my retail job, and having a confident day, I decided to head out to the local bear-pub. I sat out on the patio for most of the late afternoon with a book, since it was nice weather, then went inside and stuck my book behind the bar with the bartender and set about to some bear-watching. One of the benefits of Ottawa having only one real bear-bar is that all the bears come visit. Even better, being in the nation’s capital has the added bonus of attracting a lot of travellers (though, I’ll admit, Toronto and Montreal have more traffic, and I’ve sure had fun at the bottom of a big ol’ pile of bears in both cities, but I’m digressing again). I’m sitting at the window-table, which is round and normally seats about five, but it’s early and no one is really here yet - and a lot of people are outside smoking (yeah, anti-smoking laws, it sucks. I don’t smoke, but man do I love to watch a stocky man puff on a cigar). And then in walks a man in - I kid you not - a security guard outfit. Now, normally, I’d think to myself, “Roleplay.” But it’s a tad early, and he seems to have a really “real” outfit, right down to highly polished boots. He’s about my height, but he’s a big guy - stocky in the right ways - not a cut muscular body-builder, more like what you’d call “Farm muscle.” He was strong in a beefy stocky way that you know came from honest hard work, not gym bunny stuff. Add to that a full beard and hair dark enough that you could see it all over his forearms and I was thinking it might be worthwhile to get arrested. Anyway, he grabbed a beer, and sat down to drink it, looking around vaguely. He caught me staring at him, and so I nodded and tried to look nonchalant. He nodded back and went back to his beer. That’s about typical. After I finished my drink (and he was on his second beer), I wandered past him (nice thick hands, and - lo - a wedding ring), and went to the pool table. Normally I just watch, but I was bored, and I figured I could stare at the officer stud between shots at the table without looking too obtrusive. He was near the end of the bar, well within sight of the pool table in the lower room to the rear of the bar. I put down my loonie, and when the current game ended between two bears I vaguely knew from the “Bear Brunches,” I got to play the winner. I am willing to admit that I chatted up the two to see if they knew the uniform man, and they said they didn’t. When he strolled over on his third beer and put down a loonie, I suddenly wished I could play pool worth a damn. Suddenly, however, the bear I was playing got very bad at pool (he winked at me as he sank the 8-ball by “accident”) and I ended up playing with the officer. Oh man. I could barely speak. For one, he’d undone the first two buttons on his dress shirt now, and there was a veritable forest of black hair in there to play with. For two, he was being friendly enough. I learned that he was here for some sort of cop/peace-officer/corrections-officer parade and event. His arm-badge said “Correctional Services Correctionnels, Ontario.” The man worked in a prison in a fair sized city up north. Have I mentioned I could barely speak? Married, no kids. Damned good pool player. I was struggling for the game not to end quickly, but I lost pretty fast, and he offered me another shot. I laughed, told him I sucked (unintentional advertisement, I assure you), but he shrugged and said he had the rest of the day free, and that the parade proper didn’t start until the next day. I found out he was in the Lord Elgin (nice place), had his own room, and did I mention I could barely speak? Then the bombshell. When I asked him what brought him to the Centretown Pub, he says, “I was just walking and it looked like a good place for a beer.” Crish-crash for the hopes and dreams of this little otterboy. Married, Prison Guard... straight. Oops. Part of me wanted to tell him that he was in a gay bar. The other part of me figured that if he hadn’t noticed the way he was getting ogled, and how swishy the bartender was, then he had no right to be a corrections officer anyway. As the bar filled up, I noticed him casting odd glances around, and we played another three games (I actually won one when he missed the 8 ball at the end), and I bought him a beer for the sole reason of gloating to the rest of the bar with my eyes that yes, I was here with the prison guard. They could do without knowing he was straight and married. We were crammed in at the bar when he finally turned to me and said, “You’re gay.” I couldn’t help it. He stated it with such vague unease that it made me laugh. Here was a big strong husky stocky prison guard stud and he’s uncomfortable with a little guy like me. I’m probably giving myself too much credit - there was a bar full of bears by this point, all looking at him. I managed to wipe the smirk off my face and nodded, and said, “Yup. It’s okay, I saw your ring.” He looked at it, smiled, and had another swig. Talk was better then. He eased up on the topic, and I admitted that it was fun to be chatting with him in front of all the other bears. Then I had to explain what a bear was. He laughed at that one. He asked a few intelligent questions about a guy my age being in this particular bar (I’m 26, and the average patron was likely in his late thirties/early forties), so I explained my “tastes” in older stocky beary men. By this point I was tipsy (like I said, little guy I am, third or fourth beer by now), so I was likely flirting a little. He eventually glanced at his watch, saw it was nearly midnight, and said he should probably try and find his way back to his hotel. Well, being the consummate gentleman I am, I offered to walk him to his hotel, which he accepted easily enough. I left the bar with the stare of a dozen envious bears on my back, and I soaked it up happily. While we were walking, however, his questions got a little bit more intense, and I started to wonder about my new friend the security guard. “How long have you liked older guys then?” he asked. I told a particularly poor-taste story of how I got my first real hard on as a twelve year old sitting on Santa’s lap as a gag with some friends. “So you like older older men,” he said. I shook my head, and said I usually preferred men in their late thirties, like himself. He grinned at me through that awesome fucking beard and said, “Son, if you think I’m in my late thirties, then you’re welcome on my lap anytime.” He laughed a little while he said it, but the combination of “Son” and the notion of sitting on his lap had me hard. My jeans were a little too tight to be comfortable, and I got all tongue tied, but managed to say “Yes, sir.” He glanced at me, and smiled at that, and suddenly the look in his eyes struck me as more than friendly. I got even harder. Unfortunately, as anyone knows who has lived in Ottawa, the Centretown Pub and the Lord Elgin Hotel aren’t that far apart. I was there before I wanted to be, and gestured to the doors, “There you are, sir.” He nodded, “You like saying that, eh, son?” Another thrill at being referred to as ‘son.’ “Saying what?” I tried to be a little coy. “Sir,” he said, and smiled again, “Like the guys we’ve got in the cells.” Oh help. I swear to God my knees got weak. “Yes, sir,” I managed again, but it came out wobbly. He looked at the hotel again, and then at me, and said, “Come on.” I had no trouble saying “Yes, sir,” that time. In his room, which was a nice little room with two windows on one of the corners, and a fairly large bed and two chairs, he turned on the television, and yanked his shirt out from his belted pants. I got a brief flash of a stocky hairy torso, and swallowed hard. He flipped on the television, and then sat on his bed. I stood there awkwardly for a moment, and then sat down on the edge of the bed. “Some of the guys offer to suck me,” he said, in his rolling deep voice, “They say no one sucks a cock like another guy.” My mouth watered, and I said, “Sounds about right, sir.” “Would cost me my job,” he said, and looked at me, “So I never found out.” I nodded. “Suck my dick,” he ordered. Oh man, I can’t tell you how my whole body jerked when he said it. I pretty much threw myself at his crotch, and started to undo his belt. “Yes, sir!” I said, and in about four seconds I had his belt undone, his zipper down, and tugged down his white briefs enough to get his cock out. Thick, uncut, and fuck did he have a hot man scent going on. Hairy bush tickled my nose as I started licking his shaft a little. Even soft he was thick, and I knew that he might not be long when he was hard - maybe six and a half inches - but he’d be thick. I swallowed him, and he got hard pretty damned quick. I dug my tongue under his foreskin, and licked around his cockhead. He liked that, and grabbed the back of my head with one hand and shoved me down on his cock when I did that. “Yeah son, suck that dick,” he moaned, in his grumbly voice, “suck it good, fuck yeah.” I went down on him with a vengeance, and he got so hard and thick my spit was dribbling down his shaft and getting his pubic hairs wet. He kept shoving my head down agains this crotch, and once he did it so forcefully that I started to gag. He pulled me back, and as his cock slapped up against his hairy stomach he said, “I thought you could suck cock good, son.” “I’m sorry, sir!” I said, and he smiled at me with a really hot look in his eyes. “That’s how you want it, eh?” He shoved my head back into his crotch, “Lick my balls, son. Lick em good.” I sucked on his balls, licked them, and said, “yes sir!” as often as I could between licks. He mashed my face into his groin, then put my mouth back on his cockhead again and ordered me to suck. I sucked. It got faster and hotter, and wanting to test the boundaries a little, I put one of my hands under his shirt and ran it over his furry chest. His pecs were hard with my sucking, and he felt like he looked - like a stocky football player or something. He didn’t move my hands, so I kept exploring. With one hand I wrapped my fingers around his cock so I could give his cockhead more attention, with the other I found one nipple in his hairy chest and started to roll it between my thumb and forefinger. That god a deep moan. “Fuck yeah, son, suck my cock... play with my chest... you want it, don’t you, son...” “Yes sir! I’m your boy!” I gasped out, and went back to sucking again. His balls were drawing tight, and I could feel his entire body tense. “You want my cum down that throat, son? That what you want?” I just sucked harder, running my tongue around his cockhead furiously, and he grabbed my head with both hands and shoved me down his meat - I felt his load shoot into my throat, and I nearly gagged again, but he held me fast on his dick. “Fuck yeah, son!” he yelled. I swallowed furiously, but quite a bit of it leaked out around my lips and onto his bush. He grunted, fucking my face, and I swallowed more. Finally, he slumped back, and released his hold. I kept sucking, and then released his cock and licked up all the cum from his pubic hairs. Fuck he was hot - salty and slick. I lay there on his legs, and he smiled down at me. I licked my lips, and said, “Thank you, sir.” He put his rough thumb in my mouth, and I sucked it. He chuckled, “You keep that up, boy, and I’m gonna want it again.” Boy. Fuck. Nothing makes me hotter than bein called Boy. Goddamn. I suckled his thumb more insitantly, and he grinned, “Get up, son.” I got up, regretfully, but I had a belly full of cum and that would have to be enough. But he just got up, went to the bathroom, and wiped off the bits of his cum that were on his bush. When he came back out, the shirt was undone, revealing his hot stocky fur-covered chest, and he was only wearing his briefs, having left the pants in the bathroom. He stood above me beside the bed, and grabbed my crotch, feeling my hard on. “You’re turned on, eh son?” “Yessir,” I said. I was never going to tire of saying that. “I ain’t gonna suck that, boy. I ain’t no pussyboy.” “Nosir!” I said. He smiled, and leaned right into my face, “You making fun of me, boy?” “No Sir!” He smiled, “Sometimes the boys make fun of us guards. Think we’re stupid. You think I’m stupid, boy?” “No sir!” “Good,” he said, but he was still holding my crotch. God it felt good to have this hot fucking stud holding my hard-on, even through my jeans. “You get fucked, boy?” I writhed! “Yes sir, please sir!” He kept a hard grip on my dick. “The guys say they suck better than a chick, and you proved that right. They also say they fuck better than a pussy - is that right, boy?” “Oh yes sir!” He was squeezing. It was starting to hurt my balls but fuck it was turning me on. “Please sir, fuck me!” He laughed, and let go, “Show me your ass, boy.” I fumbled with my pants, but got them off as fast as I could, and tugged off my briefs the same way. Obediently, I rolled over on my tummy, and put my ass up in the air like a good pussyboy. He held my ass with both hands - gripped it roughly with those awesome calloused hands, and I got so damned hard all over again. I balanced on one arm and jerked my cock with the other, but only got in one stroke before he’d grabbed both my hands and wrestled himself on top of me. My cock was pressed against the bed, and I could feel his hard on again through his briefs, right near the crack of my ass. I writhed. “Don’t you know that boys aren’t allowed to touch themselves on my watch?” I moaned, “No, sir! Sorry, sir!” He kept my wrists in one of his big hands, and started reaching for something. He couldn’t reach, so he dragged me up a bit, and I stumbled, but he kept me on my feet as we walked to the closet by the door. My hard-on strained out ahead of me, and I could feel the hair on his forearm against my back. Fuck I needed to cum! He grabbed something, and before I knew it, he was shoving me back towards the bed, climbing back on my, pinning my legs under his own knees, and then, with a quick and obviously practiced motion, he cuffed me. The feel of hte handcuffs make me moan out loud. “You can’t touch yourself now, boy.” He let go of my wrists, and I started to struggle. He laughed. Oh man. He grabbed my ass again now, one cheek in both hands, and rubbed. “My wife never lets me fuck her ass, boy. Says it hurts. It hurt, boy?” “Yes, sir!” I tried not to sound pathetic, and was rubbing my cock against the bed furiously. Oh man oh man... “I don’t care if it hurts boy, I’m gonna fuck that ass. Looks nice and tight, boy. Better than a pussy, right boy?” “Oh yessir!” I was nearly yelling now, and he laughed, enjoying my frantic humping of the bed. With a yank from both hands, I was up on my knees again, my face pressed against the bed, but my cock up away from the bed, rock hard and aching. He spat at my hole, and I thrashed. He laughed again, “Gonna fuck your ass, boy.” “Please sir, fuck my ass sir! Ride me hard, sir!” He pulled his cock out of his underwear again, and teased me by putting his cockhead at my hole. “You want that boy?” I tried to shove my ass back onto his cock, but he kept my ass in place with his hands. The strength of him turned me on and was pushing me over the edge, I was writhing, “Please sir, fuck me, fuck my ass, plow this boy!” I kept chanting it over and over. He shoved himself into me with one brutal thrust, and I fucking saw stars! I screamed with it - he filled me up with his thick fucking cock up to bursting, and with only one glob of spit I was on fire! It burned, it felt like he was breaking me up inside, and I yelled. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand and shoved my face into the covers of the bed, “Fucking tight ass, boy!” he yelled, “You wanted it rough, boy, you’re gonna get fucked!” “Please, sir! Wait.. You’re... ahhh!” was about as far as I got before he pulled himself back, and just before popping his cockhead out, he shoved himself back in again, and I was screaming again. He did this three or four times, a slow pull out, and a rough fuck in, and I felt myself collapsing under him. Only his hands, now back on my ass, kept me on my knees for him. My hands were straining in the cuffs, and without any more warning, he started to fuck me faster. “Fuck yeah boy, tight fucking ass... better than pussy... fuck yeah... take it, boy, take it...” He grunted while he assaulted my ass, and through the burning it started to work into that rubbing that feels fucking awesome - the slamming of a cock inside that lets you know you are being ridden by a fucking man. I moaned again, feeling my hard on returning, and he started getting more verbal. “You little pussyboy, you take that cock, you’re just a fucking pussy fag, arent you boy?” “Yes sir!” I would yell, over and over, while he slamfucked my ass. Before long, his pace went from fast to furious, and he started shoving me down with each thrust, his hands biting into my ass they were clenching so hard. I could feel his dick getting thicker, and fuck I was mad with it, I started begging. “Give me your load sir! Cream this boypussy, sir!” He let out a long, harsh yell, and fucked me so hard my knees started to bounce up off the damned bed, and with his yell he shot a hot liquid load up my ass. His second load wasn’t as big as his first, but the feel of it shoved me right over the edge and came as he collapsed on top of me. He lay there, heavy on top of me, dick still inside me throbbing last bits of cum down my hole, and I could barely breathe. My ass felt like it would never get tight again, and leaked his cum. My shoulders burned from the cuffs, and he rubbed his beard against my neck, moving his mouth to my ears, and said, “Better than pussy, boy.” He rolled off me, but left me cuffed like that while he got himself cleaned up. He was fucking rugged looking - cum dripping from his cock, his underwear wet with it, his shirt all rumpled and pits wet with sweat, chest hair damp with it. He washed his face, and cleaned his cock, then he made me ask him to be released, a process that involved many “Sir”s and begging. He let me spend the night, and in the morning he fucked me again, this time with me on my back, arms still cuffed behind me, so he could watch my face. He said he liked that better, and ordered me to give him his number, and gave me an extra “Correctional Services Correctionnels, Ontario” badge. Apparently, these Correctional Officer Parade things happen on a semi-regular basis. I can’t wait for the next one. I also wonder if he’s as worried about his job anymore. If he’s not, I’m damned fucking envious of the convicts in his home town.