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So this is just the foreplay. Would love some feedback as there are so many directions to go after this. Thanks for reading. -sewerffag@gmail.com I’ll just get right down to it, cuz that’s what we’re here for right? So my meth dealer is fucking sexy/sleazy/I’d fuck him when I’m sober/I drool over him when high and is the kinda confident macho bro that knows it. I’d guess he’s right around 40 but his demeanor and look is younger, as if he’s not maturing past his early 30s. He works out plenty, and while he's definitely always high, he handles his drug well, so well that he’s made it apart if his swagger, upping his sex appeal (course this aspect probably only appeals to meth users). Now, he’'s definitely straight because he always has hungry, territorial bitches hangin on him when I come to pick up, but like most straight guys who know they're hot, hung, and have an inflated ego (false or otherwise) he teases the fags shamelessly. Whores for attention, and I’m a sucker for an attention whore. One Friday afternoon when I am over to pick up, I know he’s horny and in a mood because he is shirtless and wearing these navy blue Gym shorts (why is it always gym shorts?) that he sags, showing off some nice furry crack and about an inch of what looks like dingy CK boxer briefs. I’ve seen these shorts numerous times but it dawns on me just now that if he didn’t sag them so much they’d only fall to about mid thigh, peculiarly short for such a bro. In any case his huge cock flops visibly around in them when he saunters towards me, his muscled ass stretching the worn navy nylon in the back, and a few holes show flesh or underwear beneath. Without fail he always manages to bend over or squat at least once each visit in locations that are blatant appeals to my obvious faggot desires. Sure, he knows that I know that he knows I’d get on my knees and beg for it if he allowed me the opportunity, but what he doesn’t know are the all the diverse and extreme ways I would beg to service him. It is this knowledge, this indecorous depravity, that allows me to barely maintain my confidence around him. I was sure that if given the chance and motivation I could blow his mind by getting him to blow his load in 3 minutes or less, and change his life forever. The fucker sure gives me a run for my money though...those first few clouds he offers me, knowing I haven't smoked in a while so he can watch me go from composed business-casual gay to sweaty, needy, chemwhore in 60 seconds flat. I just can't help it. That bitch Tina immediately hijacks my brain, silencing any self control, dignity or hesitations and ignites a pathetic hunger, an inexhaustible need… My eyes (and my kunt) dilate, my cock twitches, and I salivate from both holes and my cock all at once. Unconsciously I rub my inner thigh and readjust my cum swollen balls and swelling cock. I know that I'm staring at him, at his muscles as he flexes his arms ripping the bong, the size of his hands, and then my eyes following the massive cloud he blows purposely down onto his crotch. The perfectly timed twitch of his cock through the swirling smoke, a trap I realize immediately when he snickers and my eyes snap to his leering back at me. Without breaking eye contact he leans forward, let’s spreading wider (those fucking gym shorts!) and passes me the bong. “Here ya go man, best shit I’ve had in a while. Been making me wicked horny all day. Take a couple good rips off that while I weigh you out.” I don’t even hesitate or don’t break eye contact till he smiles and looks away to go about our transaction. Torch clicks, crystal melts, chamber fills and I suck that bong like the glass cock it is. He watches me exhale a thick cloud even bigger than his and whistles. I’m already power lunging my 3rd rip when he leans back into his chair, folding his beefy arms behind his buzzed sandy blonde head and exposing those ripe pits. He slouches more, legs spreading further and crotch pushing forward even more and resumes his leering as I exhale... even more slowly this time, letting the smoke ooze from my mouth while meeting his domineering gaze. At this point I don't really care that he's smirking down at me, in fact it does exactly what it’s meant to: makes me want him, to submit to him more, helplessly falling deeper into his well practiced thrall. Now, as an unwavering, no reciprocation necessary, worshiper-of-cock kind of cocksucker, I have no problem dropping to my knees and servicing any man who knows how to put my grateful holes to good use but in my experience (or my assumptions) not many straight men really know about us faggots and/or just aren't interested. This guy though? I’d bet my left nut he knows exactly what to do with me. I pass the bong back to him and it’s then I realize there’s no one else in the house for once...just him and those fucking gym shorts with that big old dick print and some ripe fucking pits. Usually, I come in, give him cash, smoke a few hits and then leave, but this time he has invited me in, sat me on his couch across from him and is casually getting me twisted bong high. “So Cassandra thinks you’re a faggot” he states. “She says you’re kind occasionally come into her club cuz they’re still closeted and trying to play it straight in front of their bro friends. ‘They’re always so awkward and never want a lap dance but they always tip real well,’ she says. You ever had that experience?” He more insinuates than asks. “No actually, I embraced my faggotry at a young age so I never had to ‘fake it.’ More often I am the person those bros call when they leave the club. All horned up, buzzed, and looking to use some hungry hole or be serviced with out the emotional shit their women make them go through,” Hell if he thought he would catch me off guard and shame me into…whatever he had in mind, he thought wrong. This response shocked him for a moment as he coughed and sputtered out his cloud, looked at me dead on checking to make sure I wasn’t bullshitting him, and then smiled. “So after Cassandra told me this, I did a little research. Fuckin Tumblr opened my eyes real wide. I’ll admit I had no idea you guys really existed…and what really got me going is that you exist to worship, service, whatever the fuck I want. The moment you walked in today I knew Cassie was right and that you will gratefully do whatever I tell you.” The fact that this last part was a statement and not a question made me whimper under my breath. He passed me back the bong and said, “Finish that faggot. I can tell you’re about to loose your shit just being in my presence and for what I have in mind, I want you all ready to go. Then you can show me if you faggots are worth a real man’s time. “

In DC for a couple days and decided to check out the Crew Club last night after getting into town. Pretty good setup and nice and clean. Got my room, stripped down, lubed my hole and put my jock on and went for a walk to check things out. Saw a couple tops lying in their rooms and said hello including one black one that looked like he had a nice cock although he had his towel over it. Went back to my room and lay face down with the door open. The black guy came by about 5 minutes later and started rubbing my ass. When he felt my hole already lubed, he shut the door and mounted me sliding what felt like a nice fat 7" inch cock into me. Fucked me good for about 10 minutes and blew a nice big load inside me. Acted kind of surprised when I thanked him, lol. Went wandering again and played with a couple of cocks in the steam room although it was too hot to fuck in there. Found the dark room and just sat on the bench for a while until a top came in a fed me his cock...a nice thick 6-1/2 one with an up curve to it. Once it was hard, I stood up, put my hands on the wall and bent over. He sank it into me and he had some moved...fast, slow, hard, soft, changing angles. We had an audience and he decided to play pimp offering my ass up to the other guys. Older black guy stepped up and while the first guy held my ass open, slid what felt like a baseball bat inside me, just took my breath away. I think he rearranged my insides with that thing. Fucked me good for about 5 minutes while the first guy pinched my nipples and talked dirty in my ear about what a fucking whore I was. I could actually feel the cum spraying my insides when he came. He smacked my ass once as he pulled out and was gone. His cum started dripping out and the first guy stepped up again, rubbed his cock in it and jammed it back inside me but I guess watching me get bred had him all worked up because he came about 2 minutes later. Wandered back to my room and changed into my other jock because the first one was soaked from all the cum leaking out of me. Stayed for about another hour, but nothing else really happening and I still had to catch the Metro back to my hotel and it stopped running at 11:00 so I left. All in all, a pretty good night :-)

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

When I went to the baths on a weekend night I had too much competition to get fucked like that. There would be three bottoms bent over offering their asses to whomever wanted a turn. Sometimes a man would go down the line, trying every hole, sometimes a man would fuck you until he came, but usually they'd fuck you and then go looking to see what other asses were available. And, since most of these guys were going to stay at the baths until four in the morning, they'd be saving their load for later on. My problem was that I just couldn't stay up until four, I got too exhausted. But one weekday afternoon I went to the baths around 3. There were a fair number of cars in the parking lot, so I was encouraged. What I hadn't realized was that at that time of day there were a lot of older men looking for some action. They were probably married or otherwise closeted, and had gotten off work early and were planning on going home at five. And there weren't many bottoms there. I've always preferred older men, so I was in hog heaven. None of them were porn stars or bodybuilders, but they were horny and wanted to fuck me raw. I got five loads in a little over an hour and went home happy and satisfied.

I was on the fuck bench at the bathhouse, lately it has been my favorite place to take anonymous loads. The place was fairly busy so I had only been there a minute when a guy slid his cock into my hole. I ran my hands down his hairy legs, he was built. Luckily his cock was not huge so it was a good starter cock for the evening. He gave me a nice even fucking dumping his load deep, a smack on the ass and he was gone. I turned my head and was rewarded by a cock in my face. It was a little guy, uncut and very hard. I was able to swallow it and his balls at the same time. I love uncut cut, playing and chewing on the foreskin, running my tongue in the folds. It might have been small but he sure was leaky. I often went dug deep into his piss slit for more juice. As I sucked cock a new top helped himself to my cummy hole. This guy was bigger than the last so I had to hit the poppers to help my ass adjust. The guy in my mouth got really excited when the top mounted me. I felt him reach down and feel the guys cock, checking for a condom I guess. He leaned down and told me I had raw cock up my ass. "Just giving this cumdump what he wants," was the reply from the top. "Oh yeah, this boy already has a load in him." This made the guy in my mouth even more excited. He got really vocal encouraging the guy in my ass to fuck me hard and dump his load in my guts. "How 'bout you load him up first," said the top stepping back and guiding the other guys cock in my hole. I think he was hesitant to stick his raw cock in me but the alpha top was in control and the poor guy was about out of his mind. He came hard the second he bottomed out. He bucked and bucked trying to drive his jiz as far as he could with his little dick. The bigger top pulled him aside. "Time to finish this," and he slammed into me hard. Back to the poppers. I earned that load. He fucked me hard and fast making the bench creak and groan. I thought it might fall apart. By the time he shot his wad we had an audience. The little guy hung around watching the show and stroking his still hard meat. He ended up fucking me three more times that night. His cock rock hard every time his nailed me. I'd go a couple hours and then there he'd be grinning like crazy and asking me how many loads I had taken since I had seen him. He was fun. Once the alpha top wandered off the guys that had been watching took turns on my ass. It was crazy. There was five guys maybe six taking turns on my ass and mouth. It was awesome. I was a total whore being used as a cumdump. I eventually got all their loads. Two in my mouth and the rest in my cum hole. The last guy to breed me pulled me off the bench and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He was tall and lanky, rangy with pockmarked face and very veiny. He made me so hard. "You are coming back to my room," he ordered. "I want my boyfriends to fuck you". Boyfriends? That sounded hot.....to be continued. I gotta jerk off.

I lost track of my fellow inductees for a while. I was inside enjoying being naked with all the other guys. What I found in this club was the freedom of being sexual with other men without the usual posturing and bullshit. It I wanted to experience a guy’s cock for a couple minutes or an hour, that was cool. If I was talking to a group of guys and a guy rubbed his cock against my gaping rosebud, it was cool too to let him explore my hole. And of course, no drama about are you “neg or poz.” It was great to talk to them about their biohazard tattoos, in particular each man seemed a very individual take on the meaning of the tattoo, and, of course, given all of the men had been given a biohazard tattoo on the crotch, just above his cock, the placement of their second biohazard tattoo was no less revealing, why it was important for some guys to have the second tattoo hidden, and others chose to be tattooed in a location which was visible in the course of daily life. It was after midnight, and the Conversion Club members were slowly saying their goodbyes. The four of us felt given the amount of poz cum, and the blood slams that I did, we're pretty well set for seroconversion. We grabbed our stuff from the clothes check and thanked everyone for their hospitality and for sharing their infection with us. The four of us exhanged cell numbers and e-mails so we can hang out soon. I gave Mike a kiss, stuck my hand down his pants and said, "I want more time exploring those nipples ... maybe I'll get some too." He said, "I was hoping you would!" I switched off and kissed Andrew and said, "I want more of you!" He said, "You didn't stick your hand down my shorts ... I don't believe you." With that I turned him around, slid my hand down the front of his shorts and inserted two fingers inside. I asked "Believe me now?" I pulled my hand out, and he grabbed it and suck my fingers dry. "Yeah, we're good," he chuckled with a smile, adding "Yeah, we're definitely good." Blake asked "Hey, I took Uber, can you give me a ride? I said, "Yes, of course." We got in the car and I put the top down ... it was still a beautiful night. "Where's your shirt," Blake asked. "I didn't bring one. You're overdressed ... take your shirt off." "Just my shirt?" "For now ... and undo the top button of your shorts. I might need in there." I likewise undid my button and pulled the zipper down a little bit. I asked him, "Can we stay together tonight?" He said, "I was going to ask the same thing. My place is closer and I have an underground garage. Let's go there." We were back in traffic again, really the only one way to go ... so I reached over and unzipped his shorts so I could grope him. He did the same to me ... and it did not go unnoticed. Guys in trucks and people walking on the sidewalk saw us ... and we didn't care. We parked at Blake's building and got into the elevator. I pulled his shorts down and then my shorts ... and when the door opened I led the way out of the elevator, naked, carrying my shorts. He said, "You are a nut!" Once inside, I suggested "Wanna get a shower. I, for one, smell and feel gross! "I'm one step ahead of you. I've got the shower heating up and towels set aside." Before we stepped into the shower, he took my arm and removed the bandage from the blood slam, licked the injection point, and said, "Just for good measure." We got under the rainfall shower head and let the sweat and body fluids roll off us. It felt good. "You know," he said, "We both have a butt-full of cum in our holes." I said, "Yeah, I've been focused on keeping it all in." He gave me a kiss and said, "I think it's okay to let it out now." I smiled and said, "I want it on my chest!" "You what?" "I want to lie down on the floor and I want you to squat over my chest and let your ass juices flow all over my chest." His cock jerked and rose to attention, which merited my rye observation "I see you hate that idea." I got down on the shower floor and he positioned his cock near my mouth and his hole over my pecs. He slowly opened up and cum, plus a little mucus and blood, came oozing out. It was hot to see his hole open up for me. I slid two or three fingers in and out of his hole, then re-positioned him over my crotch so I could plunge my cock in and out of his hole, just to get it all out ... at least that's what I told him. We didn't wipe his ooze off, but I traded places with him so I could give him my ass slime. He was tugging on my foreskin trying to break concentration, but my cum loads needed to come out. I opened my hole to get it to gape open to let the bulk of it out, then I worked on pushing out my rosebud. I said, "Put your hand under my hole and leave it there." Once Blake's hand was in position, I put some pressure on my guts and my rosebud slowly pushed out onto his hand, profusely dripping the whole time, which earned Blake's exclamation "What The Fuck Is That!" "Blake, Feel it. Here, I'll push out more." "This is wild ... it feels amazing ... can I fuck it?" Blake asked. "If you don't I'll be really pissed off!" I retorted. He positioned his cock and slid my prolapsed rosebud over his big black cock. He used my flesh tube to jack his cock, his eyes rolling back in his head as he muttered "This is amazing ... I need this." "I thought you would like it." "I'm going to cum in it." "Yeah, one more toxic load can't hurt. Go for it!" Soon it was "fuck .. fuck.. fuck ... fuck... this is amazing ..fuck," as he shot his wad and his body shivered noticeably. He was in his happy place. We both stood up and watched the infected cum run off us. He wiped some of the cum from my abs and had me lick it off his finger. I said, "You're such a fucking pervert. Don't stop!" I wiped some cum off his biohazard tattoo and fed it to him as well. He turned on the shower, we dried off and went directly to bed. We slept the night soundly. The next morning as we were having coffee, our cell phones both alerted at the same time. We checked e-mail and read this message: ___ Conversion Club Members - Thank you for attending last night's meeting. I hope you enjoyed your time and helped our three inductees in their quest. Their contact information has been added to our Conversion Club database in our medical practice online portal, under the special access tab. We anticipate Rik and Andrew to display seroconversion symptoms anywhere around two weeks. There's a chance Mike will convert later, but we'll be standing by in the event they require special care. Feel free to message me through the portal. Hopefully we'll have good news in the next couple of weeks. Thanks again to all who shared their gift. Brad Woods ___ I said, "These are organized fuckers, aren't they?" "Yeah, totally. You'll get another one soon regarding your care package." And just like that, I received another e-mail message: ___ Conversion Club Inductees - Thank you for attending last night's meeting. It was getting getting to know (and breed) each of you. We're excited you're going on this journey with us. Seroconversion symptoms include: -fatigue (tiredness) -fever (high temperature) -sore throat -rash -headache -loss of appetite -aching muscles and joints -swollen lymph glands If your fever is over 103 degrees, please call Teddy immediately. Otherwise, send us a message if you experience the other symptoms. In the next couple of days, you will receive a care package from us to help us monitor your conversion. The package will include extra strength asprin, a thermometer and 12 bottles of Gatorade that will help replenish your electrolytes. There will also be six OroQuick HIV tests. Once your symptoms appear, take a test. If you continue to test negative, test again in three days if your symptoms continue. We have tentatively scheduled your time with Zak for your tattoos. You'll be going approximately five weeks from now. He will be in touch in about three weeks with fufther info. Please keep us in the loop. Brad Woods ___ I kept in contact with Andrew and Mike during the next couple weeks. We met up a couple times a week at the gym for classes and Blake met up with us for a couple of five mile runs. We talked about how the seroconversion might go and our trip to Chicago for our tattoos, and where we are going to place the biohazard tattoos once we earned them. Tuesday, Andrew started with a sore throat and then a headache. Wednesday, Mike complained of feeling flu-ish and swollen glands. Saturday afternoon Blake and I went for another five mile run. As I completed the circuit I wondered 'WTF? How can I not be sick?' Sunday night around 7:00 PM I was exhausted. I mean, just done. Around 9:30 PM I came down with a splitting a headache and a fever. I texted the guys, and received these replies: Rik: Great news .. I feel like shit! I think it's on! Andrew: Sweet! Mine is annoying... no big deal. Mike: Join the club... still feel like shit. Mike: Blake has been over a couple times to help out. Good guy. Blake: Excellent! I'll come over to monitor the fever. Rik: Thx ... door's unlocked. Blake walked into the bedroom all sweaty. I had to ask "Were you out on a run?" "Yeah, just finished when you texted. You look like shit!" I did look like shit. The fever had left me somewhat sweaty, and disinclined to do anything, so I was laying in bed, naked, using a a couple beach towels to soak-up the sweat. Blake stripped off his shirt and kicked off his shoes, remarking "Looks like I'll be here a while. I gotta cool down." I couldn't resist teasing him, saying "Get all the way naked and I'll definitely run a fever." He stepped out of his shorts and said, "Done. Let's see where your temperature is now." I was at 100 degrees, which was high but not alarming, but which certainly explained the sweat, and which earned Blake's comment, "Man, you're sexy when you're sweating." "I definitely don't feel sexy." "Poz sweaty guys are usually sexy, and you're no exception. And now you can finally give me a recharge!" I couldn't deny it ... the thought of being able to finally give him a load of poz cum was incredible. My cock started growing and his did too. Fortunately Blake recognized my energies were limited, and took the lead saying "You just lie there, I'll climb on and do the work, but I really need your load. But first...." With that he picked-up the lube bottle, crawled between my legs which he lifted and placed on his shoulders, lubing both my ass and his poz cock. "Wait, you're going to fuck me? Now?" "I'm going to make sure you get pozzed. My viral load is through the roof and I gotta fuck you up while you're sick. This is the right time to bring your immune system down." "Oh my god, you twisted fuck..." I was covered in sweat, burning up from the fever and it wasn't long before he was sweating as well from sliding in my hole, and he fucked away, he commented "I wanted to do a blood slam with you while you're converting, but your ass is too fucking sexy. Would you have liked a blood slam?" Halfway delirious, but still, to share Blake's toxic blood sounded amazing, and now I could slam my blood into him. How fucking hot! I'm running on empty and sweating like crazy from my seroconversion, but the idea of my toxic blood flowing in Blake got me totally boned. He saw my cock getting hard and that pushed him over the edge. "Dude, I'm going to blow my load in your converting hole ... if you're not sick now, just wait until this takes hold." His gasps became more frequent, and then the shot inside me. I could feel his cock spasm inside my hole. After he came down from his climax, he pulled out of my ass and then brought it up to my lips. His big, beautiful black cock glistened with lube and his sperm ... and I didn't hesitate to suck it all in when he pushed inside my mouth. My assjuices were funky, but I love eating ass. He moved down to my uncut cock and then lubed up his hole. Being so out of it, I started to get soft. Blake said, "I got two syringes from Teddy last week and I was going to do some blood slams with you. You would have liked that, huh?" All I could do was nod yes. Blake continued, "I'm sorry I didn't do that. But those syringes didn't go to waste ... last week I did a blood slam with Andrew and Mike ... they fucking loved my toxic blood." Now my cock was rock hard thinking of all of us sharing blood slams. He squatted on my cock and then sat down on it in one swift movement. Once he was at full depth he took a moment to get comfortable, and then started riding my cock, edging me on in saying "Just think, you can now poz neg hole." It was such a turn on ... all I could do was to moan in ecstasy. Continuing, Blake added "Yeah, you fucking gift giver now you can convert neg boys." He was getting me excited. "Tell me who you want to poz first!" Without thinking I said, "My little brother!" and at that point, I shot my load into Blake's hole. Despite being the sickest I've ever been in my life, I had a life-changing orgasm that rocked my world. I was utterly dripping wet from sweat and had soaked the towels beneath me, but I drew the strength required to deposit my first infected load inside the guy who could very well be my poz daddy. He rode me until my cock fell out of his hole. Afterwards he bent down to kiss me and picked-up on my fantasy saying "We need to discuss pozzing your brother." "After you clean your ass juices off my cock," I insisted, fever or no fever. I remember him licking my cock clean, including cleaning under my foreskin. Then I passed out.

CUMMY DESSERTS (Sun., Oct. 22, 2017) - Club120 BB Sex Party October had only 1 one bb sex party at Club120 in Toronto. Naturally, I went. Because I had a fabulous time 2 days prior at Steamworks Toronto, I douched in the hope I'd get some cummy deposits today. And luck would have it, 2 different guys deposited their cumloads in my clean daddy ass. Also, I got to enjoy sucking a few dicks and rimming a few asses in-between. BB sex gets me hungry afterwards, so I enjoyed a 1 lb. of bbq wings at a local eatery and a pint of beer. I drove home quite satisfied after this weekend. Some guys reach their satisfaction point after 20 loads. My motto: Enjoy (young) men's bodies and their fluids. All I need is a few loads in my mouth and ass, and I got to load up a guy with 2 loads of mine at Steamworks Toronto last Friday. I quite enjoy this bb weekend! Cheers!

I was at work today when a random hot cubby guy hot me up on Growlr, saying he was local and felt like bottoming. He was very much my type of bottom guy: slim and quite pretty, so I invited him to meet me at my office, where, once he arrived, I took him downstairs. He immediately got me really hard, then I fucked him over the meeting room table. As his profile said PrEP he didn't ask for a condom, he just spat on his fingers, lubed his hole, and guided my raw cock into his ass. As I fucked him he said "Give me your seed," so I busted a weeks worth of cum into his guts. Afterwards he mentioned he was visiting from Austria. I'm not sure how long he'll be here, but I hope to blow another load in his ass tomorrow.

On Thursday last week a guy who sometimes fucks me messaged on on Scruff and said he was really horny, I tried to time him coming over so he would have come and gone by the time my boyfriend got home which would give me boyfriend the option of using an anon guys cum as lube. As it turned out my boyfriend got home just before this guy was about to show up, so I asked my boyfriend to stay in the dining room with the door closed so I could get the guy into the house, take his load and get him out with out my man seeing who it was. Before long the guy arrived I got him upstairs, got him hard, and he pushed into my hole and starting pumping me really hard, I think he was really bursting as I could tell he was really close to shooting his load after just a few minutes. I gripped his cock with my hole, handed him a sniff of poppers and told him not to hold back which pushed him over the edge and he blew a weeks worth into me. I sucked his cock clean and tried to keep the small talk to a minimum as I knew my boyfriend was waiting downstairs and after hearing me get fucked he would be gagging to unload. Sure enough as soon as I got the random guy out of the door my boyfriend pulled out his cock and took me upstairs. As my boyfriend is pretty huge hung it really helps to be pre-loaded before he fucks me as it just makes his length band girth easier to take so its lucky that he likes me to have a cummy hole for him. He was really horny and gave me a really hard pounding before shooting a few days worth into me. Afterwards we kinda chatted and caught up while he played with the cum in my ass, but this made his get hard again, so after a short break, he was ready to go again. The second time my boyfriend lasted much longer and was really pounding me until finally after about 20 minutes he blasted a second huge load into my ass.

Part 4... Moments later, we arrived at the house. We got out one by one. Jack helped me out of the truck as Chet's fucking had left me weak at the knees and dripping POZ cum down my leg. My boy raced around the car, grabbed my head, and kissed me hard. He reached around behind me and felt my gooey hole. He flipped me around and pressed me onto the hood of the car, right there in the driveway, parted my ass cheeks, and dove in, lapping at Chat's toxic cum as it dripped out of my used hole. He had NEVER rimmed me before and his tongue only made my knees weaker. Chet and Sam lifted me up and laid me down on my back on the hood of the car. My boy climbed up beside me and matched my position. He pulled his legs up and I matched him. Sam crouched by my ass and started lapping as Chet dove into my boy's hole. Jack and Kevin stood by as my boy and I took center stage. Jack peeled Kevin's tight t-shirt over his hairless muscled chest and then pulled down his shorts. Without underwear, Kevin's massive hard uncut cock and huge balls sprang into view. Jack immediately dropped to his knees and started swallowing him to the balls. My boy and I both gasped as our holes were teased by fingers and tongues. “Let's bring this party inside, gentlemen. It's getting cold out here,” murmured Jack, between gulps of Kevin's cock. The two poz studs going to town on me and my boy's hole practically threw us over their shoulders and dragged us inside. Somehow, we managed to make it upstairs to Jack's master bedroom and became a tangle of sweaty bodies, juicy cocks, and sticky precum. After a few minutes of fumbling, Jack, myself, and my boy wound up on our knees with our asses hanging over the foot of the bed. Kevin lined up behind Jack, Sam behind me, and Chet behind my boy. Kevin aimed his dick at Jack's ass as Sam and Chet speared me and my boy. The sounds of man-sex filled the room as the tops did their work. After a few minutes of pounding, Sam pulled out asking, “Think these guys can fuck as hard as they like to get fucked?” “Let's find out!” growled Jack. We all switched places as Jack filled Kevin with his manhood, and I sunk all the way into Sam with one thrust. My boy, who had never topped to my knowledge, thrust into Chet and jackrabbited his ass like a pro. I As I plowed into Sam, I got super hard knowing my boy and I were fucking POZ guys. It then dawned on me that we didn't know Kevin's status. I wondered how well Jack knew this young stud hammering away at his hole. I got my answer. “Fuck me, Kev. Fuck your old man. Fill me up!!!!” Holy shit! Kevin was Jack's SON. “Fill me up with your POZ seed!” Fuck. I was watching a POZ son fuck his own dad!!! “Your son!?!?” shouted Sam, holding his ankles as I fucked him as hard as I could. “I want a crack at that dick!” I pulled out and switched places with Kevin. He slammed in Sam's bare hole as I slid into my boss's guts. Kevin had still not spoken a word, but grunted and growled as he fucked Sam like a pro. “Give it to me. Give me your load,” Sam shouted. “No, I want it!” shouted my boy. He pulled out of Chet and laid down on top of him, ass prone and ready for Kevin. Having taken two poz studs' loads already, it was time for a third's. Kevin pulled out of Sam and thrust into my boy. Three strokes later, he was creaming my boy's hungry hole, shooting his toxic load deep. “Fuck yeah,” he finally grunted. “Want my dad's load too?” “Hell yeah. I want all of their loads.” My boy, what a cum pig. One by one, all of the guys finished off inside my boy. I was so hard I thought my dick would explode. With his hole awash in cum, I slid in last. His hole was sloppy, used, and raw. I knew I wouldn't last long and added my load to his hole in a few frenzied thrusts. As I pulled out, Jack dove into my boy's ass. He lapped up a mouthful of jizz, slid up my boy's sweaty boy, and dripped it, glob by slimy glob, into his gaping mouth. Kevin leaned in and the three of them shared a lewd cummy kiss. With a mouthful of POZ and NEG mixed cum, Kevin started lapping at his father's ass. “Think it will take this weekend, son?” Kevin grinned for a few moments before smiling and saying, “The weekend as only just started. There's lots more to cum.” To be continued?

Part 3... Jack, Chet, and Sam had all fucked my boy over and over before someone suggested we watch the sunset from a private nude beach a few miles away, owned by another of Jack's friends. We pulled on our suits, just for the car ride, grabbed some towels, and piled into Jack's SUV. Jack drove, and my boy sat next to him in the front seat. That left me, Chet, and Sam in the backseat, me squeezed between the two POZ studs. Both of them rested their hands on my thighs as we drove down the bumpy beach road. The vibrations were getting me hard and there was no way I was the only one. I was fully stiff with a wet spot on my shorts by the time we arrived at a closed rustic gate between the dunes. Sam got out and opened the gate and closed it after we'd driven through. We drove a ways further before finally reaching the beach. We stripped, went for a dip and played in the surf for a while. We sat out towels out and made a camp fire as the sun begin to set. It was gorgeous. We talked for a while as the sun went down. The guys reminisced about their college days in San Francisco. They had all fucked around and were shocked to have made it through school without catching anything and celebrated with their tattoos. Jack had gotten married and never explained the tatt to his wife. Chet told us how a boyfriend of his had pozzed him. Chet's boyfriend had been cheating on him bare in the mid-80s in New York and caught the bug then, but didn't know it. After they broke up for other reasons, Chet passed it to Sam without knowing he was POZ. They changed their tatts together some time later. The whole time they were talking, I could tell my boy was turned on. We went for one last dip and the guys took turns making out with my boy in the water. I'm sure all of them slipped their cocks inside him at least once before heading back to the sand. The fire started to die down and the chill in the air told us it was time to head back to Jack's house. My boy was sleepy, no wonder after his long hard afternoon of ass-ramming slutty fun. Still nude, we put fresh dry towels on the car seats, and climbed in. We piled into the car and he took the front seat again, leaning over with his head on Jack's shoulder. I squeezed in between Chet and Sam, their cocks lying on their furry legs. My boy had fallen asleep on Jack's shoulder and was leaning sideways taking up most of the font of the SUV. As we were approaching the dunes, a tanned stud of a boy, not older than his early 20s appeared beside the gate, opened it, and waves us through. Jack rolled down his window and leaned out to kiss him full on the mouth. This guy was beautiful, like a chiseled wholesome all-American Abercrombie model, but way he kissed Jack made me think he had a dirty side. Innocent looks are ALWAYS deceiving. 'Looks like another hunk to fuck my boy,' I thought, wondering if he might be POZ too, who he was, and how he knew Jack. Jack told him to climb on in. “Meet Kevin, guys. He'll be joining us for dinner... and maybe for dessert too... Make some room, back there.” Kevin was clothed, wearing tatty beach-bum board shorts and a tight t-shirt stretched across his bulging pecs, his hard nipples pressing against the cloth. He didn't seem to mind at all that we were all naked. We all squeezed over as Kevin scooched into the truck, but there just wasn't room. Chet hoisted me onto his lap as Kevin got in. I instantly felt Chet's cock springing to life, nestled between my ass cheeks. Kevin didn't say anything, but smiled. As we trundled down the bumpy beach road, I could feel Chet getting harder and harder. I'm sure the road was having the same effect on everyone but it was quiet in the truck as we drove along. After a few minutes, Chet was now fully hard and I could feel my ass getting sticky with his toxic precum. Both Sam and Kevin were looking out the windows, Jack was driving, and my boy was still passed out. I wriggled around on Chet's dick, as if inviting him to make the next move. He whispered into my ear, his hot breath driving me wild. “You want some of my POZ babies too?” I answered by reaching back and stroking his cock. Whenever I'm asked, I tell people I'm 95% top, but tonight my bottom side was definitely turned on. I had felt pangs of jealousy earlier watching my boy take one POZ cock after another, and I was slowly realizing I wanted some for myself. I raised myself up, as the bumpy road helped Chet's aim. One rumble and the head of his cock poked into my tight hole. I quietly gasped with the surge of sudden pain, and Jack looked back at me in the rearview mirror. I'm sure he knew what was going on, but the still-silent Kevin and Sam didn't seem to notice a thing. We rumbled along as I lowered myself slowly, inch by inch, taking more and more of Chet's cock. After what seemed like an eternity, he was fully inside of me, his balls at my ass. The feeling of fullness made me whimper. I gulped for air as the road did it's own work. Chet's breath picked up pace and he was no longer content to just be in me. With each bump, he thrust his hips forward and drove even deeper into me. He picked up his pace and I knew he would soon cum. If I didn't want to take my first POZ load, I needed to pull off now. I couldn't resist staying on his cock, and Chet couldn't resist staying quiet any longer. By now, everyone in the car, except my sleeping boy, knew what was happening. “You gonna take my load, you fucking slut? You gonna let me breed your slutty hole?” “Umm hmmm... Breed me. Breed me NOW!” That woke my boy up. He sat upright and turned around. We locked eyes as Chet fired off deep inside me, pulling my hips down onto his cock and filling me with his poison seed. Chet caught his breath as the car slowed down. We were nearing the house. Chet's cock slacked a bit and he slipped out of my cummy hole. Sam reached over and fingered me. “Looks like now we'll have two bottoms for the weekend. And two POZ cocks to fill them!” Kevin spoke for the first time, saying simply, “Three.” I wondered if he meant bottoms or POZ cocks. To be continued...

As I wait for my next 'client', I think about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy to whom he’s sold my cunt. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna be a doozy. Get some rest.” I guess you could say that this is all my fault. If I just hadn’t been so uppity. I guess I should go back to the first time. I had just turned 18, just graduated high school. I’m a blue-eyed, brown haired jock with a baseball player’s body that is naturally smooth. About 5’10” and 160 pounds of shredded muscle, thick legs, meaty pecs and arms, and an eight pack. I had been hitting the gym since middle school and still do because I really like sports. I was really excited about going to college in the fall; the only downside being that I would be away from my girlfriend. My girlfriend was hot! Captain of the cheerleading squad, tiny little waist, and 36Cs - just perfect. Anyway, I had lived with my Dad since I was about 8. My mom and he divorced and she had issues, so my Dad got me. We had always gotten along until my senior year in high school. We always fought about one thing or the other, and there was also something odd in his attitude toward me. I couldn’t figure it out. Well, until that day. My Dad and I had just had a fight a week earlier where I went off on this whole tirade about how I was 18 now and I was a man and he needed to treat as such. We went round and round, but I always came back to that same phrase – “I’m a man now! Just like you!” Boy, I wish I hadn’t said that. Well, the next Saturday, my Dad asked me if I would drop off a letter and duffel bag to one of his friends on my way to the gym. “All you have to do is take this over to his house, and he’ll give you something in return to bring back,” my Dad said. I told him I would, and as he handed me the duffel bag and letter, he had the sadistic grin I’ve learned to distrust, and he said, “Thanks, son, I really appreciate it.” I had no idea what I was heading into as I found the address on the envelop and typed it into my iPhone. Dressed in gym shorts and a tank top, I headed out the door and drove to my Dad's friend's house, which I found easily enough. Grabbing the duffel bag, I headed up to the door, rang the bell and a guy about my Dad’s age answered the door a few seconds later. He was about 6’ tall, salt and pepper hair, and green eyes. He was thick - not fat, but definitely not skinny, and not a muscle guy. Just thick and masculine. He wore some sweat pants and a sleeveless shirt that hung open, showing his hairy torso. He had clearly been doing some lawn work. I introduced myself saying “Hi, I’m Gary’s son. He told me to drop this off to you, and that you would have something for me.” The guy looked somewhat puzzled, repeating my line "“He said I would have something for you?” With that, he accepted the duffel bag and envelope, and opened up the letter and began scanning it, saying at the same time, “He told me he was sending you over to drop off some money he owed me, but he didn’t say anything about a—“ He abruptly stopped talking, clearly taken off guard by something he read in the letter. I just stood in the doorway and watched him, not exactly sure what was going on. He went over to the duffel bag that he had left on the counter and unzipped it, looked inside, and then looked back at me with a grin not unlike my father’s. He kind of sauntered over to me, nodding his head, and sizing me up. He clicked his tongue a few times as he closed the door behind me. I looked up at him, “Is everything alright? I need to get to the gym. You have something for my Dad or what?” “You’re not going to the gym today.” “What do you mean? Yes, I am!” I snapped back. “Do me a favor,” he baited. “Go look in that duffel bag.” I was confused, but wanted to put an end to this cryptic behavior. I walked over to the duffel bag, putting my Dad’s friend between myself and the door. I lifted the flap and almost pissed myself when I saw a bunch of sex toys of varying sizes and shapes. I was so stunned that I didn’t even notice my father’s buddy had come up behind me. His beefy arms hugged me forcefully from behind and I felt his scruff run like sandpaper over my ear as he whispered, “Those are going inside of you, boy.” Within one or two seconds of struggling, I knew that this guy had easily overpowered me, and so all I could muster was, “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I’m talking about you being my cock socket for the afternoon,” he said and then licked up the side of my neck. It disgusted me, but it felt good, and I was even more confused. “Your Dad owes me money, and he’s paying with your holes.” And with that, one of his calloused hands went under my tank top and took my right nipple between its index finger and thumb and began rolling it around. I had never had my nips played with like that before, and I was overwhelmed by how good it felt. My cock started to stir, and I didn’t know what to do. “Just like a bitch to like her nips pinched,” he said and he tossed me toward the back of the couch. “Dude, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t do this, I’m straight,” I pleaded, perhaps just to remind myself. “Somehow, I doubt that,” he laughed. I started to get pissed, “I have a girlfriend!” “Oh, I’ve heard about your girlfriend, and that doesn’t prove shit. Listen, I’m owed a debt and I plan on collecting.” “Listen, if my Dad owes you money, he’ll pay you. This is just a misunderstanding, you don’t have to take it out on me.” The guy just laughed at me as he approached me with the letter that I had brought over. “There’s no misunderstanding. I’m not taking anything out on you. This is your father’s idea.” I couldn’t believe what he said. “You’re lying! My father would never do that!” “Oh really?” He grabbed me hard, tossing the letter on the couch. There was nothing he would do to me that I could fight. He was just too big, too aggressive, too manly. He spun me around, locking one hand around my throat and thrusting the other hand down the back of my shorts. He was obviously pleased that I was wearing a jock strap (I WAS planning on going to the gym), and explored my hairless cheeks and hole, not pushing in yet. Once again, my dick jumped. Without warning he forcefully bent me over the back of the couch so my face was in the cushions and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. “Read the fucking letter bitch boy while I eat your cunt.” And with that, he cupped a butt cheek in each of his hands, spreading my ass, and for the first time (but not the last) I felt a mouth lick, suck, and slurp at my smooth pink asshole. I had to get my bearings before I could read the letter. I mean, all these feelings were washing over my body. His mouth felt sensational but I was repulsed by the thought of being with another man, but it felt like the natural order of things to be submitting to this bigger, more manly guy. His tongue plunged into my ass and at first, my pucker would tighten around his tongue, not use to this slimy invasion. But soon, I was pushing out, trying to wrap more of my insides around his talented tongue. All of a sudden, he spit on my right ass cheek, rubbed it around, and open palm smacked my ass, “I said read the fucking letter, faggot!” Fuck, my ass stung! I howled out and whimpered, but what started as a stirring with my nipples getting tweaked turned instantly into a full-fledged boner. I forced myself to focus on the letter in front of my face. It read: Hey Buddy, I know I owe you $20 from that pool game the other night, but frankly, I just don’t feel like paying it. But I do want to make good on my debt so I’m giving you my son for the afternoon. I know how you lean, and I want you to teach him a lesson. He’s gotten pretty fucking lippy with me going on and on about how he’s a man now and wants to be treated like such. He’s a little priss-ass queer and you’re the guy to treat him the way a little faggot boy needs to be treated. Put him in his place. You can start by letting him read this letter…it’s time he learn some things. First of all, I want you to use the toys in this gym bag on him. I want his hole stretched and stretched good. I have more plans for using this little bitch. Feel free to spit on him, slap him, piss on him or in him, humiliate him…and yes, fuck him anyway you want. Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Make sure he keeps it in his ass because when he gets home, I’m going to scoop it out and feed it to him. He can consider that the final exam to this lesson. Make sure you keep him there until at least 5 since I’ll be fucking his girlfriend at our house until about 4:30. She’s a hot piece of ass, and I’ve been fucking her for almost a year now. That’s how I found out what a little pencil-dicked bitch he is. I felt guilty when I started fucking her a year ago until I found out what a lame fuck my son was. He’s never once gotten her off and he won’t even eat her out. That reminds me, make sure you make him eat your ass so he gets over that hang up. The point is, I knew he had to be a faggot if he couldn’t fuck this hot little cheerleader good…so disappointed in him. So I stepped in and took care of her. You and I will have to tag team her sometime, but I’ll make you use a condom on her. Or who knows, maybe not. Maybe we can both get her pregnant. Okay, so have fun, man! Use his mouth and ass as if they were pussies that needed your babies. Return him to me broken in and with no doubt in his mind that his purpose in life is to be dominated by real men. Put him in his place, and I’ll be sure to keep him there. Oh, and if he resists at all, remind him that he either submits to you or he can kiss college goodbye, and he’ll be slinging fries at a McDonald’s for the rest of his life. See you at the pool table, Gary As I finished reading, I was torn between the tears streaming down my face and the saliva running down my balls. This stranger’s mouth and tongue were making my ass feel better than it’s ever felt, but the information that I had just been bombarded with tore my heart out. Images of my girlfriend screaming in orgasm on my father’s cock flooded my brain and I wanted to bawl, but then the tongue behind me would push through my outer ring again and I would moan uncontrollably. Suddenly, he stopped and stood up. I looked back over my shoulder at him, my eyes red from crying. He smirked, “I see you finished reading it.” I nodded. “You know what’s next, right?” he asked. I shook my head no. “I break you in. And break you, I will.” Part II coming soon.

I was in Honolulu a few days ago for work. Early in the afternoon I placed an ad on Craigslist, stating that I was going to unlock my hotel room door, close the draperies, turn off the lights and take all anonymous loads that walked into my room. In addition to getting emails directly from CL, I had posted my KIK address and had hidden my cell number into the ad. As soon as my ad appeared, I started getting responses. The first guy was a young str8 kid that said he was nearby. He told me that he wanted the room dark. An eye mask or something tied over my eyes. He wanted me on my knees and wanted me to suck him off. But, he didn't want to be seen. I told him I had a sleep mask. I would do as he asked. I'd be on my knees with the sleep mask over my eyes. I gave him my room number, and within 5 minutes, I heard the door open, close and his zipper was being unzipped in front of me. I opened my mouth and he put his soft cock into my mouth. I sucked on his cock as it slowly hardened in my mouth. Soon, he backed up and sat on the edge of the bed. He guided me over to him and I continued to suck on him. Then he removed his pants and underwear giving me better access to his cock and balls. I licked his balls and licked under his balls. "Will you lick my ass? I've never been rimmed." he said. I lifted his legs and licked his hole. He moaned loudly and lifted his knees to his chest. I licked and flicked my tongue across his young, straight hole. I gave him about 5 minutes of mouth to ass pleasure, then went back to licking and sucking on his balls. Then wrapped my lips around his cock again. By now, he was so turned on, he soon was filling my mouth with his hot load of cum. In true str8 boy fashion, he quickly got up. Put his pants and shoes back on and was out the door in less than a minute. I checked my messages and had several more responses. I messaged both of them. The first response was from a young black guy in his mid 20's that was staying in the same hotel. He told me he was str8 and with his girlfriend. She was out shopping and he wanted to come to my room. He also wanted it completely dark, my ass up on the bed, my face buried in the pillow. He didn't want me to see him. I gave him my room number and told him to push the door open, I'd be on the bed as he asked. He said he'd be at my room in 2 or 3 minutes. The other guy said he was 20 minutes away. I gave him my room number and told him to just push on the door and come in when he got here. I positioned myself on my knees, on the edge of the bed, my ass facing the door. As he said, in just a few minutes I heard the door open and close. I felt his finger rub my asshole as I heard him pull his cock from his zippered pants. He spit on my hole a couple of times and spit on his cock. Then he pushed up into me in one quick thrust. I had no idea who or what he looked like. His cock felt fairly large, but not too thick. But, he was truly hard as a rock. That's one thing I really love about young top guys. Their cocks get hard as steel. He slapped my ass a few times as he pounded me. I tried to milk his cock with my ass as he fucked me. After about 5 or 6 minutes of his fucking me, he now grabbed me around the waist and slammed deeply into me. Soon he grunted a couple of times as he filled my ass with it's first load of the day. As soon as he came, he pulled from me, zipped up and was out my door. I tried to catch a glance of him as he was leaving my room, but all I could see was a guy wearing a hoodie sweatshirt exiting my room. I checked my messages and there was a message from one of my "former regulars" that fucked me a lot when I used to travel to Honolulu on a regular basis. I gave him my room number. He said he'd be there within the hour. Just as I finished replying to my "former fuck buddy" I heard my room door open. I quickly assumed my position on the edge of the bed. I soon felt someone feeling up my ass and feeling my wet hole. He slapped his cock against my hole a few times as he stroked his cock to harden it. Then he pushed his cock up into me. The load of cum the black kid put in me left me well lubed for his cock to slide deeply into me. He fucked me for a few minutes, then pulled from me and completely removed his shorts and underwear. Then slammed back up into me and resumed fucking me. He soon pushed me further up on the bed and put me in several positions. He finally had me on my side as he laid behind me and fucked me hard and deep. It wasn't until he had cum inside me and began to dress that I got a view of him. He looked like he was in his mid 40's. He had a military haircut and when he began to dress, he was putting on green boxers, like the Army guys wear. He also had dog tags on. So, obviously he was a soldier at the local Army base. Soon after the soldier had left, my former fuck buddy came into the room. He completely undressed and I began to suck him to get him hard. Once he was fully hard, I asked him to fuck me. He put his face up to my ass and licked my hole. "Damn, Dave", you've got some cum in you, already", he said. "Yup! Two loads, actually", I said. He hungrily licked my hole and tried to eat as much cum from my hole as he could get. Then he put his cock to my hole and slid up into me. He fucked me doggy style for a few minutes, then he told me to get on my back and he fucked me in that position for awhile. When he was ready to cum he pulled out of me and told me to open my mouth. He began to spray his cum all over my face, chest and into my mouth. He had quite a large load to cover me with. He came, dressed and was out my door in just a few minutes. I checked messages again and had 2 new messages. There was a message from a young guy. He said he was nearby and wanted to seed my hole. I gave him my room number and he said he'd be there in about 5 minutes. The second message was from the black guy that had fucked me an hour earlier. He said he enjoyed the fuck and if I wanted a second load from him, he could come now. I messaged him back and told him I had someone coming over now to fuck me. I told him he could come now and share my ass with the other guy. Or he could wait a bit. It was up to him. But, I told him the door was still unlocked, just come in and fuck me. True to his word, the young kid showed up. I sucked him till he was hard, then I climbed onto the edge of the bed and he began to fuck me. While he was fucking me the door opened again and I assumed it was the black guy again. The kid fucking me pulled out of me and I could hear him sucking on the black guys cock. Then I heard the black guy tell the kid to get off his cock, he wanted to fuck me. I felt the black guys familiar cock slide back up into me. Again, he was slapping my ass as he fucked. I could hear the kid sucking on the black guys nipples as he fucked me. I couldn't see any of this, but it was a turn on knowing that the two guys were both turned on. The black guy fucked me about 10 minutes, before he groaned again and filled me with his second load. He pulled from me and I felt the young kid slide his shorter, but very thick and hard cock up into me. As the kid began to fuck me, I heard the black guy leaving my room. The young kid was really turned on and he only took a few minutes of fucking me, before he was moaning and unloaded his balls deep into me. By now, I was hungry and getting tired. I removed my ad from Craigslist and headed out to get something to eat and then came back to the hotel to take a nap. After those fucks, I slept well for a few hours, dreaming of the unseen cocks that had filled my ass the previous few hours.

Filthy poz slut taking loads at the Red Roof Inn off N. Druid Hills all night Sunday, October 22nd. Hit me up if you wanna come by and drop your load. Any load dripping out of my hole will do. 470-251-8720.

Had a few bare cocks over the years due to a lack of a condom being available on the condition that they pull out before cumming - not sure how I justified that one in my head. Took my first deliberate raw load 17 months ago and went out looking for more that very same day - Level 3/4 Had a few guys since who said they were undetectable Two weeks ago went clubbing in London and went straight to Level 6 Took 4 loads without having a clue to the status of the guys Definitely sticking to Level 6 from now on - cum in my arse makes me feel so energised.

three nights out this weekend: taken at least 4 on the first, 7 second and 5 on the third. The most I'm sure I've taken one night was a dozen. Wish I could give back as much as I take.

Yup -- I've fucked bareback in every workplace or office I've ever had -- super hot!

I don't even remember the guy's name... I didn't know of him at the time we met... Anwyays, I went to Toronto Pride 2003 with friends from Windsor, ON. I drove us out there in my car and we shared a hotel room. Anyways, on the day of the parade, we were out having fun downtown and near Church St. all day. We ended up running into a porn star who was appearing at a bar later that night. We talked... just shooting the shit at first, and we enjoyed each other's company. Eventually I went to the restroom. Once I got there and pulled my shorts down to piss, I noticed he had followed me. He stood right next to me and started playing with himself. I told him I was flattered by his advances, but I wasn't ready to fuck around at that point. He suggested that I come back to the bar later that night. We traded numbers and went our own ways. I was interested but not dead set or anything. Anyways, we went back to the hotel to nap and freshen up a bit. I got myself all ready to bottom and threw my ass in my red jockstrap. I decided to go back and see him for a bit and see where things might go... Upon showing up, he's already on stage dancing... so I ordered a beer and sat in the back to watch. My friends were urging me to hook up with him and possibly turn it into a group, but I didn't know where to go with it. So I just waited for him to get a break so I could talk to him about options. Suddenly, I hear my name being called over the microphone... the porn star had noticed me and was calling me to stage. My friends grabbed me by the arms and escorted me to the stage. I got a brief intro on stage and then he started telling the whole bar how he'd wanted to fuck me since he saw me earlier. The crowd cheered him on and he grabbed me by shorts and pulled me back into his arms. Next thing I know my shorts are getting dropped and his face is buried in my ass eating my hole. I couldn't help but moan and bend over a little further... he already had his dick hard and reached for some lube that was already on stage. Little had I known my exhibitionist side would get to come out and play, but here he was placing me in doggy style and placing his lubed cock against my hole. In front of a packed bar, I was bent over and fucked very publicly with the audience calling out positions to try, things to do, etc. My buddies from Windsor got out the camera and started taking pics. It was really hot. We took orders from the crowd for awhile until it was time to just fuck to the finish line. He railed me until he came up my ass in front of everyone. My jockstrap got well used that night, and I got even more offers for sex before I'd even gotten the rest of my clothes on. The bar bought me two free beers for being willing to show off on their stage.

Part 11 Tom slammed his spike tipped cock balls deep into my ass. I screamed in pain, feeling the spike tear me inside. My body bucked and tried to get away from the assault on my ass, but I couldn’t move. Tom stayed silent. After a few minutes I blacked out. I must have dipped in and out of consciousness, occasionally I would feel the familiar pain in my ass when Tom fucked me, but I never remained awake for long. I don’t know how long it went on for. I eventually woke up feeling heavy, I was no longer tied up and I was wearing a pair of cotton briefs. My hole felt tender and tight, I could hear voices arguing around me. “Tom, you should have called me sooner, you're lucky I got here when I did.” “Brian he took it like a champ, you remember how intense you got about your own boy!” “Yeah but I have medical training, you don’t want to kill the kid. He should have had fluids two days ago, how many times did you fuck him with the spike?” “About 6 loads worth. Not used it in the past couple of days though, he was taking longer to come round after each fuck. That’s why I called you.” “Just as well you did. I’ll examine his hole and test him, I’m sure you’ll have claimed him by now.” I lay there with my eyes closed listening to them talk about me. I was too tired to really take in what they were saying. I felt my body being rolled over, making me face down on the mattress, I felt my briefs being pulled off exposing my ass. The familiar coolness of lube on my hole and the slow stretch of the speculum in my ass made me feel more awake. I realised I had an IV in my arm as I moved slightly. “Fuck Tom, how much cum has he had, his hole is coated in it. Tears are beginning to heal up, looks like they were deep. I’m sure he’s got it now.” “I used some frozen loads I’d been saving for lube. Will it show up in a test that quickly?” “One way to find out. You were right though, he’s a tough boy” Brian removed the speculum and put my briefs back on me. He took my arm for a sample of blood. Tom climbed into the bed next to me and held me in his arms, I felt strangely comfortable. He leant down and kissed my hair and ran his fingers, I felt so confused. Tom had been so cruel to me yet here he was being affectionate. “Congratulations Tom, you’ve claimed him. You’ll need to wait until the initial flu has passed to check the strain is the same but it looks promising. Maybe you should reward him?” Tom kissed me again, this time on the mouth, his lips lingered over mine. My body rushed, I still couldn’t get hard though with my dick being locked away still. Tom got up and began to walk Brian out. “Thanks again Brian, you’ll come to his flu party?” “With your strain Tom he’ll need my help to get through it, be good to him it’ll happen within the next couple of days.” I finally opened my eyes, there wasn’t much left in the IV bag on the stand next to the bed. I glanced around the room. It was still bare and dimly lit, I caught my reflection in the mirrored ceiling, I looked thinner, my hair unkept and I had thick stubble. I did however look clean and didn’t smell. Tom must still have been washing me. “Welcome back boy. You’ve been in and out for a few days now. Brian was just checking out your progress.”

Had a hot time this weekend! First, Friday night, was camming online and two guys visited. One is a regular and the other was a new guy. I had a bit to drink, but, remember being used well and spit roasted on cam, with my regular slamming his bare cock in me, and the new guy just wanting his cock sucked. I was eventually rewarded with a facefull of cum from him, and he left while my regular continued to fuck me. He eventually pushed me onto the couch, legs over his shoulders, and blasted my ass with a nice load of cum. He is always so reliable, and fucks so nice! But, that was it for the night. Last night, Saturday, had a date to meet up with a husband and wife. Had met him before, was hot, and fucked me bare, and came in me. She looked hot in the pics. which is why I agreed to meet, and hoped to at least get fucked, though it was condoms with her there. I was to go to their place, but, due to change of plans, they came to my place. She was very hot, and really wanted to get right to it! Fine with me She was obviously very high already, just from grass, and we smoked some more, before heading to the bedroom. Once there, he and I began with me sucking his cock, and her playing with her pussy watching. The two of them were kissing, and she joined me in sucking his cock. A few minutes later, he put his lips to my cock, and started sucking, inviting her to join. Here, I have to say, she gave one of the best bj's I have had, and with the two of them sharing my cock, I was in heaven! We moved positions, and he got behind me, put a condom on, and started fucking me. I knew it was because she was there, and watching, but at least he was hard still. While fucking me, I had my face buried in her cunt, and loved it! She tasted so nice, and he fucked me pushing me into her! We alternated several positions, and she was obviously very drunk and high by this point, and the next time his cock went in me, I was pretty sure he hadn't put a condom on! I reached back to check, and yes, he was bare, and so much harder than before. He fucked me fast and furious and asked me if I wanted his load! Yes! Eventually, he filled me with cum, and my face stayed buried in her pussy. A short break ensued, some new drinks, and back to the bedroom. Once again, he continued fucking me, bare, and I licked her pussy some more. He asked if she wanted my cock, but she was more than happy watching us together. At one point, he put me on my back, and to my surprise, sat on my cock! I am normally a bottom only, but, was very turned on with the whole situation, and with some fingers buried in her, stayed hard, and let him ride my cock! He rode me for several minutes, before getting off, and fucking her hard! With some new positioning, I was under her, she was on all 4's, and I was able to lick her and his cock at the same time! It was amazing, and she sucked my cock too. She was so wet, I was just hoping he would cum right then and there so I could clean up Well, after sometime, he pulled out, and we moved around to him on his back masturbating, and my head down by his cock, her cheering us on! After a couple minutes, I was rewarded with a huge load of cum all over my face, and some into my mouth. She was rubbing her pussy the whole time, and cumming too. After some clean up and friendly chat, they were on their way home. What a great night!

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

Part 2... I rose early, before my boy got up, and packed a small bag with our bathing suits, our toothbrushes, and not much else, and stuffed it into my briefcase, hoping to make a discreet exit mid-day. I got to work and made sure all of the loose ends were tied up so we could leave when Jack was ready, and head home to pick up my boy. To my surprise, just before noon, my boy walked through my door. He was wearing short tight jeans and a net t-shirt, completely out of place in a buttoned-up business office. “Jack picked me up on his way into the office this morning. I've been, erm, entertaining the stud in the mailroom for a while. Hope we weren't too noisy...” He reached his hand into the cuff of his shorts, and I knew he was fingering his hole, no doubt wet with yet another man's cum. “Ready to go?” So much for a discreet exit... I picked up my briefcase and followed my cumslut boy out of the office. All of the prudish secretaries looked at us both. I was embarrassed but turned on knowing they all knew my dirty little secret now... Jack was waiting by his fancy SUV, still in suit and tie. “Mind if your boy rides in front?” “Front or back, I'm sure he'll be happy to ride anywhere.” I threw my briefcase in the back as my boy climbed in the front. I sat in the back, watching as my boss rested his man-paw in my boy's crotch as he started the care and drove us on our way. I dozed on and off as we made our way out of the city. I awoke an hour later, not surprised to see my boy leaning across the truck and gulping down my boss's cock. I'll never know how Jack managed to keep us on the road. Jack's breathing became more and more shallow and I knew he was close. My boy's head kept bouncing up and down, faster and faster until Jack's hand forced it all the way down onto his cock, grunting and filling my boy's mouth with his seed. “We're off to a good start,” he chuckled as my boy sat back up, licking the slime off his face. A short while later, we arrived at Jack's sprawling oceanfront house. Chet and Sam must have already arrived as there were two tiny sports cars in the driveway. We parked the truck as Jack's buddies both came outside to meet us, both wearing slim tight square-cut bathing suits that left little to the imagination. Chet and Sam were both Jack's age, late 40s or early 50s, and both in peak condition. Chet was shorter that Sam, and in great shape. He looked slightly asian, tan with dark hair and brown eyes. Sam was taller and beefier with a wide brown mustache. He could have been the Marlboro man. I couldn't help but notice that both had red plus signs tattooed beneath their navels. I sprung wood realizing that they both must be POZ. “Nice tatts,” I remarked. My boy was so high on lust that he couldn't even speak. “So what have you brought us this time,” Chet asked as he drunk my boy's body in with his eyes. Sam liked what he saw, licked his lips, and started pulling my boy's t-shirt over his head. Jack smiled, and introduced us to each other and led us inside. As soon as the door was closed, the guys were all over my boy, and I sprung a hard-on simply watching. It was almost as if I was invisible. Chet and Jack pulled my boys shorts down. There in the foyer, Chet swallowed my boy's cock as Sam started tonguing and fingering his hole. “Are you still neg?” Sam asked as he stood up and aimed his cock at my boy's quivering pucker. “Not if you can help it.” Chet led my boy over to the wall and helped his buddy line up his cock, ready to fuck my boy. Jack put his paws on my shoulders and slid up behind me. “You okay with this, man?” At that point, what could I say? I knew what we were getting ourselves into before getting in the car. I nodded. I could feel my mouth going dry as I watch Sam spit on his cock and slide it forcefully into my boy's bare hole. I shared my boy's hole with friends before, some bare, and I'm sure some of them were POZ. I thought that the blond hunk in the truck last night was POZ from the way he described his HOT load, but didn't know if my boy knew that when he was breeding him. Until now, I'd never witnessed him knowingly taking POZ cock. And he was loving it, bucking around. I saw Jack pull off his shirt and saw for the first time that he had a tattoo too. His was a red minus. He saw me looking. “We all had these done in college together. Chet and Sam have had theirs... altered, shall we say, since then...” He grabbed my hand and led it tracing down his pecs and abs and over below his navel, circling it around his tattoo and then down to his cock. I jerked him a bit before lowering myself to my knees and swallowing his manhood, a cock that had seeded my boy's hole the night before. I've always been proud of my oral abilities and swallowed Jack down without a gag. “Ummm. Nice. You're almost as talented as your boy here. Sure am glad you're here.” Jack ran his fingers through my hair before lifting me up. “That's nice, but you're missing the show. You gotta watch this.” He turned me around to see Sam hammering his cock away at my boy's bare hole. He pulled away and Chet took his place, slamming in deeply and driving away. Chet fucked my boy as Sam and Jack jerked each other. Chet was leaning forward, kissing my boy's ear and neck as my boy did all he could to keep upright against the wall. “Deeper. I need it deeper. I need your POZ cock DEEPER!” Chet pulled out and took my boy's hand, leading him into the living room. Chet waved his hand over the sofa. It was nice white leather, conveniently already covered with a beach towel. “We're prepared. Wouldn't want to stain the upholstery. Sit down guys. We're going to play PASS THE CUMSLUT.” The sofa easily fit Chet, Sam, Jack, and me, our thighs pressing against each other. My boy climbed onto Chet's lap and sat right down on his cock. He bounced up and down a few times before pulling off and sitting on Sam's dick. My boy's cock was boucing all over, drooling clear sap. Jack leaned over and took his cock in his mouth, sucking all of his sweet juices into his mouth and then spitting it onto his fingers and then working them up his own ass. My boy pulled up off of Sam and sat right down on Jack's cock. Jack had his hands all over my boy's tight body and then his bouncing cock. As my boy fucked up and down, his dick was fucking Jack's hand, bringing him close to orgasm. “Fuck yeah, boy, give me that load!” My boy came in spurts all over his chest and Jack's hand. My boy pulled off and Jack spun him around and licked up what might be one of my boy's last NEG loads. Jack fingering my boy's load into his own hole as he watched the sex happening around him. My boy moved down the line, and finally showed me some attention. Facing me, he rode my cock for a minute or so, before whispering in my ear. “Sorry, but I need their loads. They've got something you can't give me... yet...” My boy kissed me hard as he pulled up and went back to the front of the line, sitting on Chet's lap again. Jack continued to jerk off, working his ass with his cummy fingers. Chet was close, and it was only a few thrusts before he was shooting his toxic load into my boy's ass. Dutifully, my boy pulled off and cleaned off Chet's dick, licking and slobbering all over his crotch, tracing the red plus sign with one hand as he fingered his puffy used hole with the other. He then moved onto Sam, facing him as he mounted his monster cock. Sam lasted longer than Chet had before adding his own dirty load to my boy's hole. Like Chet, my boy cleaned and worshipped his POZ cock, paying special attention to his tattoo before climbing onto Jack's dick. “Help a boy out,” Jack grunted at me. I stood up not knowing how to help. “He's already too loose for me. Fuck him with me!” I squatted between Jack's thighs and aimed my drooling dick at my boy's hole. I clumsily worked my dick inside next to Jack's. I could feel the guy's POZ cumloads dripping down my cock and onto my balls. The thought of my boy willingly taking all of that toxic cum sent shockwaves through my body, and I came alongside Jack's cock. The added lube sent Jack over the edge as well and he sent a bucketload of spooge deep inside my boy's hole. Four loads in my boy, half of them POZ, and it wasn't even dinner time. We cleaned up, saw the rest of the house, and headed upstairs for a brief nap. When I woke up, the clock read 6:00. The mattress beside me was cold and my boy was gone. I stumbled downstairs and out onto the deck, appreciating the ocean view before hearing grunting and splashing. I found everyone in the hot tub, my boy's ass full of Chet's POZ cock and his mouth full of Sam's. I knew it was going to be a long night. To be continued...

The entire bathroom was done in slate, the shower merely a step down in the corner of the room, covered on one side by a clear glass wall and the other two covered with the slate that continued up from the floor. A sturdy showerhead jutted out from the wall. “Get on your knees,” he growled as he shoved me into the slate enclosure still wet from his morning shower hours before. My knees harshly rubbed against the stone floor, and I looked up at him holding his soft cock. It was still incredibly impressive, still gorged with blood, at about 8 fat inches of juicy man meat. “Please don’t…” I started to implore, but before I could finish my plea, a pale yellow stream of urine erupted from his tasty piss split and hosed down my chest. It was wonderfully warm, like the water in a heated pool, and the smell was somewhat indescribable. It was strong but not repulsive while clearly the scent of something debaucherous and nasty. He stopped the flow for a second to command me to open my mouth. I did so without questioning though I really didn’t want to drink his piss. “Hold it in your mouth until I tell you to spit it out, understand?” I nodded in disbelief that I had been lowered to the status of a urinal. His jet of piss restarted, aimed directly at my pie hole. I collected his fragrant amber fluid in my mouth until it was overflowing and dripping down my chin onto my clit-dick, now soft and even more pathetic looking. Once again, he retracted the steady flow. Eyes expectantly wide, I looked up at him, begging him to let me spit out the pee that was making me feel like a cheap, worthless public restroom. “Swallow it.” My eyes got bigger, surely he wasn’t serious. “I mean it, every drop. You should honor and appreciate anything that comes out of my body. I just sired you, bitch. I gave you my kids, passed on my gift, and showed you your true calling. Anything that I produce from my holes should be your favorite meal…so swallow my piss, fuck hole.” I steadied myself and then closed my mouth and drank my first (but not my last) piss cocktail. The aftertaste haunted my mouth and nose, but I looked up to him proud of showing him proper respect for his bodily fluids. And actually, after the fucking I had just sustained, the nasty drink was somewhat refreshing, and I found myself wanting more. I cast eager eyes up to him and was met with an abrupt spray of piss all over my face. I knew he did it just to degrade me and a part of me did want to cry as his urine splattered across my face and all over my body. “Wash your hair with it, piggie.” He managed to keep shocking me. “Don’t just kneel there like a whore, really be a whore. Scoop some piss off your body and the floor and wash your hair with it, you worthless hole!” I cupped my hands and tried to scoop up some piss from the slate, and then I massaged it into my hair. Tears were definitely flowing now. When I went to scoop up some pee from my body, what should catch my eye but my newly erect boy-dick. I couldn’t believe it! As I cried and rubbed another man’s urine into my scalp, my sorry-excuse-for-a-cock was hard as a rock. “You pathetic cum dump, look at that little miniature dick standing straight up. What a pitiful motherfucker, this REALLY is what you are, a fucked out, piss soaked, pozzed up boy cunt.” All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.” “Stand up, pussy boy,” he barked, the bombardment of piss having stopped. As I faltered, I felt his beefy hands grip my waist to speed my ascension back to upright and turned me to face the wall. I felt his sausage thumbs apply immense pressure on the small of my back, forcing me to bend over, catching myself with my hands on the slate wall. He wrapped his hand around the base of his puffy cock, pushing all of the blood still escaping his erection toward the last five inches of his tool. Without a word I felt it at my sore, worked over cunt, and soon is was lodged in me a few inches. I couldn’t believe he was ready to fuck again…but that’s not what he had in mind. A warm sensation rushed into my bowels, completely washing through my insides. My God, he was peeing inside of my asshole. I moaned, reliving the sensation of being ejaculated into, though this was slightly different. It was more consistent and stronger. And more degrading. I truly was a human toilet. My mouth and ass is where you go to relieve yourself. I have no worth beyond this…collecting fluids from bigger men than me. These thoughts were interrupted by an incredibly full, bloated feeling in my abdomen. Of course, all that piss was ballooning my insides and corked with his big rod. Finally, the flow of urine stopped and he leaned forward to give me instructions, “Okay, when I pull my dick out, I want you to clench your hole as tight as you can so you keep all of that piss and cum in you. I want you to squat down, not kneel, but squat and suck my dick until it’s hard again, got that?” I simply nodded, and he said, “Good bitch.” He pulled his meat from my anus and I contracted my hole as hard as I could. The discomfort was intense as it began to make me cramp a bit. I squatted in front of him and took his cock, still dotted with rivulets of pee, in my mouth and began sucking it. “Aw, come on, I already taught you this,” he said annoyed and grabbed the back of my head. Once again, he skull fucked, brutally using my mouth as if it were a pussy he was raping that he had no respect for or concern for leaving it in any kind of usable condition. I gagged causing my asshole to spasm open and propel some of the piss, and presumably toxic cum, out of my ass. “That’s it, faggot. That’s what I want. I want to see your choking clear that cunt out.” So he continued to assault my throat with his ever growing manhood, instigating my gag reflex and causing my newly seeded pussy to convulse and slowly but surely expel all of the piss and cum he had just forced into me. This went on for about 5 minutes until my ass was just making wet fart noises when I would gag. “Okay, it’s empty. Take a shower, faggot, and meet me in the bedroom.” He abruptly walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to shower and regroup my senses. I showered as quickly as I could, not wanting to anger him and anxious about what was coming next. I dried off and walked into the hallway, easily finding the master bedroom. He was on the bed, sunlight pouring through the window, shafts of light tossed across his furry muscular pecs, his tight trunk-like stomach, his dangerously powerful legs, and of course, his ten and a half inches of man at full mast. It was already glistening with lube as he stroked it. “Come over here and get on it, fuck boy.” Knowing that begging him for a reprieve would do no good, I climbed onto the bed without hesitation, straddled him, and pulled my ass up high enough to connect the end of his cock with my hole. I pushed out on my hole to open for him and began to sit down. Fuck! Would this ever get easier? (The answer to that is ‘with him, no’…he would disembowel me whenever he fucked me.) Loud guttural noises and high pitched whining poured from my mouth as I tried to sit down to the base. He brought the bottle of chemical up to my nose again, “Take a hit of poppers, cunt.” I inhaled deeply into both nostrils and felt my battered walls give in. Once I had him completely in me, he said, “Get yourself off. Ride that dick and beat your tiny meat until you cum again. Use my dick. I want you to fully realize that you used another man’s REAL cock to make yourself cum like a woman.” So I did. He just lied there, but I bucked up and down; I got up on my feet and gently used the whole length to caress my prostate; I took him deep, pressed firmly against my colon to make me whimper and jerk my boy-clit faster. It was humiliating, and yet, it felt SO good. The pain was exquisite and soon, ropes of cum were shooting all over his torso, my four-incher going almost immediately soft. “Lick it up,” he ordered and although I wasn’t crazy about the taste of my own cum, I hopped off his cock and lapped it up obediently in mere seconds. As soon as my cum was eaten off his stomach and chest, he got up and positioned himself behind me doggy style. He slammed the entire length into me in one stab, sending me into a bout of screaming and howling. His hands pulling on my waist kept my butt firmly planted against his hips, and he advised, “The poppers are right there. I think you should take a hit.” I hit the poppers hard and as soon as I had the cap back on, my asshole was railed with excruciating brutality. The poppers were turning the wreckage into pleasure, but I couldn’t catch my breath as my guts were repeatedly tossed aside to make room for the massive invasion of his cock. He rammed it in one final time and kept it there. I was trying to catch my breath and wipe the sweat from my face when I felt the dull point of something against my ass. I didn’t realize what he was doing until I heard the familiar squeak of a marker. “Wait—“ I began. “You hold your position and don’t even think about saying or doing anything. Just shut the fuck up and stay on all fours like the breeding bitch you are.” He continued writing whatever it was he was writing on my ass. Mid-way through, he asked, “What’s your best friend’s name?” “Matt Bennet, why?” “Don’t you worry about it.” He had finished writing, and he pulled his cock from my hole about 3 inches, and then I heard the familiar shutter release of an iPhone taking a picture. I looked back over my shoulder. That fucker had gone through my stuff and gotten my phone while I was in the shower. “I know this is making you upset, but don’t think about doing anything about it. Just stay there,” he warned. He tapped away on my phone and I recognized the sound of a sent text message. He threw my phone on the bed in front of me so I could see what he had done. Staring me in the face was a text conversation between me and Matt with the last entry being from me saying, “Great Saturday! I’m finally taking big raw cock up my ass like I've always wanted to!” and a picture of my ass stuffed with my assailant's junk. On my tight white hairless ass - decorated with a few pink hand prints still – was written in black marker CUM DUMP. And a little lower on my right butt cheek was scrawled the word CUM with a little arrow pointing to the place on my crack where my hole would be. I was devastated. My best friend was going to get this picture. He would know that I was a worthless bottom bitch. I started to cry as the beast began to drill me again. He slowed his pace, wrote something else with the marker, snapped a picture, and went back to mercilessly pounding my cunt. He fucked me down on to my stomach, his entire body pressed to mine, crushing me with his weight. His legs and hips moved his cock into me at a different angle making me cry out in a new high-pitched shriek, but he just kept sawing into my hole. Once again, he changed positions, putting me on my side and scissoring my legs so that he was straddling my left leg and my right leg was on his shoulder. I didn’t believe he could get deeper, but this proved me wrong and I scrambled for the poppers, sniffing them for dear life as he plunged through my inner ring again and again, but this time managing to get further past it. The poppers helped but I was still clutching the sheets, biting into the pillow, screaming, and crying. That’s when my iPhone chirped. The top just chuckled as the plowing of my cunt continued and I reached for my phone. I swiped the icon across the screen and read the message from my best friend. “Dude, what the fuck? I always kinda’ knew that dick head Jordan Micelli was right when he would call you a fag! But with a dick that size in you, you’re a REAL faggot! You’re a sick-o. Leave me the fuck alone!” The phone was swiped out of my hand and he read the message. He mocked me, “Oh, what a shame. I guess being an anonymous fuck hole cum bucket isn’t going to get you a lot of friends. Just a lot of cum. And piss.” Violently, he flipped me onto my back, his dick never leaving my shitter. Once on my back, my legs on his shoulders, he methodically pumped into me, his balls banging against my ass like a bell tolling the coming of a great event. He grabbed by phone, clicked a few options, and turned it to face me, showing the second picture he took. The words that he added across the top of my ass were POZ FUCK HOLE. I whimpered and he threw the phone down on the bed and began to slam into me with new vigor, grunting and cursing. I looked down my body, taking so many things in: his toxic tattoo slapping against my ass rhythmically, his stomach muscles clenching as he drove another fucking home, my soft useless dick flopping around as I was used for the hole that I was mean to be, and his hard eyes looking directly into mine. “You want that poz cum?” “No, please, I don’t.” “Yes, you do. Really think about it. If you didn’t want it, you wouldn’t still be here. You want that release, and I want you to ask me for it. Beg me for my load.” “I can’t.” “You’re not getting it until you beg me for it, which means I just keep fucking you until you’ll never be able to hold a shit in again, hear me?” “Please. I just want a normal life.” He snorted, “Not after today. It’s not in the cards. You were never meant for a normal life. You barely have a dick and you crave submission to real men. A normal life isn’t for you. My toxic cum is for you and you want it. So just give in to it and beg me for it.” Something in me snapped. My body’s needs suddenly took over and although my brain was still saying “no,” my body was sick of having to be inhibited by it. My legs fell from his shoulders and wrapped around him tightly, the heels of my feet digging into his muscular ass, pulling him into me and meeting every vicious thrust. “Yes! Give me your pox load! Give it to me. Fill me up with your toxic babies, make me carry you DNA with me forever. Please, I’m begging you for it. I need your poison in me, it’s worth it ‘cause it’s yours. I hand my hole over for you to deposit your dirty spunk into my worthless cunt. Please.” He taunted, “Maybe I’ll pull out and cum on the bed.” I panicked, wrapping my legs tighter and contracting my pussy walls to keep him from escaping. “No, please no…don’t waste it. Put it into me. Let it sit inside of me and do its job. Knock me up with your disease and then toss me aside like the worthless cock sleeve I am. Please, Sir, please, I need this. I need you. I need your poz seed!” That knocked him right over the edge and he groaned, “Here comes my jizz, you stupid cunt.” Once again, I felt the monster lodged in my bowels pulse, spraying my insides to overflowing with HIV ridden semen. I imagined his swimmers scattering to find every nook and crevice in my ass in search of a home to take root and fester. Once every drop was emptied into me, he pulled out with a sloppy plop, and immediately shoved a small butt plug into my stretched hole to keep the cum from spilling out. Checking his watch, he said, “A little after 4:30. Perfect. Time for you to go home.” As I slipped back on my jock and shorts I realized that at no point in time had this man ever kissed me. I really felt like a whore now. And as I picked up my torn shirt knowing that I would be heading home shirtless, I realized that I didn’t even know his name. Worse than that, he didn’t know mine. “I just realized, I don’t know your name.” “So?” he retorted. “Well, I mean, you just loaded my ass, I thought—“ “You need to stop thinking. You’re a set of holes. Got that? Why does a set of holes need to know my name?” I tried again, “Well, my name is—“ “Shut the fuck up. I don’t care what your name is … I don’t want to know it. You’re my possession now, my boy cunt.” “What?” He explained, “You father owns your ass now. Believe me, he owns it, but you’ll always be my boy, my fuck hole. Oh, you’ll be mad at me for a while, but soon you’ll start thinking about me and the moment when I poured my juice into you, changing you forever. Giving you my DNA, my baby, and you’ll feel lucky to have carried it full term. And you’ll want to be my fuck hole again, to feel the lack of identity, the lack of choices, the lack of distinction. Just one more fuck hole for me to knock up, but to you, I’ll always be the one who broke you.” What he was saying sunk in, and I wondered if he was right. Would I feel an instinctive urge to come back and be his fuck hole again and again? Did I really want to be a nameless poz cum dump, but was having trouble letting myself go for it all the way? I guess only time would tell. “Now go home,” he said. “Your father is waiting for you.” More to come…

The stud looked down at me, “Take a hold of it.” My hand hesitated as I reached for his humungous cock, totally engorged with blood at this point. I swear it had grown another inch at least from when I measured it. I wrapped my hand around it, but my fingers just barely touched, and definitely not comfortably. It was so thick and juicy. “Stroke it,” he condescended. I began running my hand up and down the length of his cock, moist from the hot day and his yard work. “That’s how a cock is supposed to feel in your hand. Meaty, big, like mine. You enjoying that?” I couldn’t tell him. I didn’t know. All of this was so new. I knew that I didn’t want it to be happening. I was terrified of what was coming, and I was humiliated to know that I would never be able to satisfy another person as a man. There was a feeling in my stomach though, a fluttery feeling. An uncontrollable excitement at being completely robbed of my power of choice, of submitting totally to another man. There was a freedom in it, an empowerment in being able to shed the pressure and worry of measuring up. I didn’t measure up, but I could offer my holes without feeling the need to compete or prove myself. I figured that I must enjoy stroking his cock because I was still doing it and he wasn’t egging me on. With a small cursory nod I answered his question and then tried to quickly change the subject by asking, “What does the tattoo mean?” The black and red emblem that I had seen in doctors' offices and biology labs for years was right at eye level, staring me in the face. It seemed to be warning me…but of what? “I’ll tell you what,” the beast licked his lips. “When you’ve given your ass over to all of my cock; when your pussy rings have stretched and open enough so that your smooth little bubble butt is pressed up against that tattoo, I’ll tell you what it means.” I had been looking at him while he spoke, my eyes crinkling more and more with concern as he talked about the intention of putting that entire part of his anatomy into my tight pink asshole. His eyes rolled back in his head and grabbed his cock away from me, jerking it at the speed of light and growling, “Uhhhh, those little looks of fear you give me, get me so fucking hard and horny.” And with that, he squeezed his thumb down the entire ten-plus inches of his shaft and a bead of sticky fluid peaked out of the hole at the end of his penis. It formed a full pearl of pre-cum, hanging onto the opening of his cock and had soon created a drip about a half inch long dangling from the slit. “Take a taste.” “What?” I stammered, not ready for this. “Stick out your tongue and lick that juice from the end of this hole wrecker.” I just froze. “I swear to God, if you waste that drip of pre-cum and let it fall to the floor, not only will I shove your face down there to lap it up so fast and so hard that you’ll have a bloody lip, but I will stick my entire fuck stick into you dry and fuck a hole into your colon. Get licking.” And I could tell he was serious about hurting me so I stuck my tongue out and leaned forward on my knees. I pushed my tongue against the end of his bulbous head and transferred the sticky substance from his hole onto my tongue. His taste filled my mouth immediately, this sweet and salty nectar that immediately got my tiny dick harder and made me inadvertently open my thighs a bit to allow anything and anyone easier access to my back door, but also made me feel trashier and used, nothing but a worthless receptacle for a real man’s bodily fluids. But I didn’t mind feeling that way. His taste lingered in my mouth but was too weak to incite the feelings again. I reached out for his dick, trying to squeeze another dollop onto my tongue, and managed a smaller, equally delicious drop. I released his pole and moved my tongue around my mouth trying to expose my taste buds to as much of the stuff as I could. With a small laugh, my attention was brought back to the man that owned me for the afternoon just to settle a $20 pool debt. His enjoyment of my desire for the shit coming out of his dick was apparent and he smiled that smile at me. “Go ahead and suck it. Give it a good taste. Worship a real man by taking his cock where ever he wants to put it.” “I don’t know how to suck cock.” I didn’t. I was being honest. I had never done it, and he was so big. I wouldn’t do it well, I knew I wouldn’t. And I was scared about what it meant if I did. He simply said, “So you’ll learn. And you’ll learn fast. The better you are at it, the longer it is before I violate your other hole.” My ass clenched at the mention of being torn open by his oversized tool and my stomach fluttered at having it be called my “other hole.” I accepted what he said by nodding as I approached his 10 incher, slowly opening my mouth. “Open bigger than that, boy.” I stretched my mouth wider, and felt the soft velvety skin of his mushroom head push through my lips. Again, he tasted of sweat and work. Not dirty, but clean fresh sweat (Again, I would find out the difference later with some of my other clients that tasted of dirty sweat.) This man’s taste consumed me, especially when his helmet was against my soft pallet and my tongue was rubbed against by the spongy, damp skin of the steel-like shaft. “That’s a good rookie cocksucker,” he coached. “Now suck on it a bit. Pretend you wanna’ suck something from my balls through my dick like a straw.” I began giving the portion of his cock I had in my mouth some suction, doing exactly what he said by pretending that I was sucking on a straw. The taste of his pre-cum flooded my mouth again, this time more than the first drip. I felt like a whore and sucked harder. “That’s a good hole. Now bob your head a bit. Be sure to keep those teeth out of the way. Good faggot boy, pretend your mouth is a pussy and fuck yourself with my meat.” I bobbed my head just like he said, trying to take more of it, but not really getting that much of his endowment in my mouth. “Now this is important,” he schooled. “Don’t be all neat and prissy about your blow jobs. Let them get messy. Let the saliva flow, let it run out onto the cock, over your face, never swallow that shit back down. The only thing you swallow is puke if you should gag that much on it. Don’t ever fucking throw up on my dick. You train your fucking throat better than that.” I continued to bob and suck, letting the saliva building up in my mouth go where it wanted. There wasn’t enough room in my mouth for his gigantic piece and all that saliva so it began to run down the top of the 6 inches of his cock not yet in my mouth hole and all over my chin, dripping and falling down onto my sore red boy tits and my eight pack. I felt his hand run through my hair, and then his fingers entangled themselves in my tresses, reclaiming the power and control of how much cock each of my orifices would be consuming. My eyes shot up to look at him, immediately tearing and pleading with him to have mercy. Slight pain in my hair straining against my scalp signaled me to meet his pelvic thrusts with my mouth. His throbbing pole began hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag and choke. I remembered what he said so I focused on not letting myself puke. My hands reached forward to brace myself against his thighs, muscled and defined from sports and work…and I’m sure, from fucking every hole attached to a hot person. Spit was running like a waterfall down my chin and over my torso. My eyes were watering so tears were streaming down my face and snot was dripping from my nose uncontrollably. Bubbles were forming and popping all around the entrance of my mouth where his cock picked up speed in its invasion of my face. I continued to look up at him, embarrassed of all of these things, embarrassed to be emitting so many unattractive fluids all over my face, my mouth distorted by another man’s horse cock. But he would have none of that. “Forget about it, cunt, let it go. You look like such a slut. Ashamed that you have tears, snot, and spit all over your face. And all because of my cock. Just think, your girlfriend never looked like this because your dick can’t do this. She coulda’ flossed with your pathetic dick, but this is what a man can do. Reduce a pussy boy to a choking, gagging whore with red teary eyes, a runny nose, and a mouth stretched beyond recognition. So just accept it. Fucking relish the freedom of letting those juices flow, of being covered with spit and semen and piss and snot just to please another man, a real man. Come on, let it go. Let it go.” My mind was racing, but I figured that this was happening one way or the other, so I might as well listen to him. He had far more experience in this than I did. He sounded like he was trying to help me make it easier on myself, albeit a bit cruelly. So I tried. I stretched my increasingly tiring mouth even wider, tried to think of yawning in order to open my throat, and stopped trying to blink away the tears or sniffle up the snot. He immediately felt my mouth and throat give in, “That’a boy…” He really began skull fucking me, the helmet of his tool plungering in and out of my virgin throat. Everything was flowing…tears poured out of my eyes, mucus bubbled, dripped, and dried as I fought to breath through my nose, and saliva just gushed, splattered, and spilled in long strings from my chin and his cock onto my body and the floor. As I gagged, I prevented myself from throwing up, but I would cough up bile from deeper inside of me that inevitably would spill out over my chin and down my torso. I could hear the sounds of wet suction in my mouth and throat as I took him farther into my gagging orifice until suddenly, I felt his low hangers slapping against my chin. I couldn’t believe it. There was enough of his ten and half inches in my little mouth so that his balls could swing and hit my chin. “That’s a good little whore. Let me skull fuck you, you stupid little slut. You fucking cock socket.” And he just kept pushing into my mouth, invading my throat, his balls hitting my wet chin in rhythm and sending small showers of spit into the air, spraying my face and his hips. The friction and the repeated stabbing into my throat was wearing me down so in retaliation, I reached my hands around to the back of his thighs and his ass, and I don’t know what I was thinking but I pulled him into me, rooting his cock deep in my throat. I dug the fingers of my right hand into his chiseled ass and grasped his right hamstring with a wanton need, not letting him move, just keeping almost 5 inches of his dick in my esophagus. Somehow it occurred to me that I could pulse my aching throat around his cock and so I squeezed his snake with my throat to keep him satisfied with the lack of movement. I kept re-emphasizing my need to have him lodged in my gullet by forcefully caressing and kneading his leg and ass. I was being reduced to a 20 dollar whore. “Holy fuck, you are a cock lover. Look at you using your throat like a pussy trying to milk a baby out of me. You are such a dumb little fuck toy. You just love that dick, don’t you?” He waited. I couldn’t believe he wanted me to answer. I was engulfed on his cock! His hands held firm on my head and I was starting to feel a bit suffocated. “Come on, faggot, answer the question. You just love that dick, don’t you?” I pushed back on his hand, but he didn’t budge. “Ah ah ah, answer me with that cock in your throat. You can do it.” I was starting to get that panicky feeling because my limited air supply was becoming uncomfortable. I struggled and whimpered a little bit. “No you don’t. You don’t come up from that cock until you answer me and I can understand what you said. You just love that dick, don’t you?” I quickly tried to say, “Yes, Sir,” but it was completely unintelligible. I didn’t even understand it and I was the one saying it. “I couldn’t understand that,” he taunted. “Be a lot more articulate than that.” I was starting to get scared that he would never let me breathe. I mustered all my energy and said as clearly as I could, “Yes, Sir.” He released my head as he said, “That’s what I thought, bitch.” I sputtered and choked as I sucked big breaths of air in. Stroking his glistening shaft with long, smooth gestures, he circled me like a shark, collecting the slime from his tool in his hand. He grabbed my hair again and yanked my head back, my mouth instinctively flying open as the ceiling became my focal point. I felt his other hand scoop up the spit that had pooled on my body, adding to the collection from his dick. He then moved up to my face and scooped up all of the stringy saliva, bile, and snot from my cheeks and chin. Leaning over my still gaping mouth, he force fed me the goo in his hand, and then added to the cocktail by hawking up a loogey and expertly spitting it in my mouth. “Swallow it, slut.” I brought my lips together and gulped down the disgusting mixture. It certainly didn’t taste good, but my dick jumped and my ass twitched so I knew it was something that I craved. My tongue lashed out and looped around my mouth in search of any extra saliva, precum, or dried snot that I could ingest. My captor was obviously please with my submission and released my hair, continuing to circle me. Finally, he placed his forearms on the back of the couch and bent over. Somehow, even in this typically vulnerable position, he looked masculine and powerful. His hairy legs bulged and tensed as he bent his knees so that his sculpted ass was more exposed. Both of his cheeks quivered slightly, the muscles flexing in waves as he maneuvered into a comfortable position that he would be able to maintain for a while. The hair on his ass looked soft and silky, the skin beneath glistening with the same sweat that I had encountered everywhere else on this bull. A deep crevice cut through the rounded globes of his ass leading to his asshole. An asshole not like mine, not meant to have things in it. Not meant to be used by other men in lieu of jerking off. Not meant to be used as an alternative to a urinal. That’s what my pretty pink asshole was for, not his. His brown pucker stared straight at me, expectantly. It was a tight, manly starfish of an asshole lightly circled with wispy brown hair. “Don’t just look at it, faggot. Eat it.” “You haven’t showered though.” “I’m gonna’ fuckin’ beat your ass, you stupid whore. A fuck hole that I own for the afternoon shouldn’t give a shit whether I showered or not.” His mention of shit made my mind spin. What if he had pooped before I got there. I definitely didn’t want to taste THAT! He interrupted my thoughts, “You need to get your whore-ass tongue out of your slutty mouth and into my butt or I swear to God I will put things up your ass that you’ll have to go to an emergency room to get out. Don’t think I’m kidding. I once kicked a bottom out that door because I had forced him to take a baseball up his ass and he couldn’t push it out. I told him to come back when he strengthened his cunt muscles and sent him on his way.” I knew he wasn’t joking so I just mustered up my courage and smooshed my face into his ass. Fuck, was he musky. No shit smell at all, but the pungent fragrance of a truly masculine man. The way his sweat meshed with his body’s chemistry turned what could have been B.O. into something aromatic, earthy, and truly delicious. My mouth literally watered and I knew I needed to taste it as well as smell it. I inhaled deeply to have the smell strong and fresh in my nostrils as I spread his muscular cheeks with my hands, planting my open mouth on his waiting anus. “Yeah, lick it like a full service bottom should,” he encouraged. Feeling the need to enjoy as much of his musk as possible, I slobbered over his hole, crack, and glutes. I gently bit his ass, running my tongue back and forth, and then pressing it into his hole, feeling his tender unfucked insides against my exploratory tongue. Legs shaking, he growled and beat his meat as his rented property slurped and sucked his ass. I must have done this for five or ten minutes and would have been content to keep going, although the muskiness was starting to dissipate much to my disappointment. However, he had other plans. He looked back over his shoulder at me munching away on his shitter like a kid eating his favorite meal and said matter-of-factly, “Okay, now it’s time to split open your tight little cunt.” I looked up from his ass, my face slick with my own saliva that now tasted and smelled like his ass musk, scared and helpless. He just grinned.

The bull took a hold of my tank top and tore it almost completely down the back. As the tattered shirt fell off my shoulders, he turned around, pressing me against the couch and clamped his mouth over one of my nipples. He began to suck and bite it making me whimper and moan. My dick was rock hard now as my shirt fell to the floor around my feet. His fingers found my other nipple and he flicked and scraped it with his fingernail as he continued to service my other pec. I clawed the back of his head and his broad back, needing the attention his mouth was giving. He came up for air and I looked down at my left nipple swollen, wet, and beat red. It seriously looked like one of my girlfriend’s nipples and that was the first time I realized the degree to which he was going to emasculate me. He snarled at me, “Just like a girl, likes to get his tits worked, huh?” I shamefully whispered back, “Yes.” He slapped my face and corrected me, “Yes, Sir.” At first I was taken aback, my cheek stinging and a bit angry, but when I looked back at his steely gaze, I knew I had deserved the slap for being such a sissy boy. “Yes, Sir,” I exhaled, trying strangely to please him. Instead, he spat a huge wad of saliva that splattered on my mouth, nose, and cheek, and then bit his teeth onto my other nipple, smearing the spit all over my face with one of his hands. As he chewed on my swelling nipple, one his hand roughly opened my legs, assuring me that there would be no asking this afternoon, no choices, no gentle nudges. He was intent on owning my body and using my holes as he saw fit. I felt like a whore, obligated to let him do what he wanted for a price. The price being $20. That’s what my ass and mouth were worth, my dignity, my manhood. And my father had determined the price. His hand reached between my muscled thighs and found my asshole, still slick with his spit. He nuzzled his fingers between my cheeks mumbling, “Fucking hot bubble butt,” and then continued to slurp on my chest while he pushed one of his fingers into my virgin ass. Nothing besides his tongue had ever been in there, and I began to pull away, yelping from the pain this small invasion was causing. His free hand shot up and caught me tightly around the neck, forcing me back down onto his finger. “Bigger than that’s going in there, boy, so you better just relax and get used to having things in your shitter,” he snarled, not looking up at me, just taking his mouth off my nipple long enough to say it and then return to making my nips puffy and blood-engorged, feminizing me further. His digit dug around inside of me, pressing against the tender walls of my ass, pushing into my insides trying to find where he met resistance, where he could push through flaps of tissue, where he could put pressure that would make me moan or whimper. Although it hurt, he knew where to push up inside of me to keep my dick jumping. I had never precum before but I felt wetness emerging from my piss slit. The finger started pistoning into my hole, making me whine a little with every jab into me. He kept fingering my hole, but brought is face in front of mine. He snickered at me, “You sound just like my ex-wife’s sister when I used to fuck her. Same fucking noises.” I looked into his eyes, my own eyes wide, in disbelief that I was letting another man treat me the way a girl was supposed to be treated. His eyes were hard and unforgiving, taking what he wanted, knowing I would submit, knowing he was stronger than me. More of a man. He pulled his finger out abruptly, which made my ass and legs shake with a sensation that combined both pleasure and pain. Before I knew it, he forcefully shoved his fingers, including the one that had just been in my ass, into my mouth. He scooped the fingers around my mouth cavity and over my tongue. I choked and gagged a bit, confused, but he just as abruptly pulled his fingers out and returned two of them to hole, shoving both back into my chute. I howled for a second, but he just planted them there, firmly against a spot that made me start to mewl. “This is just the beginning, boy. Do you know how good your cunt tasted? It was perfect - I can’t wait to turn it inside out. I’m going to wreck your fucking pussy so that I’m the only one that can get you off … and you keep crawling back here, begging me to fuck out your sloppy mancunt. You know what your mancunt is?” I didn’t answer, just sucked in a jagged breath not wanting to fuel his abuse. He waited a few moments for my reply, and when none came he crammed a third finger into me, growling, “This is your mancunt.” I whimpered and bit my bottom lip, feeling my asshole be stretched around almost this entire stranger’s hand. It was definitely humbling. “You know what your mancunt is now?” he baited. I looked down, ashamed, “Yes,” I said almost inaudibly, taking a glance at my nipples, red and protruding like a bitch in heat. But his line of questioning wasn’t done. “And what goes in your mancunt?” I knew the answer. I didn’t want to know the answer and I hated myself for immediately knowing the correct response, but I could feel his pinky and thumb getting itchy and I knew he would use me like a sock puppet if I wasn’t forthcoming. So I looked up at him, and almost pleaded for him to be kind, “Anything that you say goes in it.” “Don’t think those puppy dog eyes are going to make me take it easy. Come on, stud, you’re a big jock boy, you can take a sticking and keep on licking, can’t you?” He emphasized his open mockery by splaying the three fingers in my ass, widening the stretch in my anal cavity and making me feel like I had to pee or cum or both. “Your mancunt is good for one thing. Getting real men off. Remember that for later.” And with that, his three fingers slipped out of my ass and were shoved immediately into my mouth. My throat immediately tried to expel them, but he stayed firm and I was pinned to the back of the couch. “Clean ‘em off, whore. Learn to enjoy the taste of any ass, you worthless cum catch.” I had no choice and I closed my lips around his knuckles and he coached me through sucking on his fingers and using my tongue to get the slime from between each digit. I mean, his fingers weren’t that deep inside me (thought they felt like they were) so mostly it just tasted like old saliva. It was mostly the thought that made me gag, but I quickly got over that for the sake of getting my mouth back. “It’s lunch time,” my dominator informed me and lifted his arm above his head, leaving his pit completely exposed thanks to the sleeveless shirt he wore. As his torso stretched I spied the very top of a red and black tattoo peaking above the waistband of his sweats, but I couldn’t see enough of it to tell what it was. “Dig in,” he nodded his head in the direction of his open armpit. My face crinkled in confusion. He grabbed the back of my head with the other hand and jeered, “I said, bon appetite, fuck twat,” and he buried my face in his pit. The hair under his arm was soaked with sweat, pearling on the skin around the damp patch. The odor was strong. Not bad, just strong. A testament to the hard work he must have been doing before I showed up. Mowing the lawn, pulling weeds, hammering nails into a fence patch. My nostrils were filled with his pheromones and the remnants of his masculine chores. He jerked my head sternly and I took my cue. I began licking and sucking his arm pit. Such a strong taste. Not the bitter taste of deodorant as I would experience later with some of my other clients, but the overwhelming bouquet of man scent. It was the smell at the gym, or in the school locker room, or of one of my buddies after a pick up game of hoops that (I didn’t realize until that moment) always got me horny. As his intoxicating scent got me harder and harder, I went to town on his pit, using my full tongue to swipe the entire surface area of his under arm. He loosened the grip on my head, and eventually began to go back and forth between my nipples, tweaking them and rolling them between his fingers, increasing their irritation and my pleasure. I finally looked up at him breathless, panting with my mouth and cheeks covered in a thin film of my own saliva and his sweat. With one hand, he grabbed a hold of my bottom jaw and shook it slightly, “Good boy, you’re starting to learn your place.” He released my face and gave it a light slap, He gave my right nipple one more pinch and noticed my tenting jock strap. “And you’re getting hard, faggot boy. Let’s see that little pecker of yours. Come on, show it to me. Mister Big Man with the girlfriend…you can show it to her and she’s supposed to be impressed enough to date your ass, show it to me.” I reached down to the side of my jock strap, and for the first time I noticed the outline of his cock down the leg of his sweats. I had been in such a complete state of shock the past five minutes or so, I hadn’t even given a thought to how big his dick was. And he still wasn’t going to give me time to contemplate it, snapping, “Come on, you little cum dump, show me your dick.” I pulled the side of my jock strap aside and my penis popped out, fully erect and hard as a rock. The guy started laughing. He pointed and laughed. Now I know there were other guys in the locker room bigger than me, but my girl friend had never complained. Well, at least not to me, I guess, considering she was supposedly banging my dad. My father’s friend continued to laugh and point, “You call that a dick? That’s a weenie at best, and definitely not a cock. Wait a minute.” He opened a drawer in the island of the kitchen and returned with a measuring tape. “Measure it, pussy boy.” I looked up at him pathetically. “Come on, big man, it looks rock hard to me, ain’t getting any bigger than that. Now’s the time to measure that monster,” he said mockingly. I knew this wasn’t going to turn out well, and I sheepishly took the measuring tape from him. I placed one end at the base of my penis and stretched it as taut as I could to the tip of it. There was a reason I had never measured my package and this was why. Looking up at him, I saw him register the number and bust out laughing. “Five? Five fucking inches? Actually, if you look closely, four and seven-eighths, not even five! Are you joking with that thing? How do you think you’re good for anything BUT taking dick? Who the fuck are you going to satisfy with that tiny thing? Certainly not your girlfriend as we just read. I’m not sure there’s ANY woman that would be able to get off on that. And I can’t imagine a guy with any dignity that would let you top him. You wanna’ see a real dick?” With one gesture, he pulled his sweat pants down to mid-thigh. Out bounced a gigantic piece of meat. He slowly slipped his shirt off to allow me time to take it in. This thing was only semi-hard at this point, but it was thick and juicy, and for as much hair as he had on his torso and powerful arms, his crotch was nice and managed. Not manicured or shaved, but tight and groomed, emphasizing the perfectly shaped mammoth cock bobbing between his thighs, propped up by a pair of lightly haired balls about the size of golf balls so full of the fluid that would be pooled in my guts in less than two hours that they pulled the skin of his scrotum, bowing it in at the top and tapering out where his two baby-makers swung pendulously. I could also finally see the full tattoo in a small area on his pelvic bone, naturally sparse with hair. It was a red and black symbol like the ones in biology class where we put anything contaminated. I couldn't figure out what would make him get that inked on his body unless it was just an intimidating tattoo that matched his dominating persona. I was in the middle of trying to sort out the possibilities when he shoved the tape measure into my hands again. “Measure it.” I stepped forward. “On your knees,” he qualified the position in which I would be measuring his cock. I was shaking as I got to my knees and reach my hands forward to measure his gigantic phallus. I have NEVER touched another guy’s cock before, much less one this huge. I placed the end of the measuring tape at the base of his member causing it to jump slightly from the attention. I startled a bit and lurched back. He chuckled, “It’s not gonna’ bite you. What it’s gonna’ do to you hurts a lot more than biting.” The sadistic grin. I pulled the measuring tape loosely to the tip of him and my eyes got big when I saw the number. “Read it to me, boy.” I looked up, my face just inches from his manhood, the measuring tape still in my hands stretched to an absurd number. “Nine.” “Read it again,” he insisted. “Nine and a quarter,” I read more accurately. “That’s better. And I’ll save you the trouble. It’s seven around, eight at it’s thickest; the thickest being that mushroom head you’re staring at. And that fucker’s not even fully hard yet. You better fix that quick.” With that, he relieved me of the tape measure, throwing it in the open drawer and swung his rod back into my face, slapping me in the cheek with it and making as loud a sound as when he lightly slapped me. The thing had so much heft to it that it actually stung a bit when it smacked my cheek. “So now let’s get on the same page,” he began. “Are you a man?” I looked up into his face. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, demanding an honest response. I looked to his intimidating tool gradually filling with blood and then looked down at my dwarfed boydick that looked more like an enlarged clit when compared to his monster. I pulled the fabric of the jock back over my crotch, hiding my pathetic package and replying, “No, I’m not.” “Am I a man?” “Yes, Sir.” “Why?” “Because you have a big dick.” “That’s right, pussy boy. It’s all about your dick. You need to accept that you don’t have a dick to offer, you have your holes. That means you’re not even a Beta Male, you’re a bottom bitch who services any real man that wants to get off. Understand?” A tear rolled down my face, “Yes, Sir.” “Good bitch. So now, where is my big dick going?" I hated the fact that my ass hole twitched in anticipation, knowing the answer. “It’s going inside of my ass.” “You ever been fucked before?” I swallowed hard, “No.” He smirked, “Well, you’re fucked now.” The sadistic grin. PART 3 COMING SOON.

I was in Louisville, relaxing in a park by the falls as a young stud jogged down the path. He went right past me, and honestly I thought no more of it, so a few minutes later when he walked back, I paid some attention: he was hot and sweaty, and he greeted me, saying "Hi, you hot too?" "Sure," I replied, thinking to myself, in so many different ways. He went on to tell me that a lot of gay guys hung around the the falls, and he asked "Are you gay?" "Yeah," I replied. He went to on say he was straight but liked to fuck man's ass every so often. Before we went any further I asked his age. "Nineteen," he replied, showing me his license as proof, adding "I have a girlfriend, but "It's her time of the month." With that I asked "When and where do you want my ass?" "Now, and right here," he replied. So, I dropped my shorts and he did also, sporting an eight inch thick dick, and with no further ado, right there he bent me over shoved that monster into my ass, fucking me for a while until I heard him grunt as he went balls-deep, shooting his load deep in my hole, pumping away until he was finished. Then he pulled up his shorts and was on his way. Afterwards I sat by the Ohio river, reminiscing, as his cum leaking out of my hole.

defo level 6 - anon or pozitively toxic - not looking back

Which pig are you if we were to watch that video?

I was in DickWadd Media's "Pigs at the Troff"... oink, oink...

I totally agree since it was redesigned it lost its charm. for me Xtube and recently PornHub has been really good a lot of amateur and compilations of bareback scenes

I was a big fan of lots of 80s BB porn and pornstars - particularly the bottoms who took all cummers' loads and had proper cocksucker lips: Steve Henson: http://www.iafd.com/person.rme/perfid=stevehenson/gender=m/steve-henson.htm Rick Donovan: http://www.iafd.com/person.rme/perfid=rickdonovan/gender=m/rick-donovan.htm Matt Gunther: http://www.iafd.com/person.rme/perfid=MattGunther/gender=m/Matt-Gunther.htm Tim Kramer: http://www.iafd.com/person.rme/perfid=timkramer/gender=m/tim-kramer.htm Eric Manchester: http://www.iafd.com/person.rme/perfid=ericmanchester/gender=m/eric-manchester.htm

Just a few minutes ago, I finished playing solo with an electro-stim kit from Fort Troff while watching the Popper Training Compilation video on xTube. After I finished and was cleaning up, I started thinking, "What if I had heart attack or something while doing that? Wouldn't that have been a tableau for whoever found my carcass?" https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/popper-trainer-compilation-for-popperbators-only-male-25990081

Sit on his cock and ride it until he fills you.

Part 20 A few night later Matt showed the video of the boys to Steve. Steve knew the guy who hosted these partied main business was having his boys perform on camera. They had an agreement that they never tried int the other's line of business without consulting the other before. Steve knew that his friend rented his boys out on rare occasions and only to their 'fans' who paid to make their fantasy come true. Steve had always wanted a couple 'performance' boys to do live sex shows at private parties. He thought the idea of the twins working for him like that was a perfect idea. Since Matt discovered the talent he had rights to them as per their agreement. He called his buddy to discuss this before having Matt retrieve the twins for a private meeting where they'd get an offer they wouldn't refuse. Matt knew exactly how to contact the twins without drawing attention. He knew that they like to go on a run every night. He took Bam Bam and they waited down the block his Bam Bam car knowing the twins would stop to talk. After they left the party the twins were so out of the closet. The twins got in the back of Bam Bam's car and began to make out which progressed into cock sucking and ending with them fucking. The twins thanked the two men who helped them out of their shell. Matt told them, "Don't thank us yet. We can show you a lot more if you're interested." The twins were excited at the chance for these college men to teach them more and that's when they told Matt about their nightly run since their father wouldn't let them have cell phones. Upon seeing the car the twins made a quick stop at the open window and leaned in to hear what Matt had to say. Matt asked them when they would be able to get away for a night like they had that previous weekend. The twins looked at each other knowing that their parents had a wedding to go to that up coming weekend and they would be home alone from Thursday through Monday. Matt asked, "You think you could skip school on Friday?" to which the twins replied, "No problem." Matt told them to be ready after school and arranged a place to pick them up. The weekend quickly came and soon the twins were brought over to Steve's. They had no idea what was really planed for them they night as they were taken to the basement basement where they were allowed to shower and clean up (an out) as the final 'preparations' for the weekend were made. When the twins were ready they rejoined both only in their underwear, a now naked Matt and Bam Bam who had a naked Robbie with them. The twins quickly shucked what little they had in upon seeing their naked hosts before being shown the play area that was well equipped with a number of items that intrigued the twins. One thing they recognized were the two slings hanging in the middle of the room. They were then asked what they had been up to all week at home. The twins could hardly contain themselves as they confessed to fucking when ever they could with their parents in the next room while the three college men were already blowing clouds as Matt asked, "You just kissed and fucked? What but sucking cock?" With the twins staring at the pipe they admitted they had thought about that but liked fucking more. Matt told "It's time you learn" as the pipe was now being passed between the twins as Robbie dropped to his knees and directed the twins to join him as he began to suck Matt's cock first (since he is not as big as his boyfriend, Bam Bam) taking the rod into his throat a couple times before switching to Bam Bam's cock which he had no problem deep throating his monster cock. The whole time the twins were watching they were blowing some impressive clouds. After some instruction it was time for the twins to try sucking both cocks. Knowing this was (possibly/probably) not easy for them to accomplish, they wanted to see them try. After only being able to get the cock to the back of their throats it was time for Plan B. That's where Robbie really was going to fit in with his smaller cock. They then had the twins start taking sucking on Robbie and soon they were deep throating him with ease. Then the twins moved onto taking turns sucking each other since they each seemed to have bigger cocks them Robbie, but not nearly what Matt and Bam Bam were packing. The plan here was mostly Steve's with the idea of getting them into sucking each other for an audience making suggestions they took turns sucking each other. Once the Matt was satisfied that the twins had found a 'new hobby' to occupy their time he figured it was going to take a little more to get them to swallow cum. It was time for a little G before the twins were going to be shown the finer points of swallowing. They were each given a cup of G laced cola and tole to drink it all down as they continued to play with each other as the 3 college men watched. As the action continued they were prompted as to what they should do as the G took effect. The audience grew as the action between the twins continued until it was clear that they were going to need more 'chemical' courage. When Steve finally joined the small group he was introduced to the twins. He asked the twins how much they were enjoying their new found mutual pleasure. After the twins admitted to Steve, the gather group and themselves that they each had thought about sex with each other. Steve then told them how they could make some money working for him, but they needed to be able to follow direction. He then asked them about their fucking each other and if they liked dumping their load inside the other's ass. The twins admitted they liked that the best. The twins were then asked about swallowing the other's cum, to which the twins admitted that they were a little apprehensive about swallowing since their (straight) male friends admitted that girls they would get blow jobs from didn't like to swallow. That's when Bam Bam stepped forward with Robbie who quickly knelt at his (more dominant) boyfriend's feet and began sucking cock like his life depended on it for life. The twins watched as Bam Bam placed his hand on the back of Robbie's head to prevent him from pulling off (as if he would even try) and within a few minutes it was very clear Bam Bam was ready to blow his load. Bam Bam grunted as he filled Robbie's mouth. Steve whispered something to the twins as they watch only nodding in agreement. He looked to Matt and nodded. Matt then appeared with 2 sets of ankle and wrist restraints. The twins were then bound before each was given a small slam. One by one the twins were getting his mouth 'raped' by a member of the small group gathered not being given a chose as to swallow (or not). Steve and Matt were the first to feed the twins a load. After they were done each of the guys who came to watch the new sex performers "audition" took a turn giving the twins a taste of cum. Within a couple hours the twins were freely swallowing and ended the 'audition' by 69'ing until each had tasted his brother's cum. To celebrate their new found love of cum Steve told the twins that they could get into the slings and be slammed again as they would be gang banged like the previous weekend. Neither twin said a word as they climbed into the slings and (without the need of being restrained), freely took a large slam. As each twin coughed out and rode what would eventually would become familiar to them just before taking a load from every guy present but multiple loads from Steve, Matt, Bam bam and Robbie.

Walked into the bookstore last night and looked at some dvd's in the gay section. A guy came up close to me and reached out go grab my ass, "I've fucked you before. I've got a big load for your hole" he said. I had no clue who he was, I get fucked anon all the time, so I reached out to grope his crotch and felt his dick get hard real fast. "That thing needs to be in my ass" I said and we started making our way to the video rooms. One of the clerks saw us and groped himself and I told him quietly that he needed to put that thing in my ass. I picked the first empty room and, leaving the door wide open, immediately started stripping naked. The clerk felt my ass and then slid into my already cum filled ass and started immediately pounding me. I noticed he didn't bother closing the door so I just let out a moan as he sunk into me and then stayed verbal as he fucked me. By the time he was finished the other guy had his cock out and took his place in my ass. There were already 3 other guys watching so I pulled one over and started sucking his cock. Four hours later I left, covered in cum and smelling of sex. I just put on my underwear and walked out to the car while cum was dripping out of my ass and making a big wet stain. I want more cock!!

Good for Sara! It is a testament to your skill as an author that I hate Connor as much as I have ever hated a fictional character. That he would cultivate a friendship with the brother knowing how he treated Zach and got him dropped from a whole circle of friends is just another example of what a self-serving asshole he is. Thanks for keeping this going! You really are the best jbucktown.

I like to hit the big events - MAL, IML, Decadence, Cumunion, etc. Pass the 20 load mark often, pass 30 and 40 on occasion and even hit the 50 load mark once with 53 being my all time record in 24 hours. This was a couple years ago and was a perfect storm - Leather Market - took 5 loads, couple of one off-tops in the hotel gave me 8, hit a cruisy bar and bent over for 4, Nasty Kink Pig Party, where I took 12 loads, a couple of open door parties where I took 10 more, busy bathroom in the hotel lobby where i took 8, late night stairwell cruising where I took my last 6 before collapsing in my room. I got up and did the whole thing again, but with lower numbers. I am a true cumdump. I LIVE to take loads - any cock, big or small, just be hard and be able to cum.

Part 19 The twins eyes were darkened by the drugs that had just been pumped into their bodies they not only took their first cock, but their first raw, poz cock as Matt and Bam Bam began by slamming their cocks balls deep. Matt's twin let out a strong moan as he was impaled. Bam Bam's twin yelled out in pain as the 9" hard as steel rod penetrated deep inside piercing his deep inner ring in the process. They each started off slowly pulling their cock out before slowly pushing back in while pulling on the sling as they brought the twin back towards them hoping to penetrate a little deeper with each thrust (if that was possible). It was very evident by the sounds being made by the twin Mat was fucking that he was definitely enjoying his first fuck. The other twin's yelps of pain began to quickly change to moans of pleasure as he too was getting into being fucked. Those who had joined the action going on in the play room quickly began to surround both slings as first Bam Bam then Matt began to speak to their twin. They were saying to each twin things like, "Your liking that cock in your ass?" and "Are you ready to be a cum dump?"In their drugged up state the twins were giving into the pleasure of the fuck by answering "Yes" or "Fuck yeah." The speed at which the twins were getting fucked began to increase as the poz talk from those gathered around watching began to egg Matt and Bam Bam on bring them closer to depositing the first, of many, charged loads into the twins. Bam Bam was this first to ask the question if his twin, "Are you ready to get knocked up? Are you ready to get pregnant?" as he felt his impending orgasm approach. Matt didn't ask his twin, hr told him, "I'm about to fucking poz your neg ass and make you my bitch" to which his twin replied, "I am your bitch." Shortly after that was said Matt yelled out, "FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" as he slammed in deep getting the tip of his cock through the internal ring as he fired his poz seed inside his bitch twin. Upon hearing Matt, Bam Bam yelled out, "OH FUCK!" as he slammed in deep depositing his poz load deep inside his twin. They each began to slowly piston in and out as they worked their loads into the batter walls of the twin they had just bred. After pulling out they were quickly replaced by one of the party goers as each twin began to get gang bang. No one took count of how many loads each twin took that night until Matt and Bam Bam watched the video the party host had shot. The count was nearly 3 dozen for each twin. As the party crowd began to thin Matt had an idea, he knew the twin he sat with in the car and had fucked first was dominated at times by his brother. He knew a way to change the 'playing field' (so to speak) as he first administered a shot of Caverject into the twins soft, Tina dick as Bam Bam gave the other twin another slam. Matt then help his twin out of the sling as the Caverject began working on getting his dick hard. He led him over to his brother and whispered in his ear so his drugged up and still bound in the sling twin could not hear. The now free twin stepped up to his bother's ass with his hard 76.5" cock and without mercy began to pound the hell out of his brother. The twin on the receiving end of this hard fuck began to moan in pleasure as he brother said to him, "From now on you're my cum dump bitch!" It took him a good 45 minutes but he finally shot his load inside his brother proclaiming, "I now own your cunt ass bitch!"

Chapter 23) Nice Matin was a French restaurant shoehorned into a narrow, long space, but its high ceilings, distinctive chandeliers designed around the structural columns and the décor (light brown and cream with black accents) prevented it from feeling claustrophobic in any way. There was a medium-sized curved bar to the left of the entrance, but the rest of the floor space was devoted to well-spaced tables and towards the back, on the left side, a few booths. It wasn’t packed on a weeknight, but was lively and a bit noisy. We arrived before my father did and were immediately seated in “our” booth. Predictably, the staff went gaga over Mike; the hostess, who knew us as regulars, was obviously dazzled as my mom made the introduction. Our usual waiter, Fabrice, seemed extra attentive, but maybe I was gloating. Or territorial. Mike had dressed to impress, pairing his soft gray jeans with a clinging black turtleneck that looked so sexy all I wanted to do was rip it off him. As we were leaving Mom had taken one look at his short bomber-style jacket layered over a hoodie and insisted that he wear the soft navy wool overcoat that she’d bought for my father a couple of years ago, for which he’d thanked her but never wore it. “It’s chilly out, and we have a bit of a walk,” she said firmly, as she pressed the cashmere knit gloves, watch cap and scarf that she’d purchased to go with the coat on him as well. We exchanged looks, and I gave a little shrug, hopefully communicating that he’d never win this one, just give up. I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying that she just wanted someone to finally wear the damn things. I could have told her they’d end up hanging in the closet: Dad had always insisted that even the softest wool or cashmere was itchy. The coat looked fabulous on Mike – with his body, just about anything would. My father finally arrived about 15 minutes late. “Dad!” I exclaimed excitedly, and stood to hug him. He seemed a little taken aback – he wasn’t accustomed to public displays of affection – but he responded after a brief delay, then shared a handshake with Mike who’d leapt to his feet right behind me. “You’re certainly in a good mood for someone who had to get up at the crack of dawn,” he said to me as he took his seat next to my mom. “It’s my vacation, why shouldn’t I be in a good mood?” I shot back. “Hard day?” mom asked sympathetically after she gave him a welcoming peck on the cheek, immediately working to diffuse any tension. And once I really looked at him, I could see how tired he was, noting that he was in suit and tie rather than his customary business casual. That meant he’d either been meeting with clients or spent most of the day in court. “Yeah,” he sighed as she helped him shed his jacket. “It’s the end-of-the-year crunch. I swear being a lawyer is like working at Macy’s. I earn most of my salary right before the holidays,” he remarked as he sipped his glass of water. We all laughed at that comparison. “Have some bread,” mom said, pushing the basket and the butter dish towards him. Fabrice came over a moment later to check on us, bearing my dad’s favorite end of the day drink – a goblet of merlot – without any prompting. “Good evening, Mr. Leibowitz,” he said in his French-accented English. “Are you ready to order, or do you need a moment?” “Fabrice, you’re the best waiter anywhere. Ready now,” Dad said. “Why don’t we start with a couple of hummus appetizers for the table, and then we’ll all have our usual – the prix fixe dinner.” “Excellent, monsieur.” Mike looked at the menu and gulped. Sticker shock – there was nothing like New York prices. Each of us got to choose three courses: appetizer, main dish and dessert. Mom opted for kale salad, halibut and berries with cream; Dad also chose kale salad, mostly to appease my mother so he could then order steak frites and chocolate cake; I decided on romaine salad, roast chicken and chocolate cake, too. Mike looked acutely uncomfortable when it was his turn. “Uh, I…I could just have a burger…” he began. “Well, if you would really rather, but it must take a lot of nutrients to maintain your physique,” she said, shaking her head and eyeing his chest and arms. “We can always pack up any food you can’t finish.” She likely knew that Mike could most certainly finish three courses, and was smoothing things over with polite fiction. I nudged his left ankle with my right foot under the table; he shot me an irritated glance, correctly divining my message: order the fucking prix fixe. He reluctantly chose romaine salad, the steak (at my parent’s prompting) and peanut butter ice cream with chocolate and salted caramel sauce at mine (so we could share desserts). “How was the trip?” my dad asked unoriginally as we shared hummus and flatbread. “It was great,” I answered. “No problems at all.” “Darren was exhausted, he slept the whole way here,” Mike corrected. I hoped that the dirty look I shot at Mike communicated what I was thinking: Fink! My father seemed to be amused by this exchange. “That sounds like the perfect trip to me,” he answered, “restful for everyone.” As I considered whether that statement concealed a jab at me, my mom interjected in a deliberate change of subject, “What do you usually eat for breakfast? We mostly eat plain yogurt with muesli or granola and fruit, but is that going to be enough for you?” “Darren has already introduced me to the joys of plain yogurt,” Mike said drily. “I mix it in a protein smoothie first thing in the morning. And then I usually go out and jog or hit the gym.” “There’s an exercise room in the building,” my mother began. “Which Dad never uses,” I piped up mischievously. “Hey! I play racquetball,” my father shot back. “Once a month at most,” I deadpanned with a roll of my eyes. I’d give him “restful.” “And you can jog outside if you want, but I usually just run up the 10 flights of stairs from the lobby to our apartment or use the treadmill,” my mom finished, ignoring Dad’s and my exchange. I saw the corners of Mike’s mouth twitch, so I assumed that we’d successfully diverted his attention from any discomfort over the high price of dinner. “You’re on a football scholarship, right? And this is your senior year?” my dad asked. “Yeah,” Mike answered. “So, what are you plans when you’ve finished your bachelor’s degree?” “I’m considering either graduate work in chemistry or law school,” Mike said. Dad perked up. “Really? You’ve taken the LSATs?” he queried, ignoring the mention of science. “Where are you planning to apply?” My father fired off questions at Mike about his plans. It was almost as if he was trying to figure out Mike’s prospects so he could either approve of our relationship or not. Mortifying. This career catechism was interrupted, if not ended, by the arrival of our salads. “Dad and I have a dinner tomorrow night,” my mother said, taking advantage of a lull in the comparison of Yale law vs Columbia, Penn State, Fordham and NYU. “Don’t remind me,” my father groaned. “It’s for a very good cause, Ken, Dita is the event chair and we’re part of the advisory committee. Anyway,” my mother continued, ruthlessly sweeping aside my father’s carping, “Emmy is arriving back in town tomorrow afternoon, so I thought it would be nice if you and Mike had dinner with her so she isn’t alone the first night of her vacation.” “Em? Sure, that’d be great.” Em was my very best friend in the world. We had suffered through private school and extra-curricular activities together, along with a fluctuating band of similarly disaffected friends. “I told Dita it wouldn’t be any problem, so they’ll be stopping by to visit on the way to our dinner and we’ll have wine and hors d’oeuvres. Your Aunt Dita especially wanted to see you.” Aunt Dita was Uncle Jeffy’s wife and my mom’s closest friend. Not only because my dad and Uncle Jeffy were close, but because they’d bonded over IVF. That was part of my bond with Em: we called ourselves “test-tube” babies. Once dinner was finished, we walked back home. “Oh, I got you theater tickets for next week…” my mom began as we hung up our coats. “Hamilton?” I asked hopefully, naming the current Broadway mega-hit. “No, sweetie, that was impossible, I’m sorry. Aladdin. You loved the movie.” When I was 10, yes. But I put a good face on it, figuring any Disney musical would be fun and splashy. “That’ll be fun,” I said. “A trip down memory lane, right?” I said to Mike. “I never saw the movie,” Mike said. “What?” I exclaimed. “Yeah. My parents said it promoted demonism and that there was no mention of God.” I hadn’t considered his parent’s strict religious dogma, and just assumed that Disney would be harmless enough for anyone. “We cpi;d watch the film tonight. Is that okay?” I asked my parents as an afterthought. “Fine, I’m not going to be able to stay up much longer,” my dad said. “I have to be back in the office tomorrow morning by 9:00 if I expect to leave a little early for cocktails and that damned dinner.” I could tell my mom was restraining some sardonic comment, not wanting to encourage him by paying attention to his whining. She took Maxi for his quick night-time walk. Then we all got ready for bed and met in the library. I inserted the disc on the TV and started the movie; my parents had settled on the chaise, Mike and I curled up together on the loveseat. Surprisingly, the film had aged well and was still entertaining, from the opening montage of the Disney castle backed by fireworks to the closing credits with some final ad-libs from Robin Williams. I could tell how engrossed Mike was by the simple plot when I felt the rumble of laughter in his chest for the comedic bits and the tension in his body during the action sequences. When it was finished, I realized that Mom and Dad had fallen asleep together on the chaise. Maxi was out like a light in one of the recliners. I motioned to Mike to keep quiet, and gently spread a blanket over them before turning off the light. “That was fun,” Mike said when we got back to my room and had curled up in bed under the covers. “Glad you liked it,” I answered, wondering what other things he was deprived of by his intolerant family. “So Mr. Darren, sir, what will your pleasure be?” Mike whispered in my ear. “Let me think…” I said with faux innocence. “Maybe this?” he said and kissed me deeply. “Good guess,” I murmured against his lips before diving back in. Here was one thing his parents hadn’t successfully deprived him of. We kissed again, shifting so that he was on top of me, tongues meeting, testing, tasting, breathing speeding up to keep pace with our pulses and heart rates. Then he was kissing my chin and zeroing in on the most sensitive spots on my neck, pulling at the t-shirt I wore as a pajama top to caress my skin, leaving tingling trails of sensation behind. I arched under him and let out a small involuntary moan; he pinned me back in place, worked his hands underneath my hips and thrust against me. His dick was hard, and so was mine – I could practically feel them throb in time together. “I want you to fuck me hard, use me, take your pleasure…” my less than coherent babbling cut short with a gasp when he kissed my ear, then started to lick it. “Your wish is my command, Mr. Darren,” he said, briefly interrupting his amorous assault. I could feel and hear his breath on my ear, and I twisted under him, but he held me in place with his superior size and strength. My hands were exploring his back and I curled my arms and gripped his shoulders, panting and groaning. “Please…” I gasped, and sagged back into the mattress when he stopped for a moment. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered seductively. “Everything,” I answered. “You’ll have to be more explicit,” he teased. I moaned in frustration. “But you know…” “I want you to say it,” he said back. “You’ll have to beg me. It gets me hot to hear you talk dirty.” I sighed, but gave in. What was there to be embarrassed about? This man had seen and heard me say all kinds of stuff in the heat of the moment. “Make me worship you,” I breathed into his ear. “Straddle my face and tell me how to please you.” He paused then said, “Exactly what you want me to do,” he said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Tell me to sniff and lick and kiss you dick and balls and especially your ass.” He was shifting now; I could see him in the dim nightlight I’d had in my room since childhood kneeling over my face with his back towards me. He slowly lowered himself, gently pushing his ass crack over my nose with the exact right amount of pressure – enough that I could feel his weight, but I could still inhale his manscent deeply. The wonders of muscular control… “That’s it boy, sniff me. Like that smell?” “Yes,” I said obediently. “Good boy. Keep at it until I say to do something else. How’s that smell? Tell me what you like about sniffing that man’s ass.” “I love how strong it smells,” I said between sniffs, “it makes me want to lick and kiss every inch of that beautiful muscle butt.” “You just love it, don’t you, love submitting to me.” “Yeah, yeah,” I said urgently. “Make me do it.” “I am, boy. Inhale deep so I can hear it.” I did as he asked. “Louder, deeper. Let me know how much you like smelling my man stink.” I inhaled again as loudly as I could, then planted a kiss in his butt crack. He immediately increased the pressure on my face. “Did I tell you to kiss my ass yet? Just keep sniffing, I’ll tell you when I want you to do something else.” I inhaled deeply and made sure to exhale forcefully so he could feel the warm breath on his ass. “Yeah, you’re my good little boy, my slave. You have to do whatever I tell you.” Mike grabbed the back of my head and held it in place securely against his butt. “Sniff again, get the smell of that funky hole in your lungs. That’s real man stink, just how my ass should smell, so you can be my nasty little bitch. Now kiss it,” he said, moving his ass over my mouth with my nose now behind his balls. “Smell my balls? That’s where the cum that I’m going to shoot inside your hot little ass is.” Mike really had range…from tender lover to dirty, dominating top and back. He was pulling off his sweats, then yanking off my t-shirt and sleep pants; his ass was back over my mouth. He said one word: “Lick.” I shivered with desire and did exactly as he said, curling my tongue, then extending it to reach his towards his balls and back again. “Yeah, boy, eat that asshole, get that tongue inside my butt. Make me hard so I can fuck you good like a man fucks his bitch.” I kept up licking, throwing in the occasional kiss, he didn’t object now, too caught up in the pleasure. Mike crossed his ankles, propping my head up, then began to thrust, rubbing his ass against my lips and tongue. “That’s what my ass does when I fuck you,” he hissed at me. “I want you to think about it when I’m inside you, using you, that my butt muscles are pushing my dick in and out until I shoot my toxic load inside you.” Then he was moving back, flipping me on my stomach, raising my hips with the silk fuck sheet over a pillow. I felt him lube my ass with his right hand, while he jacked himself with his left hand, spreading the Vaseline in a thin coat that would ease the passage, but not be too greasy…and he was pushing himself inside of me, sinking his thick, throbbing dick in until I could feel the delicate scratch of his pubic hair against my ass. He laid down and worked his hands underneath me, gripping at the juncture of my thighs and pelvis to keep me in place, then drew back and pushed in, rubbing against my prostate in a way that made my toes curl. “Fuck me,” I gasped involuntarily and unoriginally. “Yeah, baby,” Mike said back, seemingly not to be concerned about originality at this moment. “Take it. You have to,” he growled. “You’re mine. You’ve been mine since the minute I fucked you during your initiation, no, since I laid eyes on you at orientation.” His thrusts were getting stronger, longer and deeper. “You’ll always be mine, your ass belongs to me,” he gasped as he began to lose control, hammering into my ass, no holding back, nothing gentle, just the raw power of bare sex between men. “Take it,” he murmured in my ear, “take it, yeah, take it…aaaaaaaaah,” he groaned as he flooded me with his charged sperm. I arched my back to get him deep inside me and make sure I got every drop inside my hungry hole. That’s when my own orgasm began, my ass clutching his dick spasmodically while it throbbed and quivered, coating my insides with his DNA. Mike collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, kissing the back of neck and shoulders. “Having you to myself makes me into an animal. I’m going to fuck you all night.” All the charged cum I could ask for… “Bring it on, stud,” I challenged.

When there's a BOND between the TOP and BOTTOM...its really magical in nature; because, it seems everything works like a well functioning piece of equipment. The physical, mental and spiritual BOND between the individual's is so powerful you can see and feel the sparks that radiates between everyone. I have enjoyed being on both ends of the sling...and its really...not a pump and dump situation for ME...its all about the connection and how connected we can make each other feel like...there won't be another fuck'n like this ever again. So, I feel when I give everything back and forth...its like an addiction for the BOTH of US....sharing that SPECIAL ...connection...NO PULL OUTS...NO INHIBITIONS...just...hardcore ....cock and ball's deep 'animal lusts'....MORE...until...the loads are running out the hole...and getting sticky wet for MORE...harder and deeper fuck'n.

Thx - it is really nice, that my stories have such an impact on you. What can I say. I like it rough. IRL also.... just my kind of way.

Bike weeks can be LOADS of fun! I live in Daytona, and although not a biker, I love to go to biker events during Bike Week and Biketoberfest. Not knowing who is gay or straight, I never make the first move. Always hoping a biker will. This year during Bike Week a burly biker bear cam up to me and said woof. I woofed back at him. He asked if I liked biker cock up my ass, and said hell yea. He said great, and told me he was there with a buddy that loved to breed also to which I said bring it on. I was unable to host, but he said to get on his bike, we would find a discreet place to fuck. He found his buddy and we had a drink or two before heading out on his bike. While we were drinking, he grabbed my hand and pulled it to his crotch, and asked if I liked that. He was already semi hard, and it felt nice and thick. His buddy did the same, and was nicely hung also. I got on his bike, and he drove to a discreet wooded area, where we wasted no time in starting to breed. He ripped off my underwear, spit on my hole and drove it in balls deep. After he unloaded in me while up against a tree his buddy took my ass. After he loaded me, the first biker bred me again. After he dropped his second load up me, got on his bile and drove back to bar where we met. When I got off his bike, my cum had leaked on his seat. He "forced" me to lick the seat clean, and then sent me on my way!

I love being called a pussy and/or cunt when guys are fucking and filling me!

This si one of the wicked stries that you want to keep going but like how it ended. thanks for the loads

never pulling out here before cumming

I understand not wanting your ass called a pussy, because that is more of a female thing. But there is something dirty in an escapist sense with the word "cunt". Outside of sex, most guys don't get referred to as a cunt. So being fucked and having your "cunt" fucked kind of adds to the fantasy. That's for the random kind of hook up. If it's a guy you're in a relationship with, cunt should be used sparingly, if at all.

Getting piss fucked is totally hot. I love it when a guy is filling my guts with his hot piss. I can feel the warmth and pressure inside me and know what he is doing in me. It is even better if he has been parTying. If he has been partying, the chem will be in his piss and my guts will absorb it and I'll get buzzed too. Just so you know, if a guy who has been partying pisses in you, not only will you get high, but it will show up in a drug test if your employer does random testing.

Part 2 There was a flash of blinding light…. * * * * * Blinding pain like nothing I have ever felt before. I probably would have screamed. But instead, mercifully, I’m pretty sure I blacked out briefly. Moments later when the blackness cleared from my head, the pain was still intense – I thought I was being torn open, split in two – but it was tolerable. And my top Daddy was plowing my ass like there was no tomorrow, as if he was unaware of my pain, or just didn’t care. He was slamming his cock into me in long fast stroke, pulling out to the head and then burying his thick, ass-splitting tool back into my torn hole. I could hear him praising me, “Damn you have a tight hole boy! Feels so fucking good gripping my cock!” And somehow that was all it took. The pain began to transform into intense pleasure. Knowing I was making this handsome, powerful man feel good was all I needed. I’ve always been that way – I get my pleasure by knowing I’m giving pleasure to man or men I’m servicing. In moments I was answering him back, “oh yeah Daddy – fuck my hole! Rape your boy with that beautiful cock of your!” That really got him going, and he gripped my hips even hard and began a power fuck in earnest. For the next 45 minutes he fucked me. We started out doggy style, but at some point he literally picked me up and managed to rotate me without pulling out so that I was on my back. He spit in my face as he fucked me, and I caught big gobs of it in my mouth. He picked me up fully, pulling my body to his as I wrapped my legs around his waist and he fucked me for a while, kissing me as he thrust his cock into me. In the end he turned me back around and then forced me down flat onto the bed. The last few minutes were pure animalistic fucking driven by a lustful need on both of our parts for him to breed and seed my hole. He bit my shoulders and the back of my neck and howled loudly when he came in my hole, giving notice to the other patrons of the bathhouse that he had taken possession of my hole. Little did I know, he planned on putting his new possession to good use.

(Thanks for the feedback. I've adjusted some parts of Part 2 accordingly.) Part 2: Like I said, a few weeks later I got an unexpected call from the kid I met in the park bathroom, whose name I learned was Damon. Unsurprisingly, he had been freaked out by what we had done together, but he had jacked off so much thinking about it that he decided he had to see me again. I was impressed by the fact that he didn’t ask any of the obvious kid questions, like what my status was. Maybe not knowing made him feel better about it. I asked him what he was looking for, and he said that he loved not just fucking with me but also the way I controlled him, played with his limits. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about not using condoms, but he wanted to see what I had to offer and was wondering if I would be willing to respect that one limit. I told him we should meet in person to talk it out. We decided to meet again at the park outside the bathrooms in a few days, go for a walk, talk about what he was looking for. I wasn’t really willing to waste my time if he didn’t have any idea what he wanted, but if the kid impressed me again I’d be willing to play around with him on a regular basis, maybe even get a regular BDSM thing going. I was very specific about what I wanted him to wear: shorts, a jock-strap, tee shirt and baseball cap. I love the wholesome, all-American white boy thing. I said that we probably wouldn’t even hook up, but if he was going to be my sub boy he needed to learn how to start taking orders. I also told him that he was not to masturbate at all before I saw him. He agreed, and a few days later he was on time for our meeting and we went for a walk in the park together. He immediately whined about how horny he was, and asked if we could step into the bathroom to take care of it. I just calmly told him no, that today was about figuring out what kinds of limits he was looking to explore and we were just going to talk. As we were walking he kept making unsubtle grabbing movements at his crotch and at mine, which I pushed away. Kids tend not to have any control like that. He explained that he was wanting to find a regular relationship with a dom guy who could show him the ropes of how to be a good sub, basically play slave once or twice a week when I was free and he wasn’t in school. I asked him what his fantasies were, and he reported that he loved bottoming but hadn’t gotten much chance to do it. He said that ever since we had hung out he had fantasies of me pissing on him and humiliating him in public, of tying him up somewhere outdoors and fucking him while he was helpless. No real bondage experience. I brought up the condoms, and he said that he didn’t want to risk his HIV status but that when he had gotten home after our tryst he had been so turned on by all the cum he could feel in his ass that he had fucked himself with a dildo using the cum as lube and that he came two more times thinking about what we had done. Figuring that deserved a reward, I stopped, smiled at him, gave him a full kiss on the lips and said, “good boy.” He made a sort of desperate, high pitched sounds then, maybe half whine, half grunt. Since there wasn’t anybody around, I pushed his face down to my crotch and told him to lick and kiss the bulge in my pants, which he did with abandon. Then I pulled him up and told him to keep walking with me. Turns out he lived about a twenty minute walk away from the park, and he had to cross some fairly minor streets in order to get there. He said that he lived with a straight roommate, so he wouldn’t be able to do anything at his house; I would have to host everything. I asked him if his roommate was home now, and he said he wouldn’t be back for a few hours. I grunted, making a note to set up at least a few activities at his place, but just kept walking. Finally, we agreed to meet every Sunday and Thursday night for now, and that we would see how it went. That left two days before Thursday evening. I told him I was heading home, and he pleaded with me that he needed to cum before Thursday or he might explode. Judging by the expression on his face, he might have been right. I decided that he needed to prove himself to me, so I told him that while he was my boy he could only cum with my permission, and that he was not even to masturbate unless I expressly gave him permission. I told him that he was also not to do anything sexual with anyone else unless I gave him permission, or our little arrangement would be over, even on our off days. If he really wanted to mess around with me, he needed to make a commitment to being my sex slave. He looked pained, but agreed readily enough. Since he had already followed my rules by not cumming yet, I agreed to a concession. “You can cum this afternoon and this afternoon only, but on two conditions. You have to get someone from the toilet to fuck you first, and that person has to cum inside you when they cum. Yes, you can use a condom. If you want to cum again, you have to find someone else to fuck you and cum inside.” He looked almost a bit hurt at that. “But don’t you want to fuck me?” I smiled big at him and said, “Oh, I will.” Then I gave him a big, sloppy farewell kiss and agreed to meet him at my place at 6pm on Thursday. As a parting thought I told him, “Save any condoms you use in your fridge and bring them. Oh, and show up wearing the same thing.” I went home and made some plans. When Thursday came around, he showed up looking cute as hell in his outfit, and I was more than ready to take advantage. He also brought two cold condoms still slick with cum. I asked him how it went, and he said that he had been freaked out by asking the guys to cum inside him but that it had also been hot. Good boy. I set them aside for now and told him that for the first several weeks he would still be proving whether he was worth the effort of being my slave, so his first job was to suck me off while I watched the end of a baseball game and drank a few beers. No matter what happened, no matter how tired he got, he was to keep sucking until I told him not to. I made him go like this for about half an hour, after which I figured that was enough torture for the kid. Periodically I would pull my dick out of his mouth and slap his face a few times, but mostly I just ignored him. Basically I was trying to let him know that he was not going to be my constant center of attention, but he handled that pretty well. After that, I stood him up and had him do his constitutionals in my bathroom, which had all the necessary amenities. I told him to come out wearing his jock strap and nothing else. He did, looking like only a smooth twenty-something in a jock strap can. I kissed him on the lips, then without warning grabbed him under his jaw and pushed him as hard as I dared against the wall. Making sure to convey the dead seriousness in my voice, I told him, “last chance to leave, faggot.” He looked kind of scared, but just nodded his head from side to side. “Then get your ass in the bedroom and lay face down on the bed.” He raced to obey my command, a quality I like in a slave. I had my full set of restraints prepared and set to the side, so when he laid down I bound him up spread eagled on the bed and made sure there was no room to move except for his head, slightly. Then I started taking off all of my clothing, and as I did I taunted him. “You dumb faggot. You realize what you’ve gotten yourself into? You know what I can do to you in this position? What’s to stop me from fucking you bareback and putting a craigslist ad out for every diseased faggot out there to take a turn? You think you can stop me like this?” Looking genuinely scared, he said, “Please, no sir. I just wanted to have fun with you. Please just not that.” I climbed on top of him and rubbed my cockhead against his hole. “Why not? Don’t you want my dick inside of you again? How many times did you get off playing with that dildo and my jizz?” I bent down to start eating out his sweet, smooth ass. He shuddered, but said, “Please don’t. I know I can’t stop you, just please don’t.” I slapped his ass hard and yelled at him: “Stupid faggot! When I ask you a question you fucking answer it. How many times?” “Two, sir.” I brought my dick back to his hole. “And you’re telling me there’s no part of you that doesn’t want it again? Tell me boy, and you better answer my fucking question, what does your inner slut want me to do right now?” Trembling now, he said, “My, um, inner slut wants you to fuck me, sir.” “And where does your slut want me to cum?” “Inside me, sir.” Now he sounded deflated. I slapped his ass with the full force of my hand behind it, instantly raising a red hand mark and bringing a surprised howl from him. “You haven’t earned my cum yet, bitch! Your ass still isn’t worthy of it. Tell you what, why don’t we open that shit up a little?” I pulled out a couple of progressively larger dildos, nothing huge, but enough to give him a good ass workout. I held each one up for him and explained his situation. “I’m going to give you one choice, faggot. I’m going to fuck your ass with these dildos; that’s happening no matter what.” Then I showed him a bottle I had prepared just after he arrived. “See this? This is the jizz from those condoms you saved, plus I got a few of my friends to contribute as well. You can choose to use this as your lube, or you can choose not to when I fuck you with these dildos. Either way, it’s the only lube you’re going to get!” His eyes went insanely wide, and he looked on the border of panic. I leaned forward to nibble his neck and ear, and whispered to him, “the time and the fridge will have killed anything you could catch. You just have to make a choice, papi.” Strictly speaking, I don’t know if this is true or not, but I would assume it must be pretty safe. Thinking over his options and what it would be like to have the dildos in dry, he made the sane choice and chose the “lube.” I prepped a popper rag under his face, telling him to breath into it when he needed to. The I made sure to put a thin coating of jizz on the smallest dildo within his line of sight, told him to take a hit of the poppers, and slowly popped it past his ring into his ass. He started whimpering again, really his most annoying trait, so I added a ball gag while leaving the dildo in him. His ass opened up quickly, so I moved on to the next dildo, making sure to repeat the ritual of lubing it in front of him. He took another deep hit, and with this dildo I noticed that he almost imperceptibly began moving up and down on it, within the confines of the restraint. “Look at you, you little whore. I’m fucking you with the jizz of strange men, and you’re fucking enjoying it! No wonder you were begging for the load of stranger in a toilet when I first met you. And you have the nerve to ask me for a fucking condom?” By the next dildo his reservations had been mostly removed. Again, I guess he figured what was done was done. I was getting a little rough with the dildos, kind of tearing him up with them. “Wanna guess how many different men’s cum you have in your ass right now? Working its way into your ass walls, making its way into your blood stream. What do you think you’ll tell the counselor the next time you get an HIV test? That you’ve just given up and decided to be the whore you were always meant to be. Isn’t that right, faggot?” He groaned and continued to move up and down on the dildo. Finally I took the last one out. I pulled out a turkey baster and used it to suck up the remaining cum from the bottle in front of him. “Open up, cunt!” And with that, I deposited the rest of the jizz directly in his ass. He was bucking up and down, still high on poppers and desperate for something to fill him. I stepped in front of him, mockingly rolled on a condom and then climbed on top of him. Here I decided to take off the ball gag, because I love making him beg for it. “You want my dick?” “Please, yes sir, please, I need your dick?” “You want me to fuck all that strange cum inside your ass?” “You said it’s safe.” “You want me to use a condom?” “…Yes, sir.” This time he didn’t sound at all certain, but I plunged inside him with it on anyway. Since I had already warmed him up on the dildos, I didn’t start off gentle this time. Besides, he was good on the poppers and was enjoying himself like hell now that he finally had a real dick inside him. “Oh yes, sir, I’m your fucking whore, please use me, use my pathetic faggot ass, grind that cum inside me!” “What do you want from me, papi?” “I want your dick inside me! I want you to give me your spit and your piss! I want you to humiliate me like the worthless bitch I am! Please just fuck me!” Now I was pounding the shit out of him. Egging him on. “Keep going, boy. Tell me what you want!” “I want you to tie me up and have strange men gang bang me while I’m helpless to do anything. I want you to take pictures of my worthless ass full of cum and send it out to all of my friends. I want you to charge strangers money to fuck me!” “Ugh, I’m fucking you, baby!” “Yeah, fuck me bareback! Give me your load!” Up to this point the boy had been caught up in just saying the words that were turning him and me on, but as soon as he said these ones, he knew the game had just changed. “Um, I mean…” I stopped fucking him and pulled out. He started to beg me again, in that way that bottoms do when they’re close or just desperate. Ignoring him, I walked around in front of him and tore off the condom, and had him suck me for a bit, mostly to shut him up. Then I looked into his eyes, and played my final card. “One more choice, boy. Either I untie you right now, you go home, and I never see you again. Or I fuck you bareback. And I cum inside. And we never talk about using condoms between us again.” “Uh, shit, I don’t know man, I mean, it’s not really worth it.” I moved around to eating his ass again, and he moaned softly. My hands massaged his back and his ass, and I felt him rise up to meet me. Not missing the beat, I positioned my cock over his hole again and decided to make the choice simple. “Last chance to tell me no. If I start fucking you, I’m not stopping. You wanna be my boy, baby?” “Shiiiiiiiiiit…” I pressed forward, popping past his sphincter and gliding inside him. He was loose and wet now, and he felt amazing. “That’s it, baby. I’m inside you now. I’m going to show you how fucking amazing it can feel.” I fucked him for a good half hour after that, till his ass was dead sore and even my dick was starting to feel a little chafed. At first he didn’t say anything; then he just moaned, “yeah, yeah,” softly. Towards the end I started taunting him again, and this time he rose to it. “Yeah, breed me baby. I want your load inside me, give me your load, baby.” Hearing this kid who had been a condom-nazi two weeks before beg me like that was sending me over the edge. “Little whore doesn’t even have the balls to fight back against the guy who’s breeding him. Fight back, little whore. I’m about to knock you up. Beg me not to cum inside you.” Sensing the game, he screamed, “No, don’t cum inside me, please don’t knock me up!” “It’s! Too! Fucking! Late!” Once again, my dick went off like a Fourth of July firework. I came so hard inside him that it actually kind of hurt, like when you have blue balls. When I nudged up against him, my cock still inside, I realized he was crying. Realizing that he was going through something more than words, I pulled off and untied him, rather expecting him to fly out. Much like the first time we met, he curled up against me and buried his face in my chest. I’m not much for these kinds of displays, especially during sex, but it was…endearing. Like he literally couldn’t handle the intensity of what we had done. I held him for about twenty minutes, letting him get it out. Afterwards I asked, not unkindly, “any regrets?” “No sir.” “Good boy.” I took him into the shower to get cleaned up, but he had a raging erection to be taken care of, so I told him to kneel in the shower and open his mouth while he jacked off. I aimed the stream of piss straight for his mouth. It took him a few seconds to adjust to the taste, but soon he was lapping it up while he jacked off with one hand and played with his ass with the other. After I was finished pissing I knelt down to play with his ass while he shot an explosive load of cum all over himself and my tile. We showered, and I drove him back to his place afterwards. “So, am I seeing you this Sunday?” He smiled, replying “See you Sunday.”