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early 1980's Maybe I was in grade school or junior high when I first read about "The Gay Cancer" that was infecting gay men in New York and Boston. My first thought that is was caused by just thinking too much about sex with men, but that didn't seem likely. Maybe it was like being around kids with chicken pox...you'd get it by being too close to them. A few years later, I'd read enough to know it came from sex. It wasn't cancer -- it was a virus. That was a relief because I knew from way early on that I was gay. I figured it out after sneaking into my older sister's room and reading her "Seventeen" magazines. Every page absorbed me. "Is it Love Or Just a Crush?", "Best Places For a First Date" and "Does He Want You to Make the First Move?". I wanted to be a girl. I wanted a boy to love me. I also wanted to wear lip gloss. But there was no way I could tell anyone. Not now. Not ever. I didn't know the term "in the closet", but I sure as fuck lived in one. I could never even touch a handsome man. I'd lose a bunch of weight and get those bruise things on my face. The visible signs of the disease would show everyone what I was. 1994 So obviously I'd had a celibate life all through my youth and college years. I'd learned to bury the girlishness deep down. I just studied and thought about the future. My future ended up with a pretty good job. I was hired to do research for a big company in a pretty large city. The details are mundane, but the job allowed me free access to the internet, no filters. It was a nice perk. It wasn't long before I decided to get a computer at home too. Other things had changed. Gays seemed to be everywhere and very visible. Marches, protests and parades...all in the name of equality. I was glad that others were "out" because I doubted I'd ever be able to be. There were also more treatments for AIDS, and there were also articles about possible vaccines. Well, good. Nothing was guaranteed or certain, and I was still afraid of sex and of just being gay. The great thing about computers is that you can access the whole world and nobody can see you. I started snooping around the web looking for pictures of naked men. So much content! I wore my dick out, masturbating to nude guys I'd never meet. I also checked out sites 'of gay interest'. It was on one of those places that I found a link to guys who had a boot fetish...interesting. Men would post pics with captions like 'my size 13 doc martens after I came on them'. Wow. It wasn't long before I got deeper into the fetish culture online. Man, people were into so much stuff I'd never even thought about. There was one link with a warning in red letters: Deathculture.net is distasteful, but it exists. It's like watching a car crash.Not endorsed by this site at all. Enter with caution!! I was reminded of being a very young kid and seeing ads for scary movies where they warned that the film may cause you to die of fright. So of course I followed the link, and found it was a site about 'bug-chasing' and 'gift giving'....AIDS fetish. I couldn't imagine such a thing. Or could I? It was mostly just stories about guys into having unprotected sex. I read every single one. "This is twisted", I thought to myself as I jerked off endlessly. This fetish seeped into my brain and made a home there. This was more exciting than the boot thing. There were 11.000 members from all over the world and the site kept growing. There were photos of guys with plus signs tattooed on their stomachs, sickly guys with lesions and such. And then they started showing personal ads. After a few months, men were bolder and more x-rated with their posts. It was on one of the personal ads that I met 'BBPozLarry'. He lived a hundred miles from me and was a 'top gifter'. I didn't contact him, just looked at the photo of his big boner and read his words over -- and over again. Poz stud will impregnate you. 100% guaranteed results. I have a huge viral load and very high sperm count. Can host or travel for willing neg bottoms What would it hurt to just email him? No. I needed to figure out why I was so intrigued. Had I lost my mind? I needed to think. My college friend Darrel was coming to stay with me a couple of days because I'd arranged a job interview for him with my company. Darrel was a small, bookish guy who had a couple of classes with me over the years. He was scary smart and had a dark sense of humor. He's the one who introduced me to John Waters' movies. He'd recently gotten engaged to a girl who looked almost exactly like him. He arrived early on Saturday and it was so good to see him. "Hey Jonah! Thanks for letting me stay over." He dropped his duffel bag and surprised me with a hug. Weird. We'd never even high-fived before. "Were my directions good?" "Of course. Show me around." "Not much to show, pal. This is the living room/bedroom. The futon folds out. The kitchen and bathroom are off that way." "Hmm. It looks like Pee-Wee's Playhouse in here. It needs a woman's touch." He was right of course. This was obviously not where an adult lived. All I had were electronics, big inflatable dinosaurs and various weird stuff. "No offense. Look -- I am wiped-out from the long trip. Do you mind if I take a quick nap on your couch/futon thing? For, like, an hour?" "No, Go right ahead. I have some work to do on the computer. Need anything?" "Nope. I just..I'm so sleepy." He took off his shoes and was asleep almost immediately. I got online and went through my email. Junk, junk, pics of my sister's ugly kid...and something from an address I didn't recognize. The subject was just "Hi!" How are you, dear? You might know me as BBPozLarry. You've checked out my profile almost forty times and thought I'd contact you since you have not ever left a comment or emailed me. Are you scared, shy or confused? I can tell by the age you claim to be, that you're young and probably not experienced. Your stats are nice, but I need to see a face photo. No way! I was just now trying to figure out my motives...and had no digital photos of myself. Darrel was snoring away as I sat in frozen panic. OK. Deep breath. I wasn't aware that people could even see how many times someone had looked at their profile. So much for being invisible on the computer. I had to think now. The only pic of me (that I knew of) was my corporate pic on the company's website. Ir was taken on my first day when I was in a freakin' suit and tie. Could that work? My only option, I guess. I copied it and tried to edit with Windows. I cropped it so you could only see my face. I darkened it a little too so that it didn't look so industrial. Saved it and sent it in a reply to BBPozLarry: Hi. Thanks for the message. Here is my picture. Sorry for not contacting you sooner, but I'm new at everything. Jonah Done. Can't believe what I'd just done. Now I could take a breath and go back to life. But no. He replied right away. Good Boy! Your quick reply tells me a lot! You are so cute, but look like a teenager. Are you busy now? If not, go to my profile and click on the little blue word balloon. We can chat there. I'll be here for a little bit longer tonight. I have stuff to tell you. OK. My guest had been asleep for an hour now, but I had to do this. I found his profile and started a chat with this stranger with active AIDS cum. Hi. Larry? I had stopped breathing for several minutes. Wow. Are you always on the computer, Jonah? Just saying that you are responsive...which is good. What's up? I'm here with a guest sleeping on my couch. Guest or a date? No. He's a friend from school...very straight. I'm trying to help him land a job here in the city. That's nice of you. You seem like a good guy. I'm not a good guy, 'Good' is overrated. What is the stuff you needed to tell me?? You really want my gift, right? Still chasing? Yeah. I think I do. Think?? Well, think fast because the doctor wants me to start taking a new drug that might lower the amount of virus in my system. I wasn't going to take it, but I'm getting symptoms. It's been a great ride. It's a fun bug to get and a really fun bug to give -- but the fun ends when you're sick every day. So if you still want me to fuck you, we'll need to do it in the next thirty days. Take your time to make sure you still want this, but don't take too long. OK? OK. I will let you know soon. Can you send me another photo of you? I'll try. See you later? Yes. My guest is waking up. Gotta go. Darrel looked a little confused as he sat up. "What time is it?" "Almost five o'clock." "Damn! You shouldn't have let me sleep so long. I'm starving! Is it too early to go eat?" "Just a little, but we can go someplace. What are you in the mood for?" "Just something simple. Burgers?" "Perfect. There's a great bar and grill near work. I can show you the building and then have dinner." I really didn't want to drive just now because my mind was in a thousand places. But we went anyway and ate some great bar food. The place wasn't too crowded at this hour. I ordered a pitcher of beer. Darrel seemed shocked. "I've never seen you drink, Jonah!" "I normally don't, but I've got a lot on my mind." "Like what?" "Heavy stuff. Don't you ever wonder why you are the way you are? Why you do things, think things?" "All the time, buddy. My future wife is an amateur therapist and always to know what's going on in my head." "Okay. Did you ever wonder why certain things scare you?" "Well I'm afraid of getting cancer...I saw my grandpa waste away from lung cancer when I was little." "So let's say that you have that fear of cancer, and then one day you decide to start smoking and spending all day in the sun." "As if was self-destructive?" We had emptied the pitcher and I ordered another. "Yes! You think that's what it is?" "I guess. Another way to look at it would be as if I was daring this thing that had worried me so many years to a challenge.. Taking control." Wow. "That's it, Darrel! Well done!" "What? Why? What's in your head?" I needed to change the subject. "Oh, nothing. What are you gonna wear for the interview on Monday?" "Well...I brought some choices. You said 'dressy casual'. You have an iron, right?" "Yeah. I wore a suit at my interview and it looked odd because the managers were in jeans and t-shirts. One guy had on shorts and flip-flops." We discussed other topics and laughed through old memories...and drank more. Darryl is shorter than me and weighs a good twenty pounds less. The alcohol was hitting him pretty hard. I suggested we leave and get some air. It was a nice October night and the breeze smelled like pure oxygen. It revived him, but he was still very buzzed. He stopped to puke once. "Why aren't you drunk, Jonah?" "I guess I'm full of adrenaline right now." He seemed okay with that answer, and we went back to my apartment. I saw my sleeping computer in the corner, and it almost seemed to vibrate with something otherworldly. It was drawing me to it like a magnet. "Can you unfold your futon thing soon? You don't have to put sheets on or anything...I need to crash." "No. I'll make up the bed proper. Everything is washed and fresh. Need something? Aspirin? Or water?" "I guess....hold on. I need the bathroom real quick." I let him barf as I got everything ready. It was only 9:30, but the night had settled in. I lowered the lights and opened my computer screen. Ten new messages! Darrel wandered back into the room and got undressed without saying a word. He just went to sleep like I was hoping he would. I checked the email...junk, junk and then a long stream of messages from BBPoZLarry. 1. Hi Kid! I'm still trying to get you a photo. I'll be on the site to chat if you're home. 2. (picture of him in swim trunks on a beach somewhere) He was a big guy, a little plain maybe. Some body hair and a hefty build. 3. (picture of his face) It seemed like a Christmas photo taken by a relative. He was older than I expected, but still nice-looking. 4. (picture of his thick, soft dick that I'd already seen in his profile) 5. (indistinct porn-looking pic that seemed to be two guys fucking) 6. "Sorry that I can't get you more. I'm not that far away *hint, hint* 7. I guess you're still out with your guest. 8. I want to jack off so bad, but I'm saving the load for you. Hurry and make up your mind! So I did. I decided I wanted this to happen. It was the challenge I wanted. It couldn't happen now because I had company. I wanted him to fuck all my fears away right now, bui I'd wait and get no sleep for many nights, with a boner. I found his profile on the site and clicked the chat link so fast, I thought I'd broke my mouse. Larry? You still here? I just now got home. Hey! It's early for a Saturday night. Bad time or did you just want to rush home and talk to me? lol Not a bad time, really. I got him drunk and he's passed out now. I'm so glad to tell you that I want you to fuck me raw. I'm sure now. Yeah! I wanted to hear that. What made you decide? I want to conquer a fear I've had for so long...a fear of AIDS, sex and being gay. Good Boy! But there's a little more to it, you see? I'm still trying to figure it out. Letting a poz guy fuck you is a high...it's the ultimate sex act for a submissive man (which I think you are). If you allow me to cum inside you, you will remember it forever. Makes sense. I want to do this. When? Next weekend? Does that work for you? Perfect. I'm as viral as hell right now. Want to meet me here or where you are? I'll come to you. Just send me directions and I'll be there at whatever time works best for you. Early! I won't be jacking off and will need relief as soon as possible. Come Friday night if you can. Will do! I can't wait! Cool. I'll call you with directions if you give me your number. I did. I spent Sunday showing Darrel around the city. On Monday morning, I took him to work with me. The interview process was a grueling all-day event. You spent 45 minutes talking to eight different managers around the company. He was nervous, but I knew he'd do well. He was made for this place. Of course Darrel shined and got a job. He had sixty days to move and be ready to start. After he left, I just stayed home every evening. Larry called almost every night and we talked about our lives and histories. His voice was deep and somewhat 'rural'. So much went unspoken, though. We were both planning on the meet-up, but not really discussing anything. He did demand I not cum until Friday night. Friday was approaching fast. For lack of anything else to time, I got a haircut and picked out some new clothes. What in the world do you wear to go get pozzed? I was so antsy. By Friday night, I doubt I'd slept more than an hour at a time. I needed to chill. So bad. That Friday after work, I was a frazzled mess...all nerve endings. I kept having to remind myself why I was doing this. Why it mattered. I told Larry that I'd leave no later than 8 PM. It was 6:10 and I just had to go now. A hundred miles goes by fast when you are thinking of so much. I should have paid attention to every detail of the trip. But I was already in his town...his biggish small town. I messed up the directions a little and circled around until I found his little street. And the address. It was a tidy little ranch house with a nice-sized front yard that been raked recently. It suddenly occurred to me that Larry might be as nervous as I was. But how? He had all the ace cards. The sun was setting fast. What should I do? Wait? Honk? I was frozen. I sat in my car and tried to breathe. I thought about how easily I could just go back home just as the porch light went on. Big ol' Larry walked out on the porch, wearing only a white bathrobe. He was taller and heavier than I had thought. The light caught his bright grin. "Jonah? Wow...you're early. That's a good sign! I just got out of the shower." I suddenly felt very shy. "Yeah. I know. I didn't know how long the trip would take. If you need more time, I can stay in the car or drive around a little while." "What? Does that make any sense?? Get in here now!" I remembered grabbing my keys but not locking the door. I suppose I had "no protection" on my mind just then. I prayed my legs would work...that I wouldn't screw this up. His front room was neat and 'mature' -- not like the goofball kid place I lived in. It smelled like candles in there. "Nice place, Larry." "Thanks. Make yourself at home, Jonah. You look very nice tonight....I had a whole outfit ready too, but you got here so fast. Not complaining. Want some wine? I bought it special for us, for tonight." "Sure." "Great. Settle in on the couch and relax. Take your shoes off." He brought back two very full glasses of red wine which I never even tried before. It was a little sour, but smelled nice. "Thanks. I'm sorry again for getting here so early." "No. Don't apologize again. I told you already that your eagerness is pleasing to me. I'm eager too! Don't be mad, but I have to ask this: You ARE over 18, eight?" "Oh yeah. I turned 24 this past April." "Excellent. Want to watch TV? I don't have cable, but I've got some movies on tape." "Whatever you want." He pressed his remote and immediately some porn was on the screen. Gay porn. There were two guys sixty-nining each other on a gym mat. "This is old. The newer ones have condoms in them, and I'm not down with that." "Wow." It killed me that I didn't have more to say. Everything seemed to be in motion. Larry had opened his robe fully, and was stroking his large, pale boner. I had no idea it would look that big when erect. I could feel its heat, could almost hear his heart throb through the giant vein on top of the shaft. "You can look at if you want." Oh I did. I almost said 'wow' again. Think. "It's beautiful, Larry. All of you is." "Thanks, man. Want to touch it?" My hand was already reaching before he asked. I cupped his egg-sized right ball, remembering what he'd said about building up a big load for me. "Want to kiss it? I bet you do." He was right. I bent down and brushed my lips across the head of his aching dick. He pushed me away. "No more until you get naked." Some guy in the movie was just saying 'fuck' over and over again. I took off everything as instructed. I felt stupid, but I wanted to suck on that huge cock. Maybe he'd shoot that saved cum in my mouth.... "You follow directions very well, Jonah. Kiss it just a little more, but I'm already about to shoot. A few more times in your mouth and then we're going to the bedroom." OK. I savored those last couple of kisses to that enormous head. He made me stop and pulled me off the couch. "Let's get you what you need, Kid." His bedroom was dark and I just followed as his big hand grabbed my wrist and flopped me on the soft bed. "I'm going to turn the hall light on so I can see your face when I change you forever." "Yeah. Keep saying stuff like that...." "I'm a talker during sex. Get ready. Try to relax. I've got some cream that will numb your ass a little." "No. No drugs. I want to remember this...every sensation." "Typical virgin. You have no idea what you're in for. OK, but I use this as lube...so you'll get some effect from it. Trust me -- you'll be thankful for it." "Just keep talking...and I'll be fine." He pressed his massive body down on top of me, and put my ankles over his shoulders. I remembered his need and his virus. The tip of dick teased my ass hole. "I'm about to give you the best sex in your life....relax. I seldom start slow, but you're special. Here's just the head." I felt like a knife was slicing me open. Holy Hell! "No! Let's stop for now. Please!" "I'm going in until my balls touch your ass. Hold your breath. " He plunged in so fast that my breathing stopped. I yelled loudly. "The worst is over now. I've ripped you apart inside and my cum will directly into you bloody ass. Enjoy it as much as you can....try." I did. I'd gone to him willingly. The idea of him getting me pregnant was almost enough to help me fight this pain. His heavy balls slapped my bare butt...over and over. He held still for a second and grabbed my chin in his hand. "Yeah...you're loosening up for me, babe. You like it now?" My whole being was melting rapidly. "answer me!" "I love it. Seed me. Give me AIDS!" He grabbed my face with more force and started pumping with more intensity. "Not giving you AIDS, baby. Just the starter kit. Look at me! Look into my eyes!" His gaze was so intense as he made one final push. It had happened. His built-up sperm load was now a part of me now. Larry was breathing heavy and sweating. "We did it!!!" "Thank you. What time is it?" "Not even 10 yet. Why?" I needed time alone. I needed to be in my own bed and just not be here now. "You are great, Larry. I enjoyed tonight, but I should go. I have so much to do tomorrow." "That disappoints me, Jonah. I was hoping you'd stay the whole weekend. But okay. Let's go into the living room and you can put your clothes on. Can you walk?" I thought I probably could. The core of my being was shredded, but I'd survived. I felt weakened, and I knew there was blood and cum dripping down my legs. No problem...I'd just take a long, hot bath when I got home. Isn't it funny how a sex fantasy comes true and all you want is to be done with it? I'd call Larry tomorrow. I wanted to see him again. "Give me a second. I think I bled on your sheets." "I already knew that. Come out here...I need your help with something." Huh? I was no help to anyone right now. I walked into the front room and saw the naked big man standing over my discarded shoes and clothes. "I have a back spasm. Can you go to the kitchen and get me a glass of wine? That seems to help most times." "Sorry. I'll get it." I went to the kitchen and filled a glass with wine. Then I heard a sound that sounded like a wet slap. I walked in to see Larry pissing all over my clothes. WHAT?? What the hell?!!! "Oops. Your clothes are stinking and wet now. I'll try to laundry tomorrow. Guess you have to spend the night." His big limp dick let a few more drops fall as I stared in disbelief. I grinned at Larry and shrugged my shoulders. We did so much that weekend...things I'd only heard of. I was completed by this man. The man who gifted me.

As we were chauffeured through the city, Demitri and I made out on the leather seat in the back. As we kissed feverishly, he placed my hand on his crotch, and I felt for the first time his huge cock. It had to be close to twelve inches, and I had thought mine was so big at 9. He moaned as he whispered in my ear. "Feel that big cock, my pet. That is the cock which is going to give you your first gift of the night. A gift that you will give to many more in the future." I just stroked it through his trousers, completely under his spell. As we continued to make out, the limo pulled over and two men got in. One was dressed as Batman, the other one, the one that really caught my eye, was dressed in full Scottish regalia. He was a large man with longer, red hair, and green eyes with the same odd look as Demitri's. "That's Duncan." Demitri whispered in my ear. "He's part of my family. The other boy doesn't matter." I watched as Duncan lifted up his kilt, revealing another monster cock protruding from a nest of firey red hair. He just grabbed the kids head and forced him down on his cock and Demitri and I went back to kissing. After a while, the limo pulled over again, and another boy dressed in drag stumbled in, followed by another man dressed as a gladiator. He was a stunning man of obvious Italian decent, with a proud Roman nose, and the same eyes as Demitri and Duncan. "That's Silvio, and another treat for the evening." He said in my ear. I wondered what exactly he meant by "treat" but was instantly distracted by Demitri's finger in my ass again as he kissed me more. I was lost again in pleasure as he dug his sharp nails deep into my ready hole. Eventually we pulled up to a really nice hotel, and in a matter of minutes, we were in a very fancy suite. I had never seen anything so nice in person, only in movies. Once the door was closed, Demitri tossed me easily on the bed, and started removing his jacket. Where the others went, I didn't notice, or even care. I only had eyes for the man who had me under his spell. "Take off your clothes." He instructed as he removed his shirt. I didn't even hesitate as I stared at his magnificent hairy chest, his well defined pecs and eight pack abs that had a marvelous dark trail of hair disappearing into his pants. I was naked in no time, oblivious to the others in the room, displaying myself on the bed for Demitri. He smiled in approval. "So beautiful, my boy. You will make a wonderful addition to my family." I beamed in satisfaction at his praise. He dropped his pants and underwear, letting me see his mighty cock in person for the first time. It stood up proud, fully hard, and was as translucent as the rest of him. The veins bulged and pulsed with a life of their own. "Yes my pet." He said, looking down on me. "Admire my cock. This cock will give you your first gift. Do you want it? Tell me you do boy." "Yes." I whispered, as if in a trance. "I want it." Demitri smiled and lowered himself on top of me, kissing me deep, his cold body covering mine. "You will get it boy. You will join my family tonight." He fingered my asshole again, digging in harder than before. I whimpered as I felt his nails tear at the delicate membranes, scraping and twisting. Eventually he raised his hand and showed me three bloody fingers. The red shockingly bright against his white skin. He just stared into my eyes as he licked them clean. Then, without a word, he spread my legs and climbed between them, placing the tip of his uncircumcised cock at my opening. Without looking away, he started pushing his cock into my already bleeding hole. He pushed without stopping, stretching me wide open, further tearing my anal walls apart. Tears welled in my eyes as pain ripped through my body, but I didn't tell him to stop. He pushed until I could feel his pubic hair rub my outer ring. When he was all the way in, he just said, "Good boy, that's my pet. The worst is over. Your new life is beginning." Then he started kissing me as he pulled his cock out to the tip, then pushed it back in with more force. I moaned as he buried himself in me as deep as he could, kissing me deep. As he methodically slid his huge cock in and out of me, he broke the kiss. "I'm close my pet." He whispered. "After I cum, you will be filled with poison. But you will never die. That is my second gift for you. You will live on as part of my family to share this gift with others forever. You will gift many, many more. Tell me you want it." "I do." I moaned. "Give it to me, I want to belong to you forever!" As I finished those words, Demitri slammed his cock hard into me as he sunk his teeth into my neck. I cried out in ecstasy as he pounded my hole and sucked my nourishing blood out of me. I was spinning as my ears started pounding and my cries of pleasure echoed in my skull. Demitri squeezed me tight as he buried himself as deep as he could and went ridged as he started filling me with his precious seed. My arms and legs held tight to him as I felt the coldness of his cum shooting into my guts and he sucked harder on my neck. I screamed as my own orgasm shot out of me, coating our stomachs with a copious load of hot, wet, cum. He forced his mouth off my neck as he gasped in ecstasy, collapsing on top of me. We rested for a minute before he finally pulled out of me, rolling over. I was weak and could barely move from loss of blood. Duncan appeared, as if out of nowhere, blood running down his chin. He approached the bed as Demitri got off. He just grabbed my ankles and spread them apart, slamming his throbbing cock into me in one thrust. I was so weak, I could barely feel it, but I still moaned. As he pounded me, Demitri grabbed my head, turning it toward him. Taking one of his sharp nails, he sliced the head of his cock, opening a wound, and placed it in my mouth. Without needing instruction, I started nursing on it, already hunkering for blood myself. Demitri moaned as I sucked his bleeding dick while Duncan fucked me hard. Very soon I started feeling strength return. The more I sucked, the stronger I felt. Soon I was feeling almost as strong as before. Demitri pulled his cock out as Duncan unloaded another load of icy poison deep in my guts. As he pulled out, I saw Silvio approach dragging two unconscious bodies with him. Tossing them on the couch, he grabbed me and pulled me onto my hands and knees. As I watched Demitri grab the one dressed as Batman, Silvio slammed his cock into me in one hard thrust. His cock was fatter than Demitri's, and I howled in agony as I felt my ads ripped open more. Demitri fed on the young man as he watched Silvio fuck me as hard as he could. After he was finished with Batman, he grabbed the drag queen, and dragged the body over to me. He sliced open a wrist and offered it to me. I sucked on it while Demitri sucked on his neck. I could feel the life flowing out of him and into me as Silvio grabbed my hips and filled me with a third cold, poisonous load. After my first three breedings, the men left me on the bed as they took care of the bodies. Then we spent the rest of the night depositing more dirty cum into me and sharing blood until almost sunrise. Silvio and Duncan raised one bed to reveal their resting place, and Demitri raised the other one, pulling me in with him. As we enclosed ourselves in the safety of the darkness, he whispered to me, "Welcome to the family, my beautiful pet." I officially died in his arms, ready to start my new life tomorrow.

Charlie & Peter (part 1) Jamie was a little surprised when he answered the door and saw his brother Charlie and his brother's friend Peter standing there with duffle bags in hand. Jamie quickly learned that their father found Charlie & Peter in bed together 69'ing in Charlie's bed. And just as their father did to Jamie when he came out, he kicked Charlie out on the street. Charlie packed his things and as he walked over to Peter's house to find him packed up and kicked out by his parents as well. The two high school seniors made a quick walk to the closest ATM and withdrew as much cash as they could before their parents could freeze their back accounts. They tried to make calls from their cell phones only to find their service were blocked. Charlie came up with a plan, to get out of their little Texas town and here they are in Tempe, Arizona at Jamie's door. After Jamie, and his roommate Miguel, welcomed then inside and heard their story Miguel began to think of how he could use these two young studs. It was only a year ago that Jamie meet Miguel and feel under his spell, was introduced to partying and willingly was pozzed by his more superior and dominating partner Miguel. Miguel stood 6' 4" with a muscular build, dark hair & eyes which were a stark contrast to Jamie's 5' 9", slim, runners build with his bond hair and blue eyes. Charlie looked a lot like his older brother while Peter was slight taller with brown hair, green eyes and a nice summer's build. Miguel excused himself and asked Jamie to join him in their bedroom leaving the two teens in the living room. Miguel shared his thoughts about using the teens as delivery boys. Jamie knew he had no choice in the matter as he watch Miguel get out a couple meth pipes and made sure both had an ample supply in the bowl. When they returned to the living room Miguel laid out the ground rules if the two teens were going to keep living their. Number one they had to do exactly as they were told, no questions asked. Number two they were going to go to work for them making deliverIes and running errands. And number three they were to start smoking with them and let things happen add they may. Miguel and Jamie light a could touches and were heating the pipes keying tnt smoke build in the bowl before slowly sucking in the white smoke before blowing it out. Miguel then instruct the teens to take the pipes and do as they had just done. Peter was the first to grab a pipe as Miguel light a touch and heated the bowl. Charlie was a little hesitant but slowly followed his friend lead as his brother headed the bowl. Peter was already sucking in the white magic while Charlie was right behind him in sucking in his own pipe. Miguel had them hit the pipe half a dozen times till he knew they were good and high. Miguel signaled Jamie to make his nice as he moved in to kiss his own brother. Miguel moved in and quickly got Peter sucking on his 8" uncut cock. The teens were to high to know what they were in for until Miguel Suggested that they move this to the bedroom. Once in the big king size bed there was enough room to allow each couple to being to move things along. Miguel watched lot of the corner of his eye as Jamie began to chow down on his brother's neg ass. Miguel already had a lounged finger inside Peter's ass and was ready to start adding some nice shards of Tina. Jamie knew he had to follow Miguel's leed and began to work some Tina into his brother's ass. Both boys complained of the burn only to be quieted by a deep kiss. As the teens were being kissed each was slowly being impaled on a raw cock. Peter was pinned to his back as Miguel's 8"chock was slowly driven inside balls deep. Jamie began to penetrate his younger brother with his own 7"cut cock as Charlie began to moan on pleasure. Soon enough both teens were being fucked slowly by each poz cock inside each of their neg holes. As the fucking progressed the teens had no clue as to the nature of the fuck since this was their first fuck. Each teen was willing enjoying their fuck. Miguel had the ability to cum while non-stop fucking. So after his first load inside Peter's neg ass he grabbed his bottom's hand, guiding it down so that Peter could feel his raw cock sliding in and out of his hole. Miguel then began fucking Peter a little harder delivering a second load while Jamie deposited his first load inside his brother. Miguel quickly pulled out of Peter abd pushed Jamie aside sup that he could now fuck Charlie while Peter was feeling very empty needing anger cock inside him. He pulled Peter over and pushed Peter's head into his crotch so that he could suck his cock clean and get it hard again. Miguel showed no mercy as he hammered away making sure he deposited a couple loads. Like he did with Peter, Miguel pulled Charlie's hand to let him feel his hard, raw cock fucking away at his ass. Charlie was shocked and worried about being fucked raw unlike Peter who accepted the raw cock fucking away inside him.

When I was in college I worked on campus in the shipping and receiving dept. The full time employees there were all middle aged str8 guys. They suspected I was gay and gave me a lot of ribbing about it. But two of the guys would kind of tone down the ribbing in exchange for me sucking and bottoming for them. During the lunch hour when the boss was always out of the building these two guys would make me suck, rim and bottom for them. It was always raw. One was a tall, muscular, buff, Hawaiian guy. He had a huge, thick, uncut cock. Would really pound me deep. He'd call me "Mahu". A Hawaiian term for gay. Or a person that embodies both masculine or feminine spirits. The Hawaiian guy could fuck for 20 or 30 minutes before cumming in me. The other guy was just a rough, redneck, bully type of guy. His dick wasn't very big. But he'd pound me hard and would cum very quickly. The redneck guy usually fucked me first. Then the Hawaiian guy would have an already cum lubed hole to pound until lunch hour was over.

Haven't had a lot to write about.....until yesterday.... Started off when I got home from work yesterday morning. Work overnights so it was fairly early. I opened grindr, don't know why, and I saw there was a message sent yesterday. New profile, pic of a nice torso, take a look and it says that he lives in my building, fucked me before and wanted to do it again soon. I messaged him back, he was on, and we talked about meeting up. I didn't want to ask which guy it was in my building, after all don't want them to think I'm a slut or something, and had to guess between two BBC neighbors, one who wants condoms one who doesn't. He says he wants me ass up waiting for his load so I oblige. When he cums into my place, SCORE, it's the guy that wants bare. He is a hot bodybuilder type, easily 6' 250# minimum. He wants me to suck him first, I turn to his cock, all soft and doesn't look like much, and start sucking. He starts growing, and growing and soon is a nice 7.5-8" cut cock that I can't reach my fingers around. I rub some spit in my ass, turn around, take a hit of poppers, and he pushes into me! HEAVEN!! A few minutes later, after a nice rough pounding, and I'm off to bed with his babies in my ass. The night before this had happened I'd been chatting with a guy with a nice looking cock on adam. Profile says nothing about condom/bare, looks like on PrEP and he is fucking HOT. We talked about getting together on the following afternoon (now the day of). I messaged him while I'm laying in bed, freshly bred, to see if he wants to cum still. He tells me yes. I let him know when I'm getting up and take a little nap. When I get up we do some back and forth and I think its going to fall through. He shows up a little later than planned, but boy was it worth the wait. This guy is a 20something guy, we start making out when he comes in, I feel his rock hard cock through his pants and realize he showed up that way. I drop to my knees and a nice BBC pops out of his jeans. Longer than my neighbor earlier, not quite as thick but a pretty damned big tubesteak overall. He sits down and I continue to worship him. I show him my ass and tease my hole by leaning back against his cockhead. After a little bit of this and sucking he tells me he needs to fuck me. I climb on top of him and sit bare, spit only, all the way to the base, and get back up. Do this a couple times and he's loving it. He warns me he doesn't want to cum fast, and we move to the bedroom to give him a break. I didn't realize, but I had some condoms sitting out on my nightstand. He sees these and says something about needing to put one on. FUCK NO! He puts it on. Damn, this wasn't what I wanted, and my fault for not bringing it up. I want his cock regardless, and I pull out the elbow grease for lubing. I really can't take a condom without real lube so I lube up and he pushes in. He's a damned good fuck. In spite of the condom its pretty good. Start doggie, then he pulls out fips me on my back so he can see me when he pushes in again. We're having a good time, he increases his thrusting, and says something about not wanting to cum yet. As he says this he pulls out, looks at his cock and says "shit the condom broke"....says he's gonna cum and just shoves his dick back in my raw hole and starts screaming in ecstacy! Damn! I hadn't planned on this at all, I forgot the condoms, they were regular condoms, not prepared or tampered with, and I have to say it was hot. He gets apologetic about cumming in my hole. I tell him I thought it was hot. Not even a minute after he shoots he pulls another condom on and fucks me another 20 minutes. I tried to get the second one off, but he kept fighting me. The rubber was so close to breaking when he shot his next load. You could see it was breaking down from the elbow grease. After we're done fucking, he again apologizes and I tell him I thought it was HOT! Before he leaves we talk about getting together Thursday. Hopefully that will go better, he did use my last two condoms after all

So it was my birthday, recently, and a very bad day at that. I wasn’t prepared for work, I had an extended work day, wasn’t going to have dinner with anyone since I don’t know anybody in the area well enough, and I had recently broken up with my boyfriend of 9 years. To top it off, as we’re trying to salvage the friendship, conversation with him the day before had just added to the pain since he had found someone new to replace me. Pretty quickly, too, I might add. My bbc friend from the gym had bailed on me the night before, since he had a work assignment come up unexpectedly and wasn’t getting home till late. So the talk was of getting together on my actual birthday after the evening was pretty much over. So to burn off stress from a shitty day and to get back into the routine after recovering from a cold, I went to the gym and burned some good calories in Spin class. I get a text from my buddy right after asking if I was coming over because it was getting late and he was a little tired. Fuck that, I rushed home and did a rush job of cleaning my ass. Fortunately, all I had to eat that day was a couple of big protein bars and some fiber gummy squares so clean up was a cinch. (If you’re a bottom and you’re not doing fiber, you're missing out, it makes things so much easier!) Got another text as I’m cleaning saying maybe we should wait till another day since it’s getting late. I don’t respond, just get done and shoot him a message saying I started cleaning and I’m on my way. I stop checking messages at that point, finish cleaning and drive over. Forthe lives about 10-15 minutes away. The door is open and I go in. He’s already naked, always walks around naked, and I share my day with him and he shares a glass of wine with me. New cock ring on him, thick metal with small metal studs around it. Looks sexy. Nice design. We catch up then get to the bed. I get on all 4s and he proceeds to deep tongue fuck me. He really is great at eating ass. After about 5 solid minutes of expertly eating me out and spitting into my hole (he’s bisexual so he puts some vagina eating skills into it) he grabs the silicone lube and puts some on his 6 inch thick 9 inch long dick. I reach back and point to my hole- “in here, too, please!” I whisper. (Thin walls, noisy neighbors- he gets insecure about neighbors finding out and I don’t want to ruin a good thing.) He proceeds to give me a solid pounding in various positions, with various pauses, popper bottles everywhere on the bed, more pauses, never really pulls out, at one point, he tells me he’s cum twice. He pulls out to look at his handiwork. I whisper, “is it messy?” He’s like, “very.” I’m happy. We continue fucking. No kissing. Just straight fucking. (Kissing/making out happens before and after, but sex is reserved for just dick in ass action.) This black muscular 6’4” dream of a man continues fucking, wearing my ass out. Not sure how much longer I can take but the poppers are good and definitely helping me, and helping him have better (albeit silent) orgasms. I can reasonably guess when he’s cum because it’s a lot and the fucking gets slippery. His grand finale, I can tell he’s getting close (luckily, since my hole is so sore at this point) he pulls out, rests the tip of his dick against my anus and lets out a thick hot gob of cum on my hole, then proceeds to push it in along with the rest. He continues shuddering for about 30seconds- his orgasms, yeah, plural, are extended and copious with each one that follows, rather than shooting less and less with each one. He pulls out, looks at my sloppy slightly gaping ass and wipes his dick and my ass clean. Of course, the whole time, he’s been fucking the zone so I’ve been slowly cumming throughout the whole time. We look at the clock, about an hour and a half of solid marathon fucking. I get dressed and leave, ass sore as hell. Not a lot more silicone lube during the fucking, just his cum. We kiss and hug a little more before I leave so we can rest for worn the next day. I get home and I need to sit at the toilet. Only thing that comes out is his globs of cum. Sore and happy. Tinge of pink on the toilet paper after literally being fucked raw. As much as I’ve been cruising the sex sites, I know I am going to try and be faithful to him and not fuck up a good thing. Birthday is good after all.

(part 3) Charlie and Peter were ready to crash after their first night of partying I Tina. They were able to get about 6 hours if sleep before they woke up together in bed. Since Miguel and Jaime were working on last minute party plans the teens Miguel allowed them to user their master bedroom. It was easy for Miguel to arrange the weekend party. He had his usual supplies for the weekend and placed a couple calls to get stone extra T, G and X. Miguel had held these parties before. He only invites select individuals who he knows. Those that attend pay a simple entrance fee and the party favors are included. Miguel had bought the old house that he used for theses parties. It was a simple 3 bedroom with pool in back. Parties like this were not a money maker for Miguel. He looked at out as good customer relations. His profit margin fir this party was far below what he typically makes over a decent weekend in sales, but wartime has a good time and what he loses in sales for this one weekend he'll makes up for in sales the following weekend. And with Charlie and Peter to help with sales, Miguel figures he can pick up some extra cash pimping their asses out to their clients. It was late afternoon when the teens woke up. They laid in bed and talked about last nights events. Charles was still a little freaked about the drugs and the raw sex. Peter seemed top accept what had happened and actually was turned on over the entire situation. Peter doc his best to calm Charlie down and to accept their fate. Peter held Charlie in his arms as they talked an d it seemed top calm him down. As the teens were laying I bed talking Miguel came in telling then to get up and eat a good meal before they were to leave for the party. Charlie & Peter fixed a good meal as they continued to get used to the idea of thirty new life. Both boys knew that if they had not taken the bus to Phoenix they'd be homeless and outed I their own home town. After the boys were done eating Jamie took them into the bathroom where they were told to shave down for the party. Both boys recall that Jamie was rather smooth with trimmed body hair. The teens weren't that hairy to begin with do it was easy for them to trim and shave Edgar they needed to in order to be ready for the upcoming event. Once they were ready the four of them headed out to the house. They had to make a stop I the way to pick up the extra supplies. When they arrived at the house Jamie showed the two teens around and then had then help set up the slings while Miguel fixed the supplies that the newbies would use over the weekend. It didn't take long for guests to start to arrive. The newbies were allowed to mingle with the guests until enough had arrived to get things started. Jamie told the boys to strip and climb into the slings in the living room. Peter quickly tossed his shirt and jeans aside and eagerly climbed into one of the slings. Charlie followed his friend and tossed his clothes side joining his friend in the sling near his. Miguel came into the room with the supplies that would keep the newbies flying am weekend long. Miguel told Jamie that the points were numbered and that the newbIes would get slams at designated times. This reminded Jamie of the weekend that Miguel introduced him to slamming. It was also when Jamie was pozzed and he knew the fate his brother and Peter were about to experience. Jamie had no regrets over those actions, he just wasn't sure that it was the right thing for his brother. As the newbies relaxed in the slings Miguel explained to them how the next few days were going to go. He first explained that they would be getting slams if Tina at regular intervals. They were free to get out of the sling if they needed a break, but that they weren't to be to far from him or Jamie. Miguel would administer Peter's first slam while Jamie would give Charlie his first slam. Miguel explained to the teens what to expect as they experienced their first slam. Jamie told Charlie to relax and that he was going to enjoy himself over the next few days as he applied a tourniquet to his left bicep while Miguel fix the same to Peter. Both Charlie and Peter watched as their arm was wiped with alcohol and then the point was stuck into a nice vein. After registering a flash of blood to masks sure the needle was in a vein the contents were emptied into each teen. The tourniquets were pulled off and burn boys coughed out as the drug worked into their bodies. Any fear Charlie had quickly disappear as he rode the strong rush he was experiencing. Both boys looked at each other and smiled as they were experiencing their first slam. The only only words spoken were from Peter who simply said 'FUCK YEAH!', and Charlie added 'OH YEAH'. The guests quickly gathered around the two teens as they were cock hungry ready to be fucked. It didn't take long for the fucking to begin. Both Charlie and Peter were definitely into this scene which pleased Jamie. One by one each guest fucked and seeded each teen. At precise times they were each given another slam to keep the high. when the boys were also provided water and G laced juice and Gatorade to keep them hydrated, energized and horny. When things slowed down the boys were taken out of the sling and out to the pool to get refreshed. While in the pool the two boys compared their night so far. Charlie admitted that he was nervous at the begging but after the first slam he was really into everything. Peter admitted that he was loving the drugs and he could definitely get used to this lifestyle. The rest of the weekend progressed the same. Both boys were fucked by almost every guy who came to the party. The few who didn't fuck the two teens were total bottoms that attended the party. When Sunday afternoon came both boys were ready to crash. After being awake for three straight days they were ready to crash.

(part 2) As the sun peaked through the windows as Friday dawned upon the bedroom, Charlie and Peter were sucking each other's cocks as Miguel fucked Jamie reminding him who is in charge in the relationship. Charlie and Peter were ready to crash as Miguel deposited a load inside Jamie's well used ass. Miguel left the the naked boys in bed to make arrangements for the newbies welcome into his business and family that he had always wanted. Jamie knew better then to follow him but Miguel came back to the door and motioned for him to come to the living room. Charlie and Peter had a brief discussion as they passed out about the fuck they had received. Both were not sure what to make of the raw fucking they dad received. They nth knew from health class that v they should use condoms fir fucking to prevent HIV but Peter find the raw fuck exiting where Charlie was scared. Peter told him that he shouldn't worry, at least not anymore. If Miguel and Jamie are HIV+ it's too late, they will be HIV+ soon as well. Peter's cock became very hard and he couldn't resist fucking Charlie in his state of mind. Peter climbed on Charlie's back, pinned his varms to the bed and forced himself between his legs and as he forced his hard cock inside his friend ass he whispered to him how much me had been wanting to fuck his sweet ass. Miguel explained to Jamie his plans for the evening. A party at the house with all welcomed to come fuck the newbies and seed their neg asses while they are tweaked out on nice slams am weekend long. Jamie want all the Ken in the idea until Miguel reminded him of his own welcome over a year ago, right before he told his old man he was gay. Jamie's chick began to thicken a little as Miguel noticed and said (while stroking his growing member) that he knew Jamie would be 'UP' for it. During the planning they heard Charlie's whimpers. They looked into the bedroom to see Peter fucking Charlie. Miguel commented that it looks like Charlie was going to be like his older brother, a submissive bottom. Miguel was already figuring that he'd have to effectual out later I his place one rung below his own boy Jamie. This weekend (and weekend to come) should do the trick. If not he'd lend him to his friend for a few days. Miguel cock grew stiff as he watched Peter fuck Charlie and left Jamie to carry out his instructions for that night's festivities as he went back into the bedroom and mounted Peter's ass as he was fucking Charlie. Miguel grabbed Peter's hips and rammed ask 8"if his cock in balls deep forcing Peter to collapse on top of Charlie as he pounded home his dominance into Peter's hole. He reminded both boys that they were to do as they were told or they'd be out on the street. Peter began to enjoy the fucking he was getting and tried to move a little inside Charlie's home as Miguel wasted no time and seeded the twink. He then instructed Peter to pound as hard as he could into Charlie and cum inside him. Peter wasted no time and after having Miguel fucking him came quickly. After which gee told Charlie's to clean Peter's cock off. Charlie was a little hesitant about doing this but knew he had to comply as he saw the look I'm Miguel's eyes. After Peter's cock was cleaned he told Peter he was to suck a load out of Charlie and swallow it before they were allowed to get some rest that they would need since they were going to a party this weekend. Not really knowing what he really meant about the okay, Peter began to longingly suck Charlie's cock. When Charlie finally came it was a big load to that Peter did his best to swallow down. It wasn't the fist load he had eaten (and it wasn't going to be his last).

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. “

It was Halloween night. I had decided to go out by myself that night instead of going to a house party with my friends. I had not only recently turned 21 and could get into the clubs, but I had also finally accepted the fact that I was gay. My friends didn't know yet, but I had gone out a few times to the clubs and hooked up with some hot guys. I knew tonight was the gay high holiday, and didn't want to miss out on the possibilities. I chose a simple, but effective costume for the evening, which was basically my track outfit. I was a decathelete, and knew my body would be displayed perfectly. I just wore my track shoes with ankle socks, a jockstrap, nylon running shorts that almost showed off the bottom of my bubble butt, and a nylon tank top. I even fashioned an Olympic style gold medal to top it off. I admired my lean but muscular body in the mirror as I made sure my curley blond hair was adequately tamed, then grabbed my money and id, and was out the door. I had been at the club for a couple of hours, dancing up a storm, grinding against other hot guys on the floor, generally working up a sweat. After a while I decided to take a break and headed to the room off the dance floor with booths and tables. At the back bar I got the Halloween special, a Bloody Mary, and slid my sweaty body into a dark booth in the corner to chill. I still had all night to find a hot fuck, so I wanted to relax a bit with my drink and a glass of water. I was probably there about 5 minutes when I felt a slightly cold breeze brush past me. I looked up and saw him for the first time. He was probably about 30, tall, with dark, almost black hair, made all the blacker next to his alabaster white skin. Skin so white, it was almost translucent. I swear I could see the veins prominently beneath, almost pulsing with a life of their own. He was dressed in black slacks, a dark purple velvet suit jacket, and a white shirt opened halfway down his chest, slightly showing off his firm pecs lightly covered in dark fur. He wasn't the usual young jock type that I go for, but I found myself instantly, unexplainably, mesmerized by him. It barely registered in my head when he asked if he could join me. I just nodded and muttered a barely audible "sure" as he glided next to me. As he seemed to float into the booth beside me, I felt chills as his eyes, eyes that were so blue, eyes that seemed to appear full of life, yet dead at the same time, looked straight into mine, only deeper, right into my soul. I couldn't look away, as if I was trapped, and I sipped my drink as he continued to stare deep into me. After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke again. "Hello Lucas," he said, extending his hand to me. "I am Demitri." It didn't even register in my mind that I had never told him my name as I took his hand in mine. His flesh was cool to the touch, but I just thought I was hot from dancing. His grasp was firm and I swear I felt a jolt of electricity pass through me. He held my hand tight for a moment before the spell finally broke and he pulled it away. It was then that I finally looked away and down, noticing his slender fingers with long, perfectly manicured nails that looked like glass, each of them filed to a perfect point. "How is your evening going on this special night?" "Uh, fine, fine." I laughed, coming back to my senses, thinking he must think of me as quite stupid. "Uh, your accent. It's different." "You caught me, I'm Russian. Can I buy you another drink? Yours is gone." "Uh, sure." I replied, not even realizing my glass was empty. Demitri simply rose up and seemed to glide over to the bar. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, and he was back beside me in no time. As he gave me my drink, I noticed he didn't have one. "You don't drink?" I asked. "No." He replied. "At least not alcohol." His voice was hypnotic. He just watched me as I sipped my drink. I babbled some small talk, telling him meaningless things. He just smiled at me, as if he knew everything about me already. Smiled with lips so red, almost like blood. After I finished my drink, he took the glass from my hand and placed it on the table. Without a word, he leaned into me and placed his lips against mine. Again, so cold, yet so electric. I found myself melting into him as his tongue entered my mouth, and his cold hand stroked my bare thigh. I shivered as he ran his nails on my inner thigh, up to my crotch, stopping just before touching my raging hardon. I involuntarily moaned as he removed his hand and pulled his lips away. I was breathing hard as I opened my eyes to see him inches from my face, his blue eyes staring deeply into my brown ones as he stroked my face. "You are so beautiful, my boy." He purred. "Tonight is a special night for you. I chose you. Tonight is your birthday." I just stared back at him silently. He started to kiss me again, slowly moving his cold, red lips across my cheeks to my neck as his fingers inched under my shorts. I could feel him brushing his sharp nails outside my butthole as he kissed my neck. I moaned and spread my legs apart, giving him more access to my hungry hole. This was the invitation he was waiting for as he slid his finger in my anus and I felt his sharp teeth puncture my neck. Instead of pain, I felt ecstasy as I gasped in pleasure, spreading my legs further apart and holding his head tight against me. He inserted two fingers into me, digging and clawing as he sucked on my neck. My throbbing boner ground into my jockstrap as I soaked it in precum, moaning like a bitch in heat. After a minute, Demitri pulled his mouth off my neck, licking it with his tongue as he pulled his fingers out of my hungry ass. As I floated back down, he sat upright, and I could see a trickle of blood run down the side of his mouth. He raised his fingers and I could see blood on them as well. With a look of pleasure, he licked his fingers clean, and wiped off his mouth. Standing up, he extended his hand to me and said, "Come with me." That's all he had to say. I stood up as if in a trance, and took his hand as he led me out of the club to a waiting limosine. "Say goodbye to your old life, Lucas, and hello to your new reality." He said as he guided me into the limo, and we were escorted away.

This was when I first embraced being a bareback bottom. I would go to the Club Z in Seattle weekly. I was in my late 20's and looked like, well, to be honest I looked like sexy Jesus. People often remarked on my looks that way. I had long dark hair sometimes a trim beard, slim body, tall (6'2") with a pleasing dusting of chest hair. When I would walk up the stairs at the club in a towel I would see my reflection in the long mirror at the top of the stairs, gay Jesus coming to fuck away all your sins. On your knees and pray or suck the cock in front of you. Sometimes seeing my image like that I would feel sexy. It gave me the confidence to offer my body to the men at the club that day. I was not everybody's type but more than enough men wanted me and I liked that feeling. No, I loved it and I loved making them feel good. The smile a man gives you as he fucks you when he is really into you is such a mind trip. Many of my fucks start out completely anonymous but some end up as a face to face encounter that can be every bit as satisfying as the faceless, nameless fucks that leave you loaded and dripping with cum. I was feeling great, good hair day (long hair can be such a pain), no zits, horny as 15 year old boy with a stolen Playgirl hidden under his hoodie. I checked in and discovered I was in my favorite room, number 211. Yeah, I went there so often I had a favorite room. You will find out why in a minute. Going into my room and shutting the door is one of my favorite parts of my time at a bathhouse. I get to shut away the world. I have my tiny haven away from all the troubles and trauma of the outside world. Here I can be myself among men who are like me, won't judge me for who and what I am. The anticipation of what is beyond the door or what will come through it excites me. My cock begins to harden. Who knows, it might be a dead night and I will end up jerking off in the porn room or I might take load after load from raw cock all night. Usually it is something in between the two. I am prepared. I had already done a thorough cleaning out so deep I will be able to fuck for several hours without a whisper of taint. I get out my supplies: lube (two kinds), poppers, cock ring and a bottle of rum. Rum first to heat me up, loosen my muscles give me a bit of a buzz. Booze makes me hornier. I take my time putting on my ring and lubing up my hole. I am not a natural born bottom. I have learned to take cock like a trooper but I need plenty of lube and a top who takes a few seconds to enter my ass. First I apply a small amount of Vaseline and then plenty of Elbow Grease. Isn't that a great name. I even take a tiny huff of poppers. That really makes my cock take notice. I love poppers more than I can express. Sigh. The new poppers today are shit. R.I.P. poppers high. I want to get to the fucking but for some reason I decide to make a tour, see what is happening, who is there. Its early and not terribly busy. That is okay I only need one cock for now. Later I will want one in each hole. Making my way back to my room I remember the man who passed me on the stairs after I checked in. He me 'gives me 'that look'. You know what I am talking about. The look that says, "I am interested, wanna find out what my cock tastes like." I can be very shy at times like this. I don't ignore him and I don't encourage him either. I don't know how to handle situations like that, at least not sober with my clothes on. Back in my room I dim the lights and toss the towel up near the head so I can bury my face in it once I open the door. I use the pillow like a wedge under my hips to elevate my ass and make it obvious I am offering my hole up for fucking. Burying my face in the towel, clutching the little brown bottle of heaven I slowly grind my cock into the pillow trying to be inviting and seductive. It is a weird and self-conscious position to be in. Offering your body to anyone with a hard-on seems to me to be pathetic, heroic, humiliating, dangerous, adventurous and somewhat arrogant. Who am I to think Joe Schmoe is going to want to stick his dick into my body? Do I think I am so hot that I can just put myself out there like that and expect to get fucked? Mostly I feel embarrassed because I don't feel worthy of the cock I crave. I feel like I don't deserve to get fucked exactly for the reason I want to get fucked, because I am total cum hungry cock whore. A cum dump who will let anybody fuck him. It also makes me feel soooo horny and sleazy but in a good way. The anticipation of this situation can be excruciating and thrilling. The wait is mind blowing. Your ears become attuned to every noise. It drives me crazy when a noisy neighbor arrives, some twink with a friend who makes ten trips back and forth from his room each time passing the open door framing my lubed up ass, an obvious invitation to be used by any Tom, Dick or Harry. Why do I care what he thinks. I don't care about him, unless he stops by to drop a load. I like this room because it is close to a hallway but not in plain view of a passerby. To see into my room you have to be looking, you have to be on the prowl for cock or ass. As I wait I listen and imagine. I listen for the tell-tale creak of a floor board. This room has a loose board at the threshold so if you step close or just inside the room I will hear that faint creak. It is a squeak that sends chills down my spine and makes my nuts churn. It might only be a gawker, which is fine but frustrating but then again I might feel a hand on my ankle. Of course I never know what to expect. My favorite are the men who get right down to business, the ones who upon discovering my lubed up hole mount up and begin fucking. I hate being fingered. It makes me tense up but I will endure it for a minute if I think it turns my top on and get him hard enough to want to fuck me. I enjoy being rimmed but a devoted rimmer will ream all the lube out of me. Not such a big deal, especially in my room where it is close at hand but its still a delay in what I really want, raw cock unloading in my eager hole. This night I do not have to wait long. There is the creak and then nothing. Silence, no touching but I am sure he is still there. I can sense him watching me. I continue to grind my hips. Slowly I reach down and push my hard cock into view between my legs and to the side of my balls. I have big balls. Its no boast just passing on what men have told me over the years. Still nothing. I wait...and wait. Finally it comes. A hand slides up my calf and grazes my ass to the small of my back. He caresses me for a while. He is enjoying the feel of me, the sight of my prone and naked body offered up for his use. I shiver. The club is cool tonight and I am going mad with anticipation of what this man might do to me. The mystery ends when he straddles my ass and pushes his cock into me. Just like that I am getting fucked and I could not be happier. My anonymous top stretches out on top of me and I luxuriate in the feel of his skin and the pressure of his weight on me. I want him to fill me and fuck me and crush me to the mattress with the exertion of his thrusts. I want to be drenched in his sweat and I want him to take ownership of me by breeding my ass with his DNA. I use the poppers liberally and so does he after I hold them out to him. My eyes are still closed. All I know of the man is from sound, smell and feel. He feels awesome. He has a Goldilocks cock, not too big, not too small.....just right. High on lust and poppers I am in love with this man who is giving me the gift of his body, the joy of his manhood and I know in my heart his seed. He will breed me when he is done taking his pleasure. Eventually he flips me. At this point is seems ridiculous to keep my eyes close. I open the and see the man from the stairs grinning down at me. He is wearing a baseball cap. I find that both weird and boyishly sexy. I can tell he is immeasurably happy to be fucking me. This makes me happy to be alive and at that moment there is no other place I would rather be. His boning is energetic and enthusiastic. He discovers the full length mirror which gives us a great view of the action and is enthralled by watching his cock pound my ass. I get caught up in it too and our eyes are glued to the mirror like we are watching a feature film. It's a beautiful sight I have to admit. The guy can't get enough of the scene. He pushes and pulls me into different positions all the while keeping his eyes glued to the mirror. He cums like that, watching live porn of his own making. When his tremors subside but his cock is still in me he looms for a moment smiling down on me with a satisfaction that warms my heart. His load is already warming my guts. And then he is gone leaving the door open and me to ponder what just happened. I am feeling fucking great, goddamn fantastic, on top of the world. What do I do next? Roll over of course and wait for the next top to breed me. I don't remember specifics of the rest of the night. That first top stands out but I know I got several more loads, all anonymous. I feel very close and grateful to all those men who fucked me. I realize I might be nothing more to them than a warm wet hole to sink their dick into and unload. That's not just fine with me its what I want. If they are fucking me I know they are getting what they want. They didn't have to choose me. I have not pressured them in any way. They want to fuck me. When I know a guy is getting his nut while in my ass I am in love with him, I am desperate with need and desire for him. His particulars don't interest me. I don't want to know his name or see his face. All I want is to feel his hard cock breeding my cum hungry ass and when he does I love him for it. Like I said its a strange kind of intimacy when you get anonymous loads.

I'm moving to the bay area (California) soon and stayed up at a friends place so I could go apartment hunting. While I was there I decided to check out an RV park and their showers to see if I could get any action. I posted an add on craigslist announcing to all members nearby that I would be in the RV park showers in a huge time slot, just to be sure I could get as many loads as possible. I got in bathroom, turned on the shower and left the door ajar. I then cleaned myself up and got down on all fours, oiled and greased my ass up and then covered my head with a towel. At first, it didnt look good, I was simply stroking my cock with my ass high up in there air. Men entered the other bathrooms, showered then left. Just as I was about to give up and head out, a man knocked on the door and walked in. My hole flexed in anticipationa and i further arched up my back to present my cumdump hole to him. He entered and closed the door as he unbuckled his pants. He got his pants on and began to softly caress my ass. I could tell he was older due to the gray hairs on his hands has he groped my balls gently. This made me even hornier. I then spread my ass cheeks with my hand and winked my hole at him. He spat upon my hole and gently rubbed his finger against me as i continued to wink my hole. He then slid it in. At first I flexed tightly and then relaxed. 'Thats it old man', I said to myself, 'use this young cumhole'. He fingered me slowly at first and then faster and harder with two fingers. He then pulled them out and sucked on them loudly so I could hear it. Now I was very horny. I stretched my cheeks out even further and I could feel him lowering himself upon me until his dick was pressed up against my hole. I relaxed and he slid right in. From there he pumped my bare hole slowly for a few minutes and then began to pick up pace. He had really soft skins and i loved feeling his low hanging balls slap up against mine. As soon as I felt him seize up and cum and clenched my hole tight. I didnt want a single ounce of his cum anywhere else but my hole. After he was done he fixed himself and slapped my ass on the way out. God i love being fucked by older men. Three others would come in and load me as well. I believe they were older as well. I had so much fun, I will have to try that again soon

This was salvaged from bugshare.net, "Strictly Stories" ************************************************** I waited in the parking lot for almost a half hour trying to build up the courage to go into the bathhouse. I live in a flyover state, and wanting to escape my small town and 'take a walk on the wild side', when vacation time rolled around I booked a flight to L.A., rented a car and hotel room and made the trip out west. I had been chatting on-line with people so I knew where to find the baths. Did I have the courage to do this? Sweating and finding it hard to breath, I opened my bottle of poppers. I took two or three hits and felt that relaxing rush grab me. I opened the door to the car, got out, and walked towards the club. I felt the fool as I had never been to a club and so I wasn't sure what to do. I paid for a room, got my key and walked down to find the room. I undressed and wrapped a towel around my waist. I wandered around a bit. There were some good looking guys and some real trolls. My eyes were everywhere, crotches, porn movies flickering on screens. There were several open doors, but I didn't know the protocol. There were also several dark rooms, where I couldn't make out any shapes, but could hear the groans and moans of men having sex in there. I freaked. I went back to my room and sat on the bench trembling and breathing hard. Maybe, I should just jack off and go back to my hotel. Maybe this is too much, too fast. Then I heard a knock on the door. I realized that I had forgotten to lock it. I slowly opened the door and looked out. He was nice looking, not a Greek God, but not hideous either. I licked my lips and tried to find my voice. "Yes" He smiled and that made him more handsome. "Is this your first time in a club?" "Fuck, is it that obvious?" I said as I sat back down. "Only to everyone," he lightly laughed, and then asked "mind if I sit down?" Making sure my towel was wrapped tightly around me, I gestured 'Be my guest'. "Hi, I'm Steve," he said as he held out his hand to shake. "I'm Jerry." I took his hand. It was warm and slightly moist. The scene was more like we were friends sitting in a sauna and I relaxed a bit. Especially since Steve was making no overt moves on me. "Jerry, you need to relax, no one is going to hurt you here and you'll have a great time if you want it to. You just need a guide. Mind if I volunteer?" Steve scooted closer until his leg touched mine. “I’m going to my locker to get some things that will help you out for your first visit. Go ahead, watch the video, and lock the door. I’ll knock three times, so you’ll know it’s me.” Steve stood up and scooted away. I got up and locked the door like he suggested. I was watching a video of three guys having sex and was starting to get into it. Steve was taking a long time. I was lightly stroking my cock, when I heard the three knocks on the door. I unlocked it and opened it to see Steve standing there with a small gym bag. “Sorry, I took so long, I ran into some guys that I needed to talk to. I see that you’ve started without me.” He said with a shit-eating grin on his face. Steve closed the door, but made no move to lock it. Steve pulled out a pretty large dildo and proceeded to slather some KY on it. “I know that you’ve been fucked before, but you’ve got to loosen up. So, get out your poppers, sit on the dildo, and just relax. I’ll sit here and won’t touch you until you feel you’re ready. If you’ll trust me, I guarantee that you’ll never forget this night.” I looked at the dildo; it was long, real thick at the bottom with a suction cup base, and covered with ridges. It was larger than anything that had ever been up me before. Steve handed me the KY and told me to lube myself up. I was suddenly shy, when Steve leaned over and kissed me. He then went back to the gym bag and started to rummage around, while I put the lube on fingers and proceeded to rub some around my hole. He removed a zip lock baggy that had a fine white powder in it and dipped the tip of the dildo in it until the dildo was covered with white dust. “What’s that?” I asked. “It’s a powdered lube, it helps to loosen your ass and makes the dildo go in easier.” Steve replied. I had never heard of such a thing, but figured that Steve had more experience than I did. Steve licked the bottom suction cup of the dildo to get it wet and stuck it to the top of the vinyl bench. “Have a seat,” he suggested, patting the bench with his hand. “What the fuck am I doing?” I thought. Here I am in a club, watching a porn video, about to climb onto a dildo and fuck myself, while a person that I just met watches me? I had to really raise my ass to get it high enough to get onto the dildo. Steve held my bottle of poppers under my nose as I felt the tip of the dildo hit my ass. I felt myself relax and allowed the dildo to start to enter my ass, slowly opening me up. I started to pull off of it, but I found myself wanting more of it inside of me. I was moaning and groaning like a whore as I thought 'What was going on? Why the fuck do I feel so damn horny? Why does this dildo feel so good inside of me?'. I started to really fuck myself down on dildo, trying to shove it deeper inside of me. I wanted my hole opened up wide. Riding up and down deeper and harder, I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. I felt Steve’s hands on my shoulders and felt him push me down even harder on the dildo. I groaned, feeling myself open and get slick, but wanting even more. “Ready for the real thing?” Steve asked. “Yes.” I moaned, while still fucking myself on the dildo. My body was moving in automatic not under conscious control. Steve pushed me back and the suction from the dildo’s base let loose with an obscene sucking sound. Steve dipped the tip of his cock in the “powdered lube” and with a quick motion pulled the dildo out in one quick move. I could feel my ass slide out with the dildo and the cool air hit my opened hole. It wasn’t empty long as Steve grabbed my hips, pulled me back, and sunk his cock balls deep into me with one long push. Steve groaned at the heat of my ass gripping his cock and I grew hotter and more desperate to have him inside of me completely. I was meeting his hard thrusts with back thrusts of my own. This wasn’t lovemaking, this was fucking! Sweat was pouring off of Steve and dripping onto my chest, when I felt the change in his fucking pace. Longer, deeper, and harder strokes gave way to short violent pushes and trembles. “Take my load, you cunt,” Steve yelled out and I felt his cock try to shove out the top of my head as he started to cum inside of me. Steve continued to thrust into me as he was cumming. I was moaning and begging for his cum inside of me. Steve pulled out of me, quickly grabbed the dildo and shoved it back into me hard. Steve sat down by my head, his hand still working the dildo in and out of me. “Did you like that Jerry?” I was twitching all over the bench, sweating, breathing hard. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more. “FUCK ME AGAIN!” Steve chuckled and said he had something better in mind. He rolled me over so I was face down on the bench with the dildo still hanging in my ass and walked over and opened the door. This was obviously what the “guys he had to talk to” were waiting for. Soon the room had lots of people in it and the dildo had been yanked out of my ass and been replaced by a hard cock. I didn’t care. I needed this! I wanted this! “FUCKING USE MY ASS! TAKE IT ALL!” I remember Steve getting something out of his bag and pressing it against my ass cheek, while this young college kid was tearing my ass up. I don’t know how many loads, I took that night, and I don’t care. I was at the club for hours. When I struggled into my clothes, my ass was dripping cum, I bundled up my underwear and tried to keep all the cum from pouring out of my fucked up ass. When I got back to the room, I was in a daze from being used so hard. I thought maybe a shower would clear my head. I was undressing and waiting for the water to heat up, when I noticed something in the mirror, a red mark about an inch and half high on my ass. I rubbed the fog off the mirror and fell to the floor in a heap when I saw it clearly. The mark was a biohazard sign. I guess that Steve was right. It was a night I’d never forget. One the upside, I’ve got a who new set of bugs to share with the other boys in my small town.

Quick note: Still working on the semi-sequel to The Decline & Fall of Michael Christian. Hopefully you enjoy this story in the meantime. It's shorter... only this one part (so hopefully that is good news for those who do prefer the shorter stories). And, without further ado, here is Bait & Switch. It was about three months ago. That’s when it happened. When my hole life changed. It had been a long, hard day. My alarm didn’t go off — which meant I overslept and didn’t have time for breakfast. My boss was riding my ass all day — and not in a good way. And to top it all off (no pun intended), I dropped my mobile and cracked the screen. By the time the workday ended, I was in a hell of a mood. I needed to destress a bit. No. Let’s be honest. I needed a good fuck. I dropped off my car at home and took a taxi to the gay neighbourhood in town. I don’t get out to the clubs very often anymore (work is just too crazy) but I felt homesick for one of my favourites. Great music, great drinks, great staff. You know how they say you can’t go home again? It’s true. The bar was full but, at 32, I was probably the oldest guy in there. The music was skewed towards this new and younger crowd… I just found it dull and mindless. Plus most of the staff I used to know had moved on so there weren’t even familiar faces behind the bar. It barely felt like the same bar anymore. I ransacked my memory… how long had it been since I had dropped in? I was surprised to realise it had been my 30th birthday party. Well over a year and a half before. At least the drinks were still good. So I found a (more or less) out of the way corner and sipped my drink. Then another. Then another. Then another. I like to think I’m reasonably attractive guy. I’m no gym bunny but I do keep myself passably fit. Brown hair, hazel eyes, 5 feet 9 inches tall. But none of the guys in the bar so much as said ‘excuse me’ as they pushed past me through the crowd. So I just sat alone in my corner. Drinking. None of this did anything for my mood. Finally, enough was enough. I staggered out of the club. I wasn’t quite ready to go home though… still horny as fuck. I passed some of the other bars but discounted them: the first was too busy, the next was too loud, and at the third the doorman said something about my having been over-served already. So I kept walking. I was about to give up and just hail a cab to head home. And then I looked up and saw where I was. Just ahead of me was the bathhouse. I had never been inside before… I’d always been afraid i would run into someone I knew there. Which would just be awkward. But I had been persistently curious. Could it ever live up to the ‘urban legends’ about the easy sex available within? I paused for just a moment, but horniness and alcohol are a powerful mix. Tonight was the night. I glanced around — just to make sure no one was nearby who knew me — and stepped inside. “Good evening.” The guy at the counter greeted me in a disinterested tone. “Are you a member?” “No… this is my first time in here.” He pushed a sheet of paper towards me. “You will need to fill in this form for your membership.” I took the sheet and began completing it. I was a bit leery about putting any personal information… but I had come this far. No point backing out now. “Locker or room?” “Um… what’s the difference?” He rolled his eyes and pointed to a sign with prices. “The room costs 10 more.” “I guess just a locker.” I gave him back the completed form along the cash. He pushed a towel and a locker key towards me then buzzed me into the bathhouse itself. I walked through into a locker room. I knew enough to know that guys walk around with nothing on but their towel … so a few minutes later I wrapped my towel around my waist, tucked a condom into the elastic armband that held my locker key, and set off to explore. The bathhouse was a fairly large space spread over two floors. In addition to the locker room, on the ground floor I found a small but well stocked bar, a video room showing porn, and ‘wet area’ with a steam room and jacuzzi. Upstairs seemed divided into two parts. To the right of the stairs was a dark area labelled as ‘The Maze”. I decided I wasn’t quite ready for that though. To the left of the stairs was an area with several corridors with small cubicles on either side. One of the cubicles was open and being cleaned by a member of staff. There was a small bed of sorts, a locker, and a screen playing more porn. This, I realised, was the ‘room’ that the clerk had offered. Other than staff and myself, I think I saw 6 guys wandering around. They were older guys, at least late 40’s and not in great shape. Some looked downright I'll. No one I wanted to play around with. It was early though -- only about 9:30 or so. I decided to kill some time and see if the crowd improved. I went back down to the bar and had a couple drinks. Between the drinks at the club and now these, I was definitely buzzed by that point. I wandered over to the video room. There were a couple of the older guys in there, fondling themselves under their towels, but I ignored them and sat on a bench as far away as I could get. The porn wasn’t bad and my own hand found its way under my towel. I was careful though, I didn’t want to get myself off. I ignored the old guys as they entered and left. Just kept focused on the videos. I must have sat in the room for at least 30 minutes. Eventually, however, one of the old guys came and sat beside me. He was at least 60 and had a big beer belly. I tried to move a bit away but another old guy — one of the sick looking guys — was just a few feet away on that side. When the beer belly guy tried to put his hand on my thigh, I stood up quickly and left the video room. I was, however, pleased to discover that more guys had come in while I had been camped in the video room. Hopefully I could find someone who wasn’t quite so disgusting. I went back upstairs but still wasn’t ready to explore the dark maze area so I wandered through the area with the ‘rooms’. Many were closed and dark. Not rented yet, I assumed. A few were closed but with the unmistakable sounds of man-sex audible despite the closed doors. My dick got a little harder. Other doors were open and occupied. I was pleased to see that some of these held guys my age or younger. In one room I saw a cute blond guy, probably early twenties, but he didn’t even look up as I walked by his door. I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was to get his attention so I walked past. It was getting close to the end of the cubicle area and seemed to be striking out. Maybe this was going to be a bust. Maybe those urban legends about the great sex available were just that: myths and legends. And then I walked by the last open door. A man stood opposite, leaning on the back wall of the small room. He made eye contact with me as I walked by his room. I stopped in my tracks. He was one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. Black hair, playfully tussled. Sky blue eyes. Full lips with the hint of a smile. Unshaven stubble. Skin a natural tan. Body lean and muscular. His tall frame — about 6’ 2” best I can guess - made me want to melt into him. His toned arms tucked behind his back. A light feathering of hair on his chest and a noticeable treasure trail leading my eyes to his towel. And the big, hard bulge waiting there. He was so far out of my league it wasn’t even funny. “Hey, how’s it going?” He said with a smile and an Italian accent. “Um… not too bad.” I stammered, licking my lips which suddenly felt dry. He gestured with his head for me to move into the room. I, of course, complied. I didn't even think to close the door. My hands were trembling as I approached him. His arms were still tucked behind his back. Making his chest and crotch seem even more prominent. Maybe it was his unspoken permission. Maybe it was all the alcohol. But — whatever it was —my trembling hands raised to touch his chest. The muscles firm and warm to my touch. “Mmmm. That feels good.” He said. “What is your name?” “Gary.” I replied. “My name is Mario. Your hand feels very good, Gary.” Even the way he said my name made me shiver a bit. But, at the same time, his voice was so calming. Relaxing. I felt more bold. My hand slowly drifted down. From his chest to his abs. Tracing the muscles. Before moving lower. Following his treasure trail. He didn’t stop me. Just watched with that little smile as my hand felt the hardness through his towel. I slowly started to caress him. I felt him swell a bit more. I’ve always been a bit of a size queen. I just love big cocks. My own cock was already hard was a rock and leaking pre-cum. I leaned in and my lips found his. I couldn’t believe this was happening. You have to understand. Mario was so far out of my league. And yet was letting me touch him. Stroke him. Kiss him. And he was kissing me back. He placed a hand on the small of my back. Just above my ass. Just a simple gesture. But, at the same time, possessive. And it just made him even more perfect. I was in his orbit. The moon to his earth. And, although I didn’t stop to think about it at the time, the moth to his flame. His hand slid lower. Caressing my ass through the towel even as I caressed his cock. My hand sliding under his towel for the first time. My fingers wrapping around his hard shaft. A moan escaped from somewhere deep inside me. Only to be lost in his kiss. “You have a nice ass, Gary.” He whispered. His fingers moving under my towel. Tracing down the crack of my ass. Sending shivers down my spine. “You have an amazing cock.” I whispered back. “Do you like it?” He asked. As if my ragged breath wasn’t evidence enough of that. He put his other hand on my shoulder. Pushing me gently. Down to my knees. I did not resist. I wanted him so much. His fingers ran through my hair. My mouth found his cock. Rolling my tongue over the head. Savouring his taste and smell. This was more than I had ever expected. I could feel him bending over me. His fingers moving slowly down my back. Tracing my spine. Reaching my butt. Sliding into the cleft. Circling my hole. “You like getting fucked?” With my mouth full of his dick I could only moan my affirmative reply. “Hot. You are going to get really fucked tonight. I promise.” His finger circling my hole found it’s target. Pushed inside me. “You're tight, babe. You gonna be able to take it all?” Again I moaned my reply and raised my ass to meet this finger. He chuckled above me. Then slid a second finger in. In and out of my hole. Driving me even more wild. His cock was in my throat now. My face tight into his crotch. I was so focused on the taste of him, of his scent, that I barely noticed any sound behind me. Then I felt a second pair of hands touch me. I jumped… but Mario’s hands moved quickly back up my body. One hand on my shoulder (holding me on my knees) and the other on the back of my head (gently holding my face impaled on his big dick). I felt movement behind me and then a warm met tongue find my hole. “Don’t worry. That’s just my buddy.” Mario said. “You don’t mind, do you? It’s really hot seeing him eat your ass. Getting it ready for a good fuck.” Mario seemed genuinely turned on by seeing the other man working his tongue into my hole. At least his cock seemed harder than ever in my throat. And the tongue was pretty damn talented. I figured it was worth it to get Mario inside me. I wished I could see the newcomer but decided to just focus on Mario’s cock. I wanted him good and ready to fuck me. Mario’s hips were gently rocking, sliding his cock in and out of my throat. I wanted this beautiful god to fuck me so bad. Mario whispered something to the other man. I couldn’t make it out. The tongue on my hole moved away. Movement behind me. Was it finally time? Was Mario ready to fuck me? Hands on my hips. Pulling me back slightly. Something touching my hole. Bigger and harder than a tongue. A cock pushing at my tight hole. I tried to make a disapproving sound but Mario’s cock was deep in my throat. “That’s hot, babe.” Mario said. “You should see his cock. It looks so good pushing into you. Really getting me turned on.” I was a bit annoyed but — well — I had come so far and I didn’t want to lose my chance at getting fucked by Mario now. I pulled the condom out from the elastic band on my arm and handed it to the man behind me. He took the condom from my hand but his cock never moved away from my ass for even a moment to put it on. I didn’t get fucked bare. Not ever. But I was conflicted… I really wanted Mario to fuck me. I clenched my hole against the unseen man behind me. Maybe that would be enough to discourage him. But no. The stranger’s palm came down hard on my ass with a loud slap. I jumped, my hole relaxing for just a second... ... And the unseen man pushed the head of his dick in with a sudden thrust. Bare. “Dude.” Mario said above me. “His dick looks so good in your ass. Just let him open you a bit and then, if you want, he can pull out and he can put on the condom.” It made sense. At least it did at that moment. Alcohol and lust really weaken your resolve. I managed to manoeuvre enough to look up at Mario without losing his cock in my throat. He had a smart phone in his hand. My phone. It pointed it towards my face then slowly panned back towards my ass and the man who was working his way deeper inside. He was recording the moment on my phone. He waved my phone. "I'm recording this for you so you can watch later. You don't know how hot this looks." The cock in my hole was pushing deeper. And deeper. He wasn’t as big as Mario. But he was a good size. Damn. It felt so good to get fucked. It had been so long. I needed it. “You like that, don’t you?” Mario asked above me. “You like that cock pounding your hole.” I moaned agreement. “Yeah. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” Mario encouraged me. And I did. I arched my back as much as I could with Mario’s dick in my mouth. I raised my ass to meet the cock pounding my hole. The stranger’s hands were gripping my hips now. His thrusts where hard and erratic. Frenzied. He was grunting. The stranger slammed in balls deep. And froze. A deep guttural growl escaping from somewhere within him. His shaft flexed inside me. He was shooting his load. Inside me. Oh fuck. This stranger, someone I couldn’t even see, had just cum inside me. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. But my heart was pounding. What had I done? What was I doing? The stranger pulled out of my hole. Pulling a trail of warm cum. Which oozed down the back of my balls. “Thanks for the fuck, boy. Hope you like my little gift.” I wanted to turn around and look at him but Mario was thrusting into my throat again. He was clearly really turned on. So… was it time? Was he going to fuck me now? But he didn’t pull out of my mouth. And another pair of hands gripped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. Another cock touched my hole. And pushed in, balls deep, in one thrust. This cock wasn’t quite as thick as the last but was longer, reaching deeper inside. The body behind me felt different as well. Not as solid. I could hear his flesh slapping against mine. And then he raised up on top of me. I felt a big belly press against the small of my back. Shit. Some fat guy was fucking me. But I was in no position to move away. Pinned between this new man’s body and Mario’s cock in my throat. And, yes, it felt good. His cock felt good inside me. Fuck it felt good. The fat guy was pulling all the way out then thrusting back in to the root. All the way out. Back in. Each time he pulled out of my hole pulsed. Like it was begging the cock to get back in. The last guy’s cum had really slicked up my hole and was dripping out each time the fat man’s cock pulled outside my asslips. The fat man pulled himself further onto my body. Resting his weight on my back. Mario stepped back, pulling his cock out of my mouth, and allowed my head and shoulders to sink to the floor under the fat man’s weight. My ass stayed raised though. Letting him pound me. I wanted this fuck. I was lost in the sensations that these men had awakened in me. “I’m going to cum.” The fat man said. “You want it. Don’t you.” “Yes.” I whispered. Ashamed. Ashamed of the desire burning inside me. Ashamed that I liked his cock, the feeling of him fucking me. “Louder.” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” His face came into view as he slid all the way onto my back. The beer belly guy from the video room. Someone I would never have let fuck me. But in the moment, lost in my lust, I didn't tell him no. “Yes. Cum in me. Please. Please cum in me.” “Good boy.” The fat man moaned in my ear. “Since you asked so nicely, here is comes. You're always going to have a little part of me inside you. As long as you live.” He didn’t stop thrusting. But I felt his shaft expand inside me. His flabby arms held me tight. And his cum joined the load from the first man. When he pulled out and stepped away, I didn’t even try to move. I stayed in position. Back arched. Head and shoulders flat to the floor. Ass in the air. An open invitation. And the invitation was accepted. A cock slid between my asscheeks. A big cock. Very big. Sliding up and down the gooey mess that seeped from my ass. Without pushing in. “How many loads does he have?” The third man asked. “You are going to be the third.” “Nice.” The third man pushed a finger into my hole. “Look at me, bitch.” I turned around and looked over my shoulder. The gaunt man from the video room -- somehow I had known it would be him. His cheeks and eyes sunken. His body may have been toned once, you could kind of tell, but now the flesh just sagged. And he had a tattoo. On his groin. Just above his cock. A biohazard. I knew what that meant, of course. “You… you’ve got HIV?” “No, bitch. I’ve got AIDS. And I want to give it to you. I want to fill you up with my toxic cum.And I want you to beg for it. Beg for my big cock. Beg for my toxic cum.” “I… I don’t want… I mean, I’m negative.” “Are you sure? You’ve got two loads in your ass already. Maybe you were negative when you came in here tonight… but how do you know you still are?” I couldn’t breathe. I was terrified. And yet. I was turned on. So turned on. By the thrill. By the risk. By the big dick teasing my ass. I could tell he was big. Bigger than any cock that had ever been in me. Ten inches or more. Thick as a beer bottle. Mario crouched next to me. His hand touched mine comfortingly. His cock just far enough away that I couldn’t reach it. “Your ass looks so hot with a cock in it, babe. So beautiful. And his cock is so big. I want to see him stretching you open. Will you do it for me? Will you let him fuck you?” The big dick was still sliding up and down in the cummy mess of my hole. My sphincter was spasming. My body wanted to feel that cock so much. I looked in Mario’s eyes. His beautiful eyes. I could get lost in those eyes. I nodded to Mario. Yes. He smiled. A gorgeous smile that made my whole body shiver with anticipation. I looked back over my shoulder. To the gaunt man who stood behind me. “Please.” My whole body was trembling. “Please fuck me. I’ve never had a cock that big inside me.” “Are you sure? I’m not going to be gentle. I’m going to fuck that hole without mercy. I’m gonna tear you up.” “I want it. I want to feel that big dick in me.” “And there won’t be any pulling out. I’m going to fuck you until I cum in you. I’ve got AIDS. No meds. There is a good chance you will have AIDS soon as well.” “I want your cock. I want your cum. I need it.” “Look at you, you little slut, begging for AIDS cock.” The gaunt man sneered down at me. “I’m going to breed your hole. Make you a proper cumdump.” “Do it… do it, please.” He pushed forward. I thought my hole was open. Ready. But he was big. Thick. Bigger than any cock that had even been inside me. And by a wide margin. He wasn’t even in yet and already I was sweating. The pressure as he pushed his cock against my already battered sphincter was quickly becoming painful. But, as promised, he was merciless. Insistent. My hole began stretching. Slowly. But stretching nonetheless. Opening wide as it could for him. But it wasn’t wide enough. My ass felt like it was being torn apart. Pain ripped through ever inch of my body. My face red. I tried to crawl away. Not to stop him. Just a quick respite from his onslaught. His hand slapped my ass. Hard. “Get your ass back here you fucking little whore.” “Your too big. I can’t take it.” “You can.” The gaunt man laughed. “You will.” And the head of his cock breached my hole. I wanted to cry out. But couldn’t catch my breath. Tears dripped down my cheeks. He didn’t stop his inexorable invasion. Pushing deeper. Never really pausing. Never really pulling back to thrust. Just a glacially slow, seemingly endless, violation. And yet some part of me didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to know what a monster cock really feels like. And every millimetre he drove himself deeper inside me was a victory for me. I could take it. My own cock was shrivelled up. But that didn’t matter. This was about his cock, not mine. “You’re doing really good.” Mario said. But he wasn’t really looking at me. He had a phone in each hand now. Mine and his I assumed. Filming the cock opening my hole. Occasionally returning to my face to capture my expression. I don’t know how long it took. I really don’t. But I realised I could feel the gaunt man’s pubes scratching my ass. I could feel his heavy balls resting on my ass. He was in. He was all the way in. He pulled out. Then lined his dick back up. And breached me again. Still slow. But faster than the first time. Then all the way out. And then back in balls deep. Each time faster that the one before. The sensations raced through my body like a shock. Like lightning. Pain. Pleasure. The words were no longer distinguishable for me. “See, boy?” The gaunt man laughed again. “Told you you would take it. And you’re never going to be that tight again. Good thing you like big dicks. No normal dick is ever going to satisfy you again.” And i knew he was right. There was no way my ass could ever recover for this. He kept picking up the pace. Really fucking me now. “It’s time, cunt.” “Give. It. To. Me. Please.” I groaned as his hips pounded into me. “Here is comes. Ruining your ass forever.” I couldn’t feel him cum. My ass was too stretched, too inflamed, for that kind of sensation. But I knew. Somehow I knew he was filling my guts at that moment. Defiling me. His breathing gradually slowed. "Welcome to the brotherhood, cum dump." He didn’t pull out. He pushed me forward. Off his dick. I fell forward and sprawled on the floor at Mario’s feet. Mario’s hand was a flurry of motion on his cock His cock was rock hard. Dripping precum. He was getting close. I reached up and tried to pull him closer. But he slapped my hand away. “Please.” I begged. “I want you to fuck me next.” He looked at me as if I had two heads on my shoulders. “You? You want me to fuck you?” “Please. I’m doing all this for you.” He shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t fuck bathhouse sluts like you. I just like to watch.” And then his cum exploded. Covering the floor in front of my face. Wasted on the floor when I wanted it more than anything. My mouth dropped open. “But…” Mario stepped up to me. Cum was still dripping from his dick to the floor. He tossed me my phone. “You’ve just been fucked by three different guys. Old guys. Fat guys. You can see it all in the video. I can tell you all three were positive or have AIDS. And who knows what other diseases they have given you.” “But I only did it because you asked me to.” I whined. “Yeah? And I promised that you were going to really be fucked tonight. And now you are. Fucked for life. But look on the bright side. Now that you know what kind of pervert you are, you can be a bit nicer to the old guys here, huh? Yeah. I saw that earlier. You were rude to these guys. They’re just here for the same thing you are. To get some cock. Or some ass. They aren’t here to get treated like crap by guys like you. Well. Like the guy you used to be, right? Because that guy is gone. Corrupted. Remade. Into a POZ pussyboy who will open his ass to anyone for a bit of cum.” He smiled down at me. It was not a friendly smile. But it was still beautiful on him. “So, no. I won’t be fucking you. But tell you what. You can eat my cum off the floor.” I just stared up at him. “You heard me. Clean it up.” He was right. Whoever I had been when I walked in the door was gone. I lowered my head to the floor and my tongue began scooping up the drops of his cum. I wondered how many loads had been shot on this bathhouse floor. How long since it had really been cleaned. And that just made me lick the floor more eagerly. “Yeah.” Mario said. “I thought so.” He turned to the gaunt man. “See you next weekend, Barry.” And then my Italian stud was gone. I was still licking the cum off the floor when the next man moved behind me. His dick pushed into my gaping hole easily. No resistance. I glanced back at the man who had slipped into my ass. He had to be in his sixties at least: old, wrinkled, bald. And there was a line of men waiting. Old men. Fat men. Diseased men. “Damn, Barry, his ass is loose.” The old man called to the gaunt man who was still in the room, watching me. “You really broke this one in.” He was right. i could barely feel his dick sliding in and out of my wrecked hole. He ended up pulling out and jacking himself off over my hole. When he was ready, he slipped the tip back inside me and shot his load. He pulled out and wrapped his towel around his waist. Then something landed next to my head. I picked it up. A $5 bill. “That’s about what your gaping ass is worth now, whore.” The old man said. “And I’m being generous.” And another man took his place. —- Epilogue: That’s how it all started. A few months ago. Just got back from the doctor’s office. Had the “flu” about a month after that night in the bathhouse. So I knew what to expect. But still took me awhile to get the courage to go. So, yeah, I’m positive. Picked up a few other STD’s as well. The doctor asked me who my sexual partners had been. I lied and said I had hooked up with someone when I was out of town and was careless. No names I could give him for previous sexual partners. He didn't believe me but didn't push it either. My life has indeed changed. For the better? For the worse? Who the hell cares. I'm having a blast. I’ve been going back to the bathhouse at least 2 or 3 nights a week. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been fucked there now. I like hanging out in that dark maze. Not able to see who is breeding me. Just taking load after load. When I'm lucky, though, I see Barry and he pummels my ass. I can take his cock so much easier now. He says he wants to make sure his toxic seed takes. And then he will own my ass. I can't wait to tell him he does. I see Mario a lot as well. He always gives me a smile, especially when he sees me with my ass in the air taking any load. He’s never let me suck him again and never fucked me. I guess I understand. But there’s always hope, right? - END -

While visiting the Netherlands as a tourist, I took the train from Amsterdam to The Hague as I wanted to see the sights of the city, including a museum or two, but, as I got off the train and was walking into the city center, I passed an adult sex shop. Each window was plastered with the words 'The Maze', so I took a detour, entered the shop, learned there was a maze and some adult videos in the back of the store, so I paid the eight Euro entrance fee, rented a locker where I stored my coat and bag, and then entered the back of the "Maze." It really wasn't a maze but rather was an odd layout of several rooms with doors which could be locked. Two of the rooms contained sofas, and one of the rooms contained a television screen on which gay porn was playing. Another room was pitch dark, and contained only a chair. There was also a small cinema which showed straight porn on a large screen. This room also featured a half wall in the back as well as three glory hole rooms off to the side of this room. A very small cinema room also came off this room, as did a somewhat larger gay cinema room which contained two sofas. A glory hole room came off the main cinema, as did two private rooms situated at the rear of the room. Overall it was a really nice set up for activity. Entering the largest of the gay cinemas, I saw a middle aged guy standing at the back of the room. He was stroking his nice-sized cock. I thought he was reasonably attractive so I dropped to my knees in front of him and began to suck on his dick, which quickly grew rock hard. As I did so, a very, very tall, slender, attractive older man in his 50's joined us, presenting his very long, thick, uncut Dutch cock just inches from my face. I switched cocks and began to suck on the second Dutch guy, who, I noticed, was dressed in a sport coat and dress pants, and to be honest, his attire struck me as somewhat out of place, as I got the impression he had just stopped in after attending church. Which maybe he had, but whatever the case, his long cock was delicious. I sucked on him for about five minutes, occasionally switching back to the original guy, but the tall Dutch guy's cock was so much of a turn on he got most of my attention. After about five minutes of sucking the tall Dutch guy, he said something to me in Dutch, which, of course, I didn't understand, so I replied in English, "Sorry. I don't speak Dutch." He laughed and took hold of my hand and pulled me back to one of the small dark rooms in the back of the cinema. As I entered the room, he began to feel my ass through my pants. Great! He wanted to fuck me. I undid my pants, stepped out of them and laid them on the chair that was in the corner. I turned, bent over and braced myself on the chair. I had a tube of lube in my pocket, as well as some poppers, so I retrieved both, took a hit of poppers and handed him the lube. He spat on my hole a few times, played with my hole a bit, added some more spit and then lubed me, pressing his cock head against my hole and forcing his way in. He was so tall the angle of alignment was a bit difficult for us, but after a couple of tries his cock slid into my ass. Then, without giving any time to adjust, he commenced giving me a good hard fucking. The sounds of our activities attracted a few onlookers who stood in the doorway and watched us fuck. About five or six minutes of power-fucking, the tall Dutch guy withdrew from my ass, pulled up his trousers and left the room. I knew he hadn't cum, so I assumed he had had his fill of my ass - at least for the time being. One of the guys who had been watching from the doorway immediately took the place of the tall guy. I hadn't really gotten a good look at him to see who was now occupying my hole, but his cock felt great. He fucked me for only about four minutes and then groaned, emptying his load into my ass. Once he had finally filled my ass with his load and had withdrawn from my hole, I finally catch a glimpse of him. He looked to be in his mid 50s, somewhat stocky and hairy. He also had an uncut, six inch cock, which naturally was quite cummy, so I bent over and licked his cock clean. Afterwards I pulled myself together and left to explore the other rooms. I was walking down the narrow hallway towards the straight cinema. As I passed one of the three small private room off the hallway I could see one was occupied by a tall figure who was standing in the shadowy corner. Stepping into the room, I was able to get a better look at him. He appeared to be in his late 50s, or perhaps in his early 60s. I could also see he was very tall, as it seemed are most Dutch men. I also saw his zipper was down and his long, limp cock was protruding. I closed and latched the door, taking a seat on the chair. He immediately stepped in front of me, placing his limp cock to my lips. I sucked him all the way down into the back of my throat, giving him long, complete strokes with my tongue and lips, pleasuring his cock as I massaged his balls. Moaning and groaning in pleasure, he spewed dirty comments to me in Dutch. His cock, meanwhile, quickly engorged, and as it turned out, not only was he a fast grower, he was also a fast cummer: once he was fully erect, he ejaculated a load into my mouth. We went from limp to cumming in under three minutes. After he filled my mouth with his load, in typical straight man fashion he quickly zipped up and left the booth and the store. His departure behavior strongly suggested he was a straight guy. I again went to the main gay cinema. Two guys were sucking each other while laying on the leather sofas. Another guy was in one of the private rooms behind the room. I stepped into the private room that he was in and felt his crotch. Under his Levis he was hard, so I undid his belt, unzipped his fly, and pulled out what appeared to be a six inch uncut dick, giving him a vigorous suck. To my pleasure his cock grew to be a bit longer than six inches, as well as quite thick. Moving under his cock, I licked and sucked his balls, whereupon he turned and put his ass to my face. I did the scratch and sniff test and he seemed to pass. So, I fully spun him around and began to lick and munch on his hole. He didn't want me to fuck him, but definitely enjoyed my tongue in his hole. Finally he turned and slapped his cock on my face. I opened my mouth and his cock slid up into my mouth. I sucked furiously on his cock, until he groaned and blew his cum into my mouth. I pulled down some paper towels from the dispenser, we both cleaned up, he left and I went back to the straight cinema where I found two guys making out while laying on the sofa. I also noticed one of the glory hole doors closed, so I entered the adjoining booth which contained two glory holes, one on each side. Peaking through the hole I got a glimpse of a nice looking guy in his early 50s. Not surprisingly he was stroking his cock through his trousers. I went down on my knees, fingered the hole, and waited. Unzipping, he moved up to the glory hole and presented his partially hard cock. I feverishly licked, sucked and worshiped his ample cock. He was rock hard in just moments. Pre-cum was already squirting from his cock so I knew he wouldn't take long before he blew. "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked. "Yes," he replied. I stood, turned, dropped my pants, bent over, grabbing the folding chair to brace myself as he spit on my ass and then slid into me in one, quick thrust. I didn't get the chance to even take a hit of poppers as I was struggling to remain in the right position, as he fucked me hard and fast. Within moments, he let out a growl as he filled my ass with his load. Afterwards we both cleaned up as best we were able. Then he was off and out the door of the shop. At this point I had spent about ninety minutes at the shop, so I left to visit the sight seeing places of interests that I had originally planned to see, making it to the Royal Palace, the Parliament Building, the Mauritshuis Museum, and a few other sites, but by far the best part of the day were the cocks and loads I took when my visit to the Hague began.

About 10 min ago! Had a young friend over, he is 25 and super hot! Just wanted to fuck me. Well, he arrives, I am waiting in bed. He comes in, I am ass up face down. I feel him sliding up the bed, and pulling the covers off of me. He starts playing with my ass, then moves in and starts licking it! I could't help but moan! Sticking his tongue deep in my ass, he starts reaching under and playing with my cock! Eventually he moves up and starts running his cock between my now very slippery wet ass cheeks! Teasing my hole, every time his cock head slides over it! I love love this feeling! I know he is going to plunge into my ass as he draws back, lines up, and slides right in! Fucking felt so nice! He has such a nice hard cock, maybe 8 to 9' and rock hard! He begins hammering into me, deep strokes, then eases out after 5 min or so! I know he is trying to draw it out, and close to cumming! Slides back in, pulls me up to my knees, spreads my legs and really gets a pounding going, calling me a slut, take his Daddy dick! I am begging for his cum, ream my hole, and soon enough, he pushes in, holds still, and is filling me with cum! Gets his cock nice and shallow, cumming more right near my ass entrance! Pulls out slowly, pulls my ass apart, and starts rubbing his cum around! I am so rock hard now to, he reaches under and is rubbing my cock! I am so close to cumming, and then he gets right in and starts licking my ass! That was too much for me, and I am screaming as I am cumming all over the bed! A huge load of cum! He licks for a couple of more minutes, then gets up, and pushes his cock back into me, stroking me and fucking me for a minute or two more, then pulling out, thanking me, saying we have to do this again soon, and he is gone! So so hot! I am ready for more! Wow!

Just spent all night naked in the bookstore. After getting 12 cocks and loads I walked out of the room naked and put a post it note on the glass display showing the videos and channels saying that a cumdump bottom was in room 6. A Latino out there ran a finger up my ass and, feeling the cum, said in Spanish he wanted to fuck me. I just turned my ass around to him and offered it up and a few guys said I was a whore. Told them I'd suck them or let them fuck me so had 4 guys follow me back to the room where I bent over the side. They all ended up dumping their loads in me. O lube needed because I already had the best lube in me.

Craigslist ad I posted saying I was looking for cock after bar closed didn't get any reply until 3am. I was about to call it a night when I got an email asking me where I was. I was drunk and just gave my address without asking for any info. I got undressed and sat on couch, figuring I'd just sleep there if the guy didn't show. Anyways, 15 minutes later I see headlights in the driveway. I turn on porch light, and I see this little guy get out of his car. He's maybe 5-6", lean as hell, bald, and a unkept beard. Maybe around 30 yrs or so. So I open the door and greet him naked, and he's all smiles and rubs my belly before walking past me inside. I can smell bourbon and cigarette smoke, and I love it. I walk him into the living room and have a seat on the couch. He walks right over and pulls out his cock. It's a soft 6", but once I start sucking it grows to like 8-9" and a nice girth. He starts with his dirty talk, and is fucking my mouth nice n steady. I pull off and ask if he'd like to fuck me, and he doesn't answer right away, so I get on the floor with my ass facing him and before I have to ask again he's behind me pushing in. Fuck it felt great! As he starts fucking he's saying it's his first guy fuck and damn it feels good. That got me going so I started encouraging him to fuck me good. After a few minutes I was telling him to nut in my ass, to breed me deep and put all his cum inside me. He must have liked being encouraged, as he started thrusting harder and finally starting cumming, telling me I was getting his load. He sat on couch and I licked his cock clean. As I stood up after, he reached up and felt my hole, fingering his cum running out of my ass. He said to give him a few minutes and he'd fuck me again. He did. 2 more times over the next hour. The last time, he gave me a reach around after he came in my ass. Craigslist can wok out sometimes.

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 :-)

I had secretly fantasized about getting charged up. I'm a bareback bottom , love to get fucked, and having a guy breed my hole. The idea of having a hot guy fuck me and blow his dirty seed in all in my ass had inspired many spank marathons. I'm sure that I have taken a poz load before not knowing the status of whoever was fucking me or really even caring for that matter. I had never knowingly let a guy that was pozfuck me. One night I was cruising all the slut sites looking for other bareback guys to play with when this really hot guy messaged me. He said that he had read in my profile that I liked to go bare and that I was a btm. He told me that he was looking for a hole to use for the evening. That got my attention I had never been submissive and must admit it had been another fantasy of mine to completely give up control. He asked me if I was into pnp and I told him that I do party sometimes. We chatted a little while with the standard Q&A, u know how big, what position, where to cum. Then I asked poz/neg? He responded with poz. I told him that I was neg. To which he responded "u want to get a charged load n u tonight?" I was shocked and very turned on, I asked him if he fucked neg guys bareback. He told me he did all the time and that he even hosted several conversion partys. I wasn't familiar with the term, he explained that a conversion party was were a group of poz tops get together and breed a neg guy. The sole reason purpose was to spread dirty seed, and infect the neg btm. Before I could answer he asked me if I liked to pnp. I told him that I did, but I didn't have any party supplies. He said that if I wanted I could come over to his place and get ass fucked and get high. He asked me if I had ever slammed, I told him that I had been slammed before but I was terrified of needles. "I'm very good at slamming others" he returned. Should I go? The thought of getting slammed and pounded was so tempting but was I ready to take that step towards becoming poz? "I might ass well" I responded. He gave me directions and I was on my way. When I got to his house we sat and talked a while. He told me that he was going to enjoy planting his dirty seed in me, then asked me if I liked groups. I told him yes and he said good that he would get us slammed then have a few of his top buddies stop by and load my ass. He told me that I was going be a cum dump for him and his friends. I asked him if the guys were poz or neg he told me that they were poz. This made my dick begin to grow. He got the slam ready and did me first. When he released the belt on my arm I could feel the rush hit me instantly. Then came the cough. It was very strong. He did himself and sat down on the bed next to me. I started sucking his dick while I was taking off my clothes. He stood up bent me over the side of the bed, lubed my hole up with some elbow grease that was laying on the bed, and shoved his dick all the way in. Normally this would have brought tears to my eyes and a fist to his face, but it didn't even really hurt, I guess I was so high that I couldn't feel it. It wasn't long before he started to pound really hard and said he was about to cum. He stopped and pulled out and made me tell him that I wanted his seed. Which I told him. He managed to get his dick back inside me, and with a few hard thrust he unloaded in my hole. He walked out of the room and told me to stay put. When he returned he had a collar and some restraints, which he fastened on my wrist, ankles, and neck. Then I followed him into another room, it was a play room, with a sling, TV playing porn, fuck bench, some toys and lube and a computer set up with a web cam. He helped me into the sling and hooked the restraints to the chain supports. Then started to cruise the sex sites for tops to come and try out my hole. In no time 15 or 20 mins. there were three guys in line to blow their load in tight hole, and five more on the way. I realized that I had just came to this guy's house let him drop a charged load n me and now was going to be a cum dump for whoever accepted his invitation, and I hadn't even gotten my benefactor's name. He walked over to the sling and let me know that the web cam was on and I was going to be used all weekend. There must have been ten or more guys that had charged my ass with dirty seed before the slam started to fade away. He could tell that I was beginning to come down and he mixed up a booty bump and told me to get on the floor face down with my ass in the air, as he unlocked the restraints. Once I was on the floor he inserted the booty bump and told me to squeeze my ass tight so that the booty bump and all the spunk wouldn't drip out. As I started to feel my stomach cramp up from the booty bump he dressed me and told me that we were going to the baths and that I was going to take all loads. He rented one of the sling rooms and told me to get into the sling as he mixed up another booty bump. I secured the restraints myself, all but one arm. He came over secured the last arm and started to insert another booty bump. I told him that I was okay for now. To this he responded by placing a ball gag n my mouth and continued with my booty bump. It had only been about twenty minutes since the last one. Now I was so high that I couldn't focus or see straight. He began to fuck me again, telling my how sloppy my hole was and that when he had fucked me the first time that he had ripped me. He said that he knew because when he pulled out there was blood all over his dick. He said that was a good thing, it would make it easier to ensure that my neg status was gone for good. Then he told me that he had used a .4 needle for my slam and that when he slammed me, there was still a good bit of his poison blood in it, and now it was running thru my veins. He must have been fucking me for at least an hour, not that I was complaining. My ass was so hungry from the booty bumps that the only thing I could think about was getting more dick. He shot another death load in me then opened the door and walked away. It was a few mins before the first guy walked in and began to get his dick hard so that he could fuck me. He was a much older man probably 55 or 60 but he had a huge cock. He came after about five mins of fucking, wiped his dick off and left. I didn't realize that there was a group of four guys waiting, they took turns one after the other all loading my eager ass. A while later my friend returned, closed the door and mixed up a huge booty bump. He squeezed it into my hole and for good measure he pushed a large rock of meth up my ass with his finger. He massaged it until it was completely dissolved. Then he removed the ball gag and asked me how I was doing. I was so high I couldn't hardly answer but I managed to say that I was feeling a little dizzy and hot. He gave me a bottle of water and told me to drink it all as he unlocked the restraints. I drank the water and instantly began to feel better. He said that he had to leave to do something but that he would be back. Then he told me that he had left a message on the all the dry erase boards saying there was a "eager ass in the sling room taking all loads POZ IS A PLUS" as he left. I knew that I should probably get up and leave but the meth was starting to take effect. So I waited. It wasn't long before a line began to form, I eagerly took every load that was offered. I'm not sure how long I was there in the sling room or how many guys filled my hole with their juice. When I finally started to come down from the meth climbed out of the sling, put on my clothes, and left the bath house. I felt so trashy when I walked into the day light, like everyone knew what I had just done. Not to mention that there was a wet place on the ass of my jeans where some of the spunk had slipped out of my now opened hole. It has been a few months since that happened so I'm not sure what my status is but I did feel like I had the flu about 2 or 3 weeks after it happened. [For the record - be really careful about drug use guys. Drug use can definitely kill you and while a few can manage their drug use, many others can't and you never know which camp you'll be in... Plus, real sluts don't need drugs to be slutty...]

My name is Lee, I’m 36, 5’10”, average build, and I’m told I’m very handsome. I have been a prude sexually most of my life. I was a church kid growing up, then joined the military at 18. I didn’t lose my virginity until my early 20's, being too afraid to get caught under DADT. Even after I started having sex I didn’t sleep around, only having sex with men that I was dating. That being said, despite my prudish past I’d always hated condoms. To me it killed the mood when you had to stop to put a condom on, and I hated the lack of closeness condoms injected into sex. I finally had my first hookup at the age of 26 when I moved across the country to a new city, but the guy developed feelings for me and I swore them off off for years after that. Things were much the same when I met my only true long term boyfriend, Kyle. I knew Kyle from Recon, a site I’m sure many of you are familiar with. We’d chatted off and on for over a year, but he was friends with the guy I’d hooked up with, so I avoided meeting him in person even though we shared a lot of the same fetish interests. He finally asked me out and I relented, and just like so many others I made Kyle wait a long time before we had sex. But sex with Kyle was different. Unlike every other guy I’d been with, he never asked for a condom and I never asked him to put one on. From the first time he fucked me and filled me with his cum I knew I would never go back to condoms. During Kyle and I’s almost 4-year relationship we both remained active in the fetish community, attending events like MAL and IML, maintaining profiles on Recon, and having playtime with other kinky guys (almost always unprotected). Kyle introduced me to his fetishes, which included fisting, and he started stretching my hole to try to fist me. During this time, I met a guy named Ryan on Recon, and he introduced me to the site that would change my life for good: Breeding Zone. At first I only read the General Bareback section, and the stories were enough to get me off. However, I always saw the Bug Chasing and Chem Sex sections staring back at me, though I couldn’t bring myself to read them. Things changed once Ryan sent me a link to a story on Breeding Zone in the Gift Giving section, despite my misgivings on the topic I read the story and I was more turned on than I had been in years. I was hooked. At first I read the Gift Giving stories, but I eventually graduated to the Chem Sex stories which turned me on even more. I had introducted Kyle to Breeding Zone as well, and he knew I was turned on by these stories, but we ended our relationship before we could explore them. After my breakup with Kyle I wasn’t feeling as prudish, but I knew deep down that I had turned into a bug chaser, so I avoided sex for quite a while. Finally, I knew that wasn’t a long term solution, and PrEP was becoming more widely available, so I went to my doctor and got a prescription. I took it dutifully for over 2 years, but deep down I knew I still hungered for a poz guy to own my hole. Separately, I had also been trying to take a fist since I was with Kyle, and since poppers weren’t enough for me to open up, I was convinced I was going to need chemical assistance to take my first fist. Enter Pup, a very sexy, poz, mid-30’s friend of mine. Pup and I started chatting on Scruff right around the same time I began taking PrEP, when I was finally more comfortable chatting with poz guys. Pup was partnered at the time and undetectable, which made me feel safe even though it was just chat, and we developed a good long distance friendship (he lives in a southern state almost 1,000 miles away from me). Last year he told me that he and his partner had split, but the more interesting thing to me was that Pup was into fisting, and he informed me that he had gotten into PNP. I told him about my frustration with not being able to take a fist, and he assured me that PNP would allow my hole to open up once and for all. However, he also informed me that if I played with him he only slammed. Regardless of this fact I knew I had to try it. He also made sure that I knew he was positive, and there was still a small possibility that I could be infected if we played. I assured him I was aware of the risks and I was fine with them. Pup and I chatted for months about meeting, and we finally agreed in January of this year on a date: Easter weekend. I was nervous but I knew that I needed to meet him. I genuinely liked the guy and he was going to help me fulfill my fisting desires. I made sure I was clear with him ahead of time that I only was going to PNP to get fisted, and he agreed. Other than that we didn’t discuss too many particulars of what our weekend together would entail. I got on a plane after work on the Thursday before Easter and flew to his city, and took an Uber to his apartment. He had a friend of his let me into the apartment, and he gave me some instructions to prepare for the weekend. I followed his instructions, but once he got home I think he could tell I was nervous, so we agreed to hold off on PNP until the next day so we could get to know each other better. We went to a sex toy store and picked up some supplies, and then he fucked me before we passed out for the night. The next day we had a short conversation about limits. “How do you feel about having other guys join us? I have another guy that wants to fuck you.”, he told me. “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that just yet. It’s a fantasy of mine, but I’m really just here to take my first fist.”, I replied. “How about we play it by ear?”, he asked. “That works for me.” “What are you most concerned about with slamming, boy?” “I just want to make sure I get sleep, and that I take my PrEP.” “I’ll make sure you get sleep, boy, but your PrEP is your responsibility”, he responded, quickly ending the exchange. After that he told me it was time to slam, and he explained the entire process of what was happening as he fixed our slams. “Get your phone out, boy. You’re going to want this on video.” “Are you sure? I’m not sure I want this on my phone.” “Trust me, in a few minutes you won’t care, and you’re going to want to watch this later.” Though I was hesitant I agreed to record it. I was so nervous I was already tingling all over as he tied the tourniquet around my arm and prepared to insert the needle. “This is just a small slam, .20.”, he explained as he showed me his own slam for comparison, which contained over twice as much. “Get the camera ready, boy.” I started recording. I saw the register, the red tinged liquid disappeared, and he snapped the tourniquet off of my arm. What followed was unlike anything I’d experienced in my life up until that moment. Most people on here describe a warm feeling after a slam, for me it felt opposite. It felt like a chill was spreading throughout my body (but in the best possible way) and Pup took my phone from me to film my reaction. I was euphoric beyond my own comprehension, and had trouble even forming words for a few minutes. Suddenly my inhibitions had melted away. Pup started questioning me. “What do you want, boy?” “I want to take my first fist”, I answered. Pup shut off my phone and kept asking me questions. “You want me to invite some other guys to try out your hole, boy?” “You can invite anyone you want, Sir.” “You haven’t earned the right to call me Sir, call me Pup.”, he growled. I stammered an apology, and he asked a few more questions that are kind of fuzzy to me now. But then he asked a question I didn’t expect, and that I’ll never forget, “You’re a bugchaser, aren’t you, boy? You want to get pozzed this weekend?” To be continued…

After I graduated from college at the end of my senior year I embarked on what is easily the most boring road trip of all time. I had to drive my little car, from Orlando where I went to school all the way up to Rockledge, Illinois where my parents lived. I was transporting my books, papers and clothing, having sold the rest of my stuff on craigslist. So now was in my compact car full of boxes heading northward. I had decided to do the drive in three days instead of two like I had done when I moved to college, and so I spent the first night in Atlanta in a shitty hotel on the ring road. What with packing and graduating and the parties and everything I was completely exhausted by the time I got to the hotel that night, and promptly passed out right after dinner. Now being 22, 5’11” and 150lbs with short brown hair, a tight smooth swimmers body I tended to attract a lot of attention from men, a fact that I took full advantage of. During my four years at college I had gotten used to getting fucked at least five nights a week if not every night, and to be honest usually by a different guy each night. By the time I reached my hotel on the second night in Effingham, Illinois it was four days sense I had last been fucked and I was climbing the walls. I was already on Grindr before I got in the lobby of the hotel, rolling my suit case behind me. I walked up to the counter and gave the guy my name without looking at him, it wasn’t until he asked to see my ID that I looked up from scrolling through trolls and looked at him. He was reasonably handsome although older then I normally go for, he looked to be about thirty-five, sandy blond hair, broad shoulder, and a powerfully built frame. He took my Driver’s license, typed in whatever information he needed from it, and then handed me a key card without saying much of anything. “Alright Mr. Martin, you’re all set. Room 115, just down this hall, last room on the left.” He pointed down the hallway just past the counter and smiled a broad toothy smile. I took the car and nodded, heading back down the hallway, my attention already back on Grindr. The room was larger then I expected, with a nice queen sized bed at one end with a tv on a rotating stand across from it. An archway separated the bed at the far end of the room from the little sitting area composed of a single couch and a coffee table with a lamp and the bathroom. I dropped my suitcase next to the bed got out my laptop and sat down on the little couch. While I waited for my computer to boot up and connect to the hotel Wi-Fi I scrolled to the top of Grindr and refreshed the page. A new profile appeared right next to mine, one of those headless torso pictures. I don’t normally pay much attention to headless torsos, I usually think “what are you trying to hide,” but I was getting desperate so I clicked. He didn’t have his distance shown but he had to be close. The enlargement of his picture was hot though, showing not just his well-built blond haired chest but his flat stomach and deep pelvic v that made my mouth water a little. He listed no stats, which is normally another red flag for me, but I was so horny and he was one of the few decent looking guys from what I could see in a twenty mile radios so I clicked the message icon. Hey what’s up? I opened adam4adam on my computer and changed my city view to Effingham hoping to have better luck there. A few moments later my phone buzzed. I pulled Grindr back up and found a message from the headless torso. Just working. How are you? Alright. Just got into town. Bored n horny. I responded. His reply came before I put my phone down. This town sucks for guys. I’m always horny as fuck. LOL. Any more pics? He responded with a picture of a long fat cock nestled in a thick bush of light brown pubes a thin sliver of well toned abs and a thick blondish treasure trail visible at the bottom of the picture. Damn that’s a hot fucking cock. How big are you? Again his response came before I could put my phone down. 8.5 and thick. What are you into kid? Bottom, the rest is up for grabs. Nice, send me a pic of your ass. I pulled one up quickly on Grindr’s photo log and sent it. Hot. Face pic? I asked. This time his response took longer. In fact it didn’t come at all. Fucking flake, I thought, and pulled up some porn on my computer. I checked Grindr every once in a while is I jerked off and fingered my hole but he didn’t reply back for over an hour. Just as I was thinking I should just finish off and go to bed my phone buzzed again. It was a message for the headless torso who was still the closet guy to me. So you wanna get fucked tonight kid? Yeah. But I need to see a face pic. I sent back. A few moments later there was a knock on the door. I looked at the clock on my computer; it was ten o’clock at night, who the hell was knocking on the door. Shifting my boner so that it was tucked up into my waistband where it was mostly unnoticeable I walked over to the door. When I opened it I found the tall blond from the front desk standing there. He looked even bigger no that he wasn’t behind his desk, I noticed how broad his shoulders were and how massive his pecs appeared to be through the shirt. He looked like a beefy farm hand from a 1970’s porno. “You wanted a face pic?” I heard for the first time a slight country twang in his low voice. “What,” I stammered. “You said you needed to see a face pic before I got to pound that sweet ass of yours well here it is.” He was the headless torso, the front desk guy that I had barely glanced at when I came into the hotel. “Look I’m not really supposed to do stuff like this but I just got off my shift, so can I come in before the night shift guy sees me?” “Fuck, yeah, sure.” I said hurriedly. The massive hulk of a farm hand walked quickly into the room and I shut the door behind him. He smiled that broad toothy smile again and said, “Well I trust you like what you see.” “Yeah, you’re hot.” “Good, then why don’t you strip boy and show me that hot ass.” I pulled my t-shirt off, my heart pounding. I had had quick Grindr hookups before but never had I had a guy show up at my door without my having really invited him over and start to give me instructions. I hesitated for a moment before dropping my briefs and kicking them off. I now stood completely naked in front of the front desk clerk of the hotel I was staying in while he rubbed his boner through his trousers. “I’m Will,” he said and unbuttoned his shirt. His headless torso picture hadn’t been a lie, his body looked even better then in the picture. Now that I could see his perfectly round small brown nipples up close, and that thick blond hair, his bushy pits, the heavily veined and muscled arms I felt weak at the knees. “I’m Tyler,” I answered him, as he undid his belt and dropped his trousers a slightly yellowed jockstrap straining to contain his swelling cock. “Why don’t you get on your knees and suck my cock before we work it up your sweet ass.” He said rubbing his chest with one hand. I didn’t need to be told twice and quickly feel to my knees in front of him. I licked his cock head through his dirty jock tasting the salty taste of old sweat and piss on the fabric. This guy was a pig and I loved it. He brought the hand that wasn’t busy tweeking his own nipples down on the back of my head to hold me in place and moaned, “Go on and get my cock out boy.” I moved his jock aside and the fat mushroom headed cock he had sent me a picture of sprung out accompanied by two large cum laden balls. Not wasting another second I opened wide and swallowed his cock head. Will groaned pushing me down further, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. I gobbled as much of his cock as I could down into my mouth feeling it hit the back of my throat too soon. For a few minutes Will tried to force his cock further down my throat before pulling out and instructing me to lay on the bed with my head hanging off the edge. I had heard this command before and knew what was coming. I got up onto the bed and lay with my head off the end my mouth already open. “Good slut, you’re gonna get the pounding you need just wait.” He slid his cock into my open mouth and using the leverage and angle of my throat to his advantage began to throat fuck me, forcing his cock down my throat making me gag occasionally. Will pounded away as if my mouth were an ass, and I thought that if he fucked me half as hard as he was fucking my mouth I would be set for a week. Spit and precum dripped out of the corners of my mouth as he pounded my face, his balls slapping against my nose. I heard his breathing change and noticed that his balls were retracting slightly. Shit, I thought, he’s going to cum and not be able to fuck me. Just as I thought that his cock throbbed hard in my mouth and began to rocket cum down my throat. He pulled out till his head rested in my mouth shooting his load onto my tongue. It tasted sweet and salty just like his jock. Slowly he pulled out of my mouth and stepped back. I rolled over and looked at him a little sadly, he just smiled and said, “That wasn’t my only load kid, I haven’t even gone soft yet.” It was true his cock was still hard as a rock. “Lay on the bed normal will yah,” he instructed. I flipped around so my head was resting on the pillows laying on my back and he climbed onto the bed with me. Will moves so quickly I didn’t notice it happen, he suddenly was between my slightly parted legs his strong muscular hairy body over mine as he bent down to kiss me. He forced is tongue into my mouth and I quickly opened up for him. He pressed his chest against mine as we kissed, this was more tender and passionate then he had been. I didn’t really notice that he was slowly spreading his knees forcing my legs apart, in fact I didn’t notice what he was doing until he had managed to get my legs spread wide and his hands holding my hips as he rubbed his cock up and down my crack while he kissed me. I groaned into his mouth as he worked his cock closer and closer to my hole. Eventually I felt his warm wet cock head, slick with spit and more precum, press against my hole. He kept his mouth pressed to mine as he rubbed his cock more forcefully against my pucker. His kissing became rougher, more fanatic, and I was so distracted my his quick moving tongue that I completely forgot about his cock pressing against my hole until I suddenly felt his head press into my hole stretching my sphincter across it’s bulbous form. “Wait,” I gasped, feeling his cock sliding a little deeper into my hole, “I have condoms in my bag.” He pulled away from my a little so he could look me square in the face, still pressing his cock into my quivering hole, “I only fuck raw kid. You want this cock you take it as it is.” I hesitated, and he kept thrusting his fat cock into my hole, stretching me wide. I felt his cock head brush against my prostate and gasped, “Please fuck me,” I moaned. “Good boy,” he slid in the rest of the way, my dry hole pulling a little as he did. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, this stranger this man I had never met before was fucking me raw. Up until that moment I had only let my first boyfriend fuck me raw. I had forgotten how good a bare cock felt inside of me, but I hadn’t even asked his status. I was so conflicted between the values and rules I had set for myself, the risks I understood, and the insane amounts of pleaser that this man’s raw cock slowly pulling out of my hole was giving me. “Are you NEG,” I asked quietly. Will laughed, and said, “Doesn’t matter now, your hole’s full of my precum. I leak like a faucet you’ve seen that already.” It was true, when he had been throat fucking me I was astonished by the amount of precum he dripped in my mouth at times it had felt like almost a constant stream. “Do you want me to stop boy?” He flexed his cock inside of me as he spoke. When I hesitated he flexed his cock again pressing against my prostate and I gasped, “No, fuck me. Please, I need to get fucked so bad.” He smiled at me and started to slip in and out of my ass faster, his precum quickly lubing my hole for him. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the euphoria of having my hole used by this massive hulk of a man. Will pushed my legs into my chest giving himself more leverage to fuck down into my hole. I felt drops of sweat dripping onto me as his face and chest started to glisten. His breathing became erratic and I felt his thrust getting rougher he was going to cum in me, I could tell. After a few moments though his breathing returned to normal and he went pack to pounding me deep. “Man you hole feels so good on my raw cock,” he said, emphasizing the word raw as if reminding me of the choice I had made. I loved getting fucked, and I had had a lot of great tops but his cock did feel better inside of me. He was giving me more pleasure then I had had in a long time. My whole body seemed to be tingling, alive with electricity and my lust for Will and his cock grew. His breathing started to get ragged again as he long dicked me, pulling his cock completely out of my hole before slamming it back in to my now gaping sphincter. “I’m gonna cum soon,” he grunted on one of his body rocking inward thrusts. “Where do you want it,” he asked on the withdrawal. I thought for a moment, but I had already decided when I thought he was going to cum before that if I was getting raw fucked that I was at least going to get the reward. “In my hole, I want you to cum inside me.” “You sure?” “Yes, dump a load in me.” “I knew you were a slut bottom when I first saw you,” he said in one quick breath as he slammed into me again and unleashed his second load of the night into my twitching rectum. His cock throbbed as he came and we both held perfectly still. I realized that I was holding my breath after a moment, and just as he finished cuming we both exhaled slowly. We breathed together for a few long slow breaths before Will flexed his cock inside of me again and began to slowly fuck his cock into me again. “You can go again,” I said, surprised. He put his hands on my thighs pressing them into my chest, pinning me to the bed, “There’s plenty more POZ cum where that came from.” “POZ!” I almost shouted trying to push him off. “What are you trying to push me off for kid, you’ve already got two POZ loads in that sweet hole of yours and about a gallon of precum.” “Two,” I said with tears in my eyes. “Yeah I came in you once but just kept fucking.” So he had cum that first time. His cock brushed my prostate again as I struggled and I felt the euphoria wash over me. “I’m gonna cum at least three more times tonight,” he went on, “and they are all going in this hot little ass of yours one way or another.” He flexed his cock, “So we can either do this the easy way or,” another flex of his cock, “the hard way. What do you say kid, you wanna take these loads like the good slut I know you are or am I going to have to make you take them.” I was panting from his slow fucking and flexing his cock against my prostate, it took me no time to think of my answer. “Fuck your loads into me. I want everything you can give me.” After a few long moments he bent low and kissed me, wrapping his arms around my body. Then he reared back, and swinging his legs out, flipped us both over so that he was now laying flat on his back and I was sitting astride him with his still hard cock in my ass. “How about you milk the next one from my cock.” I rode his cock till he unloaded inside of me again, and then he flipped me over doggy style. After that it was a blur as he pounded my hole all around the hotel room, sometimes bending me over the little sofa or pressing me up against the door. Five loads later we passed out on the bed his cock still buried deep inside my now leaking, puffy, fuck battered hole. The next morning I awoke to the feeling of Will sliding his cock, which had slipped out during the few hours sleep that we got when it finally went down, back into my hole. I pressed my ass back against his cock, having completely given myself over to him and his toxic loads. He sank balls deep and holding onto my hips kept me still as he kissed the back of my neck. I suddenly felt a huge warmth inside of me and realized that Will was pissing inside of my ruined hole. I had heard about people doing this but always thought it way too extreme but now that I felt the flood of piss warming my guts is wondered how I ever could have thought so. “Good slut,” he said when he had finished peeing, “now go and let all that out in the bathroom and then ill give you one more load for the road.” He kissed the back of my neck again and spanked my ass cheek as he pulled out. I quickly clenched my hole not wanting any of the warm liquid to escape and shuffled off to the bathroom. I couldn’t believe how much piss was inside of me when I sat down on the toilet and let my ass relax. It was like a never-ending flood. When at last my hole was empty I got up to flush and was surprised when I looked in the yellow water that there was no cum mixed in. My body had absorbed all of that POZ cum while I slept. My heart pounded in fear but my cock was hard as a rock. Knowing that there was only one thing to do I went back to the bed where Will was laying on his back stroking his fat cock and mounted his dick in one swift move. Will actually gave me three more loads that morning and I arrived at my parents house after four more hours of driving with my hole still feeling wet and slick. That night despite my parent’s objections I told them I was going into Chicago to see friends. When I got off the train in Boys Town for the first time in my life I walked I crossed the street and walked right into Steamworks. I paid for a locker, got my towel and spent the rest of the night taking any cock that came my way. I’ve already taken almost a dozen POZ loads, I told myself, so what does it matter what loads I take now. THE END

I had just moved and after a long few days of heavy lifting, unpacking, rearranging and organizing I was feeling the need to unwind. I arranged with a couple of friends to go out and let off a bit of steam as it had been ages since we had all been dancing and drinking together. My boyfriend had decided that he just wanted to chill at home and that was fine by me, I could use some independent time. Saturday night finally came and I put on my usual attire, white t-shirt and jeans…I was never one for getting really dressed up especially since I intended on dancing the night away. I’m 5’10 and had honed my body to a lean and muscular swimmers frame. My friends all wanted to go to the city’s only gay club as it had better music. I don’t usually like the gay scene, I find it too fruity and I was much more of a guys guy, but I went along anyway. The night kicked off with dinner and drinks before we descended the stairs to the club and the usual heat and dark lighting invaded my senses immediately. I made my way to the bar and was met with a crowd of very young camp partiers and the older guys who were hanging out watching the scene. I got a few looks, eyes moving up and down my body, sizing me up. I ignored the glances and ordered my drink before heading off to find my group. A couple of straight mates had joined my girlfriends for the evening, undoubtedly trying to hook up with them, and I felt more at ease in their company than the throng gay guys crowding the terrace. The night wore on and we headed to the dance floor, just a big group goofing around, laughing and joking as the beats throbbed through our bodies. A guy I didn’t know had joined the group on an invite from my friend Melissa. He was a muscular, good looking guy and a surprisingly good dancer. He was putting the moves hard on Mel, so we all gave them a bit of space as they ground against one another on the dance floor, not wanting to interrupt the public foreplay in which they were engaged. Time flew past under the strobe lighting and gradually my group whittled down with my mates heading off at different times to go to other clubs and try their luck with the ladies. My girlfriends were all starting to head towards the door at about 3am. I decided to stay on as I had bumped into a few people I knew. Mel and the guy were off in a dark corner as I stayed on the dance floor. A couple of guys moved a bit closer and I ended up dancing with them, they were good guys and I told them I had a boyfriend so we just had fun gyrating to the music. A little while later Mel popped up and said in my ear that she was done. I asked her how it had gone with the guy and she said he had tried to get her to go off with him but she knew from experience that drunk guys are a dud lay so she declined. I kissed her on the cheek and we said our good-byes. At that time, guys around me were getting a bit handsy, moving closer and closer, their hands edging under my sweat drenched t-shirt. Even with a few drinks in me I knew it was time to go and politely extricated myself from the situation. I left the club and thought about grabbing a taxi but as it was only a few kilometres to my new place I decided to walk off the tipsyness I felt. I headed off in the homeward direction and a few hundred metres up the road I found the guy Mel had fobbed off sitting on the curb, he seemed pretty wasted, but he waved at me and I stopped. “Just heading home,” I said, “You ok man, need help getting a taxi?” “Na, was gonna walk home, I’m just across the park,” he pointed across the parklands towards the main road. “Cool man, am headed that way myself, let’s get you up.” I held my hand out to help him up. A firm grip met it and I hauled him to his feet. He was a big guy, mid thirties, 6’2 and had a physical labourer body, masculine and assured. We strolled down the road and, in between swigs of beer, he started talking about my hot girlfriend Mel and how hard he’s been trying to get with her. I laughed and said, “Get in line bud.” I knew I probably shouldn’t have but I wasn’t thinking clearly. “Waddaya mean? She giving it up to other guys?” he slightly slurred, he seems quite peeved at the idea. “No idea bud, but there are plenty of guys after her I would image,” I said trying to diffuse his annoyance. We crossed a main road and headed along the path through the parklands. I quickened my pace as it got a bit chillier in the dense foliage. “Na man, I reckon u know. She sluttin round while prick teasin me?!” it was a question and a statement at the same time. I moved slightly away, “Like I said mate I dunno anything, I haven’t seen her in ages and didn’t talk much to her tonight,” all of which was true. He adjusted himself in his jeans, “I’m so bloody hard for her man, and she was all over me, kept me boned all night and then she split.” He kept kinda rambling to himself about how much of a cock tease she is and how he was gonna give it to her good. I laughed a bit, “Yeh girls can be like that”. He rambled a annoyed agreement, still adjusting himself through his pant leg, “Yer girls are teases,” this comment more audible and coherent. The path had gone from paving to just dirt as we passed through the maze of trees leading to the big oval. Suddenly, in a quick movement knocked me over onto the grass. I fell to the side, narrowly missing hitting my head on the trunk of a tree. Sprawled on the ground I looked up at him. His broad shoulders obscured what little light there was in the thick bunch of trees and he towered menacingly above me, a glower on his face. “Girls are teases, but guys are easy.” My heart raced, and I went to get up, “What the f…” my words cut off as I moved my weight from my side and rolled to my hands and knees to push myself upright again, as a great weight pressed on my back and a hand yanked at the back of my jeans. “Hey, get the fuck off me maannnnn…” my words became muffled as the weight moved from my back to my neck and my face was pressed into the grass. The guy pushed my head hard and I felt the heat of his torso through my sweaty top. “Yeh guys are real easy,” he muttered into my ear, his body pressed over the back of mine. In a swift, rough movement my jeans tore and were yanked down to my bent knees by a very strong grip. I heard the sound of a zipper sliding down. “That lil bitch may not be taking it tonight, but you won’t b so lucky.” I struggled to free myself, pushing up with all my strength, my muscles straining. But he was much stronger with all of his weight bearing down on me. He chuckled a bit, “I like a struggle. Saw you teasing those guys on the dance floor tonight. You’re just like your bitch friend. Fucking tease!! You like a big raw cock? Bet u do! If you don’t, you’re taking mine anyway,” his deep voice was laced with aggression. “Please…” I started. “Begging for it already…knew you were a slut!” Spit hit my crack and slid down to my hole, one, two, three gobs. “That’s all your getting boy!” he stated as his muscular legs pressed against the inside of my thighs and pushed them wider apart, my jeans digging hard into my knees before giving way and sliding a further down my calves, my legs parting wider. I felt a great heat, like a hot iron rest along my crack. It felt like it was branding me. “Don’t…” I muttered into the grass, my head still roughly held there. “Too late bitch,” he sneered before his hips moved slightly backward then shoved brutally forward. My hole clenched, but his big slab pushed harder. I felt his leg muscle contract even more and he rammed hard. My eyes snapped wide as I felt my hole rip open around his giant head. My breathing became ragged and I went to cry out in absolute agony when a big hand snaked around my cheek and clamped firm over my mouth. My cry not heard, the rest of his monster was forced up my tearing chute, fast and hard. I couldn’t relax, every muscle in me tensed and my hole was spasmed firmly shut, as he drove the entire shaft into me to the hilt, burying himself pubes deep with sheer brute strength. I felt the cold scratch of the zipper being forced close to my hole as he laughed at my struggles and pain. “Urggh, fuck yeh, tight lil fucker aren’t ya! Bet ur boyfriend doesn’t fuck ya like this.” His hips retreated, removing the solid mass from deep in my gut, until I was almost empty, then firing back into my torn hole. “Yeh, ya need a real man fucking ya…come on” hand still clamp over my mouth he moved his other hand to grip my shoulder and pulled. My hole tore even more as his rod pushed deeper into my gut. I cried out into his palm as the veins in my neck strained. “Look at ya, bent over with a man’s cock up shoved up your ass, and you love it, don’t ya? Pretending to be a man, but I’m the man!” he shoved again for emphasis. “Can’t fuck a girl rough like this, but guys love it. They take it anyway I like! You sick bitch!” My ripped hole spasmed involuntarily,“Oh FUCK!” he yelled, obviously liking the feeling. He released my mouth and grabbed a fistful of hair as he started laying into my hole, pulling my head back and pushing down on the middle of my back, almost breaking me in two, repeatedly lodging himself as deep as he could go. He started building up a real pace, his big arms flexing and holding on tighter and stronger. My entire body was rocking, “Make me feel good slut, keep it tight, make me feel good.” He shoved a few fingers into my mouth, gagging me, as he pushed my legs painfully further apart. My ass clenched at the pain and he let out an “ah” while driving even deeper. “Oh yeh that’s it, make daddy feel good. Milk the dick. Yeh. So tight! Yeh. Squeeze my shaft. Yeh. You like my big dick ey? Ahhh” I grunted in response, pain searing through me as I was impaled again on his raw shaft, “You fucking love it!” I heard his words through perfect ears, along with my grunts, trying to take the rough spit fuck, my vision, distorted by tears. I felt like an arm had been shoved up inside me, the guy was huge and thick. “Getting close fag”, he grunted and pushed down on my back harder and gripped my hair tighter. He leaned over, his abs pressing into my lower back, so his lips were close to my ear, his hot breath moving over my cheek. “like this bitch, don’t ya? Like my ten incher, raping you..You fuckin lil fag, been gaggin’ for it all night! Man, your hole is tight, gonna get me off soon. Needa empty my balls. Gonna load you up pussy, take a real man’s load! You want my jizz, fucker?” I didn’t reply, couldn’t reply, I could barely breathe from the pain. “Answer me boy! You want my swimmers?!” he rammed his hips hard and rough as he said it, his thick shaft scraping along my insides. “Tell me!” He flung his hefty arm around my neck, bicep flexing as he squeezed, cutting off my air.” “I want it,” I squeaked, desperate for breathe. “Louder, whore…what do you want?” His muscular arm relaxed a little from around my neck so I could responded, “I want your big load,” “Where?” “Inside me, shoot it up my gut,” I felt sick, but I wanted it to end. He laughed, moved his arm and gripped my hair again. “Time to get you pregnant bitch!” He slapped my firm ass, making me flinch and my hole contracted as he completely withdraw then pushed me down and slammed the entire length back into me, putting his considerable weight behind his last thrust and taking all the air from my lungs. He bellowed a deep growl, “Take every drop cunt! Take the breed!” and with that I felt his cock swell and pump his cream into my gut, his grip tightened on my hips and his fingers dug painfully into my flesh as every muscles in his body tense violently. Huffing and grunting I counted 5, 6, 7 spurts, before he shoved again and collapsed over my back, his abs heaving, sweat pouring off his brow. He pushed himself up, still breathing hard and yanked his dick out of my still clenched hole with a pop. Standing up easily while I was prone on the ground, still in pain, he hefted his dick and put it back in his jeans. I rolled to my side, “Catch ya slut!” he offered as he turned and swaggered off into the thick of trees and out of sight.

The Freshman 10 – My watch said 10:45 p.m. and that was about all I could see except for the granite counter top on the island in Mr. Durant’s kitchen as he slid his long, raw, black dick, up my ass. Just six hours ago I was running late for my last class, on the last day of my first week at the University of Maryland (UMD), in College Park, Maryland. While the school was not quite as far away from my family down on the Eastern Shore as I might have wanted, the Robert H. Smith School of Business at UMD was one of the best, so I promised mom and dad I would ‘come home often’ – yeah right – and they agreed to pay for school. Breathlessly I opened the door to the class, heard the professor’s booming voice, and slunk into an empty seat in the back row where I was greeted with a warm smile and the most amazing eyes by the guy sitting beside me. I could barely focus on what the professor was saying as I kept glancing at my classmate, his light brown skin, his strong jaw line, the way he sat a little forward in his seat paying attention while lightly tapping his pencil on his notebook. Flashes of our naked bodies pressed together crowded my mind, my dick strained against my jeans, and I missed most of what the professor said. Class ended, and as I was gathering up my things to leave my new classmate held out his hand, smiled and said, “Hi, I’m Kevin, Kevin Durant.” I blinked real fast, realized I was taking too long to reply, grabbed his hand and shook it too vigorously as I said all flustered, “Hi, nice to meet you,” and then I dropped my cell phone. “Fuck,” I said as I shook my head, slammed my books down and almost bumped into Kevin’s head as we both went to bend down to grab the phone. Kevin laughed, he got there first, handed my phone back to me and said, “I think it’s OK. Hey, if you’re done for the day I’m happy to share my notes with you on what you missed. I live close by so we can go by my place or just hang out on campus, whatever you prefer.” I almost dropped my phone again but managed to say, “Your place would be GREAT – um, that’s cool, yeah.” Oh God. I sounded like a complete idiot. Kevin said we would take his car, which was good as I was not sure I could find mine without poring over my map and looking stupid, and as we walked we made small talk, realized we were both in the same business program and had almost all of our classes together. Unlike my hand-me-down Volvo, Kevin had a tricked out and brand new Cadillac ELR sports coupe with a red paint job that made it simmer. We hopped in, Kevin banged on the steering wheel a couple of times and smiled with pride, “Just love that new car smell. Had to work fucking hard for this. My dad bought it for me, but he’s a fucking task master like you wouldn’t believe.” As the car revved up and we took off, I eased back in the high-grain leather seats and did not know I would soon come to find that out for myself. A short drive later we pulled up to a nice size house that had a few other cars in the driveway and only then did I think Kevin may still live with his parents. I had just assumed he was in a student house like me. Kevin led me around back, through a side door, and into a large apartment in the lower level. “Go on, make yourself comfortable, I got to piss,” Kevin said. I set my stuff down and wandered around his living room looking at pictures on the wall, then to his bookshelves and noted he liked to read sci-fi, which I did too. I then started thumbing through his DVD collection and about shit myself when I came across an entire shelf of porn – not just any porn – gay porn! My hands shook as I pulled one out. Damn! My parents would have skinned me alive if I had anything like that at my house – Jesus! Kevin came back out and saw what I was looking at before I could put it back on the shelf. He smiled, “Oh man, that is like my favorite one! You seen it before? Wait, what about this one? Seen that one?” I could only shake my head and hope Kevin did not notice the bulge in my pants. We sat down at the table, Kevin grabbed a couple sodas, and we started to review the info I had missed. Shit, this class was going to be intense, but Kevin said we could study together and that made me feel better. Once we finished, Kevin stood up, “Come on upstairs. I’ll introduce you to my old man. He works from home, has a technology consulting firm, pretty cool shit.” Kevin bounded up the stairs and I raced to keep up. The house was pretty impressive, but nothing like his dad. Kevin’s father was standing by a window looking out at his back lawn while speaking to someone on his blue tooth phone headset. His dress shirt was cut tight and I could see thick, hard nipples on his firm chest. The dress pants he wore showed the muscular curves of his ass and when he turned, I paused as I took in the long curve of his dick running down his right leg. He was a much bigger version of Kevin, taller, thicker, his skin several shades darker. His hair was cut tight, his face clean, and the gold rings and watch attested to his success. Kevin quietly started to point to various awards and things on the wall as he father finished his call and when he was done, he pulled the blue tooth out of his ear, walked over, gave Kevin a big hug then about broke my hand as he grabbed it, shook it hard and said, “You’re a friend of Kevin’s? Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. Come on in, take seat, so what are you boys up to?” I followed Kevin’s lead, sat down, and listened as Kevin reported to his dad all he had been up in the past 24-hours. His dad asked me a few questions about where I was from, my family, and then made his apologies as he had to take another call. On the way back to Kevin’s apartment downstairs we stopped and he pointed to several pictures on the wall. “That’s my mom,” he said in a voice laced with sadness. “She passed away a few years ago, so it’s just my dad and I now.” One last stop at a restaurant size fridge and Kevin asked, “Want some beer?” I was not 21 yet but said, “Yeah, OK, sure.” We got back downstairs, Kevin opened the bottles, we sat down on the couch, he then got up, pulled out the DVDs, found the porn I had looked at earlier and before I could say a word popped it in and started it up. He smiled, “You’ll love this! Oh wait, I never asked, sorry man, do you like guys even or girls or what?” Kevin was so open, calm, and relaxed about his sexuality and the fact that he did not act like the stereotype of a gay person that I had been raised with made it all the more disarming. I flushed a bit, looked away, then said, “I like guys I guess – I mean I like girls – but I like guys in that way – like that – but I’ve not had a lot of...” Kevin set his hand on my leg, squeezed it reassuringly, and said, “Really man? I guess I forget how lucky I have been. My mom and dad were supportive from the moment they knew when I was about 13. They knew before I did really, but they waited for me to catch up and when I did, they were there with love and support. Your parents don’t know?” I laughed nervously, “Fuck no! My mother would think I’ve been possessed by some evil creature and my father would then try to beat it out of me. No.” Kevin squeezed my thigh again, then surprised me as he leaned over, kissed my cheek, smiled and said, “Well then its good we met up right? No pressure here dude, but I have to admit I think you’re cute as fuck and going over the class notes was not the only reason I wanted to hang out.” Kevin then set his beer bottle on the coffee table, took mine out of my hand and set it on the table as well, leaned in and this time when he kissed me it was on the lips and I kissed him back. I leaned back on the couch as Kevin half laid on me, half on the couch, our hands exploring, our lips caressing. I paused and pushed at him a little, “What about your dad?” I asked. “He’s right upstairs!” Kevin chuckled, “Don’t worry. He’s cool. He won’t bother us. Anyways, he’s busy working.” A few more minutes of making out and I couldn’t take it anymore and finally reached down and grabbed Kevin’s hard bulge. He had been pressing it against my body and I ached to feel him and wanted to let him know. Kevin moaned, broke our kiss, stood up, pulled his shirt off, then did a slow-strip tease as he undid his pants, turned around, slowly pulled his shorts down, stepped out of clothes, then turned back so I could see him naked. Wow – fucking wow! That’s all I could think. His dick was rock hard, about 7 ½ inches long with a slight up curve on it. I sat up, leaned forward, and let him slide his hot dick in my mouth. I slowly worked my tongue around the head, up and down the shaft, then started to move my head back and forth trying to suck it like I had been taught by the one guy I had fucked around with back home. Kevin seemed to enjoy it and soon he held onto my shoulders, encouraging me to keep sucking, and I was lost in the feel of him in my mouth when suddenly he tensed and a river of cum started to flow from his dick. I gagged, tried to pull away, but Kevin held my head and said, “No, swallow, please, that feels so fucking good, please swallow it.” So I did, all the while realizing how much I loved the taste, and at the same time felt scared as I knew it was not a safe thing to do. Once Kevin was done, he leaned down, kissed me on the lips and ran his tongue into my mouth – “MMMM....luv the taste of a fresh load. Ever eat your own cum when you jerk off? I do all the time. I’m always so fucking horny and can cum several times a day, and eating it is just the best.” Kevin then plopped down on the couch and said, “OK, your turn,” with an evil glint in his eyes. I stood up, dropped my pants and clenched my jaw as Kevin swallowed my dick whole and began to work his tongue around. I shuddered, my thighs tensed, and I immediately blew my load his mouth and quickly started to apologize as Kevin sucked me dry, “I’m so sorry. That just felt so good, I couldn’t hold it at all, I’m...” Kevin looked up, ran his hand up my stomach, smiled and as he licked his lips said, “Chill man, it’s all good. I’ve got plenty more where mine came from and bet you do too?” I was not quite sure how to reply to that, but took the beer, sat back down, Kevin pulled my sneakers and pants off, and we leaned back on the couch watching the porn like nothing had happened – except our hard dicks twitching testified that we had been bad boys and probably would be some more. We barely finished another beer before we Kevin and I were a tangle of limbs on his bed, kissing, licking, fingering, squeezing, wrestling a bit to see who would be on top. Sex for me had always been a furtive, uptight, secretive thing and it was so fucking liberating to be with someone so free about it all and making it a joyous celebration! My balls felt like they were 3,000 feet underwater with how tight they were and the pressure to cum again was fucking intense as I tried to hold off. Kevin surprised me by jumping off his bed, getting flat on the floor, digging around a bit, then coming back up with a bottle of lotion held in his hand like the Olympic Torch. He squeezed some out onto two fingers, reached around, shoved his fingers in his own ass, sighed a little as he closed his eyes, pulled his fingers out, smiled at me and said, “You ready to fuck?” DAMN! While my mind tried to process that, my dick tried to pull away from my body to get to his hole. I was usually more of a bottom, but the thought of fucking Kevin right then was the only thing I wanted in the entire fucking world! I got off the bed, he got on his hands and knees, laid his chest forward, reached between his legs and started fingering his asshole. DAMN! I looked around for the condoms, and was starting to get onto the floor to look under the bed when Kevin turned, “Come on man, what’re you doing? My ass is PRIMED!” When I told him he replied, “Oh – forget that. I don’t have any. I’m on PREP.” I told Kevin, “I’m not sure what you mean,” and he smiled again, turned around and said, “It’s cool man. I take this pill everyday or whatever and I don’t have to worry about anything. I’m NEG and fuck raw all the time, shit totally works! I’ll set you up with my doctor, he’s cool as shit. You ready?” I eased into Kevin’s waiting ass and it felt better than I could have dreamed. His ass clamped down around my dick and literally stroked it. How’d he do that? I grabbed his hips and let Kevin push back and do the work as he was clearly more experienced than I was and once again I started to cum before I knew. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming in your ass!” I said in disbelief. Kevin banged back harder and when I tried to pull out he reached back, grabbed me and said, “No, I want every drop.” After the last drop was out Kevin pulled off my dick, jumped up with a big grin on his face and said, “OK, now your turn.” What? I couldn’t get fucked, I had just cum, but Kevin was already lubing up his dick and those eyes and that smile broke all resistance, so I assumed the position and about jumped out of my skin as Kevin pushed right in my ass and started pounding. “Please, wait, let me get used to it!” I pleaded. Kevin chuckled, “Naw, best way to take dick is to just TAKE IT!” I shifted my body and pushed back, pulled away as far as I could, shifted some more, and after a while, the pain and discomfort went away and all I felt was liquid gold. I don’t know how else to put it. It was just – well just fucking perfect and felt way fucking better than being fucked with a condom! Kevin was a man on mission and pounded me like a long distance runner – slow and steady with a sprint to the finish and then a SPLASH as he blew his cum inside my ass. OMG! That felt fucking amazing! I started to ease off when Kevin grabbed my hips and said, “Oh no man, I got another load for you, won’t take me long, not long at all – oh shit, oh fuck, here it is man – TAKE MY CUM!” My ass ate his cum up like it was manna from heaven, and after Kevin’s load was depleted, he slid out of my ass and once again our bodies became a tangle of limbs, tongues, hard dicks and now creamy holes. We made out for a while longer, then laying in each others’ arms we drifted off to sleep for a quick nap before waking up and starting all over again. I felt so comfortable with Kevin and was not all self conscious, or shy, or inhibited by what we were doing – surprised for sure – but it felt natural, right, and I knew I could get used to studying with him. I was on my hands and knees and Kevin was just about ready to fuck me again when his cell phone rang and by the ring tone he knew who it was, “Hang on,” he said, “That’s my dad.” As Kevin spoke with his dad I could tell something was up, and after he ended the call with a resigned, “Yes Sir,” I knew our fucking was done. “Dad said that the office called him, asked if I could come in. I’ve got this amazing internship with Lockheed Martin, thanks to my dad, and there’s some problem with the a new system we are working on and I have to go in for a while.” I got up and started to grab my clothes and shit when Kevin came, pulled me tight, gave me wet sloppy kiss and said, “Will you wait for me to get back? I’d really like you to stay.” I sort of didn’t have a choice as he was my ride and was actually glad he asked as I wanted to stay too, so I said, “Sure. I’ll just watch a movie or something if that’s ok?” Kevin laughed on his way in to the bathroom and called out, “Don’t watch the good ones without me!” I turned on the TV, started flipping through channels as I opened another beer and heard Kevin’s cell ring again. He came out of the bedroom, grabbed his keys and said, “My dad said there’s plenty of food upstairs in the fridge if you get hungry, so feel free to help yourself, have some more beer, whatever, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Two beers later and I was feeling buzzed and decided maybe I should grab something to eat. Kevin had been gone about an hour or so already, but he had not called yet, so I figured I might as well eat something. I nervously made my way upstairs to the main part of the house. The house was silent and dark, so I figured Mr. Durant had gone to bed early or out, so I quietly made my way to kitchen, opened the fridge door and was debating if I really wanted some food or another beer when I about jumped out of my skin as a voice behind me said, “Find what you need?” I turned around and about dropped the bowl of pasta I had grabbed as there was Mr. Durant, naked, with the biggest dick I had ever seen. “Umm…yeah...thanks.. I was just…Kevin….so I ….” Shit, I could barely breathe let alone speak as my eyes kept darting to his long, dark shaft, the foreskin hanging in a loose tip at the end and even soft, Mr. Durant was as big as Kevin – or me for that matter. Mr. Durant’s eyes narrowed, he stepped closer to me and I tried to back away but banged into the fridge door, he smiled, “So, you and Kevin getting along all right? If I know my son he probably gave you a couple loads didn’t he?” Fuck, I didn’t know what to say, I could never imagine talking to my dad about sex. My hands were shaking now as Mr. Durant calmly took the bowl of pasta, reached past me, set it back on the shelf in the fridge, his body pressing me against the open fridge door, which was not helping my nervousness at all. I started to slide to my left to get out of the way, but Mr. Durant’s arm snapped up, holding both the door and me in place as he casually reviewed the contents of the fridge. I could hear a clock ticking and realized I was holding my breath, too horny, scared, and confused to do anything else. Mr. Durant bent forward, shuffled a few things around on the shelves, stood back up, turned, and set a covered butter dish on the granite countertop of the big kitchen island. I was like a possum playing dead and did not move and stayed standing where I was against the open fridge door. Mr. Durant leaned past me again, this time pushing more of his weight against me as he grabbed the pasta bowl, a packet of what looked like meat from a butcher, and a wedge of cheese. He set these on the island, turned to me, smiled, and said, “Thank you, you may close the door now – on second thought, grab yourself a beer and open one for me too.” I could see where Kevin got his smile from now, straight from his father, as well as his lack of inhibitions, or self assuredness, or whatever the fuck it was. Mr. Durant flicked on a light over the island and another over the stove and then was opening the packet of meat, which I could see was some kind of sausage – the fancy kind you buy from butcher, and I set the opened beer bottle down just off to the side and took a long drink of mine. Mr. Durant then spoke, directing my attention to his culinary work, “Do you like sausage? See how this sausage meat is nice and dark, how it’s thicker here at the base, but only slightly as it tapers a little to the slight bend in the middle then gets thicker again at the end?” As he spoke my eyes instantly went to his dick, then back to him as I wondered which sausage he was speaking about? My eyes started to travel back to his dick, but afraid he would notice I forced myself with all my might to look back at his face as he dug three fingers into the cold stick of butter from the butter dish and began to rub them up and down the length of the sausage, stroking it as it lay on the counter. “It’s important to caress it in long strokes,” he said, “You need to work the flavor out, and to do that you have to have a little lubrication. Do you want to try?” I just shook my head, gulped some more beer and shockingly realized I had just downed a whole beer in nothing flat. I set the empty bottle on the counter and quickly grabbed another from the fridge as Mr. Durant continued preparing the food. Mr. Durant was speaking again, and this time when I looked up from staring at Kevin’s daddy’s dick, his eyes locked with mine, he smiled – fuck he knew! He stepped away from the stove, over to me, took the bottle out of my hand and set it out of reach on the island and was so close now his dick was just pressing against my navel area. I had to look up to see his face and his eyes now peering down at me. “It will take a while for the sausage to cook right, I got it at a low simmer, and when the flavor is ready to burst I’ll turn the heat full up until the juices pop.” I just nodded. Mr. Durant continued, “So, while that’s cooking, I think I could use a some bomb head and ass right about now and from the way you’ve been eyeing my sausage, I could think you could use something too.” I was still processing what he had just said - hsocked by his frankness - as his dick pushed against my body, stiffening, getting hard. I tried to take a step back, but Mr. Durant’s hands grabbed my shoulders and with a firm grip he began to push me down to make me kneel in front of him. “I can’t…I…Kevin should be back…and I…we…I don’t want…” Mr. Durant laughed as my knees hit the floor and his dick slid back and forth like pendulum on Big Ben across my face. “Shhh,” he ordered, “Kevin will not be back until the morning. The problem at Lockheed is bigger than he expects and I have made sure they will keep him busy until I tell them otherwise.” I looked up in confusion as Mr. Durant shifted his hips and his dick swung back and forth across my face again, this time striking me hard as it had stiffened and engorged and lengthened to a stunning degree. “The head can wait, you can nurse on it after,” Mr. Durant said. “Get back up and take your pants off.” I obeyed without question or pause – why was that? It just seemed right, natural, normal. When I did and stepped out of them, Mr. Durant bent down, picked them up, sniffed at the ass area, inhaled again, then smiled and let them drop. I was not wearing underwear so I knew he was smelling the remnants of his son’s loads up my ass. He then turned me, had me step the side so I was on the long mat that ran in front of the island, then he pushed my body forward against the cool granite of the island counter top, stepped behind me, and reached over to the right and pulled the opened butter dish towards him. I watched, knowing in my mind what he planned now as Mr. Durant used three fingers to scoop out a large glob of butter. A sharp intake of breath announced Mr. Durant’s fingers at my hole as he forced the cold glob of butter inside my ass. As he worked his middle finger into my ass he asked, “You’ve never taken a real big dick have you? I can tell. You’re so fucking tight, but don’t worry, I’ll take care of that, now stand still, let me warm this up for you.” Mr. Durant continued to finger my ass, shoving the butter further into me and churning it at the same time. Some of it began to run down my leg as it melted, but there was nothing I could do about that as my ass continued to get prepared. An arrow of fear pierced me as Mr. Durant leaned over, grabbed some more butter, and instead of sticking it in my ass he started to rub it along the his shaft, making his black skin shiny and the veins bulge as he slowly stroked his hand back and forth. I was truly scared now, there was no way I could take that dick! Mr. Durant grabbed the hand towel that was beside the butter dish, wiped his hand off, pushed me back down with his left hand then pressed it hard into my lower back to make me squat a little. Then holding the towel in his right hand, he adjusted the base of his dick and guided the head towards my waiting ass. A little more shifting of bodies and I could feel the thick head begin to push into my buttered up hole. I gasped, the muscles in my ass ring screamed in agony as Mr. Durant now tossed the towel onto the island and said, “I’ll go slow, I promise.” It sure didn’t feel that way as his dick pushed a little further and the scream now shifted from my ass to my throat – and caught – all that came out was a meek gurgle. “OH HELL YES – THAT PUSSY IS POPPED NOW,” Mr. Durant exclaimed as his dick head broke free of my ass ring and slid forward on its buttery trail. “I BET YOU NEVER IMAGINED THIS WAS THE FRESHMAN 10 YOU HAD TO WORRY ABOUT – POPPING YOU OPEN WITH MY 10 INCHES OF BLACK DICK, I WANT TO FEEL THAT AGAIN, FEEL THAT HOLE GO POP AROUND MY DICK – OH HELL YES!“ My head was resting on the back of my hand and I lifted it slightly as my ragged breath sounded like I was running a marathon. My watch said 10:45 p.m. and that was about all I could see except for the granite counter top on the island in Mr. Durant’s kitchen as he slid his long, raw, black dick, up my ass.

Hard dicks of all sizes are welcome to my hole. As long as you can penetrate and load me up with sperm, I'm pleased.

My former boss, who were married and had children, used to fuck me both during and after work hours. He owned the company and liked to act like he owned me too, which he sorta did after all

Sure, why not? No doubt some here might go "sightseeing" without underwear, but wearing a cock ring and/or butt plug.... Hot story!

We need details!

I love cocks fucking me and cumming in my hole. I, honestly, enjoy all size cocks in my hole. If you show me a huge cock, I'm gonna be excited by it, but if you can't use it, you'll end up annoying me. I'd rather have an average cock attached to a man who knows how to fuck than a huge cock on a guy who thinks that he's big, so he's automatically a good lay.

The most I ever took was when I was whored out by a couple in Phoenix several years ago. They put out ads calling for blacks and Latinos to fuck the white whore they had. Was naked and blindfolded for 4 days. Would fall asleep and wake up with a hard cock breeding my ass. They marked my ass and back every time a new guy bred me. When it was done I went back to a friend's house, stripped naked and asked him to countthe marks. He counted 153 marks. He was so so horny after counting he ended up breeding me ... so, 154 cocks lol

Anonymous sex is the best sex. I know that feeling of intimacy with another man without ever seeing his face, sometimes without touching his body if it's through a glory hole. I've pushed my ass up to a glory hole to entice a man who has just pulled his cock back after I sucked it hard, and gotten him to fuck me. And sometimes I would see their faces after they pumped their seed into my body. More than once it was the face of a man who hadn't expected to do that when he came into the bookstore arcade, who surprised himself, and is trying to deal with the intimacy he just shared with me. I assume their sense of their own sexual identity was being challenged. It's the way a bottom brings a man over to our side.

Sloppy seconds by antwatch2 https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/the-blonde-blue-eyed-part-2-30175341 The Blonde Blue Eyed ***(Part 2) Met this lad again for round two was a super hot meet and u seem him good n proper and couldn't wait to get my fat dick in ur hole proper deep

Yeah getting fucked by married guys bareback in their beds is hot as hell! Not caring about anything and they just wanna breed ass makes my cock hard as a rock and my hole hungrier and sluttier ?

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Previously... I realised that Iain had cajoled me into trying to take a dump in his mouth – he was such a filthy bastard! Luckily (for my feelings anyway) I’d not been able to perform – the ecstasy had fully kicked in and I was coming up. Also I’m pretty sure I’d nothing left up in there at this stage – it’d been nearly half a day since I came there. This time yesterday I’d been eating chilli-fries at a rugby match watching the guy currently rimming me fight a losing battle against the All-Blacks. Damn, life is full of weird twists and turns. Whether it was the E or what I burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. The knocking came back louder now and I swivelled my head and was delighted I could focus my attention again – My attention. I knew who I was again! My trip down the rabbit hole was coming to a close. “Guys? Are you ok?” It was Orson Right so... I awkwardly stepped out of the pool. As I stood up the world spun and I had to balance myself leaning against the wall. Kurk was oblivious to my moving – he was riding that cock for all it was worth and throwing his head back moaning. It was a thing of beauty to see Iain’s thick cock disappear into Kurk’s hairy hole. He lifted his balls to protect them from his bouncing and you could see his glistening hairy taint and his pale chest now flushed red in patches with all the drugs in his system, bouncing up and down, up and down – Iain’s cock, appearing, disappearing, appearing, disappearing. Iain looked over at me, licking his lips and beckoning me back. No doubt he wanted me to sit on his face again. I waved him off, I needed to get my head straight after that mad trip on ketamine. Such a powerful drug! I stumbled over to the door. Turning the lock I looked out to see Orson preparing to knock again. Behind him on the bed was Simon, Jay, Karl and Padraic, in various stages of kissing and cuddling. Orson looked me dead in the eyes. “We need to talk.” Fucking hell – my brain was still half-broken and now Orson wanted to “talk”. I tried to shake some k-cobwebs off and brought my hand up to my face squeezing my brow. “Mmm-ok. Fine. Sure. We can do that. What’s the story with that eejit Simon and his fella. Are they still trying to date-rape me?” Simon perked up at the mention and disentangled himself from the lads. He started, “excuse me lad, but you’re no innocent here…” I bridled at the accusation that somehow my actions were even remotely equivocal to his and was, in true Northern Irish style about the read the shit out of him, when Orson held up his hand and shouted “shut up the two of yis” and pointing at me said, “you, me, spare bedroom now!” With that he grabbed me with surprising strength and pulled me out of the bathroom and through the bedroom to the hall. I was shocked by how strong he’d gotten. It seemed only a couple of years ago he was still this scrawny up-his-own-arse debating-society nob-end with terrible acne and weird hair. Now he was buff as fuck and dragging me around like a bitch. I sized him up as he hustled me through the hall – we were both stark naked. He was the same height as me, but had filled out quite a lot – the suits he wore to press conferences and shopping centre openings obviously hid a lot. His ass had the perkiness of a regular twenty year old or a thirty year old who did a lot of squats, dusted with little golden hairs. Man, that ass… Orson opened the guest bedroom to see the bed occupied with Lee (the other silver daddy) fucking the shaven headed guy with the flock of birds tattoo on the bed where hours before I’d sat with Gavin and Padraic. The last time I saw the shaven-headed guy he was getting rammed by Sven downstairs, and it seemed here again he was taking it like a champ from Lee. The room stank of weed and sex was filled with the grunts from the shaven-headed guy… and not only the shaven headed guy. As we walked in further, we noticed that the duvet had been pulled down on the other side of the bed for Gavin, who was riding someone down there and groaning up a storm. Orson pulled me over to the desk where still some of Theo’s coke remained. “Right Mike”, he looked me dead in the eyes, “I’m not proud of what happened back there…” “Let me cut you off right there Orson, before you start justifying the almost gangrape that you and your mates were happy enough to sit back and watch happen…” “Now wait a minute, I would’ve jumped in had it gotten out of hand” “Out of hand? Have you seen my arse?” “I thought you were into it, I didn’t know the whole pup thing was a disguise. I barely had time to recognise you, when suddenly…” “Oh I call bullshit” “What?” “Are you saying you didn’t recognise me earlier? I basically called you by name at one point” “Mike I was high as fuck. At that point all I remember thinking was that it was just my luck that the one guy whose ass felt like heaven to fuck was pissed at me for being part of fivesome that went a bit too heavy” “That seems to be a recurring theme this evening, everyone here is far too fucking rough! And what the hell is the deal with Slater and your husband?” “Man, I think Alan and Simon are going through some shit, which if it’s anything like me and Tadhg… well, they’re on thin ice. Tadhg was really upset by that piece you ran on us. I let him cool down with Alan and Sandy in the other room.” “…and you?” “To be honest, I wasn’t surprised. Weirdly it actually strengthened my voting base – people are happy to see that gay couples haven’t it all figured out either. The way we’re portrayed by the media right now as if we’re shiny and perfect… well lets just say I got a lot of emails and letters of support and people opening up about their own rocky marriages. It just hit Tadhg hard. His family saw it and he didn’t quite know what signing up for a public life would be. He thought that I’d be able to keep any shit thrown my way, away from him.” “Yeah, well I am actually sorry he got caught up in this” Orson raised an eyebrow and in a voice dripping in sarcasm, replied, “You. Mike McAllister. No 1. bane of politicians in the six counties. The roving eye, feared by dodgy developers, civil servants and terrorists all, no-one escapes your columns. YOU’RE sorry? I didn’t think you even knew what the word meant?” I scoffed, “Ah here now, it’s not like that Orson. And shut your sarky gob. Of course I was sorry. I never intended to hurt the fella”. I leaned in real close to Orson. I could smell his breath on my face, and raised my hand in a fist. I saw his blonde eyelashes blink anxiously as I lightly mock-punched his (now well-muscled) chest. “You, on the other hand, are fair game!” He guffawed. “Me fair game?” He stepped back, backlit in the small room by the daylight streaming through the windows past the fucking couples. I could still make out his heavy 9” dick and balls carving out a more than substantial piece of the silhouette. The one that even now made my ass clench in anticipation. The small tribal tattoo on his hip was just lit up to the side and as he turned, the light hit his golden pubes making them look like pure sunlight – oh man I don’t know if it was the E but I just wanted to rub my face down there. He continued. “You’ve been the one with a fucking vendetta against me…” “Oh fuck off Adams. We both know you’ve had it in for me since college. And I can never prove it but I’m sure you had something to do with those letters that went out to my parents and the parents of Kevin, Joe and Andrew. That shit ruined my prospects here. The only paper that’d hire me was the fuckin Sun afterwards, so yeah maybe I do have a fucking vendetta against you but it’s not been unearned.” “What letters?” Orson looked shocked. I noticed the fucking on the bed had slowed down. Gavin was clambering up on the bed to listen and oh fuck – what was Theo still doing here? The two of them joined Lee and the shaven-headed guy in listening to Orson and me rehash the past. I could make out Theo passing a joint around. “You honestly don’t remember anything about letters being sent to the homes of all our parents and who knows who else, in our final year of college. Two months before exams? Kevin never even finished his degree, he ran like a scalded cat out of the place. The letters had pics of us taken in the LGB soc room, in the Kremlin dancing together and kissing and somehow even a pic of the four of us in bed. Attached to the pics was a letter going on about the ungodly practices of us all and how we’d be going to hell when we died, typical fundamentalist shite. And you’re saying you’ve no idea how they got taken?” Orson’s eyes bugged out as I told him this. “I always wondered why you guys broke up. I’d heard something about your parents finding out about ye, but Mike honestly, I’ve no idea…” “You never gave us a break about it in college. You were always harping on about promiscuity being the thing holding us back from mainstream acceptance…” Orson held up his hand. “I know I was a bit of a git in college. I’m not denying that. But I’ve changed. I mean it’d be pretty hypocritical for me to stick by those views now, here of all places. But honestly Mike, I’ve no idea who sent those photos.” I looked at him wearily. “Really? Orson. It’s been years. Can’t you just admit it?” Orson shook his head. “I don’t know how to prove to you I’m not lying…” “Ahemm...” We turned as one to the lad clearing his throat behind us. Lee and Theo sat smirking beside Gavin who was just now bending down to blow the guy I didn’t know the name of. Theo spoke up. “Lads, I think I can help you with that”. Turning back to the tattooed lad getting blown, he quickly remarked “don’t get too comfortable Ciaran, I’ll be back this one in a second” and with that said, smacked Gavin’s ass. He stood up and moved over to the desk and reached for his bag underneath. He’d obviously been the one that Gavin had been bouncing on up till recently. His cock still looked engorged and slick with lube and bounced awkwardly as he walked. He caught me staring at it and winked. As he bent down I couldn’t help but check out the rest of my dealer’s naked body. I’d been too fucked up on K last time to appreciate it, but Theo had a beautiful body for a lad in his mid forties. It was also half-covered in tattoos – mainly very nationalistic ones – the Irish tricolour with a machine gun on his right shoulder and the Irish harp on the left, the chest piece was the Irish “Tiocfaidh ár Lá!” which means “our day will come” – a classic IRA slogan, written in a sweeping U across his pecs, but low enough to be hidden by a wide-collared top. As he turned to flip the top off his bag I saw he had the entire Irish 1916 proclamation of the free state on his back! Fuck! That’s a lot of words! Theo straightened back up with an “Aha!” and proffered his hand with two red pills in them. “These here are some very powerful designer drugs, new in from London, and the thing is, I’ve not had the right moment to try em out. But the big thing about them is that you seemingly can’t lie while you’re on em. They’re called Pures and they contain a doctored version of scopolamine, and fuckload of herbal E. The Scopolamine in its pure form can be dangerous – it’s normally found in fairly toxic and trippier cousins of potatoes and tomatoes - deadly nightshade and the like. It used to be used as a truth serum way back in the day, but it usually made people vomit or damage their liver. So the chemists over the pond have figured out a way to change it to stop the nausea and bad trips, while keeping the trippy nature and the truth serum part. If you lads really want to settle your beef, you’d be doing us all a favour if you try em.” Now here’s the thing. If I’d not been high on god knows how many pills and powders at this point, there would’ve been no way in hell I’d have gone near some designer drug derivative of deadly nightshade – that shit is poisonous! But I was high. And Orson reached for his first… Fuck! We downed our pills quickly and Theo led us over to bed where Lee and the guy Ciaran (?) were lying back and snogging. Gavin was bent over them trying to suck both their cocks, but because of the angle was only managing to suck one at a time – taking about 20 seconds on each, and then switching, all the while jacking off the other. Theo reached for Gavin’s hips and made him spread his legs to lower them. With Gavin repositioned and ready to fuck, the dealer brought us over to the window side of the bed and sat us down in the duvet nest and left us there. A few seconds after Theo left our sides I heard Gavin begin to make muffled blowjob-moans in rhythm. Theo was obviously back inside him. I felt a hand reach for mine. I grasped Orson tight. We leaned against the bed and looked out over the cityscape of Belfast Orson looked over at me with the sinking sun in his blue eyes, his strawberry blond hair framing his youthful face, now almost completely free of acne-scarring. “I took that pill to show you. I’ve nothing to hide. But you were right on one thing. I did slut-shame you guys in your foursome. I was jealous of them.” “Envious” I corrected, smiling and gently wiped an eyelash off his blushing cheek. “Fine, yeah, envious. They all got to be with you, and you never gave me the time of day” Y’know those times where you could of course add more to a conversation, but you realise it’s better to just listen. Yeah this was one of those times. I didn’t know how much time had passed but the light was fading and shadows of the window frames grew across Orson’s chest. He was going on about all the ways he’d had a crush on me from the start of college, and how later on he just felt completely ignored by me and how it’d hurt to see me so happy with the guys. Seemingly he used that as a reason to do bigger and bigger things politically to get my attention (was I the cause of Orson’s political career?). I let him get it all out. At some point I felt a surge of energy rush through my neck to my brain. I was coming up on that designer drug and it was starting to rush through my system. My whole body felt alive, a machine switching back on with full battery. I looked over to Orson and time seemed to slow down as I watched his pupils dilate too. “You up?” “I’m up as fuck!” “So tell me one thing Orson. Did you have anything to do with those letters?” “Not exactly. But I think I need to ask my old friend Mafra if she did” “Who the fuck is Mafra? Was she that mousy one with the glasses who was always following you around?” “Yeah, she was my fag-hag in college. She lives in Leeds now. Look she’s got a family…” “But Orson, we had families!” This came out in a much softer tone than I’d thought. The drug was rapidly draining any negativity from me and I was a ball of light and happiness. Still after answers, but also accepting them. “Yeah well, the thing is she was fiercely protective of me and I used to confess everything to her. How I was in love with you and how you never seemed to notice me. I spent many hours at her flat moaning about you guys till the late hours. Well long story short I think she might have done it. Two months before exams she invited me over for a meal in her flat, we got really drunk on red wine and…” “…and?” I looked shocked at him, but also compassionately – damn this stuff was good. No doubt I’d have flown off the handle by this point if I were sober or drunk. “Well, I woke up beside her in bed. She said that she was glad that we’d finally found our way to each other and there were no obstacles anymore to why we couldn’t be together” Fuck! Orson Adams had gotten raped by his fag hag. I’d heard of shit like this happening. But fuck me that was harsh! I looked into his dilated blue eyes. “Hey man sorry to hear that” “Yeah it was kinda fucked up. I don’t remember having sex, but she got real clingy the next few weeks while I was trying to sort my head out. And then she got really weird and I heard that she was telling everyone we were in a relationship now and she was pregnant.” I was shocked. I also noticed there didn’t seem to be too much groaning from behind us. The lads were getting their weekly dose of drama. “Yeah, she kept trying to meet up with me and I kept fending her off, telling her I wasn’t sure what happened but I needed space to get my head clear. Then there were the finals. She kept ringing me all the time after them, when I had hightailed it home to sort myself out. Eventually I told my family about it and they drove me to her place to talk to her and see what to do about the baby. It turns out there wasn’t one. She’d made it up to try and force me into being with her. I mean I kinda felt bad for her cause in a way I was smitten with you, so I know what it’s like to be in unrequited love and all that, but it fucked up our friendship and I cut contact with her. I heard she moved to Leeds shortly afterwards for a job.” Dude… I took a deep breath and said, “Right Orson. I believe you. I’m sorry you went through all that shite with that wan and I’m guessing she probably was behind the letters too. And I’m sorry myself for the time I retaliated in the press too” He snorted. “Oh you mean the article photoshopping lipstick and eye-shadow on me when I first announced my candidacy?” “Um…sorry bout that one yeah…” “Or was it the rumours I’d gotten HIV from George Michael…?” “..that too yeah. I think I got a photo of you sneezing. Sorry” “… only to be cured by some radical treatment that I bribed big Pharma for” “..that one too yeah. It was a slow week” “how about when you photoshopped me in drag?” “I thought you looked good in an empire-line dress?” “Fuck you ya prick. And what the fuck was that line you used about Doctor Who?” “Well you were wearing a Dalek tie in the photo for April 1st and so I said maybe you could find the Tardis and travel back in time to the eighties where your policies might have had some teeth.” “You were an absolute fucker!” “I know, but I did even worse to your opponents – dislike you as I did at the time, you were still running on a good ticket” “Speaking of other people you’ve fucked over, what are you gonna do about Kurk?” “I’ll tell him, but let me do it when he’s sober. It doesn’t seem fair now” “Are we good?” Orson looked at me, his dilated pupils filling my vision. “More than good, though keep your husband off me – he’s got a killer right hook” Orson laughed and reached over for me and we kissed. It was a good kiss, one of those ones you remember when thinking of special kisses and above us we heard applause. I glanced up to see the four lads were looking down at us from the bed. Gavin smirked and said, “well go on lads, don’t let us stop you from sealing the deal!” I laughed and stood up a little shakily. Lee (the silver fox) handed me over some lube and poppers and taking them I grinned down at Orson. His gorgeous blues were staring straight up at me expectantly as he jacked his 9 inches to full mast. I dunno if I’ve related just how right Orson’s cock was, a thick white monster with a velvety foreskin that now was pulling back revealing the red shiny streamlined head. I squirted some lube on his hand – it was the good silicon-based stuff, and reaching up to do my hole I handed him the poppers. The four lads were all now lying on the bed passing a joint around and watching in expectation. I stepped over Orson and with my back to the window, on display for all of Belfast’s telescope enthusiasts to see, I lowered myself to Orson’s cockhead. Getting level with Orson’s head I could feel him shifting his weight and rubbing his cock around my hole, slipping it around and then pressing on the entrance, then shifting and slipping it around again. “Are you ready for this?” He handed me back the poppers, and brought his other hand under to find my hole entrance and slipped his fingertip in. I felt the rush of the designer ecstasy flowing through me, it was slightly different in feeling to the real deal, and more throbbing rush and I felt hotter somewhat. I wiped my brow and realised I was sopping wet. I was sweating more on this “Pure” drug than I ever did on speed or ecstasy. I wiped the sweat and other juices off my hand and tried to open the poppers, but I was way too sweaty for them. Seeing my awkwardness, Ciaran – the lad with the bird tattoo, reached over and opened them for me – I gave him a winning smile – I’d have to properly thank him later. Orson’s second finger was now shoving into me, stretching my cunt a little wider. With the open poppers I took a good deep hit with each nostril, the energy from the Pure pill was making my movement a little skittish and shaky at this point so I made eye contact with Ciaran again and passed him the open bottle. He moved closer and closed them, but held them ready for another later hit. As I held that breath, I looked past him to see Lee fingering his ass while Theo, yeah Theo was holding Ciaran’s ass-cheeks apart and watching Lee work – all the while getting his cock sucked by Gavin. The poppers at that moment kicked in and my blood rushed to all parts of my body and I felt connected and sexy and clenched against Orson’s fingers – they weren’t enough. I breathed out. I needed that dick. Pulling off of Orson’s fingers, I reached under for his dick, but the lad was way ahead of me and found my soft spot with his hooded meat. Pressing up against my assbud, I looked down at him, his hair framed golden in the sunset – my old college nemesis, fucking me for the first time where I knew it was him, and wanted him. A beautiful feeling of tenderness opened up, and with it I opened up as I looked into his widening eyes and slid down his head. Stopping to adapt to his head again, I laughed with him. “Fuck that feels good!” “It feels amazing Mike!” I shifted slightly and let myself down another inch. “Ungh, yeah just there. I can take a bit more now” “You lead the way Mike” Ciaran leaned over the edge of the bed and looked down at us. The shaven headed lad who I’d first seen getting ploughed by Sven was caught up in our drama. I never noticed how long his dark black eyelashes were. He was surprisingly feminine with high cheekbones and freckles across his cheeks and nose, and it worked with him – a hot androgynous face – probably why he shaved his head. “Tell us when you hit the base lads!” I flashed a smile at him and rocked on the length I had in me. The poppers made it feel so good, but I knew that if I slammed myself down on Orson’s cock, as soon as the amyl wore off I’d be regretting it. Much as I wanted to go full speed, I knew I had to ease myself down. I slipped down another inch. Orson was about a head’s length below mine, so as I lowered myself down I was getting closer to him, close enough to kiss him in an inch or two. I felt the rush wear off a little and mentally checked my ass muscles – everything felt good but tight. I stroked Orson’s face with my free hand and reached up to Ciaran again and stroked his cheek. “I think I’ll need another hit” Ciaran chuckled and mock snapped at my thumb as he opened the brown bottle and held it under each nostril. Again I inhaled deeply and held my breath, sinking slowly down another inch. The rush this time really connected to my ecstasy-high and I felt my pores all over my body open and release the sweat. This time I knew I could take it and lowered myself down those last few inches, then up again to get the lube all over. “I’m down at the base!” Orson laughed and scooted up toward me. He leaned over and leaned in to kiss me. “Congratulations Mike, I’ve waited for this for so long” “Kiss me, y’eejit!” We heard clapping again from above. I didn’t care all I could think about was Orson and his beautiful cock grinding into me as he took over and started slowly and measuredly grinding into my ass. The sweat on my ass cheeks made my ass slap loudly as he picked up the pace. My entire attention was away in sphincter muscles as his thick juicy meat filled me up, pumping along all my nerve endings making me feel full and connected and starting to rub that sweet spot. That spot that I’d ignored for so long, but now high as I was, I knew exactly how he should rub up against it and angled myself accordingly. Orson was popping my prostate and I was gonna milk myself off of him. Who knew I had this power bottom in me? I closed my eyes, ground down and pulled up on him, taking over control of the thrusting. That strawberry blond fucker’s donkey dick was filling my insides and I was riding this ride for all it was worth. Man – it was a fucking core muscle workout keeping balanced on top of that dick, but fuck it was worth it. I felt a hand reach for me and then poppers were held under my nose again and I inhaled again. I pulled back and bounced on Orson – each thrust up a shot of pleasure energy from my ass direct to my brain. I felt that hand back again – too soon for poppers though. I opened my eyes to see the four guys kneeling at the edge of the bed. All four hard cocks sticking out close to my face. Even Theo on the far right was giving me the glad eye. I reached over gingerly to take his cock in hand. We kept eye contact as I lowered his dick to my lips. He tasted of lube and ass. And then the poppers rush kicked in again…

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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.

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

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

Two weeks ago, had a day off, hit A4A and a hot cuban guy came over on his lunch break, fucked my throat, shoved his dick in without lube, then made me swallow his cum. A guy I've been talking to on BBRT came over after that, we made out and humped for a while until he stuck the head in to give me his load before he left. Still horny at the end of the day, went to the park and spied this muscled black guy, 20s, with a thick 7 inch dick getting stroked through the hole of his gym shorts. The other guy got scared and walked off, so I took his place and swallowed his piece down to the hilt. His loss, because that was a hot dick (best part was he was my ex, glad I stole that dick from him!). Black guy passed poppers back and forth between us and I was able to give him a pretty good deep throat. Another young thing black guy joined us and the first guy guided my head between their dicks. Second guy eventually left and the first guy came down my throat. Walked up to 50yo black man desperate to get his rocks off, kneeled in front of him and took his load. Was walking out of the park when this hot, short, young latino guy gave me the nod and started walking with him. I asked if he was a top because I was a bottom, and he stuck his hand down my shorts and started fingering my hole as we walked. He commented that I didn't need any lube because he could feel the other guy's load leaking out. He led me behind my bushes and I alternated sucking his uncut cock and getting pounded before he finally bred me. As we walked out he told me I smelled like dick and cum!

haven't been to Rainbow in a while....bad visit last time....but i have always loved it. it's a bit on the seedy/dirty side which i kind of enjoy.

Less than a week after my first exposure to CRF19, I once again heard my own voice begging Henri for more of his highly toxic and likely deadly jizz. For the prior 4 days, it was all I could think of. My mind switching rapidly from fear of what happened to a desire for more. Still stranded due to the damage on St. Martin, Henri was more than willing to oblige. Absent the potent bug he packed into his semen, he was still a fabulous fuck. Caramel color skin, great skill and a very nice BBC, I would have let him fuck me as much as he wanted. But, my newly unleashed desire to experience the thrill of having more of that super-virus injected into my ass turned me into an aggressor. I wanted that cock and I wanted it badly. I ached to feel him go rigid and buck while sending his life ending cream deep into my guts. When I started chasing about a year ago, I though getting knocked up would be the thrill of a life time. When I tested POZ last January, I was thrilled to be part of the universe of POZ faggots, living and dead, who have accepted HIV as part of their gay experience. But now, those were long gone, unfulfilling thoughts. All I could think of was Henri and his potent, diseased dick. When I called Henri at his hotel, he seemed pleased to hear from me. I got right to the point and asked him if he would give me some more of his special sauce. He laughed as he said, if I wanted it to come and get it. So last night, after work, I headed to Asheville to meet him at his hotel. But, before going, I ran by my place to clean up, change clothes and get ready for some great cock. But I did one other thing. I had kept the bottle brush that was used to prepare my ass for my initial pozzing. I had felt that brush for the first time last New Year's eve, the night I likely got knocked up. With only the though of obtaining a second infection, I worked my ass to a state where I would be receptive to that Caribbean bug. Even scraping my guts in preparation for getting fucked seemed pre-destined. On one had I know that it is unlikely that I can get a dual infection. On the other hand, I seem compelled to do all I can to expose myself to CRF19. While some aspects make it difficult to get my head "around" the thought of having that aggressive strain in my body, I also am clearly aware that success will mean the clock is ticking faster towards my AIDS-related death. Henri was nude and had already made some T clouds when I arrived at his hotel. He offered me the pipe and torch. I quickly stripped and took a few hits of that amazing smoke. Once you feel Lady T creep into your body, relaxing you , exciting you, preparing you for a great fuck, you know that first tasted has started the ball rolling. Once I felt that jolt of T, once I coughed that little meth-induced cough, I hit my knees and took that deadly diseased dick into my mouth and started taking him deep into my throat. His first few drops of precious pre-cum were savored. I licked his slit, carefully ensuring the each drop of that fluid was collected on my tongue. But, as the T high continued to develop, my asshole reminded me of my real desire. Twitching and throbbing from the lust for this beautiful man, from the desire for his tainting jizz, from the T induced erotic desires, my oft-fucked hole needed stuffed. Very soon, I stopped sucking him and got on my knees. Henri lost no time in mounting my faggot ass. Soon we were rocking in that ass-fucking rhythm that horny homos have perfected. Henri's cock felt just as good as it did the past Saturday. He has good top man skills. No doubt, he has been a practicing cocks-man for a long time. But, as I gasped my desire for his cum, he accelerated to an entirely new level of passion. Equally, the more I demanded his cum, the more animalistic my own movements became. And, very shortly, my bloodied hole was drenched with a large dose of cum that few other men might welcome. As we cuddled, waiting on that dark meat to recharge, we talked softly about what it was like for him to learn he was POZ, that he had been infected with CRF19. And, in almost a whisper, he described the feeling of knowing that he was technically an AIDS-Bone. Fuck....that was news. He had already progressed to the stage of very low CD4 numbers and had been diagnosed as having progressed to AIDS. That was a fucking reality check. I had just had my very very raw ass fucked by an unmedicated AIDS-bone and flooded once again with CRF-19 laden creamy goodness. Hearing he as full on AIDS had an immediate affect on me. Soon, I was working hard to get that cock hard and inserted in my ass. This time, I was on my back, legs up. I wanted to see his brown face, his dreads, his expression as he repeated the action of trying to infect my queer ass. It may not seem possible, but that second round was more intense and erotic than the first. He was really verbal and keep asking if I wanted his dick of death to explode in my ass. After he asked a half dozen times, I panted out that yes I wanted it. And it was then that I told him about using the brush earlier. He acted surprised, but soon stated that showed I deserved his strain. A few more minutes of enthusiastic bucking and fucking resulted in a second flood of CRF19 cum was being smeared up and down my compromised guts. Five times now I have enjoyed that sensation. Five times, I have willingly taken that beautiful dark meat. And three of those times, I have willingly accepted his fucked up DNA. I have no idea if I will become infected with this life-ending affliction. I am not sure I would choose that, but I am powerless it seems to refuse it.

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

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 4) “Come here… stroke my cock while you dance you horny fuck” I ordered Davis. He hesitated at first and looked at me worried. Then he moved slowly towards me and lowered his head. I could see him crying. He took my hard cock in both of his hands and started stroking it gently. We could all hear him sob. I handed the cam to a mate, then put my arms around Davis and pulled him closer to me. “Continue stroking me, pup” I told him in a normal tone. His head rested against my right shoulder. I could feel his tears on my skin. My hands started massaging his ass cheeks through his white pair of jeans. My black leather gloves made a nice contrast to the white fabric. Davis’ sobbing increased slightly. He was shaking like a leaf. He guessed obviously, that I would tear his jeans down from him and rape myself into his body. “What’s wrong baby? Don’t you want to welcome us with your sweet innocent hole?” I asked him softly. He shook his head slowly, without looking at my ski mask, revealing only my eyes and my mouth. “Open your jeans and keep on moving your body to the music” I said. Another friend moved closer and pressed himself against the youth’s backside, twisting Davis’ nipples again. Davis heard a loud squeak - just to learn it was himself making those noises. My buddy pressed his hard dick against the boys’ jeans and Davis felt an enormous erection pushing against his ass. The guy moved slowly with Davis rocking body. There was danger in the air. “Start to unbutton your jeans now” I repeated myself squeezing his ass cheeks even more. Davis shook almost violently while sobbing and started to follow my order. It took an eternity for him, to unbutton his pants, but as soon as he accomplished the task, my friend and I pulled Davis’ tight jeans down to his upper thighs. His movements were now more restricted, because he couldn’t get rid of the whole pants at once. I looked down and realized the slut was wearing a jock strap. “Oh you cheap whore…. you dressed up for us? Huh?” I looked at him with my masked face and lifted his chin up, so he could see my cold eyes through the slit. “I bought it for today” he sniffed. “You bought this for our date? You hear that guys? This slick cum bucket bought this whore pants for us” I sneered. I pulled his ass cheeks apart and my mate immediately attacked the boys’ hole. He tried to push his glans penis into Davis, who wailed in distress. It was fun to keep the boy in place, while my mate tried again and again to push his cock into this narrow pink hole. It seemed impossible to fuck him dry. I mean… of course with enough brutality it would fit sooner or later, but we had another plan. “Let a real man open up this cunt” another guy leered. We dragged Davis to a couch and positioned him over one of the couch arms. Someone spread the boys’ ass cheeks apart and with a little bit of spit the second guy actually entered the boy two inches. Davis screamed like a maniac. I pushed his face into a cushion, to muffle his screams. “How does it feel, getting ripped up without lube. Do you like his cock boy? Do you want more of his tube in your cunt?” I shouted out. “Man… he is tight…” the lucky bastard moaned. He withdrew his cock and we let go of Davis. The little punk tried to get up and run for the door, but fell over his own two feet. He tumbled down and crawled away, only to end up hiding in a corner of a room. There he tried to be invisible. Davis blinked and saw three pair of legs walking into his direction. The guys walked slowly and removed their belts slowly. He didn’t dare to examine the whole situation. All he could see were several legs, three hard cock and some dangling belts. Then he felt the first blow….

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

<<Note: Sorry if the mention of straight sex earlier offended anyone. Just trying to set the scene of Kane as being a hot blooded straight bloke. Trust me from here soon in it's just a downward spiral for him>> "Mate come on, you've got to get over her, its been like a week already and you're still kicking about like she was the one" I said trying to lift Kane's spirits. "I have no idea what happened though, like it was all fine and banging and then she just cuts me out totally, she blocked me everywhere and I chatted to some of her mates, and they just said I was a sick perv and should just eat all the nasty ass pussy I want... I have no idea whats going on!" Kane slumped into the sofa head in his hands "If I could just talk to her or something, find out whats happened, what I've done wrong" he softly sobbed into his hands, while I tried to hide my growing boner. What a fucking chump. What was going on was a video of you eating some old fat hairy arse had been sent to her, with you loading banging on about what a tasty pussy it was. She knew you for the sick pig you were and now all her friends did too. I grabbed his shoulder and gave him a squeeze. "Come on now Kane, look I know this has been rough but lets go out tonight yeah, its Friday, we need this, fuck her and lets go get you some action." "Nah mate, I don't want some chick, I want her back" "Alright then, no straight clubs then, me you on the lash at some of the best bars and clubs in town, hows that sound? Tell you what first shots are on me". ... A few hours later and a fair few pints in, me and Kane were in our third pub. Kane was nice and merry lapping up the attention from all the lads. Wearing his skin tight white shirt and those ridiculous jeans of his, he was looking ripped as shit and a little bottom boys dream. "Come on mate all this pub shit is getting boring now" I shouted over the din of the bar to him "How about we head somewhere where we can dance a bit, get loosen up?" "Yeah yeah yeah ok cool man lets go" slurred Kane. It was unbelievable that this big lad was such a light weight. I mean sure I had been spilling most of pints and dosing his, but come on. You'd expect him to be able to handle a few at least. Thankfully I hadn't taken him over the edge yet and he was capable of walking, so we staggered out together, and walked towards my favourite dirty club; Abattoir. So called because fresh meat got slaughtered in there. As I took Kane to the front entrance the security guard stopped us, gave me a look and smile of recognition and eyed up Kane. "Right come here mate, lets have a look at you, how much have you had to drink so far?" I feigned concern and spoke up "He's cool man he's cool we've just had a few beers thats all" "so you say, but he's looking pretty wasted and I need to check him over" Kane got pushed against the wall and told to keep his hands up while he got patted down. Facing the wall he missed the security guard turn to me and wink as he got behind Kane and thrust his crotch up against the pigs boys ass. He worked his hands up kanes abs and chest patting over the t-shirt, clearly groping around. A few more regulars were turning up and began to enjoy the show. "This isn't working mate, right turn round I'm going to need to lift up your shirt and see if you are concealing anything" and with that quick as a flash he span the inebriated Kane around and whipped his shirt up over his chest and half way up his arms keeping his face concealed and his arms restrained. "What, what the fuck?!" Kane muffled under his t-shirt. "Kane don't worry mate I'm here, just let him search you its cool" I said as I came closer and took hold of his arms. The building crowd came closer and watched as the security guard began gliding his hands up and down the defined abs, working up the chest and tweaking Kane's nipples, squeezing them gently watching them puckering up as the attention grew. The security guard then slide his hands down towards Kanes jeans and pretended to try and get his fingers into the waistband. "Nah these are way too tight on your waist. Bear with me" and he undid the buttons on the jeans and pulled them down revealing Kanes tight little briefs to a whistle of admiration from the crowd. The restricted air from having his face covered under his t-shirt was making Kane hot and disoriented making him even more susceptible to the security guard as he put a show on for the crowd of punters. He groped Kanes package and gave it a good squeeze feeling those balls. "Nope not much in there" he smirked, initiating a little mirth from the crowd. "Right put him over the table I need to check his ass now" So I dragged Kane towards the table using his restrained arms to pull them forward over, getting Kane legs spread open, laying flat on the reception. The security guard had a grope of my pigs ass before announcing that he'd need some help and got some of the other punters to stand either side and each hold a cheek and pull apart. Taking a pen knife out of his uniform he then cut a nice hole down the middle of Kanes pants and tore them down the middle. Those holdings hands now pulled the pants ripping them more exposing Kanes smooth pig hole to any and all watching the scene unfold. "Right lets do a quick search in here" Said the security guard as he took out a bag of white powder from his pocket, licked a finger and gave it a good dunk. Unceremoniously he pushed his finger knuckle deep into Kane in one go making him shout out in shock. Luckily I was pretty strong and he was pretty wasted, otherwise I'm sure he would have bolted. "Sorry mate, sorry. My bad, let me lube my finger up again" said the security guard as he slowly dragged his finger out, let one of the punters suck it clean, before dipping it back into the white powder and this time, slowly pushed his finger back inside, taking the time to circle round and round. 'Fuck man this hurts, is this right, I mean is this right?" Kane moaned underneath me as I held him tight. "Don't worry man, its cause you're new" I reassured him "It'll be over soon and you'll gonna love this place when we are in" The security guard pulled his finger out and held it up to the light. A nice pink splooge coated his finger clearly generated by his sharp dirty nail that he'd just be dragged around my pigs ass walls. "You're fine to go, sorry about that mate, you know its got to be done. You looked the druggy type what with your size and all" said the security guard as he bent down to pull Kanes jeans back up, but not before taking a quick second to jab the knife into the back of the jeans and cut a matching hole open. Jeans back up and buttoned, we got Kane up off the table and pulled his t-shirt back down. Red faced and wide eyed, the two booty bumps were clearly having an effect as Kane looked confused and spaced out, I turned him round and guided him towards the club entrance and the loud music. Opening the doors the smells and sounds of dirty raw fucking hit me. I was home. "Come on Kane lets go get a drink" I said taking him slowly inside as the gathering crowd at the door followed us through all intently watching the split in my pigs jeans ripping slightly further with each forward step.

By this point Pup had already administered his own slam. I stared into his dilated pupils in disbelief. How could he possibly have known? I’d never told anyone, ever. “I asked you a question, boy.” “Umm, I… Yes Pup.” “Good boy. You’re going to be my cum dump for the weekend. This is what you really wanted all along, isn’t it boy?” “Yes Pup.” “No questions about status?” “Just one Pup. You’re not really undetectable, are you?” “Fuck no, boy. I’m toxic. I’ve been off of my meds for months. I dumped my toxic cum in you last night, and I’m about to do it again.” “God yes, Pup.” “Good boy. This is going to be a weekend of firsts for you. You’re about to take my fist, I promised that you that. But I have other plans for you this weekend. You should just assume anyone that fucks you this weekend is poz. Get in the sling, boy.” I climbed into the sling and he started fucking me before dumping his load in my hole. Noticing my dick had gone soft after the slam he pulled out a couple other syringes. He then explained, “This is Trimix boy, it will help counteract the meth and help you stay hard.” And with that he swabbed my dick with an alcohol pad and injected it quickly. “Keep rubbing the alcohol pad on it”, he ordered. He then administered Trimix to his own dick, which sprang to life immediately even though he’d just cum. It took a couple minutes but finally my dick was hard again. Once he saw this he took out his K-Lube mixture and started working it into my hole, and in no time his hand popped into my hole. I was in ecstasy as he worked his cum deeper into my hole, but he had other plans that didn’t include fisting. He slowly withdrew his fist from my hole and explained. “You’re nothing but a dirty cum dump chem whore now. But I have a few more things to introduce you to.” He handed me a bottle of juice and ordered me to take a mouthful of it and hold it in my mouth, then he had me tip my head back as he added another liquid to it. “Swallow it, fast”, he ordered. I swallowed the now bitter tasting juice in one gulp. “That’s G boy, we’re going to add some swirl to your slam.” He had me lay back in the sling as he invited one of his friends over to try out his new fuck toy. Little did I know they’d already coordinated this before my slam, he was just waiting until I was more agreeable. His friend arrived and Pup offered him my ass. For the next several hours the three of us fucked, sucked and jerked each other off until it was night. Hours had passed that seemed like minutes. By now it was early Saturday morning, and his friend needed to leave. We said our goodbyes and once he was gone Pup asked me how I felt. “I feel amazing Pup. I can’t believe I’m still wide awake.” “You want another slam, boy? I have something else for you to try.” “Hell yes Pup” He flashed me a devilish grin and he had me help him gather the supplies to prepare two more slams and two more trimix shots. I told him I wanted to try a bit more this time, so he prepared a .25 for me, and a .5 for himself. He decided to administer the Trimix first this time. Once this was done he put the tourniquet on my arm to administer my slam, but held back. “Do you want a bloodslam, boy?” My mind was racing. I had come down enough from my first slam that I was fully aware of what was happening, but in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be like this man. He’d made it his mission to corrupt me, and I was loving every minute of it. “Fuck Yes Pup.” “You understand this will almost certainly infect you?” “I know, Pup.” “I’m so fucking proud of you. You’re going to have my poz blood running through your veins. Just so you know, I’m O-, so you won’t have a bad reaction to it.” And with that my needle made a detour to his arm, and I watched the syringe fill with his blood. He pulled the needle out of his arm and licked away the blood that escaped from the injection site. This was hotter than anything I’d ever read about on BZ, and I was living it. He swabbed my arm with alcohol, then inserted it into my vein. “This is it boy, your life is about to change.” And with that he emptied the syringe into my arm. Just like last time I felt the cold rush through my body and I felt amazing. “Lay back boy, just enjoy the feeling”, he ordered as he administered his own slam. We laid around just enjoying each other’s bodies for a while, but then he ordered me to open my mouth. He dropped a small square into my mouth and told me to hold it under my tongue. “What is this?”, I asked. Before this weekend the strongest thing I’d ever done was marijuana, all of this was new to me. “It’s Acid, boy. Just lay back and enjoy the ride.” Pup began playing video games, randomly asking me if I was seeing anything strange. For a long time I didn’t feel anything, but Pup blindfolded me and told me to just lay back and relax. Suddenly it hit me and I felt like I was going to get sick. Pup rushed me to the bathroom, and sat me on the toilet, still blindfolded. When he pulled off the blindfold he was standing in front of me in his pup mask and pup gear. In that moment flying high on Meth and Acid I was convinced he’d transformed into an actual pup, but I was happy to see him. “Are you going to get sick, boy?” “I don’t think so, Pup.” “Then come back into my room” I laid on his bed while he continued to play video games. In that moment I was connected to everyone and everything, and I felt like we’d been transported into the video game. It was a good trip, and I was happy. As the sun came up he turned his game off. “Do you need to sleep, boy?” “Yes Sir. Sorry, I mean Yes Pup.” “You can call me Sir now. Do you know what earned you the right to call me Sir?” “The bloodslam?” “You’re damn right boy, you belong to me now.” And with that he retrieved some sleeping pills and gave them to me to take along with some Gatorade, which I swallowed down quickly. “Get some sleep boy, I’m not done with you yet.” To be continued (Probably next week, I'll be at IML this weekend)...

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

I interviewed with Charles when I was 21. He was everything I wanted to be. An accomplished lawyer, he had it all figured out. He had been to the right school, met the right man, lived an openly gay life, completely beyond reproach. He was about 5'-10,” and burly. He had a five o'clock shadow by 3PM. Not only did I want to work with him, I wanted to BE him, or at least be WITH him. We met at a round-table speed-date kind of job interview that my University had organized, at a local hotel conference room. My boyfriend had come along and had his own interviews with prospective firms. Charles seemed to like what I had to offer. He invited me to dinner that night with his husband, and we all seemed to hit it off. After the meal, his husband, Rob, went to bed, and we stayed in the hotel restaurant to continue talking about job prospects. After two glasses of wine, I felt his knees touching mine. He leaned forward and I could feel his hot breath all over my face as he invited me back to their suite, “for a night cap.” We took the elevator upstairs and I could feel him undressing me with his eyes. As soon as we were in his suite's living room, he tore my clothes off. The door to the bedroom was open, but Rob must have been asleep, or not interested in disturbing us. Charles stripped me down, peeling off my clothes, and sucked my cock down to the root. He could sense I was about to cum, and pulled off. “Not yet, you fucker. I have plans for you.” He bent me over and spread my ass cheeks. He gasped as he fingered my asshole. While I had a boyfriend, Liam, and loved to eat his hole and fuck him, but I had never been fucked, and it took a lot of rubbing and licking before Charles got one knuckle in there. I whimpered and gulped for air as he managed to get two fingers sliding in and out. He spun me around to swallow his beer-can thick cock, forcing my head down. I was in heaven and figured it was worth it if it got me the job. Charles sat down on the sofa, milking his incredibly thick hairy cock and balls. He fingered his own ass with one hand, as he beckoned me with the other, guiding my bare hole down onto his meat. I thought about asking for a condom, but I didn't want to loose out on a chance at a great job. I lowered myself down, facing the open doorway to Rob's bedroom, slowly receiving inch after inch of his wide dick. I bottomed out and started riding Charles, my own hard cock bouncing against my taught torso and drooling precum. Charles wiped up a long syrupy string of my dick drool and fingered it into his hole. To this day, don't know if Charles' husband Rob knew what was going on. “You gonna take my load, boy? You think you're good enough to take my cum? Gonna take my hot load? Gonna let me breed you? Gonna let me charge you up” “Oh yes. Fill me up! Make me a man!!!” Charles filled my cunt with his cum as I shot my own load all over my chest. When he realized that I had cum, he wiped my load into his palm and scooped it into his own hole. He pulled me off of his slackened tool and made me clean it. “Looks like you're hired. As much as I liked fucking you, you should know my ass is going to need regular servicing. I got charged up in the 80s and have been spreading it ever since. Here's hoping you can help me spread it around. It's cute boys like you who can get into any cunt raw... That's what we need. Welcome to the brotherhood...” With that, he kissed me hard, wrapping his furry arm around my neck. I really didn't know what he was talking about, but knew I wanted more of Charles' cock. Charles walked into his and Rob's bedroom, flopped down onto the bed, and passed out. I pulled my clothes on, and tiptoed out of the suite. I pulled my clothes on in the elevator and got out on my floor. I went into the room I was sharing with Liam, also a pre-law student, and undressed. He could smell the man-musk all over me as soon as I entered. “Have a nice time at your interview?” He knew I had cheated on him to get a job, and he just smirked at me, pulling down my underwear. He dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock. He pulled off and looked up, slightly confused. “You didn't fuck?” He was surprised that he couldn't taste ass juice on my dick. I grinned mischievously and turned around, offering my used cunt to him. He laughed out load and dove in, eating Charles' cum as it dripped down my thighs. He got hard rimming my ass and bent me over, sliding in effortlessly. Charles' cock was literally the same size as a can of beer, so Liam had no problem working his tool into me. “You've got me so hot. I can feel his load sloshing around in you,” he wheezed into my ear. His shallow breathing quickened and I could feel every pulse of his cock as he shot his load and worked Charles' load deeper and deeper into my guts. I came a second time, wasting my load onto the floor. To be continued...