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I was in Salt Lake City and was horny for another cum and dump party, so, I rented a motel room at the same Salt Lake motel that I had used the last time I had hosted one of these in SLC. It's just across the railroad tracks from downtown SLC. It's in an area of town that is largely black and Hispanic. As soon as I had checked into the hotel, about 5:00 PM, I sent out my room number to those guys who had previously responded to my BBRT, Squirt and Craigslist ads. I also placed a new advertisement on Craigslist and listed myself on BBRT in the "quick connect" section and logged myself into Grindr, Growlr, Scruff and Jack'd. Then I douched myself, showered and rechecked my messages, where I found two new replies from guys who wanted to come over immediately. Placing some duct tape over the door locks on my room door, I finished responding to all the other replies, then turned off the room lights and got ready to take some dick. The first guy entered my room at 5:30 PM. He promptly ordered me to my knees, demanding I suck his cock until it was hard. He was a young kid, probably about 23, probably an American Indian. His body as a bit pudgy and his chest was hairless. I sucked on his cock for several minutes until he was hard, then I climbed on the bed, positioning my ass up. He spat on my hole, then slid his smallish cock into my ass, fucking me for about five minutes before he planted the first load of my evening into my ass. Then he washed up and left the room. Just moments after the door closed, it opened again. A tall, thin man in his mid 50's walked in, reeking of cigarette smoke. He was wearing dusty jeans, a flannel shirt and a denim jacket. He was obviously the straight guy who had said he was on his way home from work, but who wanted a blow job. Again I dropped to my knees as he unzipped and put his small, limp cock to my mouth, which I sucked for several minutes before he began to get hard, but as soon as he got hard, he began to groan, then shot his salty load into me. He quickly zipped up and left my room. In just under four minutes he had cum and gone. I checked my phone for messages, finding a message from a guy who had just arrived at my motel, and wanted me face down on the bed. I wrote back saying I was in position, and inviting him up. Just then the door opened. I was laying on my stomach, my face buried in the pillow. The visitor didn't both undressing, before climbing onto the bed, spreading my ass cheeks, and licking my hole, his scruffy beard rough on my hole. After a couple of minutes he got to his feet, undressed, climbed back onto the bed, fingered and spat on my hole, working some spit inside. Then I felt his cock pressing at my hole. He then lowered his chest onto my back as his cock slid up inside me. He had a fairly small cock, but it was thick. He eventually had pushed me up on my knees, ramming hard and deeply into me. After no more than five minutes, I heard his voice for the first time as he exclaimed ""Ah, Papi. Take my cum. I'm cumming, Papi." He rammed into me, groaning loudly as his cock exploded in my ass. After resting for a couple of minutes he climbed off of my body and made to dress. Turning, I saw him for the first time in the dim light of that room: he was Latino, in his early 20s, and definitely worth doing. "Nice ass, Daddy," he said with a laugh as he stepped out the door. I checked for messages and checked my phone apps, replying to all I received, inviting all the men to join me in my room. Surely enough the rest of the evening was filled with a steady stream of guys, most of whom fucked me, although a few just wanted a blow job. Several of them were married Mormon guys, wearing their funny Mormon underwear. My favorite of the evening, was a black guy in his mid 40's. He told me he wanted me ass up, face down when he walked in. He didn't want to be seen. He also mentioned he was bringing a straight buddy, and both would fuck me. They texted me as they pulled up to my door with their car. So I climbed on the bed and buried my face in the pillow. I heard the door open and close. I heard some muffled talk going on between the two of them, but as they were whispering, I couldn't understand what they were saying. Soon I felt a weighty, meaty cock being slapped against my hole. The man would alternately finger my hole, then slap his cock against it, on a few occasions spitting on my hole several times, only to finally began to push up into me. He let out soft moan as his cock slid all the way up into me. Then he slowly began to pump. I could feel his cock harden and thicken as he fucked. Soon he was pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back into me, balls-deep. He fucked me for about five minutes, then pulled out of me, saying to his buddy "Your turn." Immediately his buddy's cock slid into me. He was even longer and thicker. I had to take some deep drags on my poppers to adjust to his size. The feel of his black bare cock fucking me was amazing. Giving my my ass a sharp swat, he fucked me hard, giving me another few swats, causing my ass to sting with each hard slap. "Faggot's got a nice hole," I heard him tell his friend. "Yeah. A nice pussy," the first guy replied. For the next half hour, these two black guys continued to alternate using my ass. The first guy filled my ass with his load. He pulled out and his buddy with the even bigger cock slid into me again. He only took a few more minutes before he added his load into me. Then they both quickly dressed and left my room. I had one more guy stop by a half hour later, an older Caucasian guy in his 50's with a rock hard seven inch cock. He gave me a quick load in my ass. Then I pulled the duct tape off the door and went to bed, figuring in the six hours I had been taking loads, I had taken eight loads in my ass, and three loads down my throat. Not bad for an impromptu breed and seed.

I've been working a lot of hours lately, trying to build up some cash reserves, so I haven't been online as much as I’d like. But I want to tell you about the last time my boyfriend Steve and I went out to play. We didn't really have anything in mind other than both being horny and hoping to meet up with someone into threesomes. We went to JR’s which isn't really our favorite place—too crowded and snooty. But the guys who go there are usually cute. It seems to attract a younger crowd than most places in Dallas. We met this kid who turned out to be a senior at SMU. So I'm thinking he's 21 or 22 at the oldest. His name was Brian. He was kinda short—5'7”—curly brown hair, with a big smile, and great personality. Besides that he had a cute Butt and a nice bulge in his Levi’s. We talked a while—each bought the others a round of beer. But it's hard to talk with it so loud; and besides, Steve and I wanted to do more than talk. Steve suggested we go outside to smoke a joint. We walked and talked, sharing the weed as we went. Steve got right to the point and asked Brian if the three of us could go over to his hotel. He'd already told us where he was staying, and it wasn't too far. The guy jumped at the suggestion. We hopped in Steve's car and drove over. When we got in his room we fell on the bed in a tangle. We were all over each other. He was obviously horny, feeling good, and ready to play. Of course, we wanted to POZ him. We got out of our duds pretty quickly. Steve and I went to work on Brian. I sucked his Dick, and Steve licked his Balls. I swung around to the 69 position, more to get out of Steve's way than because I wanted my Dick sucked. Steve took the cue and turned his attention to Brian's Ass. He poked his tongue in good and deep and pulled Brian back upon him. Brian moaned, having the time of his life—and, more important, let his guard down. I moved off his Dick to lick his Balls—nibbling them gently so that Brian couldn’t decide if he was feeling pleasure or pain. Steve had two fingers up Brian’s Butt, and the Youth responded by alternately rimming and finger-fucking me. Steve changed position. His Dick was aimed squarely at Brian's Butthole. Steve spat into his palm, held it out to me, and my saliva blended with his. He rubbed our Spit onto his Shat and Brian's Manpussy and plowed in. "Don't you have a condom?" Brian didn't like being barebacked. "You're safe aren't you? I mean, I'm not gonna catch anything from you, am I?" Steve had to throw him off guard. “I’m clean. And I always fuck safe." Damn, I coulda shot right then! My face was inches away from where my Boyfriend's Dick was sliding in and out of this cute healthy guy. I knew Steve was aiming to POZ him. Steve pumped him long and slow for a while. I went to work on his Balls and Nips while kissing him—keeping him distracted while Steve went in for the Kill. Steve tensed up and got that glassy look he always does when he’s about to shoot. After Steve pulled out, I slipped in. I love fucking a Dude whom someone’s just Creamed. It's so hot screwing a NEG Manhole bathed in the Lube of another’s POZ Cum. I was so boned up I didn't last long. Steve and I lay down on our bellies, and Brian fucked us. He felt good inside me—even though I'd just shot my Wad. What may have been the last NEG Load of his nubile life erupted in Steven. We all dozed on his bed for a while. When we awoke it was time for Round Two. Again Stevie and I fucked our POZ Loads into him. I went first. Again Brian waited until he had both our Loads in him before he shot—fucking his creamy NEG spooge into me. We wished Brian well at SMU (and prayed that we’d POZZED him). When we got home we were still horned over sharing the Gift that Keeps on Giving. We had to celebrate by Trading Strains one more time.

I always put on a blindfold the second I'm inside his apartment. And then I get naked. And then I get fucked, standing there in his hallway. Today he was kind; he rimmed me nice and wet before he rammed his 8" cock deep inside me. (Other times he has just spat on my hole, rubbed his cock in it and then pushed inside me...) He dragged me into the bedroom, and then the fucking continued with me on my knees on his bed. He rammed my hole from every possible angle, slowly opening me up. I knew what was coming, of course; the last time he fucked me I ended up gaping so much that he could shoot his load into my hole from outside - and he had said he wanted to do that again. I knew that would take more than just his cock... The last time he double-fucked me with his cock and the smaller of his to dildos - a double-dong - and tried the same with the thicker of his dildos but I couldn't take it... Well... THIS time I did! Damn... I was stretched! And then he returned to the slimmer double-dong, but he bent it at the middle so I had to take both cock heads of the toy - and then he forced his cock up next to them! FUCK! Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCK!!! Soooo stretched... And he fucked me hard! This is what my hole looked like after the triple-fuck... I think that qualifies as "gaping"! That was when he started loading me up; two condoms with stored loads were emptied in my hole and then he slid his fat, hard cock inside my hole. Damn... There was PLENTY of space for him! He fucked the two loads deep in me, and then he made me gape for him again... I could hear him jerking his cock and knew what was coming - or cumming! And then I felt the first jets of cum land in my open hole... My body instinctively spasmed as if I had had a cock rammed hard inside me - I was so turned on by feeling his cum run into my gaping hole... It was SO BLOODY HOT!!! If you want to see what it looked like, here's a little video. Remember to turn on the sound if you want to hear whether I enjoyed the load or not...

Here goes another tale of my continuing adventures since moving to California from Las Vegas. I recently moved to Valencia, California, an upscale suburb about 20 minutes north of Los Angeles and known for two things: Six Flags Magic Mountain, and the fact that the first two seasons of the show Weeds were filmed here and at which time Valencia was passed off as the town of Agrestic. In essence, I gave up the hustle and bustle of Las Vegas for the calm and peace of the suburbs. I also gave up my top fuck buddies in Vegas and I'm now working on finding a regular buddy with benefits here in Valencia. So far, the hot hung suburban studs I've met are happy to have a tight fuckhole ready and willing to take their cocks. I started out by putting up an advertisement on Craigslist which read: Discreet masculine married guy looking to get fucked. Although I'm married, my partner and I have a Don't Ask Don't Tell arrangement which means I get to do whatever I want, as long as there's no evidence left behind (i.e. used condoms). Most guys don't seem to care that I'm married since they themselves also are while still looking for a guy on the side to take care of their needs. I've gotten a few responses, peppered here and there with the usual fakes who inevitably come with posting on Craigslist. I'm a bartender so I work nights but can host weekdays while the partner is at work. Today everything seemed to align in my favor and I'm laying here basking in the afterglow of some mind blowing sex and an ass full of cum. Within an hour of posting, I received an email from a local guy whose picture seemed too good to be true. He introduced himself as Adam and his picture (attached) showed a handsome well built tattooed stud with a thick beer can cock hanging between his well muscled thighs. We discussed our respective expectations, and found we were both turned on by the thought of an anonymous, face-down / ass-up (and lubed) scene. We immediately made plans to meet within a couple of hours. He seemed nervous and preoccupied and wanted to make sure that I was drug and disease free, (which I am), and insisted I have condoms available so he can walk in and use my ass without any awkwardness. I gave him my address, showered and prep'd my ass for his arrival. He texted me when he parked and I indicated that I'd left my door unlocked and I was waiting in the bedroom on all fours and lubed for his cock. I shivered with anticipation as I heard my front door open and heard his footsteps heading towards the bedroom. I adjusted the blindfold he'd requested that I wear and took a deep sniff of poppers as I felt his presence and the shifting of the mattress as he climbed up and proceeded to rub his thumb in a circular motion on my hole. "Oh, fuck yeah!" he whispered and kissed my right ass cheek before lightly nibbling on it. I was flush with excitement as he caressed my ass and trailed his hands up my spine before placing both of them on my shoulders as I felt his wide cock head pressing directly onto my hole, targeting the center and beginning to spread me open as he struggled to shove his thick hole wrecker balls deep into me. If it hadn't been for the poppers, I doubt my ass would have been able to take his wide cock head or thick shaft. I remember thinking that I hadn't heard him put the condom on and I reached back to feel his cock as he continued to try to work his way inside. As I gripped his rock hard erection, I realized that I could barely get my hand around it but could not feel a condom on it. I said, "You're not wearing a condom." To which he replied, "It's ok, I prefer it bare when I know the guy insists on condoms because then I know I don't have to worry. Besides, there's not many condoms that fit my cock." By this point he was more than halfway in and I really didn't give a fuck about his twisted logic because he felt so painfully good and I felt so pleasantly stuffed and full that I was quickly building towards an anal orgasm. "It's ok, that hole is yours Stud," I replied. "You feel so good, please fuck me..." "Oh fuck yeah, I'm gonna make this hole mine. You're gonna want my cock all the time and I'm going to be here to make sure your hole stays open for me and ready to take my loads." He started sliding in and out and I could feel every vein, bump, and ridge along his shaft. Not to mention the fact that his wide flared cock head felt almost like a plunger as it slid in and out of me and I could feel it massaging the walls of my ass and bumping against my prostate. I was afraid I'd cum before he did, particularly as I knew my ass would clamp shut the moment I came. It felt so good. I had to use every trick in the book I knew to keep myself from coming too soon. He had no such compunctions and started speeding up and was soon slamming in and out of my ass moaning and groaning and telling me how fucking tight I was, how he'd make sure my hole only ever fit his cock from now on and how he was going to fill me full of his cum and leave me dripping with his load. More as a statement than a question, I whispered, "you're gonna cum in me?" To which he replied, "Oh yeah, and here it fucking cums, get ready! Take my load baby! Oh FUCK, take every last fucking drop!!!" And as he said this, I felt his cock twitching and throbbing and I felt a warm wetness fill my ass as his cum splattered and coated my ass walls and prostate. This was too much for me to take and I yelled out as my cock spewed its own load of cum and my ass milked his cock as I felt him collapse on my back as he gently bit my shoulder and whispered, "Fuck! We're gonna be good friends." He pulled out of me and for some reason, he took off my blindfold and I got to see him for the first time even though his DNA was already swimming in my guts. If anything, he was even more handsome in person than his photograph suggested. He was about 6'1", about 185 lbs, and had a muscular build which I was certain was not gym cultivated, but which he had earned in a lifetime of fitness and activity. But what struck me most were his bright green eyes, blindingly white smile, and masculine tattoos. He said, "Thanks, I really needed that, and I hope that I can come over again sometime." I smiled and said, "You're welcome back anytime." Leaning over, he nibbled on my neck as he stuck his finger in my hole and whispered, "Keep my boys in you. I want that ass to be mine."

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is my first story. Go easy on me guys The following is pure fiction. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is an amazing coincidence. Part 1: Intro “Fuck!” Mark yelled as he put his phone down. His calls with his parents had grown less frequent the past few years, but they always seemed to find a way to piss him off. The latest way was that they wanted him to go check up on his brother Joey at college since they had found out Joey had got thrown off the wrestling team and lost his sports scholarship and wouldn’t talk to them. “We would do it ourselves, but you know how we don’t like to travel to big cities” they said. “Big city? Its a damn college town in the middle of farmland," Mark replied, thinking to himself 'It seems my brother is following in my footsteps', knowing that his brother was even more easily distracted by partying than he had been. Mark began to think about the events that had brought him from a small, rural midwest town to where he was today. It had been quite a wild ride. Mark had left his small hometown and went to college several hours away for many reasons. First was to escape his parents who were very conservative and religious and tried to control everything Mark did. Second was so he could meet other gay guys his age without trying to hide it from his family, friends and nosy townspeople. And last was because there was nothing other than small community colleges nearby and Mark wanted be able to find a good career and move to one of the coasts and enjoy city life far away from his family. After a shaky start in school from too much partying his first semester, he did well. He got good grades, met lots of people and enjoyed a very active sex life. He was a lot more reserved his senior year when his brother decided to go to the same university. His parents were relieved that they were both going to the same school so that Mark could look after his little brother during his first year, but the reality was that they saw little of each other. Mark was busy with finishing up his senior projects and some hard classes while Joey was working out and practicing with the team when he wasn’t studying. They would occasionally run into each other at parties and go home for holidays together, but other than text messages they just lived in different worlds. After graduating, Mark landed a good job at a Silicon Valley software company and moved to California, sharing an apartment with his friend Eric who had also found work out there. The two of them had become friends with benefits their junior year but they never wanted to commit to a relationship since they enjoyed fucking everyone they could. Both, however, were quite relieved to be out of the Midwest, feeling liberated on the West Coast. They frequently went to San Francisco on weekends and hit any baths, bars and sex parties they could find. They had an easy time picking up guys - Mark was tall, a six foot Midwestern white guy with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, nicely toned even though he only sporadically went to the gym (and then usually just to check out the guys), a light fur covered his chest with a trail down to an impressive package - almost eight inches and thick sporting a PA that he recently upped to 0 gauge. His legs and bubble butt also had a covering of light hair. Over the last year he had been adding ink to the two tattoos that he had gotten in college. Both arms now had complete sleeves - the left continuing the tribal motif he started in college, the right being considerably darker and gothic. He was about to start on the tattoos for his back and was getting the art finalized with his tattoo artist. Being truly versatile, he could usually find sex partners almost anywhere - top, bottom or other vers guys to flip with (his favorite). Eric was equally as handsome but very different than Mark and could easily attract his share of men too. Eric came from a traditional Japanese-American family who was not pleased when he came out. He rarely talked to them and it was one thing that Mark and Eric had in common and they had become each other's family. Eric’s darker skin was devoid of any tattoos and he worked out to a strict schedule to keep his muscular five foot, nine body toned, taut and shaved, except for a neatly trimmed bush surrounding a thick 6 inch uncut cock. The only adornments were a small goatee, pierced ears and nipples, and an ever present smile. Eric considered himself to be versatile as well, but in reality he spent most of the time as a bottom. Most would consider him a power bottom - aggressive and usually in charge. That attitude continued when he topped. Whoever he fucked knew who was in control. A few months ago, Mark came down with nasty flu and was home in bed for over a week. A few friends told him to go get tested and he found out he was HIV+. Eric got tested too, but was still negative. The news didn’t really slow either of them down, they both continued to work hard and play harder but Eric was more cautious with whom he hooked up with. Some of Mark’s fuck buddies wouldn’t fuck with him any more, others insisted on condoms which Mark still refused to use. Mark did try condoms with Eric to keep their sex life going, but they both hated the feeling so sex between them stopped. Eric didn’t want to get infected and started to think about going on prep. They still did social events together, but their relationship started to drift apart. Mark did find a new group of guys to fuck that were either already poz or didn’t care. Mark kept putting off the doctor's instructions to begin meds. Several of his poz friends started letting him know where to find neg guys that wanted poz loads and he really enjoyed his new found power. The first week he bred five neg guys, all of whom announced he had come down with 'the flu', which gave Mark's confidence a boost. He no longer feared he was either never going to have sex or only get to fuck a few other poz guys. None of Mark’s family knew of his sexuality or infection and Mark was keen to keep it that way. He had heard enough from his parents preaching about “how those queers were going to rot in hell.” Mark tried to talk to his brother over the phone about his parents' concerns, but didn't get any solid answers out of his brother, so Mark concluded he would need to meet with his brother in person if he was to get a handle on what was going on. He really cared about his brother Joey and wanted to make sure he was able to graduate and escape like he had. Mark talked to his boss and was able to get a few days off a couple weeks later, so when he got home from work he sat down at the computer and hit all the travel websites and found what he needed - air tickets for going Thursday and coming back Monday and a rental car. He originally thought it would be better to stay at his brother’s apartment, but the more the thought about it a hotel room would make it a lot easier to hookup if he had time. After hunting around for a couple hours, he found a place that wasn’t a dive and didn’t cost a fortune. The hotel had outside door access and remembered going to a few sex parties there when he was in school. Everything was set. He would have to work hard the next two weeks since he might have a few days off, but the deadlines were still the same. He closed the laptop and got up and got ready for bed. Naked, he slipped into the bed with Eric and they kissed each other just like countless other nights before Eric pulled away and told Mark “We need to talk.” Mark’s heart sank at the sound of Eric’s words. Thoughts flashed through his mind, but the one that stuck was that he was about to get dumped. Looking at Eric he knew something was wrong because Eric's smile was gone and he looked very serious. “I know things have been pretty awkward between us since you found out you are poz” Eric said. “I want you to know that I still love you.” Mark’s heart sank even lower. He started to speak but Eric cut him off before he got the first word out of his mouth. “Let me finish” Eric continued. “I’ve decided that I don’t want to go on PrEP, Mark. It just isn’t me. I want our relationship to be like it used to be. Passionate. Sensual. Wild.” He waited a moment and took a deep breath. “I want you to poz me Mark. Share with me your virus like we used to share everything else. I want a part of you to be with me forever.” Tears ran down Mark’s face as he heard Eric talk. He wasn’t sure he heard it all correctly, since he just relieved with the fact that Eric wasn’t dumping him. “Are you sure?” Mark said after a long pause. “You really want me to infect you?” Eric’s smile came back as he wiped the tears off Mark’s cheek. “Yeah I do. I’ve thought about it a lot and realized I was jealous of those guys you have pozzed. I want to share our life together as a poz couple” Eric replied. Kissing Mark passionately and aggressively, Eric stroked Mark’s cock. Breaking the kiss he continued “And I want you to start now. Breed my fuckhole full of your toxic seed. Make me the poz pig you know I can be." “Oh fuck yeah” was all that Mark could say as his mind raced. Since the moment he found out he was poz he had wanted to bring Eric into the poz brotherhood but knew it had to be Eric's choice. He had almost given up hope that Eric would change his mind, but now it was happening. As months of pent up lust took over his body, Mark grabbed Eric’s head and forced it down on his hardening cock. Eric greedily sucked down Marks shaft, feeling the new larger piercing push into his throat. Eric always prided himself on having almost no gag reflex but this was the first time with Mark’s larger piercing and it was noticeably bigger. His throat covered Mark’s cock with slime as his tongue flicked and probed around the cock. Eric was eager to feel Mark’s cock back inside his ass after such a long time. He really missed their almost daily fuck sessions that they had done since their college days. Wrapping his hand around Mark’s balls, he tugged a bit, something he knew Mark loved. He felt the big balls with his fingers knowing that their poisonous contents would soon be deep inside him. The thought sent waves of excitement through his body. With his other hand, Eric stroked his cock which was now harder than he ever remembered it being. Leaking his neg precum onto the bed Eric bobbed on Mark’s cock, occasionally pulling off and grabbing the piercing with his teeth and shaking his head driving Mark crazy. Finally Eric couldn’t wait any longer and climbed up on top of Mark and positioned Mark’s poz cock at his ass ring. Feeling the steel on his hole for the first time in months, he grinned and remembered how good Mark’s cock always felt inside him. Mark looked up at Eric as their eyes locked. “Are you sure about this Eric? You can stop if you want to” Mark said softly. Eric just breathed deep, letting his hole relax a bit and shoved down as hard as he could onto Mark’s rigid cock. The pain was intense and he let out a scream, but it was what Eric wanted. He wanted to make sure that his fuck hole would have lots of small tears so that the virus could quickly enter his body. In some ways he wanted to make sure that it was the first fuck that infected him, but he wanted to take Mark’s charged load every day until he knew that he was no longer neg. After pausing a few seconds with Mark’s cock balls deep inside, Eric begin to ride Marks cock like he had hundreds of times before. He moved with hard, long strokes bouncing off Mark’s body. The look of pure lust came over both of them as the sounds of grunts and their bodies slapping together filled the room. After twenty minutes of Eric riding Mark’s cock, Mark bucked Eric off, pushing him on to his back. Grabbing his legs, Mark lined his cock up to Eric’s swollen hole. Looking down he saw a few red streaks on his cock and he looked straight at Eric and said “You are so fucking ready to get knocked up. My precum has been soaking into your wrecked hole and now its time for you to get bred." Without any hesitation Eric replied “Fuckin’ do it. Poz me up.” With that, Mark shoved his cock back into Eric’s hole, making sure to go at an angle and dig his cock into the walls of Eric’s chute. As if possessed, Mark started to pound Eric rougher than he ever had. He used all of the tricks he learned from the past few months of breeding several bug chasers he had fucked and converted. The bed was rocking from the force of Mark’s thrusts. Both of them were moaning and grunting in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. Sweat was dripping off his body onto Eric’s own sweaty body. At one point, Mark flipped Eric onto his stomach and then pulled him up onto all fours. Standing up, he shoved in three fingers into Eric’s gaping hole and roughly twisted them, scratching with his fingernails as he turned his wrist back and forth. Eric whimpered at the pain from Mark’s preparation. Mark quickly replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. He knew he was close to shooting his poz seed into his boyfriend. Leaning forward Mark’s head was next to Eric’s ear. Eric could feel the heavy breaths on his neck as Mark feverishly thrust his cock in and out of Eric’s ravaged hole. Their bodies slammed together over and over until Mark drove his cock in deep and held it there whispering “I love you” into Eric’s ear as his cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of toxic cum pumped into Eric’s gut. Mark just moaned as the cum kept shooting. He couldn’t remember ever shooting that much cum before. Marks body was pressed on Eric’s back while his cock unloaded the virus laden cum deep inside. As the pulses of cum subsided, Mark slowly started to thrust back in and out, pushing the cum around and deeper into Eric. A few minutes later his cock started to soften and Mark slowly pulled out telling Eric “Stay right there.” Mark jumped off the bed and went to the toy drawer in the dresser and pulled out a steel butt plug. Jumping back on the bed, he pressed the cold steel to Eric’s puffy hole and pushed it in until he felt the familiar pop as Eric’s hole sucked the plug the rest of the way in. Moving around to the side of the bed, he fed his dripping cock to Eric who quickly licked and sucked it clean. Once he had finished, Mark laid down in the bed, covered in sweat, cum and spit. Eric curled up next to him and kissed him one more time whispering “Thank you” as they both quickly fell asleep.

(Special thanks to Lynn who inspired this story. Love you, man.) 1993 Jeff. It's too common a name for someone that meant so much to me some twenty years ago. Someone who changed my world completely. I guess you could say my world needed changing back then. I was single and mostly okay with being alone, but the nights were lonely. My dating history was spotty at best...mostly just fucking around here and there. I'd often find myself spending my evenings exactly as I do now: Smoking a cigarette and staring at a computer screen for hours. AOL chat rooms were still a big thing back then, and horny people from all over the world had staked their claim to most of them. I hung out in one room called "GeorgiaMaleforMale". I was in a medium-sized town with no active gay community that I knew of. A few guys went to the park or to the rest area on the highway. I'd been there and done that. I guess my 20's had taught me that there are no boyfriends in those places...nobody to hold hands with or take to dinner. There was cock and cum and lust. Around that time, I stopped thinking love was a real concept. The French had invented it as a nice word for "attraction". The harsh truth had started showing on my face in wrinkles and a permanent frown. I started looking older than my actual age. Fuck it. Plain old lust was good enough for me now. I ended up chatting with a guy who lived about forty minutes from me. Jeff. There were no photos in those old AIM profiles...just descriptions of themselves and their desires. Jeff's wasn't really detailed, but his short distance from me was enough for me to go on. He and I were somewhat similar...he was a year older than me and a few inches taller, but none of those details seemed to matter to me right then. I secretly hoped he'd private me first, but that didn't happen. I took the plunge.... Hi, neighbor. Oh HI! I was about to private you, but I figured you were already chatting with somebody. Nope. How are you? Not bad. Are you new here? No, but I haven't been here much lately. It's the same jerks as always. They talk trash me in this place. Why? Reasons. My name is shit around here. I think it's because I come across like a snob when I type. I'm not, though. And also I'm poz. Damn. I was so sick of that disease...it had haunted my prime sexual years and it was just so brutal. Every time they discovered something new about the virus,it was more apparent that AIDS was almost impossible to cure. Oh. I'm sorry, man. How do you feel now? No symptoms...but I'm not going to lie about it to assholes online. Some of them probably have it to, but won't own up to it. Sucks. You are better than them. You okay with me being poz? Are you clean? Doesn't matter to me. A bisexual guy fucked me bare when I was in my teens...gave me butt warts. That's a beginner's bug. Herpes is pretty much the same. You like to be fucked, huh? I do! I haven't had sex in four years...it's not worth the heartbreak. 'Heartbreak'? I don't bother with romance any more. You like sucking dick? Absolutely. I'm good at it unless the guy is too big. Oh. Well...I'm kind of big. More wide than long. I just love being blown. Would you suck a poz dick? Why not? Would you let a poz guy fuck your ass? With no condom? I would. Are you a chaser? I mean, are you trying to get infected? Not so much...I just don't care. I focus on the experience and the man. I can give you an experience alright. Do you have a digital photo? No. Sorry. Do you? Yeah. I'll send it to you. You can make an online photo at Kinko's. Just take a regular picture there and they'll convert it. It's cheap. Will do. I don't have any nude pics though. Ha! I don't either. Can't imagine giving a nude photo to some random Kinko's employee. We'll see each other nude soon enough. Check your email tomorrow morning. Gonna crash now. I'm I'm Jeff, by the way. I'm Lyle. Sleep well, Jeff. It was almost 2 AM on a Friday night/Saturday morning. I didn't turn on the radio because I couldn't handle hearing "I Will Always Love You" one more time. That fucking song, I swear. I'd read and go to sleep. My brain was full of thoughts, ideas and questions. I'd ask the kid at Kinko's about digital cameras. How did they even work? Where could you buy one? I'm sure they weren't cheap. I had no dreams that night. Early on Saturdays is when I usually did laundry. It wasn't busy and nobody would rip your stuff off at this hour. To hell with it. Sunday morning would work. I raced to the computer which I'd left on. Jeff had sent an email! It had an attachment that I opened so fast...there he was. He didn't look sick. A little skinny, maybe....but well within the normal range. His face was somewhat boyish and pale. His hair was dark and recently cut. He wore a nice, blue-checkered shirt, buttoned all the way to the neck. Handsome man. I could reply and gush about the picture...write some adoring compliments maybe. But I stopped myself. I would turn 30 this year and knew there was no romance left anywhere so there was no point chasing it. This was just a sex thing. That was enough. OK. Time for me find a photograph of myself. I had a whole shoe box full of them and an unused photo album that somebody gave me a long time ago. I was never a fan of looking at pictures of myself because all I could do is see all of my flaws. One of the first few I looked at was taken at some cousin's graduation and it was candid. I was looking over my shoulder at something and my hair looked pretty decent. I bet I was craving a cigarette and was scouting for a place to go have one. My brother probably snapped this one. I decided on this one because I looked okay and really didn't want to go through all the old memories just now. The Kinko's guy was reading a paperback when I walked in, and the place was empty. Good. I was slightly embarrassed even though he'd have no idea what my mission was. He seemed bored and possibly hungover. He listed the options: on a disk, through email, various filters, etc. I didn't really know what to get so I just asked for the deluxe package sent to my email. "Just the one photo? You could bring in up to ten...better value." I didn't even think of that. "No. Just this one." I felt like a kindergartner. "Suit yourself. Put your email address on this form and keep your receipt. This'll probably in your mail by the time you get home." I needed to go do some weekend chores, but I just couldn't wait to talk to Jeff again. Sure enough, the pics were already there. I wasn't real familiar with zip files, but figured it out. So weird -- looking at myself on the computer. They had put borders on some of them, altered brightness and colors. I chose the one where my cheeks looked a little pinker and the background was dark. I attached it to a message for Jeff. Good morning! Here's my pic. It's about six months old, but I look pretty much the same now. Hope we talk soon. My phone number is --- ----, if you'd rather talk that way. Lyle I didn't know what to do with myself at that point. My apartment building was coming to life and so laundry was out of the question. I kind of needed something to focus on just then. Nintendo. I went through all the levels of Mario Bro.s 2 and 3. Was he awake? What was he thinking? Maybe I should vacuum or something. I prepared to busy myself when the phone rang. My heart raced and I tried to get my shit together before answering. I picked up right after the third ring. "Hello?" "Hi Lyle. It's Jeff. I'm looking at your picture now....so cute!" "Thanks. Yours too. I did like you suggested and went to Kinko's. I meant to ask the guy about digital cameras, but he was not all the friendly. Do you know anything about them?" "They have them at the Best Buy here. I think they're a little pricey, but we can go look." "Cool. I want to see you so badly." "Today? Today would be good because my roommate is out of town until Monday." "Oh. I didn't know you had a roommate." "David. It's his house. We're not boyfriends or anything, even though we fool around once every so often. He's poz too." More new things to think about. "I can be there in less than an hour.What's a good time for you?" "Wait until after you eat some lunch. That'll give me time to clean up around here." It was almost 11 AM. "OK. I'll see you around 1 or 1:30." He gave me directions and I wrote them down carefully. There's no way I could eat anything. Electricity was pulsing from my groin to my heart to my brain while my stomach was AWOL. I took a thorough shower and then wondered what the hell I should wear. It was still warm enough for shorts, but I hesitated. I finally just wore the nice, casual clothes I'd planned on wearing to work on Monday. Instead of loafers, I put on some Nike high-tops so it wouldn't look like I was ready for a date. But that's kinda what this was, wasn't it? I hadn't been on an actual date in over a year. I put on just a bit of cologne out of habit. What I felt wasn't "nervous"...it was a step above of that somehow...right below "panic". The drive went by pretty fast even though I listened to AM talk radio. The right-wing assholes flourished in the South. My anger at this demographic distracted me a little. They all hated Clinton and said nasty things about his wife and daughter. Fucking rednecks. I wish my company would transfer me to a blue state like Illinois or California. 'Hallyen' was the name of Jeff's street, but I said it in my head as "Hell Yeah". It was a middle-class neighborhood, and pretty tidy. Jeff's house (or I guess his roommate's house) was set away from the street behind some massive trees. I didn't know what I expected a residence with two poz guys living in it to look like. Maybe I figured it would look a little menacing, darker. But the place looked normal and the day was beautiful. I parked along the curb and turned off the damn radio with rebellious force. To hell with those people. And there he was. Jeff. He was standing there all tall and handsome, with jeans and a gray polo shirt. He looked only slightly different than the photo he sent. He had a full, healthy five o'clock shadow already. His hair was black and there was a hint of something foreign in his skin tone. He had no shoes on. "Lyle? You're slightly early, my friend. It's cool. You're not allergic to cats are you? -- I forgot to ask. There's a cat inside and he hides when David's not here. I always forget what his name is..." "Sorry. The drive was quicker than I thought. I've never been here." The yard was mostly neat. "Come on in. You look nice. I haven't even finished drying my hair. Sorry." "Your hair looks perfect. Nice feet." He looked at me with a puzzled expression. "They're pretty big and beat up, but at least I trimmed the nails not long ago. Come on in." After I was inside, I smelled the odor of pot right away. Pot and cat box. I was no prude or anything...I'd toked more than a few times in college. It just didn't much except make me hungry. There was a ceiling fan lamp on...with multiple globes, but only one of them had a working bulb. The last light with life. My dad wouldn't stand for that. He was always replacing bulbs and searching for the brand that lasted longest. It was maybe to defy mortality. ??? "Nice place, Jeff. Lots of space." Thanks. Make yourself at home and I'll finish getting ready. Want a beer?" He brought me a Bud and disappeared off to another room. He was humming. The beer was burning my stomach a little which made me wish I had actually eaten something beforehand. Oh well. I guess Jeff wasn't a typical gay dude because he finished grooming really fast. His hair was gelled and he was wearing big, clownish deck shoes. Nice. "Hey, Jeff -- I think I need to eat something. Sorry. I forgot about lunch." "Me too. There's a decent taco place on the way to Best Buy. Let's go." His little car was in the driveway and was really warm inside because of the sun. Jeff didn't seem to notice. I worried my pits would start to sweat, but I was a guest. I wouldn't ask for AC or if I could roll down a window. Maybe he was cold-blooded or....or not feeling well. I mean, how could he NOT be sweating?? Nope. Powder dry. I distracted myself with counting all the confederate flags on the route. Goddamn those people. The little taco place was in a strip mall that had only one other tenant...a nail salon. We ate a few tacos and tortilla chips. I felt better almost immediately. I watched Jeff eat. His fingers were long and thick and the wrists were covered with dark fur. There just wasn't one thing about this man that wasn't attractive. The waiter came to collect or plates. "Want a drink, Lyle. I want a drink." "Sounds great!" He turned to the guy. "Dos vasos de tequilas por favor." Tequila. I tried to remember if I'd ever had it before. After the glasses arrived, Jeff reached into his front pocket and retrieved a few pills. I guess my curious eyes gave me away. "It's just Tylenol. I woke up with a little fever this morning." "Oh no! I'm sorry, Jeff." "No worries. I get them from time to time. Nothing too bad." "Do you want to go home? We can do this another time when you're feeling better." "Hell no. We're going to have another drink and I'll be fine by the time we're done." So we has another glass of tequila with ice in it. I was liking it. Jeff ordered one more. "How you feeling?" "Well...I'm feeling warm. It's either the tequila or my fever is gone." "Possibly both." "Yeah. You have great eyes, Lyle. Smart eyes. First thing I noticed was that you had smart eyes. There's always thinking in those eyes." This made me look down. Nobody had ever said such things to me. Most people said I had the same eyes as my dad, but I never got the sense that was really a compliment. "Thanks. Your eyes are beautiful as well. All of you is." "What about one more drink?" I was pretty drunk already, but that was not my biggest concern. Alcohol lowered your immune system and I figured Jeff didn't need that just now. "Will you be OK? I don't want you to get a fever again." "It's gone. I know all the cops around here. They're usually drunker than anyone they pull over. Let's go!" He paid the bill even though I'd wanted to. It was still so nice outside. I wasn't wobbling or anything, but my balance was a little off. I watched Jeff's perfect ass as he walked ahead of me. It was so fine even though his jeans sagged a little low at the waist. It was still warm inside the car, even warmer than before. "Do you mind if I roll down the window a little?" "Yeah...as long as you don't mind if we put off the Best Buy trip until later. That tequila wiped me out." "No problem. We can go whenever you want. Are you okay?" "Just tired. I didn't sleep all that well last night." He wasn't the only one. Back at his place, Jeff turned his big TV. "Not much on but college football today. That okay? You follow sports at all?" "Not passionately, but it's fine. Go lie down and I might even have a little snooze myself." He smiled,handed me the remote and left. I don't dislike football. My thing with watching any sporting event is that it all seems like reruns to me...I couldn't tell if I was watching a new game or one from ten years ago. Maybe I would stretch out on the couch and take a nap. I muted the volume and watched the hulking beasts run into each other over and over again. I was drifting off but also keenly aware of the beautiful man sleeping so near by. If you could somehow combine a shot of tequila with elements of college sports, you'd have the greatest sleep aid ever. Jeff was awake and trying not to make noise. Just his presence in the room was enough to jolt me out of a sound sleep. I listened to him clatter around the kitchen for a few minutes before getting up. I followed the sounds and found him peppering two thawed steaks. "Hi. Do you feel better, Jeff?" "Yeah. Much. I thought I'd grill out on the deck while the weather is still nice...sound good?" "Sounds great." "Want a beer or a soda or something?" He'd changed clothes. "Beer sounds good." "Well...there's two different kinds in there. Possibly three. Pick one and bring it out back while I get started." The refrigerator was packed with all kinds of good stuff. I'd never asked Jeff what he did for a living. Maybe David was wealthy. Whatever -- I guess it wasn't any of my business. He hadn't asked me much either. I went through the sliding glass door and smelled that wonderful smell of charcoal and lighter fluid. The odor of Summer. "It's a nice space here. Your backyard is beautiful." "I'll tell David you said so. He is obsessed with getting everything raked, mowed and weeded. Speaking of which...." He offered me a blunt that was already lit. "A little appetizer?" "Thanks." I took a toke and watched Jeff slide the steaks onto the grill. I was no prude about weed, but a little particular. I loved smoking it with really good friends, but it felt weird to bet stoned with people I didn't know very well. It didn't seem like a very social drug. "I'm glad we can talk. When the cicadas come out in the evenings, you have to practically yell. They are usually out by this time of year. Weird. That annoying song they sing means that Summer is over." "My dad always called them 'locusts' even though I tried to explain to him the difference many times. Stubborn bastard, my dad." "That reminds me. We're having a salad alongside the steak. I made it fresh. We used to buy that bagged salad, but I once found a live grasshopper in one I'd just got from the store. Never again. I don't I made the coals hot enough, so this will take awhile." "It's fine. It's just so beautiful back here. I live in an apartment and am almost never outdoors." The weed was relaxing, but not intense. My stoner friend Jimmy would call it 'kind'. Jeff settled down on the bench next to me. He'd put on flip-flops that were probably a size too small because his large toes hung over the edges. "Here's what I find weird about you, Lyle." Uh oh "You are super smart and always thinking...so why haven't you asked me many questions? I mean, we've talked about insects more than we have about important stuff. Are you biting your tongue?" "No." I handed him the roach. "I'm just a clod. I like you so much and I don't to ruin my chances by asking too much." The meat was just barely starting to sizzle over the heat. "I guess I understand that. You're not a clod...just polite. I should tell you that I'm unemployed. I worked for a place that did lithography...coupons, ads and crap that most everybody throws away. Word got out about me and they fired my ass." "Is that even legal?" "Probably. This is the South. I didn't love it there enough to fight. David and I were fuck buddies back then and he invited me to move in. We're both such sluts and it's anybody's guess as to who pozzed who first. This for four years ago. I do everything around the house, but not the gardening. David's a physical therapist and makes a very decent living. Your turn, Lyle." "Um...I am an Aries. I work for a regional magazine, doing layout and some writing." "Have you ever been in love?" "Yes. I can honestly say I once was. His name was Norman. I know I felt love, but I'm not sure he ever did. We weren't sexually compatible. Those were his words." "Like how?" "He was very endowed. It hurt too much to have him try to fuck me. He bought me a dildo to practice with, but I just couldn't make myself use it." "I'm the same way...it's flesh or nothing. But the bad news is that my dick is really big. Probably bigger than Norman's." We'd finished the roach, but Jeff had a fresh fatty ready to spark. "Oh." "Maybe he was just too impatient. Or maybe he was a jerk." "Probably both." "I'm very patient and know how to go slow...especially with beginners." "I've been fucked before...guys with smaller penises. Always with a condom, though." "Well, I've got tons of Trojans in my bedroom. I don't like wearing them, but they can be fun to jack off with." The sun was close to setting and I wondered how high I was. We ate and talked about more mundane things as the coals in the grill slowly died out. The cicadas started their obnoxious hum. "They're here!" "Perfect timing...I was just about to suggest we go inside." I wanted to sit for a little longer. That sound , that song that signaled the and and beginning of things. Jeff put his flip-flops back on and left all the dirty plates outside. "Is the fire out?" "I don't know, Boy Scout. I'll have over 24 hours before I have to clean everything up. David could be on LSD and still have to do the dishes before going to bed." Once inside, my host pit some of the many candles that seemed to be everywhere. I'll leave the TV off is you don't mind. Want music?" A wave of dreamy static washed over my brain. I kind of wanted to hear the cicadas harmonize above the roof. "Sure, Jeff. Anything you want." "Ever hear of Mazzy Star? It's probably my favorite CD of all time. I once smoked a shit ton of hash and listened to the whole thing twice. I swear I found a few dimensions of reality that night." I knew I'd love it. I knew I would because I love everything about how I felt. I would have admitted I loved Jeff too, but that would wreck everything. "Sure If you've never heard this group, go to youtube and sample it now. I mean, wow. It was beautiful, hypnotic and yet still interesting. The singer's voice was like a tiny fairy serenading your soul. It helped that his sound system was amazing. My ex had a thing for Enya, but I could never understand what the fuck she was saying. "You like this, Lyle?" "I love you...I mean 'it'. I love it." I guess I was too stoned to be embarrassed. He chuckled and finished off the joint. "Me too. I've got more weed in my room, but let's sit here for a few minutes. Take your shoes off at least. Relax." I did, and it felt so good I took my socks and shirt off too. "Nice. I was going to do that for you if you didn't." While I was in audio bliss, he had already stripped down to his underwear. I was a little sad that there wasn't more than candlelight in the room. I wanted to see his body under a thousand watt bulb. But this was nice in a way too. Even though there so many shadows in the room, I could tell his dick was huge. Way bigger than Norman's. He never showed much when soft -- not like Jeff. I wanted to stare at his bulge, but my eyes were closing. I wasn't so much sleepy as I was in a pre-dream sue to the music. One lyric, one piece of music caught my attention: "I could possibly be fading/ Or have something more to gain/ I could feel myself growing colder/ I could feel myself under your fate" He wasn't next to me. "Jeff??" "I'm just getting a beer...I have cotton mouth really bad. Want one?" "Yeah. This CD is amazing." I'd buy a copy for myself if we ever made it to Best Buy. As if he's been reading my earlier thoughts, Jeff switched on a hallway light. The room brightened a little. He also brought a big candle to the coffee table in front of us. I took the opportunity to look at his groin. I might have looked too intently. "You like it, huh? It doesn't scare you?" "No. It's...I want it." "Okay. Just double-checking. I want to show it to you. So bad. So, so bad." He dropped his undies and THERE it was. It was so long and wide...and somehow alien. I swear it twitched a little. "You can touch it if you want." And I did...maybe too fast. It was super-heated and started to get bigger as I gripped the shaft. "I've never seen a dick this big! You're right...it's way bigger than Norman's." I bet he was used to getting complimented on his awesome meat. "Please kiss it. Please." He didn't need to be so polite. I put the warm head to my lips and tasted this beautiful man. I was savoring the flavors and didn't realize how completely hard he was getting. "That's nice. Take off the rest of your clothes and then I want you to suck me." It was awkward to strip completely in front of this perfect specimen, but I wanted to please him so badly." And he remained fully hard. I was no good at estimating size, but I'd bet it was over ten inches and my wristwatch would probably fir snugly around the base. It hung in the candlelight like a third arm or something. "It'll be easier if I sit. Get on the floor." You know when you're at a restaurant and really hungry? You order too much food and can't eat it all. That was me right then. I wanted to take that cock all the way down to my lungs, but only get about a third of it in my mouth. Jeff played with my hair and humped a little, trying to get farther in. My stupid gag reflex kept kicking in (a problem I'd had with Norman). "Sorry." "What? Why? You're going farther down than most guys can. I want you to enjoy this too. It just feels so nice and I can get a little greedy with a nice mouth on my dick." I eased up a bit He was moaning and breathing heavily. I could do this all day, every day. Would he cum? Mine own dick was ready to burst. "OK. Come sit down here beside me." He lit up the third or fourth joint of the evening. I kind of didn't want to get more altered so I faked my tokes. "The candles smell good. What scent are they?" "Damned if I know. David buys them. I like the plain ones because just the smell of ordinary melted wax is nice enough. Come on. Let's go to my bedroom." He took me by the hand and led me into the shadows. The room was very inviting. There was a night light already on and the bed was made. It made me happy that he'd planned on bringing me here all along. "This is a nice room, Jeff." "Thanks. The bedding is brand new...you can help me break it in." He stretched out on top of the comforter and closed his eyes for a second.. His cock was still rock hard. "I'm going to ask you this only once more...Are you sure you want to do this with no condom?" I was so sure. "I don't usually allow guys I top to have a choice, but I'm giving you - just you - the option." "I appreciate that, but I don't want latex between us." "And you fully understand what could happen if I cum in your ass? You're not too stoned?" Was I? "I'm fine. Ask me to name every state capitol...in alphabetical order." "No. That would make me go limp. I believe you. Get on up here and you can sit on it. That way will be easiest." He produced a tube of lube and started oiling up his throbbing boner.I could watch him do that for hours. "I so wish I had a digital camera right now. Is that KY? Norm used that on us." "No. This is way better. I don't have much left so we need to make it count." I straddled his waist and let him massage a wet glob of the stuff into my butt hole. Jeff had larger fingers than my ex, but was much more gentle. That alone felt so good, I'd almost be happy if it ended now. "Good God. You are super tight...this will take some time. Ready? Just ease down on my cock. Don't rush." He held my sides and guided me lower. I felt him contact ever so slowly. I remember this as always being the worst part. I wondered if I should have asked him to just rape me and get it over with. But he wasn't that kind of guy and I really needed this to mean something. "Ow!" "Sorry, Lyle. Too fast?" "It's fine. It's fine. Are you in?" "Just barely. Relax and try to get used to it. for a minute. I can wait." It was painful but I willed myself to concentrate on the feelings of pleasure that had to be coming soon. "Yeah. Oh! Take your time." Amazingly, I had made it almost halfway down the shaft...still waiting for the good feelings to begin. "I can't take more of it, Jeff." "It's okay. We'll stay like this and smoke a little." He lit up the blunt, but I declined. I'd had enough...and I didn't want an ember to drop on his hairy chest and set him on fire. I relaxed a little and another half inch entered me. "Don't rush, babe". "It's feeling pretty good right now." It was. THIS is why guys did this. I finally got it just then. "Good! I'll let you set the pace." I maybe pushed my luck a little because I felt my ass rip more. "Wait. Hold on." His dick was wide as a wrist at the base. I'd come too far to hesitate now. "You're almost there. Goddamn it feels so good inside you. Shit. You're gonna get a big load pretty soon." And then he was all the way in. The pain wan't gone but it was starting to get crowded out by the pleasures... both mental and physical. I lifted up a little and move back down, letting that huge penis stir my innards. He slowly started to thrust to meet the rhythm I'd started. He let out a long groan. "OK, man. I'm almost ready to shoot." "Don't. Not yet. Can we switch places?" The low light in the room hid his expression. "Perfect! We can fuck like newlyweds." It was a little awkward changing positions because I didn't want him to pull out for even a second. And then we settled in the missionary style. "Bring your knees down as close to your shoulders as you can..yeah. Like that." He was setting the pace now because I think he knew I wanted him to take over completely. He did. The thrusting intensified and sweat was dripping onto my face. I caught more of his face in the dim light. His eyes were squeezed shut and his smile was bright and natural. "Yeah! Cum inside of me, Jeff! I want it!" He was pure animal after that, growling and primal. At no point in my life had I ever felt this turned on. "I...I..Oh God. I'm breeding you now, little buddy! Shit!" He'd shot his load only a split-second before I did. Everything would be different now. He collapsed on top of me and his heavy breathing had a slight rasp. My gluey load was squished between us, making a slightly comical noise.Then we kissed for a long time. His breathing was returning to normal. I was blissed-out. After the lust and adrenaline left my system, the weed resumed its work. How was it even possible for a human being to feel so good? "That was fantastic, Jeff. Thank you." "It was great, huh? Do you need the bathroom? It's right across the hall from my door." I did have to sit on the toilet, but had no idea what would come out of me. I was ready for whatever. I sat for a while, but blood mixed with a little lube is all that was in the bowl. I stayed longer, not wanting to chance an accident while I slept. I was fine. I'd read porn stories where the bottom was fucked so hard he could barely walk. I could walk just fine. There was some soreness, sure, but nothing too bad. "What time is it?" "Last I looked at the clock, it was after 10. I'm gonna take a little nap...you can go watch TV if you want to." No way. I wanted to lie down next to that big, warm body. Our 'nap' lasted until morning. He snored and mumbled in his sleep...but it sounded like music to me. Neither of us really wanted to leave the bed, but gradually did. We never made it Best Buy on Sunday. We smoked, fooled around and talked. At one point I almost said "I love you", but held off. He'd already said he was not the boyfriend type in so many words. It had been a great fuck and that's all. It was a harsh truth that I hadn't really prepared myself for, and it made me think I should go home now. I'd always have the memory of this. Jeff and I hugged goodbye. I thought about "love" on the highway. I still felt it. Maybe it was enough just for me to have the feeling and enjoy it. Just because he wasn't in love didn't have to figure into the equation just now. Love feels good...as good or better than sex. I could have this emotion even if it wasn't returned. That's where I stayed and am still staying to this day. A great ending to this story would be Jeff eventually falling in love with me and us moving in together. That's not what happened. Jeff died two weeks later. After unanswered calls and no sign in the chat room, I finally drove to his place one night. David was home and he told me what had happened. "He got pneumonia and went really fast. He was only in the hospital for ten hours. He's buried in the small town where his mother lives. I have her number if you want it." I took it calmly and jammed it in my pocket. "Thanks." "I'm sorry, man. Do you want to sit down and have a drink?" Oh fuck. If he tried to hit on me, I'd lose it. "No thanks." I could feel tears wanting to come. "You're Lyle, right?" I nodded. "He liked you. Said you had fun." I'd never return to this town. The physical Jeff was gone, but he was still alive in my thoughts and in my heart. AIDS had ruined so many love stories, but I'd never let it claim this one.

Last night, I met some friends out for drinks. I parked my car on one of the side streets and hit a more popular microbrewery. The Detroit riverwalk area has a few straight pubs so we did a little hopping. I had already deep cleaned my ass before going out just in case some straight man got some liquid courage to try some ass instead of pussy. Not having eaten, I took my drinking slow, trying a lot of the specialty brews. A lot. Still, by the end of the night, I had a nice buzz and my friends were ready to go their separate ways. I decided to walk to a nearby coney (fast food diner) to help the buzz subside. I figured both the walk and a nice meal would help, and if not, a nap in the car would definitely help. So instead of taking Jefferson, the main road, I took a side road between Jefferson and the river. It was dark and the cool air felt good on my face. Only downside was the occasional drizzle leading to a light fog. I passed a dumpster by an abandoned building when nature called, I needed to take a leak. As I walked around the dumpster, I already had my pants unzipped, dick in hand when I was surprised to see two guys sitting, leaning against the wall, smoking and with a couple of paper-bagged bottles in their hands. The first guy was easily 6’4”, short curled dreads, dark ebony skin, maybe about 240lbs. Second guy was shorter, maybe 5’8”, really skinny, clothes too big for his frame. Both with beards and I noticed their athletic shoes were pretty worn. They didn’t smell too fresh, but I can appreciate a good man scent, either from gym workout or daily sweat. I’m sure I caught them off guard, as well, but it was two of them and one of me. I explained really quickly with slightly slurred speech that I just needed to take a leak. The big guy was gentle with me and said, sorry man, we’re hanging out here, cops don’t mess with us back here but let me take you around the building, show you a place with more privacy. He put his arm around me, looked back at his smaller friend and guided me to the back of the building. I didn’t get a scary vibe from the big guy at all, otherwise I would have taken off in a heartbeat. As he led me behind the building, pointed out that my shoe was untied. I thanked him and knelt down to tie it. He said he had to take a leak too and if I didn’t mind him doing the same. With that, he undid his pants and pulled out a really thick dark tool, about 7” easily, soft and uncut. He pulled the skin back partially and let loose a stream within 2 feet of my face. I just stopped tying my shoe and stared. His stream stopped but he left his dick hanging out. Gently, he pulled my head toward it and said, “open your mouth.” Without waiting, he rubbed his dick on my lips and pushed in. I could smell his masculine scent emanating from his balls just inside his zipper. I loved the way his ounces curled up tight just above his dick and he continued to massage my head as his meat got stiffer in my mouth. Not letting go of my head, mouthful of dick, I heard a voice behind me, the thin second guy. “Everything good?” “Oh Yeah,” the first guy said. “Then maybe it’s my turn to get a little action,” the skinny guy said. While keeping the first guy in my mouth, the little guy lifted me from the ground to where I was basically bent over sucking dick. The skinny guy undid my pants and pulled them to the ground. He then spread my ass cheeks and I felt a hot wet tongue digging deep in my hole. He continued eating my ass for about 5 solid minutes while the big guy’s dick was rock hard in my mouth to the point I was gagging and coughing out spit all over his dick. At this point, his pants were opened more, belt still cinched, but zipper spread, balls pulled out. Scrotum easily about the size of a medium orange, dick about 8-9 inches, 5 around. So the skinny guy stopped eating my ass and I heard the zipper then a thumping of flesh on my bent over ass. Then I heard some more spit being produced, felt my hole being roughly fingered, and then the head of his raw dick push against my hole. OWWWW!!!! The big guy held his dick firmly in my mouth, which kept my scream gagged as the skinny guy slowly pushed inside me. I had no idea how big he was but either for lack of lube or because he was just fucking huge, I could feel my hole being split open. The big guy chuckled gently and said, “damn, you’re gonna make this guy’s hole into a pussy. Never knew your dick was bigger than mine.” At that point, all I could do was accept the fact that I was being spit roasted in a back alley by two huge big black dicked men. (If my boyfriend had any idea, I would be so dead.) I felt the fucker shoot his first load and continue till he shot a second load deep up my ass. I knew it was a lot because I could feel a lot of pulses as he came. He pulled out with a squishy sound and the guy in my mouth pulled out and said, “my turn.” I had basically been nursing the huge guy since I couldn’t do much with something that long and thick. The skinny guy pulled around in front of me and it was then that I saw his size. I’m sure he must have done some damage because he was easily 10-11” long and I’m guessing definitely over 6 inches thick (my bf is 6 inches thick). His dick was slick with his cum and I could taste the damage he had done to my hole. The big guy behind me said, “ain’t no shame in getting a taste of my bruh before I smash.” And I felt his bearded mouth latch onto and literally chew on my puffed out cum coated anus. He pulled back, gave an Mmmmm, and pushed inside me. While he was big, he was nowhere as big as the skinny guy. So it was a little easier to take his dick, but he still stung as he slid in my damaged hole. At this point, I’m now on all 4s resting on a flattened cardboard box. Thick guy is fucking me from behind and skinny guy has his shirt off, pants down and has slid under me in a 69 position. I’m enjoying his softened dick, tasting a mixture of his cum and my damaged hole around his foreskin and musky spit-slickend balls. All the while, the skinny guy is getting a view of the thick guy, pants now around his ankles, giving me a good hard fuck. If anybody caught us fucking out in the open, we would be in a heap of trouble but the cops had more important things to do. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, and I knew they were loaded. He thrust and long-dicked me for about 10 minutes before finally grunting loud and shoved in deep. I could definitely tell that he came because my cum-slick hole was now even more slick as he finished thrusting the last of his juices. Since I was close, I let the skinny guy continue to suck until I bust my load in his mouth. Big guy was still inside me and gave me a little hug, told me, “I could feel your ass squeeze my dick each time you spurted. That was hot.” I sucked him clean and we got dusted and dressed. I suggested that we go to the diner and I could buy them a meal as thanks for the fun time. They gladly accepted and we walked a few more blocks to the diner. We had a good conversation over the meal and they told me they get ass pretty often from guys like me walking from the bars, but I was the first Mexican guy they ever had. I asked if they could do it again sometime and they responded hell yeah, that if I’d be cool with it, they got a couple other friends who could join in from time to time and where they liked to hang out, under a certain bridge and at a certain park. And if maybe I could help by bringing a little something to drink and eat, they would be happy. Deal. Buzz gone, we left and we went our different ways but not before they pointed out my ass had a wet spot. Hot.

Being from a country where PrEP is not yet available, many gays are scared to bareback. Last Friday / Saturday I tried to push a few tops to bareback. Here are the stories. On Friday evening I went to a local gay sauna where I spotted a nice 30-something guy with an athletic build and some nice fur. We kissed and sucked for a few minutes, and then I suggested we find some privacy. He agreed, and we entered a cubicle. After some 69 action the guy told me he was strictly a top, and asked if I had a condom. I replied I did, but instead of producing one, I continued with some sensual foreplay, straddling him and kissing him as I teased his cock with my hole. I had thought earlier to lube my hole, so when we were properly lined-up, I sat on his cock. Since he didn't stop me, I rode his cock bareback. After a while he suggested we try doggie style, however, before sliding into my ass, he slid a godam condom on his cock. Still, I enjoyed the hard fuck he gave me, and we both came. After the first fuck I was getting a drink at the bar when a hot tall stud with shaved head and some tattoos came in. I followed him in the Finish sauna and decided to seduce him right there as I didn't want someone else to snatch him. I chose to sit on an upper bench, just behind him, and after a few fleeting touches he leaned against my body as I caressed him, which led to deep kissing. Then I suggested we find some privacy. Once in a cubicle he fucked my mouth, after which I straddled his crotch, brushing up against his cock. He murmured the word 'condom', but I ignored him and sat on his cock. He clearly enjoyed the bareback ride. After a while he wanted to fuck me while wearing a condom, with me on my back. After some fucking he asked me where he can cum. I told him its his decision. He ripped of the condom and fucked me bareback until he came. We lay there after the orgasm, doing some cuddling and kissing when we both got hard again. He asked if I had a condom but I answered 'no'. He mentioned he had some in his locker, but that he was too lazy to go get them. So I took the hint and rode his cock again, again bareback. After several minutes of great bareback action, he told me he wanted my cum on his face. So, when I was close, I gave him a facial. He surprised me by abruptly flipping me over, and power-fucking me, again bareback, only to withdraw and blow his load on my face. On Saturday evening, (while visiting my home town), I met up with a blond 25 year old regular. We usually just 69 and kiss, usually in his car, since neither of us can host. On this occasion, I was straddling his crotch, kissing him, when, inspired by the evening before, I surprised him by sling down on his cock and riding him. This went on for ten minutes or so when he abruptly withdrew, saying he didn't want to bareback. We finished with some sucking and jerking.

The young lad (John as I found out later) I had the session with a couple of summers ago soon turned into a regular fuck buddy. At 19, he was a surprisingly dirty little fucker who was always up for having his limits pushed (or preferably busted wide open) and I was always happy to oblige if I could. Even though he’d seen my biohazard tattoo the first time we played (he could hardly miss it since its right next to my dick and he’d sucked on that for ages before I’d fucked him and left my dirty seed in his hole), he never asked me to rubber up and I’d never offered to either. He was the same with my poz mates once I started to share him with them. He was always up for getting fucked and fucking us if we were in the mood (I always was) and he never asked them to play safe despite their equally prominent biohazard tatts. We guessed he either wasn’t bothered about us being poz or was a chaser. Either way, we were all happy to be fucking a horny young guy as nature intended. It didn’t come as much as a surprise to me then when about 3 weeks after his arse had got some particularly heavy use during session in which he taken loads from me, the guy who pozzed me (Mal), and another poz mate of mine (Dave), that John began complaining that he felt too ill (a really bad cold he thought) to come over to my place to play with us the next time we got together. Course, we guessed straight off that it was fuck flu but we didn’t say anything until he was feeling better when I took him off to the local clinic to get tested. When he got his results through (poz naturally), he actually seemed pleased. Perhaps that wasn’t too much of a surprise because he was turning out to be a bit of a twisted fucker (so nice in such a young lad). After all, he said, it added a new dimension to the fun he was having elsewhere. My curiosity tweaked, he told me that regularly had sessions with girls his own age and older women as well as blokes. Although I’ve never fucked women, knowing that this young poz fucker was going to be spreading his dirty seed around boys and girls got my cock twitching and I was almost shot my load there and then when he told me that he also played with his brother (sometime just the 2 of them and sometimes with a girl or boy they both fancied). Thing was, he said, that his brother (Paul) wouldn’t let him fuck him any more and hadn’t done for about 4 years. Since Paul hit 18 (he was 3 years older than John), John had had to get used to getting his arse fucked regularly but not getting anything in return. Understandably, John got pissed off about this. He was very versatile lad and having a dick in him usually got him so horny that he needed to fuck a hole too. Obviously, this wasn’t too much of a problem if him and Paul playing with a third and John had got fucked but if it was just the two of them together, then poor old John ended up having to jack off on his own once Paul had used his arse. Naturally, the sicko pervert in me wanted John to have his fun with Paul’s hole, particularly now that John was poz, because family fun scenes have always got me horny and the idea of one brother stealthing another got me very horny indeed. John agreed that it was a pretty sick fantasy but one he’d love to try out just to see how much sick it was. When I told Mal and Dave what went on at John’s house, Mal said he wasn’t surprised. Paul was, he told me, mates with one of the apprentices at the factory where Mal worked and, although they’d only bumped into each other a couple of times when they’d been out in town drinking, Mal had got the impression that Paul was a total slut who didn’t much care what he fucked (man, woman, or animal) just as long as the hole was tight and he could dump his load in it. It must be pretty frustrating, Mal said, knowing that you’re never going to get the chance to breed a hole but all the time being expected to give yours up to your brother every time he felt the need to dump his load. Who couldn’t agree with that sentiment? Things sort of muddled along from that point with the four of us. Mal, Dave and I played just as we always had. John joined in either one-on-one or with the 3 of us as he wanted or didn’t as the case might be. At other times, he was fucking around on his own, no doubt spreading the bug far and wide in the process. All the time though, something was gnawing away at the back of my brain. All the time, I was wondering how I could set up a session that would end up with John fucking Paul while Mal, Dave, and I watched or, preferably joined it to charge his hole as much as possible in one sitting. John’s 21st birthday eventually came to the rescue. We’d simply get Paul into my playroom and using friendly persuasion get him to let John have a birthday fuck. John was up for it and so were Mal and Dave. How we three would end up fucking him after John was another matter. After all he wasn’t giving it up to his younger brother so the chances of him giving it up to 3 blokes he’d either hadn’t met before or didn’t know that well all of whom have biohazard tatts and are into raw fucking were probably pretty remote without the use of drugs, force, subterfuge or more likely all three. We fixed up for John and the rest of us to go out for a birthday drink about 2 weeks before his birthday. Mal was due to be away on the day itself so we had to bring the party forward so that we could all get the chance to use Paul if the opportunity presented itself. We met up in town as arranged. Mal, Dave, and I were already in the bar when John and Paul arrived. Paul oozed a kind of sexual cockiness that got both my hole and my dick twitching. I knew he had had the same effect on Dave when our eyes met and he gave me a wink. Mal, unusually for him, didn’t seem that interested. I guessed that might be due to him having met Paul before. Perhaps he was just used to him and his attitude. Then again, perhaps he really wasn’t that interested in Paul. We had a bit to drink and then headed off to a club nearby. The mood was really good and Mal was beginning to be a bit chattier than he had been at the start of the evening. Paul was a laugh - a jack the lad who really fancied himself but not too in your face about it. Dave and I agreed that we both wanted to fuck him come what may. We weren’t too sure whether despite the fun we were having at the club Paul would be up for it so we thought that it might be a case of restraining him in my sling (assuming we could get him in there for John to use) and then having a go at his hole ourselves. A ball gag would keep him quiet if he got too vocal. Either that or we’d force feed him some poppers and see if that improved his mood. Mal was still playing it very cool and Dave and I both thought that he’d probably not come back with us at the end of the night which should have been a shame as he’s a brilliant fuck and loves dirty talk when he’s fucking a neg hole. John, Dave and I were relieved at the end of the night when Mal said he’s come back to mine for a night cap before heading off home. He said that he had to get up early for work but he’d not mentioned that to me before so I guessed he really wasn’t into Paul and would make his excuses and leave before the fun started. Once back at my place, we got some beers and sat down in front of the tv. I put a porn dvd on –bareback stuff of course. Paul grinned, squeezed his dick through his jeans and settled back to watch. John needed to piss and so left the room. While he was gone I turned to Paul and asked, ‘How come you don’t let John fuck you?’ Paul chuckled and replied, ‘I see he’s been talking to you about what goes on at home.’ ‘Yeah,’ I said. Paul continued, ‘Dunno. We used to fuck each other when we were younger but I sorta grew out of it. I’ve been almost totally top for a couple of years now and it just didn’t feel right letting my baby brother fuck me.’ ‘OK,’ I said, ‘Do other guys fuck you?’ ‘You offering?’ Paul asked. ‘Nah,’ I laughed, ‘Just curious I guess. Mal, Dave and I all play together so was just being nosey about how it worked in other people’s relationships.’ ‘You’ve all fucked John I hear. At least that’s what he says,’ said Paul. ‘Sure have,’ said Dave. ‘Good isn’t he?’ Paul smiled. ‘Sure is,’ we all said at once. ‘He’s fucked me and Dave,’ I said. ‘Yeah?’ said Paul. ‘Yeah. He’s a good fuck both ways,’ Dave added. ‘Well he was from what I remember,’ Paul said, ‘but lately I only know what he’s like to fuck.’ At this point, John came back into the room and things quietened down. We focussed on the dicks pounding away at tight holes on the tv screen. Suddenly, Mal said, ‘John, you wanna fuck Paul for you’re birthday treat?’ ‘Sure do,’ said John. We laughed out loud. ‘Well,’ said Mal, ‘You gonna let him?’ Nah,’ said Paul. ‘I prefer it when he’s taking it like my bitch.’ ‘Go on, mate,’ said Dave, ‘He’s only 21 once and he’s been complaining for months that he never gets to fuck you.’ ‘Yeah,’ I added, ‘If you let him fuck you this once perhaps he’ll shut up about it and give us all a break.’ Paul just laughed and added, ‘It ain’t gonna happen.’ We all fell silent again and go back to the tv. Mal pulled his dick out of his trousers and started playing with his it. It’s not the biggest or thickest dick I’ve seen but it is one of the best looking and the heavy guage PA that Mal wears just adds to the overall attractiveness. John took things one step further. He stripped off his clothes and came over to where Dave and I were sitting. He knelt in front of us and took turns sucking us. I looked over to where Paul was sitting and he was watching his baby brother acting like a whore and then switching his attention to Mal’s dick, then back to John, and then back to Mal. Getting up, he moved over to where Mal was sitting and tried to suck his dick. ‘Fuck you,’ said Mal, ‘You’re not having any of this unless John gets to fuck you.’ ‘Don’t be like that mate,’ said Paul. ‘I’m not being like anything,’ Mal went on, ‘I’m well into brother/brother scenes and you’re not playing so you can fuck off if you think you’re getting any of this without doing something for me first.’ ‘For fuck’s sake,’ said Paul. ‘John get over here and fuck me.’ John duly obliged and while Paul stripped I went and got some poppers and lube. I got back to find Paul on his back with his legs up in the air and John with his tongue buried in Paul’s hole. They were the only ones naked at this stage. The rest of us had our dicks out but were still clothed as we didn’t want Paul to see our tatts. I passed the poppers round and Paul took a big hit. John looked up and we all saw Paul’s hole open and pulsing gently. John greased his dick and, putting the head next to Paul’s lips, thrust forward. His dick slid easily into Paul’s hole and John started pumping away at his brother’s cunt. Mal moved over to where Paul was getting fucked and began to whisper in his ear. I couldn’t hear what was being said but Paul looked totally blessed out by the poppers, the dick in his arse, and Mal’s words of encouragement. Dave and I sat back and enjoyed the show. John didn’t last too long. His thrusts became more frenzied and his breathing hoarser and hoarser. Suddenly, his body arched and he unloaded his poisoned load deep into his brother’s gut. Mal said to me, ‘Get a butt plug.’ I did and once John had pulled his dick out of big brother’s hole slid the plug in. Dave and I stripped off our clothes and went over to where John was lying on the floor, panting. We got him on all fours and while I sucked on his hole Dave shoved his dick down his throat making him gag. Paul, coming down from the fucking he’d just got, started sucking on Mal’s dick at the same time as watching Dave and I play with his baby brother. Suddenly, his eyes bugged out. I guessed he’d seen our biohazard tatts. ‘What the fuck?’ he shouted taking his mouth off Mal’s dick. ‘Get some fucking rubbers, you two,’ he said to Dave and me. ‘Bro, they’re poz,’ he added, ‘Don’t let them fuck you.’ Knowing that I’d got his attention, I slid into John’s arse and began slowly to fuck it, pulling almost all the way out and them slamming back in. Paul tried to get up but Mal put both hands on the back of Paul’s head and pushed it roughly down on to his dick. ‘Shut the fuck up,’ he said, ‘and let them do John the way he wants it.’ Paul struggled but wasn’t able to escape. His eyes were fixed on the sight of his brother being used in the mouth and the arse by 2 poz guys. Mal started to talk to him as slid his dick back and forward in Paul’s mouth. ‘Your brother loves it raw, mate, and you’ve been fucking him raw for ages without even knowing that we knocked him up. Now he’s put his dirty seed in your arse so you need to worry about that more than what’s gonna happen to him if he gets another load in the cunt from those two.’ I was getting pretty turned on by what was happening and, as much as I wanted to use Paul’s hole, I wanted to cum as quickly as possible. Pounding away at John, I shot my load in him and we collapsed on to the floor. Suddenly, Mal was standing up and stripping of his clothes. ‘See that?’ he asked Paul pointing to his tatt, ‘I’m a poz daddy and I bred all three of them and now I’m gonna do the same to you.’ ‘No, please,’ whimpered Paul. ‘Too late, mate, replied Mal, ‘You’ve got one dirty load up there already and now your gonna get an arse full from all of us.’ Getting Paul on all fours, Mal pulled the butt plug out of Paul’s arse. Paul’s hole began to contract. Grabbing Paul by the hair and pulling his head back, Mal took control of him and positioned his PA next to Paul’s already bruised cunt lips. ‘Tell me you don’t want it, you fucking slut,’ said Mal through clenched teeth. Paul said nothing and Mal forced his dick into Paul’s chute. What followed was one of the most brutal fucks I’ve ever witnessed. Mal was like a man-possessed, fucking way at Paul like he was a worthless piece of meat. Paul knelt there and took it. On all fours, he was like a dumb animal, simply kneeling and taking the beating his master was giving him. Once Mal had unloaded in him, Dave mounted him and fucked him hard too while John and I licked the cum and cunt juice off Mal’s softening dick. We both saw traces of red in the sweet sticky mess that coated Mal’s dick and we smiled at one another, knowing that the PA had ripped up Paul’s gut. After Dave had finished, we examined his dick as we cleaned it up and itwas bright red with Paul’s blood. Mal shoved the butt plug back into Paul’s arse and told him to keep it in place until he was told he could take it out. What had happened to Paul was the most amazing transformation I’ve ever seen. He’d gone from a self-assured cocky top to worthless cum dump in the matter of a few brutal minutes. All night, we used him. Whenever we wanted, we took the butt plug out and fucked him. By the end of it, he was thanking us for each poisoned load we gave him. We were happy to oblige. I think John used him 3 times. I managed 2 loads up him. Mal and Dave did too. Mal’s second fuck was almost as awesome as the first and left Paul’s cunt battered and bleeding even more than it was first time round. The butt plug stayed in place until we sent him home late the following day. It’s difficult to know whether it was that session that bred him or whether it was the regular fucks he got off Mal but one way or another Paul ended up converting. And now he’s much more willing to give his arse up to blokes who need to use a hole to make themselves cum. His willingness to share his cum his greater than ever but now there’s a real sting in the tail when he shoots. I’m glad to have played my part in making it that way and I'm always up for helping out when I can.

I've been fucked in a lot of different places, sometimes in full view of the open public like on the New Orleans streets during Mardi Gras. The one that sticks in my head for some reason was getting fucked under the bleachers during a high school football game by a few friends. A thousand people overhead while a hard cock was spilling it's seed in my ass just feet away. Three of those friends also insisted on fucking me in the middle of the field after the game was over, the lights turned out and everyone was gone lol

I started watching interracial porn online and then wound up moving to interracial specific sites. I chewed through everything they made in probably under a month. They were the first porn sight I subscribed to and, so far, the last. They weren't making videos as fast as I was consuming them so I looked elsewhere. Then I learned about the entire Queen of Spades scene; women who only slept with black men. It was hot. Really hot. Eventually it was all I could get off to. After a while, I started to admire those women. Not 'admire' in the way you admire someone's beauty but in the way you wish to be them, or at least in their position. I dreamed up with elaborate ways to seduce a black man and have him dominate me. But that's all they were, fantasies. At least at first. I had started browsing an interracial sex blog. They mostly posted porn but sometimes they would post general lifestyle stuff. I was scrolling through the blog with my cock in my left hand and the mouse in my right when I saw a post about temporary tattoos. Jack of Spades often have tattoos that subtly hint they want to have sex with a black man, I hovered over it for a minute and thought about my fantasies. "What the Hell." I thought, "Worse case scenario i throw them out." I hit the link and the page blinked to an online store. There were the usual Queen of Spades tattoos at the top and some more extreme stuff at the bottom. I chose a black, curly spade with a white 'J' in the center. For Jack. I was about to head to the checkout when I started thinking about the stuff further down. I could feel my ass get hotter as I thought about them. Maybe... just a peek... I was largely disappointed by what I saw, most of it seemed over the top and grotesque. Then I saw one and my heart leapt. This one, this was one. I slammed on the 'add to cart' button and went to checkout. But after I bought them I came harder than I had ever cum in my entire life. A few business days later they arrived and I totally forgot about them. It was one of those things that's really hot when you're horny but you're immediately ashamed of when you cum. I considered throwing them away but I couldn't, it would be denying a part of myself. "Maybe I'll go out to a gay bar and wear them at a bar or something?" As soon as I thought it my stomach tightened. What if I run into somebody I know? What if the guy I meet knows someone I do? What if he knows family? No. No way I'm risking that. I couldn't keep them, But I couldn't throw them away. Then I had a stroke of genius, I'd keep them in my fag bag, that way if I'm ever out of town or got a Hotel room alone I've got them right there. I pulled my black fag bag out of my closet and slid them carefully into the small front pouch, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few months later I got a hotel room, So I went and got a cheap motel room. My room was completely red with white sheets. It had a heart shaped jacuzzi in the room. I pulled out the Chastity Cock Cage and put it on, I changed into a jock strap and some sweats and a tee shirt and watched TV. When I got a hankering for a coke. I counted out a couple bucks in quarters and headed for the ice machine. Standing in front of the ice machine was a man straight out of my dreams. His skin was the color of Mahogany and he looked as sturdy, dense muscles stretching beneath hairless skin. He was huge, easily 6'2" with broad shoulders and huge pecs all barely hidden under a grey hoodie and blue jeans. "Hey," he said, "You have a quarter I can borrow?" I realized I was staring and stammered out some kind of affirmative before handing him a quarter. "Thanks." He had a tattoo on his body. I smiled and walked back to my room, conscious of every step. My heart pounded in my chest and I swallowed hard. I'd always had a reaction around tall black men but nothing like that before! Then I remembered the tattoos. I opened my door a crack and peeked out. He just entered his room; 25, right next to the ice. This was it. This was the perfect moment. I yanked the tattoos from my bag and ran to the bathroom. I put the smaller one, the Jack of Spades, right on my arm, I put the second, larger one on my right butt cheek. It needed all the room i could give it. After a few dozen times checking them in the mirror I took a deep breath and knocked on his door. "Just a sec." He opened the door and rose an eyebrow at me. "Hi." I said, I could feel my ass getting hotter. "Hi." He responded a little sarcastically. I swallowed hard and put all my effort into not shaking. "The phone in my hotel room doesn't work and I was going to call the front desk and find out how to get on the web, Mind if I barrow yours?" He looked me up and down and shrugged, "Sure, come on in." I murmured a thank you and and walked directly to the phone and started dialing. His room was a carbon copy of mine, down to the red walls but no. Whoever cleans this motel deserved an award. I put my hand to the receiver and turned to him, "They put me on hold." "Makes sense," he said, "It's Saturday night. Probably a lot of people getting rooms ." I cradled the phone in the crook of my neck, pointing my tattoo on my arm at him, and acted like I was making idle conversation. "So what's the tattoo for?" He smiled a little, revealing perfectly straight teeth, "It's nothing much, I've just been pretty lucky in life that's all." I nodded approvingly. "What's yours?" "What this?" I pointed to it, "Nothing it's too weird." "No come on, tell me." "No I can't. It's too weird. You'll laugh at me." "No I'm serious!" I smiled mischievously, "Google it." He rolled his eyes and pulled out his iPhone. Just then the front desk answered, I said I'm in room 41 and wanted to get the code for the web, being extra sure to say the room number a few times to front desk, "Any luck googling that?" I said as I opened the door. "Yea just one-" He trailed off and his eyes narrowed. He read over it a few times and looked at me in disbelief. I smiled my best," A few minutes after I returned to my room there was a soft knock at the door. My heart hammered in my chest as I opened it. I held the door open as he entered and said, I think I figure out the tattoo" He took off his hoodie, stretching out his chest and back as he did, "You know I think I did." As he rubbed his dick, I moved down to my knees and pulled down the waistband of his sweats. He looked surprised but he smiled. I reached in to his boxers and my heart skipped a beat. He was way bigger than I thought. I pulled it out and it was almost one and a half times as long as my dick hard. And thick. So thick I could barely wrap my hand around it. I ran my tongue all the way from the base of his shaft to his head, reveling in the taste of his cock. "Good." I said and slid his cock past my lips and all the way into my throat. I held it there for a moment, pressing it to my throat before I pulled it out again. I gasped when I pulled it out, but he gently gripped me by my hair and put my mouth back around his cock. Slowly he startled fucking my throat until his balls were hitting my chin. I gagged but let him fuck me. I wanted to please him. Finally he pulled out and rested his gigantic saliva-covered cock on my face. "You like that don't you ?" He asked again. ? I was still gasping around his meat, so I just nodded and caught my breath. He grinned and forced his cock back into my mouth, fucking my throat all over again. He pounded and pounded until his cock started to twitch and his balls sucked into him. I closed my eyes and waited for the salty taste of black cum. But he yanked himself out of my throat and grabbed my scalp with his left hand. I closed my eyes just in time to feel loads of warm cum splash onto my eyes, nose, lips and open mouth. He squirted over and over until my entire face was caked with his Black Seed. I felt him shake off his last few drops onto my outstretched tongue. My cock was so hard and pressing against the cock cage, as I swallowed the load in my mouth and then set about sweeping the cum off my face and into my mouth, gratefully swallowing every drop. When I opened my eyes he was still hard and I instinctively stretched my tongue toward his cock. "Nope." He said, lifting me to my feet. "That was just a warmup." I took off my shirt and climbed onto the bed. I immediately felt his hands on my waste band and he yanked down my sweats in a frenzy. He smiled when he saw my cock cage, And said you are going to be my slave, Once my pale ass was exposed he stopped, and chuckled at the black ink on my right cheek. The second tattoo read, "Black Cock Only" I felt his massive head force its way into me. It hurt, a lot. I couldn't handle it. I begged, pleaded him to stop but he just pressed harder and deeper. When I started to squirm away he held me down. I didn't just feel the pain in my ass, it jolted over my legs and through my very spine as though I was being split in half. I grunted in pain and his massive black hand covered my mouth and he took my ass by force. My tears mingled with the cum glaze he left and flowed over his thick fingers as he made my ass his. Not tears of terror, tears of pain and pleasure. He released his grip on me when he realized I was backing my ass into his cock. He said, This ass is mine now, Eventually the pleasure weighed out the pain and I couldn't keep myself from moaning. Long, deep animal noises in a voice that was not my own. His cock slammed into my bowels in long, deep strokes until I could feel his massive balls slapping mine, dwarfing them. Suddenly he grabbed my hips and pulled my ass toward him. I could feel his Big Black Cock pulsating inside me, sending waves of pleasure ripping through me. He was cumming in my ass. Marking it as his own. I could feel his load filling me, and I came with him. He withdrew his massive BBC and his sperm leaked out of my ass and over my balls and already-limp cock. He smiled and rested his cum-covered meat in between my ass-cheeks, knowing I wouldn't -or couldn't- resist. "This," He squeezed my ass like it was a new toy. "This is mine now." I own this now" Unable to speak, gasping into the pillow, I merely looked back at him and nodded. I rented the room all weekend, I stayed in all weekend, And he owned my ass for the weekend That started a reg thing for me renting a room, And taking care of Black Men ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On Monday I was contacted on Growlr by a Brazilian, 37 years old. I had met some time earlier when I was out clubbing. He asked me if I was up for any fun. I was, so I invited him over after work, around 6:00 PM. He arrived on time, fucked me bare back with his very large cock, shooting a huge load in my ass. After he came he asked me if I was 'clean'. After he left a regular came over and went second, blowing a large pent-up load into my ass, commenting, as he was cumming, how slick my hole was after taken the load from the Brazilian guy. Then at 7:30 PM my boyfriend got home and dumped a huge load into me. He really loved going third. Then I made dinner, and we enjoyed a couple of gin and tonics. The next morning, I woke up and found I was dripping spunk. My hole was also quite puffy. I felt amazing.

Part 22 Shortly after the weekend with Charlie, the twins went through their bout of the fuck flu. It did little to slow down their sex drive as they were left to spend their time in bed together. After they recovered from the fuck flu their sex drive seemed to multiply. They were sucking and fucking each other when ever they thought they were alone or able to get away with it. One night they were blowing some clouds and thought that their parents were out to dinner. Between the Tina in them and their over active sex drive they were careless as they were fucking. They were fucking in their bedroom with their door open enough that when their father walked by he couldn't help notice his two naked sons, one on his hands and knees and the other right behind his twin pounding away. Upon realizing what was going on he barged into their room calling them 'queer boys', 'faggots' and proceeded to kick them out on their gay asses. They grabbed what they could and stuffed it in their gym bags and quickly left the house they had grown up in the past 18 years. They only knew of one place to go and showed up at Steve's door. After hearing what had happened Steve told them they could live their (since that was the plan after they were to graduate in a few weeks). This also allowed them to do some more work for Steve as a twin sex couple. Things were fairly tame through the summer as the twins started to make Steve some nice money between their 'performances on the net and the occasional, 'personal and private appearance' with special individuals who paid Steve good money to spend time with two jock twins. On a sunny Wednesday morning as fall semester was approaching as the twins went to register for classes where they met Thomas. The twins knew Thomas was special and without saying a word between them had the same thought. Bam Bam, Robbie and the twins moved into the two bedroom after the co-eds moved out over the summer. This left the one bedroom open for rent and the studio was set up for the twin's to perform in along with anyone to take an unsuspecting hook-up in their to have the sex recorded (and hopefully a recorded stealth pozzing). Whether Thomas was gay or straight, the twins planned to get him into the studio, smoke him up and fuck him good. Thomas didn't think twice as the twins were very friendly asking all about himself. Thomas was very open with the twins as they learned he was far from home, all of his friends and classmates were going to either community college or a state school. It didn't take much to get Thomas interested in hanging out with the twins since classes were not set to start the following Monday. That night Thomas showed up at the apartment building meeting the twins at the studio apartment. The three guys chatted about high school, family and friends. What the twins did not know was that Thomas had his own dark thoughts about the twins. Out of the blue Thomas asked, "Do you guys smoke weed?" The twins didn't say a word as one of them pulled out a well packed bong and proceeded to light up. Soon the three were passing the bong back and forth while successfully getting Thomas to take more hit's then they were. The one thing Thomas didn't know was that the weed was dosed with Tina and his drink was spiked with GHB. As the drugs took effect it wasn't hard to get Thomas in the mood for something he knew deep down inside he wanted. Thomas further surprised the twins when he asked if they ever partied with anything other than weed. It was becoming clear to the twins (and Steve who was watching the action on camera) that Thomas was into more then they thought. Thomas could tell that there was 'something' in his drink and that the weed was more than weed as he knew the hunger for 'attention' was growing. Steve was able to control the temperature of the room and slowly raised the temperature causing the three guys to begin to strip down. Thomas was the first to remove his shirt as the twins followed his lead. The conversation continued and Thomas never mentioned a girlfriend as he talked a lot about one friend in particular. As the G and T in his system began to loosen his lips he let it slip about prom night spending the night with this one friend after dropping their dates at home. Thomas didn't hold much back as he talked about the two of them trying a new drug that got them horny as fuck that resulted in....... Thomas suddenly realized what he has said when he noticed that the twins were only wearing their underwear and had moved in closer to where he was sitting and he was naked. There was no denying it as they began to touch each other in ways only a man can touch and please another man. Thomas took a quick second to retrieve something from his cargo shorts pocket. The twins could see that he had that familiar glass pipe and a small zip lock bag of familiar crystal. The pipe was loaded and a torch was lit by one of the twins as the bowl was heated and Thomas took a huge hit before he handed it over to the twins. They were all naked now as they got high and proceeded to kiss, lick and suck. It didn't take long before Thomas mounted one of the twins and began to fuck him raw.

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I placed an ad on Craigslist this afternoon seeking hung tops to load my ass. The scene would be totally anonymous...come into my apartment, slide in my hole, nut, then leave. The first response got me really excited. The guy simply said he was a muscular 26 year old with an 8 inch, very thick cock. Interestingly, his full name was on the message, and I found his Facebook with little effort. My heart skipped a beat when I browsed his photos. Military. Married (to a beautiful woman). Muscular. There were countless shirtless photos. This guy was tall, blonde, gorgeous, and ripped. So we exchanged messages, and it was clear he was committed to dumping his load in me. He asked that the scene be totally anonymous. I would be ass up on the bed, lubed and ready to receive. He wanted me to wear a blindfold so I wouldn't see him (of course he didn't know I already knew what he looked like). And he warned me about his girth...suggested I should popper up when I hear him enter the apartment. So apparently he lives very close to me. Within five minutes of sending him my address, I hear the door open and footsteps ascending the stairs. I hear him remove his shoes, then his pants, t-shirt, and underwear. He grabs the lube next to the bed and begins to jack his cock. In his deep masculine voice, he orders me to take a hit of poppers. I feel the first lubed finger enter my hole, then suddenly two more. He's not wasting any time. He orders me to take a long hit of poppers and says he is ready to fuck. He yanks his fingers out of my hole and within seconds I feel his heavy dick rest between my cheeks. He won't let me touch his dick, but it feels gigantic. Without warning, he guides his cock down my ass and slides his entire huge cock all the way into my ass with one hard push. I blurt out a loud "oh my god" and he smacks my ass hard. He keeps pushing as hard as he can, keeping his cock buried as far into my ass as he can get. My asshole is spasming from his girth. He's hitting my prostate so hard that the pre-cum just keeps leaking from my cock. Though I'm already spinning from the poppers, he leans over and places the bottle under my nose. As I take a long hit, I marvel that I can feel his pecs and abs against my back. This hot, ripped, married military guy has his raw cock in my ass, and I know he's going to breed me. He screws the cap back on the poppers, drops the bottle on the bed, and pulls all the way out. He pulls my cheeks apart and praises me for my now gaping hole. He spits on my hole and shoves in hard once again. This time he pounds my ass, pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in to the hilt. He keeps up this pace for a good five minutes, and I seriously think I'm going to faint from the assault on my hole and the popper high. He finally slows down. I start to enjoy the pleasure of his gentle pushing and pulling. But that didn't last long. He again pushed his cock as far into me as he could, as hard as he could. I hear the bottle of poppers open, and he takes a big hit. His cock noticeably swells in my ass. He feverishly begins to slam his cock in and out of my hole. His breathing gets heavy, and I can tell he's about to blow. "Where do you want me to cum, man?" "Do you want me to breed that ass?" "You want my load up that pussy?" My mind is on overdrive. This fucking hot military guy is about to shoot his sperm in my hole. I'm going to be bred. With one loud grunt, he buries his cock deep in my ass. I feel his cock spasm as he shoots that load deep in my bowels. He stays in my hole far longer than I expected, sliding his cock gently in and out. When he finally pulls out, I feel his warm cum run out my hole and down my balls. I hear him walk to the other side of the bed, and his thick hands grab the sides of my head. He orders me to lick his cock clean. I can taste the remnants of cum, and I inhale the subtle smell of my ass. He backs away and gets dressed. Then he tells me to stay on the bed until I hear the door close. I can't believe this has just happened. But then I thought I should check my messages again. Nothing too promising, so I check Grindr. This handsome black 20 year old college student asks if I'd be down for an anonymous fuck. The moment I got his cock pic I agreed. He was packing at least nine inches. For a moment I wondered if the pic might be fake, but I was willing to take a chance. Like the military stud, this guy lives close. Less than five minutes after I sent my address, he's standing behind me, fully erect and ready to go. He's no nonsense. Lubes up and starts pushing in. Thankfully I was loosened up from earlier, but I took a hit of poppers to make the entry easier. His cock is not as thick...but it feels like he's actually longer than nine. I don't feel his balls against my ass, so he's not all the way in. The pain is quite intense at this point, and I put my hands on his legs to stop him for a minute. After a minute or two, I take another hit of poppers. He takes the cue and pushes all the way in. It might be deepest I've ever felt a cock in my ass. So I ask him, "How big is that thing?" His response: 10.5 inches! Damn, I'm really fucked. How the hell can I take this cock when it already hurts this much? He clearly didn't care if it hurt because he grabbed my hips and began to aggressively fuck my hole. He wasn't gentle at all. He'd pull back until only a couple of inches were in my ass, then slam all the way in until his low hanging balls slapped against my ass. He got into a rhythm, and as my ass began to froth from the previous load, the sound of his balls slapping my ass got louder. And the longer he fucked me, the filthier his words got. "You want my black seed, you white whore?" "You love this black cock, white boy?" "You want this big black cock to breed you?" The questions continued, and then he pushed deep. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.....I'm gonna breed your white hole." And with that, I feel that long black cock quiver deep in my ass, filling me up with his seed. He abruptly pulls all the way out. Before I can clamp my ass closed, the cum rushes out. I feel it run down my balls, onto my cock, dripping onto the sheets. How much cum did I have up there?! After he leaves, I take a hit of poppers and finger my hole, lapping up the cum that coats my fingers. I start jerking off, and as I get closer to orgasm, I try to push out more cum. I hear a plop as cum streams to the floor. I bend down and lick it up, savoring the taste of the cum from these two anonymous guys.

Been fucked all night by a AIDS top whose first sentance to me when we met was "I'm not interested in AIDS faggot who are not looking to die with AIDS"... Guess what I said? I said of course i'm looking to die with AIDS. And he fucked me all night and wants to fuck me on regular basis... I still have his loads up my cunt, and i fucking love it... I feel fucking sick

Just a note to let everyone know about how my weekend went in San Francisco. I spent Sat. riding my mountain bike all over the city. I hit all the cruisy spots, including the Golden Gate Park at the Wind Mills, and a park in the Haight Ashbury. Not much was happening. So, I cruised over to the Presidio. There is an area just West of the GG Bridge in the Presidio that is extremely cruisy. It stays active all day long. I have swallowed a lot of cum there and have fucked bareback several times. Lots of hot guys. When I arrived, I locked my bike up in the parking lot and hit the trails along the cliffs and bushes. Lots of little hiding spaces and areas for sex. I was almost immediately sucking cock and getting sucked as I met several hot guys. There was this little hot Latino guy, didn’t look a day over 18 or 19, walking along the trails. When I past him, he didn’t give me a look or nod or anything, so I assumed he was not interested. With me being 30 y/o, I figured he was looking for dudes his own age. But I kept seeing him as I cruised. God, he was hot. Around 5 o'clock or so, it was really starting to get dark, most everyone had left. The Presidio (park areas) closes at dusk, so I was about to wrap it up. I had sucked off 5 or 6 guys in the hour and a half I had been there, but had not gotten off. I didn’t have the opportunity to fuck or get fucked either. I made one last walk through some of the trails and to my surprise, that little fuckin' Latino Boy was still hanging out. This time he glanced my way. I was only about 10 yards from him, but I pulled out my cock and started stroking it. He inched a little closer to get a better look and that’s when I ducked into the bushes where there was a little more privacy. Sure enough, he followed me in. As he approached me, I reached out and felt his crotch and could feel his cock hardening. I knew I had to have this dude's ass, and I was going to work hard for it. Within a few minutes, both of our pants were down to our ankles and I was sucking on his cock. Not a word had been spoken between us. That’s the way I like anonymous sex...hot and quick, then move on to the next. No time for meaningless conversation. Anyway, I started to play with his ass as I was sucking him and he started responding with quiet moans. He had a hot, smooth bubble butt, with a patch of black hair in his crack. Things were starting to go my way. I then turned him around, bent him over and started eating his ass. He like this also and I continued for awhile. I got his ass real wet and slippery with spit, then stood up and ran my cock along his crack, sliding it up and down. I was standing behind him, grinding against him and playing with his cock. I started massaging is hole, then rubbing my cock against it, then inserting my finger. NICE AND TIGHT. But I was going to loosing him up just enough for my cock. I ate his ass some more and fingered it. Then again rubbed my cock against it. Then I started to press it in a little. He was really getting into it. As I started to press a little harder, I heard the words that is considered profanity for us barebackers, the words that will make us go soft at just the thought. In his thick Latino accent, he asked, "Do you have condom?" FUCK!!! So close! I pulled my cock away from his ass and started fingering him again. I said "I don’t have one with me" and his reply "I have none". Fuck fuck fuck! I just kept playing with his ass. Maybe if I just silently pressure him a little, he would give in. I have been in this position before, and it sometimes works. I started eating his ass some more and fingering it. He was loving this and really starting getting into it again. This was when I decided to make my move. I stood up again, behind him, and let my cock brush up his ass crack. I started grinding him, and sliding my cock up and down his crack and across his hole. He was responding like any good faggot would. Then I started to put a little pressure on his sphincter with the head of my cock. I pushed a little harder, and he felt like he started to resist a little. I start licking his neck, and tonguing his ear, then whispered, "it's ok, relax, its ok, its cool, relax, I will be careful," and a whole bunch of other bullshit. It seemed to work, cause, he started to relax as I pushed deeper into him. Now I doubt this guy was a virgin because he knew what he liked, but he was young and hadn’t been loosened up like some more experienced fags have been. I couldn’t believe I was actually getting away with it. I felt my cockhead pop past his sphincter, and he took a quick breath and tensed up. I stopped because I didn’t want him to hurt so bad that he would change his mind about getting fucked. I let him adjust to it for a moment. Then I pushed a little deeper and it went in a little further. Soon, my cock was buried all the way up this hot Latino boys ass. And a hot poz load was waiting to be shot up his neg ass. I started slowly stroking it back and forth, in and out. God, it felt good. The sun was down and it was almost dark. I could barely see around me anymore. But that made it even more intense. Having anonymous sex in a dark park with a hot guy. I had him bent over, fucking him from behind. As I fucked him, I started thinking about how I had suckered this stupid faggot into getting fucked and now he was going to pay the price for his stupidity. I was going to give this faggot AIDS, give him a gift of death. As I quickened the strokes of my cock, I pictured what his expression would be when he finds out he got "IT". I pictured what he would look like wasting away with KS lesions, his chest rattling with Pneumonia. I was doing this to him and I felt so powerful. I had his life in my hands. I was his judge, jury and executioner. As I was fucking him, he started to moan a little, as he was enjoying what was being done to him. If he only knew what was REALLY happening to him. And what was going to happen to him because of being a slut at a park and having anonymous sex with strangers. I preyed on his innocent ignorance and won the battle. I was basking in my glory, winner of the fight, and he was paying the price of defeat. God, what a rush! I was getting close to cumming. I had only been fucking him for a few minutes, but I knew it was about time. Inexperienced asses like his cannot handle long drawn out fucks. So, I had to quicken it up and get the job done. I felt the tightness of his ass around my cock. I was going to unload in this fags asshole and leave my mark. I starting fucking harder, hating him more with every stroke, feeling the Deadly poz cum building up to the inevitable climax. Yes, this fucker was gonna die, gonna get the poison his ass so deserved. Then I felt it getting reading to shoot, and I started ramming his ass hard but steady. I was going to make sure his ass got every drop of death I had in me. I felt the rush sweep over me, then the first spurt, as his ass accepted its fate. In my mind I was screaming, "Take my poz cum, faggot, take what you deserve!! Die fag, die!! I released jets of poisoned spunk up his neg ass, coating it with poison, pozZING every nook and cranny of his rectum. My virus was going on to claim another victim. Yes, my mission had been accomplished. As I pumped the last few drops of death up his hole, I then pulled out and acted as if I was cumming, jacking it off, and making a few moans as I was shooting my cum off to the side. It was dark. He couldn’t see if I was really cumming or not. So, I succeeded in fooling him. He thought I pulled out and came. What a sucker. They all fall for it. He was still jacking his cock, so I stuck my finger up his ass, and banged his prostate as he got closer to cumming. I jammed my fingernail good and hard into the soft fleshy tissue of his rectum as I was pushing it in and out of his ass. He came pretty quickly and shot all over the ground in front of him. It was dark, so I didn’t see the cum shoot, but I did feel it oozing down his cock when I reached up to feel it after he came. Like the typical man, he pulled away because it was sensitive. I had already pulled up my pants as he was getting himself together. Without a word, I eased out of the bushes and found the trail in the dark and made my way back to my bike. His car was still in the parking lot. To his advantage, it had not yet been ticketed by the park police for being there after dusk. I rode off with an evil grin, knowing the mission had been accomplished. My virus was content.

The Teacher I first saw him when he moved into the building. He was with his girlfriend as they carried in boxes to their first floor apartment. I offered my help and learned that his name was Cory; he was 22, and at 5’9” tall he had a sexy, lean, runner’s build. Her name didn’t matter. They had just graduated college and had accepted teaching jobs at the local high school. I knew I’d have to break them up if I was going to wrangle this sexy boy into my coral. The thing I had going for me was a senior at the high school where they were both going to be teaching. I knew he’d be able to cause a problem between the loving couple. I continued to play the good neighbor and waited for my boy to work his way into their relationship. I waited as the school year progressed a few months to let my boy work on the girlfriend. He kept asking her for help after school and progressively began to try and get closer. I knew when he had achieved his goal when Cory came home without her in a huff. He practically ran into the building right pass me and slammed the door of his apartment. I waited a while and knocked on the door. When Cory answered he immediately apologized “Sorry about the noise, I got some disturbing news.” I asked him “What’s wrong Cory?” He let me know “My bitch of a girlfriend was caught fucking a student.” I did my best to look surprised since I had sent my boy to fuck her. It was simple since he has a 12” cock and can fuck like a stallion. I asked him “What happened to her?” He let me know “She was arrested since they caught her riding him like a cowgirl.” “I’m sorry to hear that Cory. Sounds like you need a drink. I’ve got some good rum if you’re interested.” Cory perked up a bit and welcomed my offer “I’d like to get drunk tonight. I don’t have to go back to work till Tuesday.” I clarified “So you have a 4 day weekend?” “Yes, we have a professional day tomorrow and Monday is Veteran’s Day.” Cory asked me “Go grab the booze and we’ll have a drink or two.” I nodded yes and quickly retrieved the rum from my apartment. When I got back Cory told me “Apparently this wasn’t the first time they fucked.” I already knew my boy had fucked her 5 times with the last 2 raw breeding her nasty cunt. I’m sure she had his AIDS virus swimming in her. When we settled on his couch I fixed Cory a rum and coke with an added ingredient. I made sure his had some GHB in it to get him relaxed and horny. He downed the first one quickly and I fixed him a second. While we chatted about this and that I excused myself and I came back to the living room with a joint. I asked Cory “You want a hit?” His eyes lit up when he saw the white beauty. He almost began to drool as he shook his head. What he didn’t know was that I had laced the joint with Tina. I made sure that he had more hits than I did and as the G began to work into his system I knew he’d be a horny boy. I turned the talk to sex as he began to squirm in his seat. He couldn’t hide his excitement as his khaki’s began to tent. When the subject of oral sex came up I told Cory “In my opinion, guys give the best head.” It was during our discussion Cory admitted to me “While in college I ‘experimented’ with a frat brother. We were both drunk and very horny and ended up blowing each other.” I asked him “Did either of you swallow?” He told me “When my frat bro blew his load in my mouth I freaked at first and spit it out, but he swallowed my load. I think he was gay though.” After another hit on the joint he added “Thinking back, he loaded didn’t taste that bad.” Cory was rubbing his hard cock through the fabric of his pants when we finished off the joint and I asked “How are you feeling now bro?” He looked over at me with the biggest grin and said “Damn good and very horny. I need a good blow job.” I let him know “I’ll be happy to suck your cock if you suck mine.” I didn’t know what to expect when he stood up, walked over to where I was sitting and got on his knees between my legs. He fished my cock from me shorts and began to give me a decent suck job for a (so called) straight boy. I looked down at him as he took the majority of my 9” cock into his mouth and asked “You’ve done this more than once, haven’t you?” He paused for a second and simply said “Maybe?” As Cory worked on my pole I pulled out my Tina pipe and began to smoke away. He looked up and asked “What’s with the pipe?” I let him know “It’s a Tina pipe. Have you ever tried Tina.” He shook his head know as he went back to work on my cock. I took a good hit and blew the smoke out in his direction. He came up from my cock and asked “Can I try it?” I told him “Of course. I’ll get it heated and when I tell you to inhale, you take a slow, deep breath in and hold it till I tell you to blow the smoke out.” I light the torch and got the bowl good and hot. As the smoke began to swirl I told Cory “OK, now suck that smoke in bro.” Cory took a deep hit and held it till I told him to let it out. He blew the smoke as I heated the bowl up again. He didn’t hesitate as he drew in a second big hit, held it then blew it out while I did another hit. I knew the Tina would get him even looser and ready for me to use. Cory resumed sucking my cock. I was determined to get into his ass before the too long. As I was heating the bowl I told Cory “I’m going to take a big hit off the pipe. Then I’m going to blow the smoke out into your mouth as you breath it in, then you’ll blow it out and I’ll breath it in….it’s called a shot gun.” I took a big hit off the pipe, pulled him off my cock (drool & precum clinging from his lips to the tip of my cock) and blew the smoke into his open mouth. Cory quickly sucked the smoke into his lungs and then blew it back out at me. We went back and forth a couple times before I said “We’re going to try that again, but go with me on is and we can make it better.” I could see that the G, weed and Tina were taking a strong hold as I took a deeper hit off the pipe. I closed in on Cory’s mouth and locked my lips on his as I exhaled the smoke into his mouth as he inhaled. He then exhaled back into my lungs and this went back and forth before we ended up kissing. Cory accepted my deep kiss and soon allowed my tongue to enter his mouth. Cory’s right hand found my hard cock while his left hand found the back of my head. I pulled him in closer and grabbed his ass. He was definitely into what I was offering. We kept kissing as I loosened his belt and his khaki’s dropped to the floor. He boxers quickly followed as he quickly lost his shirt. Our kiss broke as I asked him “Why do I get the feeling you’ve done this before.” He admitted to me “I sucked my frat bro’s cock a few times, but that’s all I’ve ever done.” I pushed the limit and asked “Are you willing to do more right now with me?” I knew the drugs were clouding his judgment when he answered “Why not. I’m horny as fuck and won’t be getting any from that BITCH of a girlfriend again.” I suggested “Why don’t we take this to your bedroom.” Cory was open to suggestion as we got comfortable on the couch. I suggested “Why don’t we 69” to which he agreed. Now that I had the opportunity to suck his semi-hard cock I could get a look at his virgin, neg cunt. It looked nice with very little hair as it winked at me. I began to lick his cock and balls working my way to the prize. Cory began to moan as I licked his cute little puckered hole. He paused on occasion as he kept hitting the Tina pipe. I knew he’d be ready for a slam soon. He offered me a shot gun and we began kissing again. When the kiss broke Cory was disappointed that the pipe was emty. “You got anymore shit for this pipe?” I honestly answered “The only Tina I have left are in points.” Cory looked at me with a puzzled look and asked “Slam? What’s a slam?” I pulled out 2 points from my shorts pocked off the floor and told him “This is a slam. It is Tina dissolved in water that you inject directly in you. It’s a hell of a high. Care to try one?” Cory hesitated at first we I began to rim his hole again. Through his moans he said “Why not.” I had him right where I wanted him. I grabbed the one I made special for him. It was a point I’ve used before so I knew it be tainted with some of my blood and virus. Although both points looked like they had identical doses, I made sure that he got hid had more Tina and less water. Not only would this give him a large slam, but a more intense slam giving him a very hard, intense rush. Cory watched intently as I placed a tourniquet on his left arm, commented “You have great veins” as I found a good vein to hit, wiped the spot with alcohol before I stuck the point in the vein. I let him know “We make sure that the point is in the vein as we get a flash of blood” as I registered the flash then pushed the plunger down telling him “And know you get your first slam.” I pulled the tourniquet off and watched as he coughed out hard, said “HOLY FUCK!” and lay there on his bed as I did mine. I noticed that he started to pull on his shriveled up cock. After I coughed out I began to rim Cory’s hole again. I was getting it good and wet for my 9” that were now harder and dripping precum. I heard Cory moaning as I ate his soon to be wrecked and diseased hole. I kissed and licked my way up and gave Cory a deep kiss as I aimed my cock at his hole. I could feel his hole sucking my cock deep inside. Cory began to moan as I got deeper and deeper inside his hole. I looked into Cory’s eyes as I began to fuck his virginity and health away. I knew I wouldn’t last long and soon delivered the first of multiple loads Cory would get that weekend. As I continued to fuck Cory, he reached down to feel the cock invading his insides. I could tell by the expression on his face he was surprised by something. He looked at me and said “You’re not wearing a rubber?” I looked him dead in the eye and said “You never asked for one. Besides it doesn’t really matter anymore, I’ve dropped a nice load of poz cum inside you.” Cory processed my words and knew it was too late. He seemed to accept his new role and began to enjoy the fuck I was giving him. It was sometime on Saturday when we heard someone enter Cory’s apartment. We were all surprised when Cory’s girlfriend walked in catching Cory riding me like a cowboy. She didn’t say much as she turned and left. Cory would never be the same after that weekend. A few weeks later he came down with the ‘flu’ and eventually left his job to move back home.

This story is a fantasy of mine. It is also only the second story I've posted. I apologize in advance to the grammar police! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have been growing more and more bold with my sexual urges and what porn at which I look, which means I've been pushing my boundaries further and further. I've even been hooking up with random guys, however, not until the first time I was stealthed did I realize I wanted it bare. That realization led me to BBRT and Breeding Zone, where I chatted with a few guys, even getting to the point of planning a hook-up, but each time I backed out, afraid of the risks. After a handful of such failed hook-ups, I found myself chatting with a guy who was my approximate age, who seemed to be a nice guy. We got to know each other, and in the process he mentioned he was poz, which led me to tell him of the several instances where I had backed-out of hook-ups as my fear of being pozzed held me back. At that time we both went onto BBRT and looked at the guys with whom I had earlier been chatting. We discussed how hot the various guys were, and speculated what it would be like to get fucked by one or all of them. After some time of this we agreed to meet up have a few drinks and, if possible, to jack off together. That was something to which I could commit myself. On the day we had agreed to get together, he contacted me, asking if he could fuck me, assuring me, however, we would use protection. I agreed, but reiterated I was serious about playing safe. I showered and headed to his place. Arriving at his door, I rang the bell, only to wait a surprising amount of time, but when he opened the door he was clearly damp, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. "Hi, sorry for the delay," he commented as he gestured me into his apartment, adding "I was still showering when you rang. Let me make you a drink before I get dressed. Make yourself comfortable, where ever," he finished, gesturing vaguely at his Murphy bed, which was still open. As he stepped away, I stripped off my clothing, stripping down to my jock strap, in the process noticing the restraints which were fastened to the headboard of his bed frame. As I knew he liked bondage, I didn't think much of them, instead I focused on the bareback porn that was playing on his flat screen, jerking myself a bit just to get into the mood. About then he came back into the room, this time carrying two drinks - oh, and his towel had disappeared, and his rock hard, thick, cut eight inch cock was sporting a condom. Handing me a drink, he took a sip of his. "Already wrapped up?" I asked. "Yeah, thought it would put you at ease. I want you to understand I'm a man of my word." Honestly, his tone was so honest and relaxed I was quite relieved, and took a deep chug of my drink, which naturally went straight to my head, or so it seemed as I immediately felt the impact of the alcohol. Setting his drink down, and likewise relieving me of mine, he opened our session by kissing me as he also found a tube of lube and prepped my ass and his cock. "No foreplay, I take it?" "No, I just want to get right to it. I haven't had a good fuck in a while. In fact I've been holding myself back since we decided to get together." He then flipped me over slid into my hole. Fuck, his cock was amazing thick. It honestly felt like he was tearing me a new hole, almost as he was tearing me in half. Fortunately the drink, which was apparently even stronger than I had realized, dulled my response to a loud grunt as he hit bottom. Then he started to pick up his pace, pulling all the way out and slamming back in repeatedly. The pain gradually transitioned into pleasure, especially as my hole seemed to be getting progressively slicker. I was definitely enjoying myself, even as I seemed to be getting increasingly light-headed, but I do recall his comment "Ooops, looks like the condom broke. Want me to stop? I can't hear you. Maybe it's what I put in the drink. Oh, well. You're gonna love this!" When I came to the room was pitch black, so while I couldn't see anything, I could tell I was a bit groggy, and my crotch and ass felt wet and sticky. I also realized my hands and feet were restrained, and somehow it felt like a gag was wrapped over my mouth. He had apparently bound me face-down sometime after I passed out. Then his cock rammed into my ass. Not only was he still fucking me, but I could tell from the head of his cock on my cheeks that he wasn't wearing a condom. The condom broke? Was that was he said? He's poz! I thrashed about a bit, but to little avail. Not only was I bound, the gag was effectively muffling me. My helplessness must of turned him on more because he pounding even deeper and harder, tearing my hole apart. Then I heard a different voice remark "Ah, looks like he's awake! Just in time to take my gift too!" I panicked at the realization a completely unknown guy was fucking me, especially his use of the word 'gift'. I might not have known exactly what he meant, but I had good reason to distrust this situation. "I told you I'm a man of my word," the familiar voice said as he rubbed his cummy cock all over my face. "You lead all those guys on, telling each guy he could tear your hole apart and give you his load, but you always backed out. Well, now you can't, and you've already taken eight poz loads while you were sleeping. What's another ten (or twenty)?" I really started to buck, trying to get free, but the guy fucking me put me in a choke hold, slamming harder than I had ever before felt. "Oh, boy, you're not going anywhere. You said you wanted this ten incher to tear you apart, and that's what you're gonna get!. Fuck, I'm about to cum!" I burst into tears which soaked into the blind fold as I felt him give one last slam into my ass, deeper than anything I had ever before felt, his cock pulsating as he filled me with his cum, his poz cum. "That's it, boy. I saved that load for a few days - just for you." With that he withdrew, but before I even felt the fresh air on my ass, another cock had slid in. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That's all I have time for now. If you want me to finish the story, just let me know. Thanks!

I can't for the life of me remember where this took place. Sooo many nights of taking anonymous loads they tend to run together but this night was memorable for a couple of reasons. I went to the bathhouse for my usual night of whoring out my hole to any hard cock in the mood to fuck a load into me. This night I was in the mood to just lie in my room ass up and lubed and wait to see if I had any takers. Not sure how long I had to wait but eventually I found a hand snaking up my leg and a finger checking out my greased up hole. Once he discovered I was ready to go he wasted no time in climbing on top and pushing his fat cock up my ass. As usual I took a big hit of poppers to ease his entry. He had a thick cock but not too long and not so thick I could not handle it. I have a hard time with really long dicks but loooove the thick ones. He pounded away a minute and then stopped and twisted around with his cock still buried in my ass. What the hell was he doing? Then he sat up and preceded to tie my hands together. This just got very interesting. It was only later after our encounter that I realized he had reached down to pick up one of my socks. He went back to fucking me. Of course now I had no access to my poppers and I had to beg him to popper me up. He loved that. God I felt like an asshole trying to get him to give me a whiff of the good stuff. By then I was hooked on his cock and very turned on by the situation. I did not want him to leave so I went along with what he wanted which was me begging for his cock and the poppers. If I was not vocal enough he would stick his fingers in my mouth and pry my jaw wide open. Eventually he pulled a sock off his own foot and shoved it in my mouth and with his other sock tied it around my mouth and head as a gag. Where the hell was this going? A moment later I found out when he opened the door and invited anybody passing by the door to fuck me. I got a good look at him then. He a well built Asian guy probably in his late 40's or early 50's. Of course I had no problem with that. I was all for it. My own cock got even harder. The first guy he hooked was this nasty looking thug with a huge cock. I suddenly got worried. He crammed it up my ass without too much trouble but like I said the long ones tear me up and this was no exception. Its that second ring thing. Mine does not open up without extensive snorting of the poppers and I was not getting any. He pounded away with the encouragement of the Asian guy while I thrashed and bucked and complained as much as possible in my condition. He was a big guy so I was pretty much pinned to the mattress. He suggested to the Asian that I was not enjoying the fucking. He actually sounded concerned. The Asian pointed to the poppers. The bottle was duly opened and placed under my nose. I expelled as much breath as possible and then inhaled as much as I could. The thug took a hit and then proceeded to fuck the holy hell out of me. The poppers did their magic and I felt great giving myself up to the beast pounded his raw cock into me. I was totally relaxed and able to take his fucking. When he came I just melted it felt so good. Of course the next top was already lined up to mount my ass and get going. The Asian guy was a contradiction. He encouraged the tops to fuck me as brutally as possible, "tear up that ass", kind of talk but he always had them feed me poppers. In fact forced me even when I did not want any more. I was so buzzed I was not sure what was up or down. So not too sure how many guys fucked me during that session. The Asian guy would fuck me every other top or so. My guess would be that he got about a dozen guys to stop in my room and pound out a load. By the end I was a mess. He shut the door to drop his load whispering in my ear how hot it had been to watch me take load after load from anybody he let into the room. I concur, that was really hot. He shot his wad, yanked his socks off my face and departed leaving the door behind him open and me to get out of the socks he had tied around my wrists and ankles. I have to say that was one of the greatest sexual experiences of my life. I would love to repeat it. Hey anonymous Asian guy, you rock! Thanks for the loads.

I always put on a blindfold the second I'm inside his apartment. And then I get naked. And then I get fucked, standing there in his hallway. Today he was kind; he rimmed me nice and wet before he rammed his 8" cock deep inside me. (Other times he has just spat on my hole, rubbed his cock in it and then pushed inside me...) He dragged me into the bedroom, and then the fucking continued with me on my knees on his bed. He rammed my hole from every possible angle, slowly opening me up. I knew what was coming, of course; the last time he fucked me I ended up gaping so much that he could shoot his load into my hole from outside - and he had said he wanted to do that again. I knew that would take more than just his cock... The last time he double-fucked me with his cock and the smaller of his to dildos - a double-dong - and tried the same with the thicker of his dildos but I couldn't take it... Well... THIS time I did! Damn... I was stretched! And then he returned to the slimmer double-dong, but he bent it at the middle so I had to take both cock heads of the toy - and then he forced his cock up next to them! FUCK! Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCK!!! Soooo stretched... And he fucked me hard! This is what my hole looked like after the triple-fuck... I think that qualifies as "gaping"! That was when he started loading me up; two condoms with stored loads were emptied in my hole and then he slid his fat, hard cock inside my hole. Damn... There was PLENTY of space for him! He fucked the two loads deep in me, and then he made me gape for him again... I could hear him jerking his cock and knew what was coming - or cumming! And then I felt the first jets of cum land in my open hole... My body instinctively spasmed as if I had had a cock rammed hard inside me - I was so turned on by feeling his cum run into my gaping hole... It was SO BLOODY HOT!!! If you want to see what it looked like, here's a little video. Remember to turn on the sound if you want to hear whether I enjoyed the load or not...

A well-written but sad story. It reminded me of all the friendships, love affairs, and relationships that ended suddenly or never had the opportunity to develop.

Yesterday I met with a top from Portugal. From our previous chatts he seemed to be strictly safe sex only. We were supposed to breed a hot bttm bitch together a week before and he chickened out saying he is not into bb. Before meeting he said he wants safe sex. After he arrived he took a condom in his hand when going to my room. What came next suprised me. After some kissing and sucking he lifted my legs on his shoulders and rammed his cock bare in without any lube. Hurt a bit but I loved the sensation. After a while of fucking he withdrew and i asked him to use some lube. The lube was near some condoms, but he ignored those, just lubed his cock and continued fucking. He came deep inside my ass when i was riding him. When he was getting dressed he packed his condom and said ,, so much for safe sex" nice suprise

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.

Sounds like a great night. What do you do when guys arrive at the same time or arrive when another guy is still fucking you? Are they staying or leaving because they are embarrassed to be seen by the others (e.g. because they are supposedly straight)?

On an overturn refrigerator in a city dump next to some railroad tracks. Midway through we heard a train approach but kept at it. Turned out to be an Amtrak train. We just smiled and waved. Good times!

I'm not sure the right words have been "invented" yet that will let me describe how I feel after reading this one. As you know Toon, all of your work puts me in awe. You have some magical skill of putting me either there in your stories, watching and sometimes you even put me into one of the characters. You always seem to find the right words and sentences to make the picture so vivid. With this latest work Toon, Lyle and Jeff are brought to life. Even though Jeff died long ago, he lives again in your words, on this screen. You made him as beautiful as he really was for me. You captured not only his physical beauty, but you also captured his emotional beauty. As well as capturing the emotions and the value of our meeting to me. I don't wish the story to be about me. I lived it. I want the story to be of our experience. Nor do I want the reader to think of me. But to think and see the experience of having someone like this or an experience like this be in their lives. Toon, your gifts make me proud of you and for you!! More than you know! And I'm always honored to be able to be a reader of your work!! Your talent makes your light so bright. It amplifies your strength, your beauty, and shows your heart! 143!

So hot watching the bearded slut take his thick dick. I'd love to score this cock thru a glory hole! https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/it-s-been-a-while-since-i-ve-visited-part-one-32568602

Thank-you, guys, for all of the awesome feedback! I'm not sure if you all realize how important it is to a writer to know that our stories reach you in the way we hope. I greatly appreciate it, and will keep you posted about a continuation. I wasn't sure if I would continue it but after hearing from you guys, I will get right on it!

The un-named lad manoeuvred me across the darkened dance floor as a ripple of applause broke out and some guys I could just about make out grabbed their hard cocks to waggle at me. I felt both hot, sweaty and cold as cum dripped glob by slimy glob out of my gaping hole with each footstep. The rhymical refrain of ‘Head down ass up, that’s the way we like to fuck‘ blasted out over the tribal beat until interrupted by my anonymous pimp who took the DJ’s mike to announce” My boy here, what a cum pig, his hole awash in dirty cum and still looking for more.” I looked hard through the darkness to see if I could find my boyfriend or Adam and Scott but to no avail…”where are they” I thought, “probably enjoying themselves” I guessed. We got to the backroom but the sling was in use. A young twink being roughly plowed by the sounds of the clanking chains as a muscular 50 something silver daddy shouting all kinds of obscenities about knocking the kid up as his heavy balls slapped the twinks ass cheeks. That left me with the fuck bench then. “My favorite place to take anonymous loads.” The lad whispered in my ear, “’Coz you can’t see who’s fucking you, young, old, fat, thin, PA’d or riddled by AIDS and covered in lesions...just lie there and take all the cock and cum these guys can offer, bitch.” Willingly I was pressed down on to the padded bench where the head end was lower than the ass end to allow better and deeper penetration. The place was fairly busy with plenty of guys standing around fully aroused waiting to breed so I had only been there a minute when a guy slid his cock into my hole. I turned my head and was rewarded by a cock in my face. It was a short, muscled guy l I ran my hands down the back of his hairy legs and pulled him in close, opened wide and slid my tongue around his foreskin, playing and chewing on the folds of skin, running my tongue deep into his piss slit lapping up any Poz juice before he picked up a pace and was ramming the whole veiny length deep down my throat and with its fatter head than the shaft he quickly cut off my air supply almost to the point of blackout before easing back and forcing back in balls deep. The guy behind was giving me a nice even fucking, but complained with a smack on my ass, “Close that hole, grip my cock, Jesus you can get two up here and still not feel tight…guess I’ll need to push my arm in and jerk it ‘coz with no feeling I’ll never get off!” There was movement behind and I felt hands push my ass cheeks together squeezing around his cock now pistoning in and out of my hole. It must have done the trick as I heard a satisfied “Oh yeah” then “Pull on my tits” as others encouraged the fucker to “Breed him, knock him up, as he screamed out “Cumming” dumping his load deep, a final smack on my ass and he was gone. As I continued to suck cock a new top helped himself to my cummy hole pushing in balls deep in one jab. This guy felt way bigger than the one before making the guy in my mouth really excited when the top mounted me. I felt him reach down and feel the new guys cock before leaning down to my ear to tell me what I already knew that I had another raw cock up my ass. "Just giving this hungry cumdump what he wants, more unmedicated Poz juice," was the reply from the top. This made the guy in my mouth even more excited. He got really vocal encouraging the guy in my ass to fuck me hard and dump his dirty load in my guts. "If you’re so keen why don’t you load him up first, I love a sloppy cunt to add my strain to" said the top pulling out, stepping back and guiding the other guys cock in my hole. He hesitated but the alpha top was in total control and the poor guy I’d been sucking just wanted to cum and he did, hard, the second he bottomed out inside of me. He bucked and jabbed trying to drive his jiz as deep as he could but as soon as he stopped moving the alpha top pulled him aside. "Time to finish this job," and he slammed into me hard, very hard. He fucked me hard and fast making the bench creak and groan, so hard in fact I thought it might fall apart. I had so much cum in my guts that my hole made squelching fanny fart sounds as liquid shot out around his cock on every in stroke, he knew how to fuck and please a hole and when he pushed in deep with his cock shooting its toxic load out of the piss slit. “Daddy is pozzing your boy pussy” was all he said. I could feel his cock jump and despite all the fuckings and being sloppy and loose I could feel his cum shooting inside hitting the sensitive walls of my ass. By the time he shot his final wad we had a huge audience yet once done, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and presented his thick hard cock to my mouth. “Clean it”. It was red with blood, mixed with cum. The smell was intoxicating and yet I could not believe something that size was fresh from my hole. I looked up to see he was tall, thin and lanky, with a pockmarked face and very veiny. My cock twitched, his wasted features made me so hard. Once the alpha top wandered off the guys that had been watching took turns on my ass. It was crazy madness. There were five or six guys six taking turns on my ass and mouth pushing in for a few strokes then pulling out for the next one to move in. It was awesome. I’d found my new calling, a total whore being used as a no load refused cumdump. I eventually got all their loads. Two down my mouth and the rest up my slop hole. I stank of sex and cum…I was in heaven. I could feel it, my hole was open, offering easy access to any one or any thing. I tried to close my hole but the muscles just would not/could not respond. I felt fingers playing with my hole though. I closed my eyes as I felt them enter me. The new man pushed in two fingers, then three and then four, ramming them in and out. I wanted to scream out just give me your fucking cock, but didn’t. “Ummm look how that hole gapes. You’re going to have one wrecked cunt dripping blood and toxic seed tonight, pig. All those viral strains swimming in your insides boy, seeping into your blood changing you and further mutating my AIDS strain.” It was Winston. Shivers ran up my spine, and straight to my cock, causing it to twitch to life jumping to full hardness and leak yet more pre-cum, my last negative sperm. How I hadn’t shot my load by now was surprising to me, a true bottom at last only interested in getting my Top off and no interest in my own previously flaccid cock. I want him to fill me and fuck me again crush me into the fuckbench 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 toxic AIDS DNA but all I get is a hand. “That’s 5 fingers playing in your hole now” as he scissors open and close his fingers then spreading his whole hand as wide as he can. “SHIT! When you spread your fingers like that it makes me wanna scream out loud!” and I do as my whole-body tenses around his hand when he punches on my prostate and as I squirm and moan, my stiff dick trapped hard against my tummy pools yet more pre-cum flowing out. “Oh fuck…………….. please take my hole…..mmmmmm…..it’s yours…..Ahhhhhhh…….FUCK ME NOW!” “I will when I’m ready” His hand punches in once more and as sweat drips from my forehead his fingernails quickly scrape along my ass walls until his hand is withdrawn just as his big long snake of a black cock pushes in until it totally disappears inside me, vein by blood engorged vein filling me up again, driving in balls deep rubbing my prostate and bursting through my bruised and battered second ring deep in my guts. "Oh Fuck, stop, you're really going to destroy my asshole, OH FUCK!" I yelled as he moved deeper into me and I feel his wire-wool like scratchy pubes tickle my ass cheeks. His huge cock dominating me, splitting me in half, he starts thrusting, poking in different directions punching the entire length of his cast-iron hard dick into me. I could barely breathe and gasp for air. "Oh, Oh, oh... Ugghh... mmm arrrgh... yeah!" I moaned and started to accept what was happening, a brutal fuck. "Yeah yeah yeah yeah... Oh my god yes yes yes!" I said raising my voice, as his pace picked up I closed my eyes hanging on for dear life. I could feel his balls swinging and slapping my ass as he thrusted in and out. My cock was jumping as he slammed into me, “This ass is fucking prime meat and about to get nasty and charged up any minute now.” Then talking to the other guys, “He's about to get some proper South African Aids babies. Gonna make him pregnant real soon" he said as he began thrusting harder into my pig hole. "He’s proper toxic" I heard someone say as a ‘friend’ was busy bashing his cock across my piggy face. Winston slapped my ass with a big open hand, "You sure you want this?” “Oh YES I want it.” “There’s no going back, no treatment for this strain, its nasty AIDS shit you’re gonna be ruined and toxic and as fucked up as it can be. GONNA FILL YOU UP WITH MY AIDS!" he rasped and began a low gutturally bellowing as he went at my hole like a machine, pounding his lust into me helplessly pinned underneath him. The dirty talk was too much for both of us…as I too was also shooting, I'd never felt anything like it. It felt so good that I came right after he shot his load in me. but unlike Winston’s High Viral AIDS load, my Negative cum load blew somewhere between my chest and the fuckbench. It went on forever and felt like the biggest wasted load I've ever shot. The intensity of my long-delayed orgasm coupled with the pain Winston’s cock had inflicted brought me to the edge of unconsciousness. I felt as though I was about to pass out, under the dead weight of Winston. I tried to wriggle free and tried to push myself up to give me room to breathe but Winston pressed his big hands down on my wrists holding me in position as his still rock-hard cock continued fucking me as before…a few strokes later, he groaned and pushed up harder than ever before into my violated ass, unleashing his third load of AIDS sperm. This time he'd stopped moving but I could hear his heavy breathing, and feel the weight of his sweaty belly and arms against my torso, could feel the heat of his breath as Winston’s face was at the back of my neck, when his breathing returned to normal, Daddy said, "I think I can go one more time." Everything went black as I passed out I came to, to hear "I wanna get a taste of that ass…God damn that is a nasty wrecked pussy." Someone exclaimed and then grabbed a hold of my cheeks and spread them apart as his tongue penetrated my sloppy asshole lapping away at all the leaking jizz. When I opened my eyes I see my Daddy’s semi hard cock in front of me. “Clean my cock Son” and without hesitating I opened my mouth and he pushed it all in. I licked and suck on his cock, tasting my blood and his tangy AIDS cum, knowing that it was the second, third and possibly forth cum load he had given me. My pimp leaned in, “looky who I’ve found balls deep in some cheap whores, your buddies…come to claim their fucking knocked up pig.” As he untied me from my shackles he said, “Now fuck off! Time for others to have some fun.” The words stung but Andrew, Scott and Adam were quick to move in and help me to my feet,"Just go easy. . ." I said trailing off into the comforting blankness of unconsciousness.

Each morning we were let out to the shower area to wash the piss and filth and cum from our bodies and to eat breakfast, naked and dripping with water, whilst the guards hosed out the cell. It was then I could see my compatriots and understand just how low I'd sunk. Fat, thin, hairy and smooth, some with sores on their skin, idiot faces and blackened teeth, like a vision from hell in a medieval painting. Then we'ed be shoved back into that hell-hole, the door clanged shut and I was engulfed in naked bodies. After a while, the temperature rose in the confined space. We began to sweat and I could feel the raw animal lust returning. My heart began to pound as I felt myself dragged to the floor, engulfed in flesh and the first cock nosing into my arsehole. By the end of the week, I had given up all hope, lost all inhibition and become an animal like the others, scrambling over sweating, shuddering bodies to find a cock to sit on or a slimy arse to fuck and my hole was gaping and swollen from constantly being fucked.

It was hotter in real life, as you can imagine... My ass is still sore this morning!

I've been chatting with a guy for the last couple weeks. He's on the dl and said he had a14 inch dick. Well, we finally met last night. He's about 5'11", muscular, African-American. I told him when he came in that I'll be his bitch and do whatever he said. As soon as the door closes behind him, he told me to strip so he could check me out. I did and he looked me over. When he had finished he simply said to lean over the bed. I heard him undress, and he started fingering my boy pussy. Knowing how big he was, I had tried to attach myself open, but even with that and a bottle of lube, it took over 2 hours of him working on me for him to get balls deep.when he finally opened me up, he went to town. Idk how long he fucked me, but it was amazing. And when he filled my guts with his seed, I was in the closest thing to heaven I could imagine. I, like a proper bottom should, went to clean off his massive tool. And he started fucking my face. I took as much as I can and he came again! I swallowed as much as I could and collapsed on the bed. Cum was leaking out both my openings ava I was drunk on it. He showered and left. I can't wait until the next time!

I've mentioned before that this fall has been busy with school stuff, and I've been wanting/needing some stress-relief sex. Well, I finally had a good evening yesterday (Friday). 1) Came home from campus mid-afternoon, and my latino muscle jock buddy messaged me on Grindr and said he needed fucked. He asked if he could rinse off in my shower when he got here as he'd be coming straight from the gym, to which I said yes. He's always very intense (nothing slow, once I get inside him he just starts bucking away), but has such a nice body and hole that I don't mind the somewhat quick fuck-n-go that we have. After I unloaded in him doggy style, he kept jacking while my cock was inside him and shot a huge load on the "sex blanket" I put over the bed when I host hookups. 2) Since I had been planning on going down to Indianapolis, I messaged a daddy bear on Growlr that I knew from when I lived down there. Every time I come down, I see if he's available for me to stop by to suck him off, and the last few times he's been out of town or timing didn't work out. This time he was going to be free until 5:30, and he said he needed to unload a few day's worth. I managed to get to his place in time, and I got him off within about 5 minutes - quick in and out. 3) After getting a load from the daddy bear, I made my way downtown to the bathhouse. The parking lot was fairly full, but that doesn't always mean it's crowded unfortunately. It was an interesting evening... First "playtime" was with an older (50s-60s) muscle daddy bear in his suite room - I had gone in to suck him off, but it ended up being a passionate makeout and frottage session. I eventually said I needed a break and moved on. A latino muscle beefy guy (probably 30s, not hairy) came into my room and we fooled around. Lots of oral, licking, kissing, eye-staring. There was a little bit of a communication issue - he admitted his English wasn't very good. I got him turned around and rimmed him (great beefy ass to get my face in) but he didn't make any indication that he wanted to fuck, and with the communication issues, I didn't want to push it. Eventually I told him I needed a break, which he seemed to understand. I didn't see him much after that, otherwise I might've tried to get in his ass, or at least rimmed him again. Another daddy "bear" (probably 40s, little chubby but not hairy), I'll call him J, came into my room and we did some mutual oral and that ALSO turned into a makeout/cuddle session where we learned we were both tops. We said we'd share a bottom together if we found one. Another muscular daddy type (40s or early 50s) came into my room, said "hey bud", dropped his towel, and stood next to where I was laying on the bed. Nothing happened for a few seconds until I realized he just wanted me to suck him. So I did, and a within a few minutes he dropped his load down my throat, said "thanks" and left. I imagine he had been there for awhile and it was time to go home to the family and he just needed to get off. Awhile later a smooth former-USMC guy came in (late 30s or early 40s) and started sucking me, and left my room door open. As he sucked, I saw J watching and talking to someone outside the room, and a few seconds later J and this cute cub (20s) came into the room and he asked if they could share the space for a few (I think the cub was going to go down on him or something) but then they immediately left. Then the guy sucking me got off the bed and said thanks and was going to leave. I sucked him for a minute or two and tried to turn him around to rim him, but he stopped me and said he didn't want full sex. I respected that and said to come back later if he wanted. I went down to the hot tub and the cute cub was talking to someone else about bathhouses he had been to, so I joined the conversation. Damn that cub was handsome, had a great voice, great smile...and as he left the hot tub we exchanged a glance and smiles...I should've followed him out, but I didn't. I didn't see him anymore after that, and I'm kicking myself for not pursuing him. I talked to J about why they didn't stay in the room when he and the cub came in when the guy was sucking me, and he said the cub didn't like being watched - we both agreed that maybe he should reconsider coming to a bathhouse then! The bathhouse was doing a "movie night" in the lounge area that night, and they provided some food while the movie was showing, so a lot of us took a break to get some food and watch a little of the movie before heading back to the hallways. Nothing special with the food, but it was nice that they had it. Awhile later, J and I were laying on my bed with the room door open, just sorta cuddling and kissing, and hoping that some bottom would come in and start servicing us. Some older guys (60s+) did come in and sucked us a little, but I wasn't interested in returning the favor or fucking them (sorry, I know most of you on here would take anyone, and I'm pretty open but there are just some guys I can't get into). Then out of the blue this young twink (21 or 22) came in, said "hi" directly to me (after a bit I realized who he was - I had been with him before from BBRTS and he had seen the Quick Connect I posted about being at the bathhouse), and started sucking me and then J. I eventually moved behind him and gave him a fucking while he sucked J. As I unloaded in his ass, J unloaded also..and of course we had onlookers from the doorway. The three of us (me, J, and the twink) ended up in the hot tub after cleaning up...and another older daddy guy that I know from online (50s, he's always looking for twinks to fuck) joined us. Although the older guy kept the conversation generic, he gradually inched closer to the twink and started rubbing his leg, etc...pretty soon they were going off together to the older guy's room...can't say I didn't see that coming! lol After that, J and I talked a little more and exchanged contact info, and he left. I stuck around for another half hour or so, but the crowd had died down (it was about 11:30pm). I knew it would pick back up again (and be younger) if I stayed longer, but I was getting tired and had an hour-long drive back home, so I called it a night. In summary for the day, I bred two asses, swallowed two loads, and made out and cuddled with more guys in one night than I ever have before. LOL It was also refreshing to have so many guys tell me that I was handsome and that I had a nice cock or that I was funny, etc...after so much rejection lately on Grindr and from the locals. That, and the general relaxation in the hot tub, made the night worth it, despite not having a lot of cum exchange.

Part Five: The Weight Was Worth It ************************************************ My eyes continued to bring this new arrival into focus and I examined what was obviously about to become a twisted new player in this turn of events. He stood there, wasted just as much as my gifter, thin and boney, clearly older, marked with the same display of blotchy lesions and a thick cut cock pointing straight out in front of him. A large barbell piercing lodged in his cut head, his cock obviously thicker than my gifter's, but without the oversized head. In fact, his head was more or less a small triangle that quickly reached it's maximum width as it blended into the shaft. His erect weapon appeared to be ever so slightly shorter in length, but this time there would be no respite for my ass ring once he was inside me as his shaft maintained its thickness the entire way to his crotch. The piercing clearly had some heft as, despite being fully erect, his cock seemed "head heavy", quite a feat considering the head was just a minor part of him. The barbell was parallel to his cock, with the front ball angled downward from his piss slit, and the rear ball clearly visible on the underside of where his head met shaft. He began to move forward toward the bed. "He's quite the noise maker. Good thing no one lives nearby. Mmmm, quite a looker too. What's your name boy?" My name? It was then I realized that not since the first blink of my phones notification light had I or the man still lodged in me ever exchanged names; my ass wasn't just full of his cum, it was full of anonymous AIDS. And now it was time to put names to faces. My raspy voice from my now very dry throat forced out a reply. "Cameron." "That's a great name. I'm Tom. You've clearly already met Gary." Clearly. "Sounds like you two have been having quite the night. It was the hottest thing I've seen, watching the two of you fuck standing up downstairs." He had been watching us? What the fuck? I had neither seen nor heard hint of a voyeur in the room, but he definitely knew what we had been up to. On cue, Gary--I now had a name for the man who possessed ever inch of my torn, battered, bleeding, and coated rectum--joined in the conversation. "That's right boy, Tom and I enjoy watching each other. It's why we always keep the room dark, so no one notices the other one of us off to the side. And then, if and when we've moved ourselves upstairs, two becomes three, assuming our guest hasn't already called it quits." "And with Gary's wrecking piece, you can understand how often I never get the opportunity to join in. Rarely can an ass survive his first assault, much less take him back inside for a second." Listening to Gary and then Tom was twisting my mind; they were a team, working to tag men. And if Tom's lesions were any indication, he probably carried as potent a virus as his teammate. Again, Gary's mind seemed to read mine. "And for those who make it past me and can still accept Tom in, his piercing brings with it the guarantee that your insides will be torn sufficiently to allow our lethal loads entry into your inner being. Are you ready to take this final step?" I felt his definitely soft but still sizeable head begin tugging against my outer ring as he started pulling back, clearly ready to exit my ass and make way for the metalic intruder that was now pointing over the edge of the bed, right toward my face. The pressure built, not painfully so as it had before, and then I felt a pop as my ass right suddenly opened to expel the hooded demon that had wrecked it just moments ago. He half-slid, half-rolled himself off the end of the bed, as Tom crawled forward to take his place, his cock clearly ready to destroy whatever resistance my ass muscles could still muster. I took a moment to examine him. Yes, he was definitely older, perhaps late 50s to early 60s, short white hair, a white beard, and a dusting of white chest hair on a body covered by dark, leathery skin. He had that look of being overtanned a few too many times, and stretch marks told me that once upon a time he was quite muscular, until that muscle mass had wasted away, leaving stretched and wrinkled skin and lesions behind. His thighs still had a little muscle mass, though they now served more to accent the bulging vascular features, his veins clearly popping. His penis though, as had Gary's, seemed untouched by his wasting; it was thick, solid, and definitely engorged, no doubt at the site of what had to be my gaping, wrecked ass. He moved forward slightly, his head aimed toward my hole which was still elevated by the pillow beneath me. I felt the cold metal of the front ball of his piercing arrive first as it lodged itself inside the opening presented to it. There was no resistance as it popped inside, bringing his head forward to make skin-on-skin contact. I felt my ass open just slightly as the tip of his head moved inside just far enough to bring the second ball to rest on the skin surrounding my ring. I knew he wanted me to feel his augment, his enhancement, before it moved inside. "Have you ever had a pierced cock inside you boy?" It was Gary speaking; Tom's eyes were rolling back into his head, the warmth of my hole clearly already setting his mind to task. "No." "You are in for quite a treat. The back ball is right where his cock reaches full thickness to force it into the soft walls of your ass. It will scratch and abrade you, opening paths to your inner sanctum for our cum to continue converting you." "Oh fuuuuck." It was all I could manage to say as my head fell back against the bed again. The pressure against my ass again built, but this was already a bit painful. Where Gary had lubricated me with his tongue and precum before his entrance, I was now dry outside and Tom clearly did not leak those ass-preparing juices in sufficient quantities, if at all. He continued to push forward as my ass ring painfully expanded to give him entrance, the bottom of my ring being pushed inward by the second ball seeking to join his brother inside me; I had no doubt it was going to hurt when it busted its way in. And boy was I right. Suddenly my ass gave way and the second ball broke through and his shaft suddenly slide a good inch inside as my hole pushed out slightly, attempting to reestablish normal position. As if. God he was thick; where my ass had found relief after Gary's head gave way to a more tolerably thick shaft, Tom's rigid tool wouldn't give me that moment to breathe. This painful, stretched-out feeling was going to be constant. My eyes clamped shut as he continued to move forward, his dry shaft pulling my ass ring inward as he agonizingly forced himself inside. "You're doing well boy, I'm halfway there." "Ooooooh." It was like a moan, groan, and gasp all in one. His steady push forward continued, the second ball clearly pressing itself into me as it slowly inched internally, until I felt the hint of pubic hairs begin tickling my ass while simultaneously feeling his first ball pass though my inner sphincter and the second ball slide against it. He never stopped, pushing forward as I felt my inner block give way and his metalic insert fully embed itself in my inner core. His balls came to rest against my ass as his long, dry shaft kept me fully expanded. Despite the pain, this feeling of metal inside me, pushing outward, digging in while all the while scraping and gouging my soft tissues was something I had never experienced before. It was a sensation like no other and no matter how excrutiatingly full I felt I was determined to enjoy this. And while his cock alone would have been more than enough to fill me and inseminate me, after playing so many times with unpierced cocks I had clearly already decided that the "weight" was worth it.

Part Four: A Surprise Visitor ********************************************** We slowly made our way into his bedroom, me still impaled on a not-softening weapon of ass destruction as they say. We reached the bed, which was a little lower than most, and we gradually climbed onto it, making our way to the middle. I leaned forward and put my hands down in front of me, assuming an all-fours position. Just doing so pulled me forward ever so slightly, and I felt that now-familiar tug of his head on my inner ring. Fuck. With that pounding and constant bullying open of that sphincter muscle, how was it still tight enough to resist? But it was, and I felt myself scoot back just a bit to ease the pressure. He had other ideas though. "Here boy, slowly turn yourself over and lay on your back." He slid a pillow in front of his knees to help raise my ass once I turned, and slowly I managed to turn myself, lifting my left leg up and over him as I went from face down to upright. And then, I felt myself falling back onto the bed and his pillow as I lost the arm support that had been holding me up. And as I sank down to the bed, my ass pulled away, painfully ripping his head out of my inner chute and leaving it halfway inside that first segment of rectum. I looked up and, from the soft light emerging into the room from the hallway, I saw him for the first time in person. He looked much like his picture but now with the light from outside I noticed that underneath the patch of fur on his chest and, indeed, up and down his arms, were dark blotches. Lesions. They dotted him all over below his neckline, a testament to just how truly sick and virulent this man was--this man who had just impregnated me with seed that would likely treat me just the same. My inner ass was drowning in poison, and I could feel the still-hot liquid slowly sliding further up into me as, with my ass elevated, gravity pulled it along previously untainted tissue. My head fell back against the bed. "Fuuuck. What did I just do?" He chuckled at hearing this. I looked him straight in the eyes as he spoke. "You surrendered yourself to me, and now I am part of you. Inside you." And with that he pushed his half burried shaft into me again, lodging up against the weakening resistance of my inner core. He fell forward, his hands landing on either side of me, his face now above me, and he flexed his cock inside me as I tried to push my head back further into a bed that would resist me as I had not him. He pushed again through my inner ring, lodging even more deeply than before as my eyes shot open and my mouth dropped open to cry out. Yet that cry was quickly muffled by his mouth on mine as I once again felt his ballsack come to rest against me, both globes inside still feeling amply full. His tongue pushed mine aside as he explored my mouth just as enthusiastically as he had my ass just a few moments ago. All the while his uncut meat launched itself into a steady fuck rhythm once again, battering a torn and bruised anal cavity that was susceptible to every disease that coarsed through his veins. His eyes locked on mine as he raised his head, never slowing but gradually increasing the forcefulness of his second assault. "Mmmm boy, yeah, take me. Take everything I have, deep inside you let it become part of you." My voice wavered now, suddenly I realized that while the thought of a poz man turned me on, I hadn't thought completely about what other bugs he might have. "What do you mean, 'take everything'?" "Shhh, I've given you many special gifts, and will soon gift them to you again. Not just my deadly and untreatable AIDS but other beautiful things for your body to enjoy. You will discover them over time, but they are already part of you now." His thrusts continued to increase and the slapping sound of his balls faded slightly as they began to draw up for another release. I looked at him as his eyes rolled up into his head. He practically shouted. "Oh god boy, I'm going to cum in you again, more seed inside you!" His cock once again became a steel pole and with a few more thrusts, he lodged himself deep inside me and froze, his body convulsing and shaking this time as wave after wave of toxic cum shot like bullets into me, gravity sliding them down soft tissue as the burning sensation in me reappeared and seemed to spread. His head flew back in ecstasy. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" He continued to convulse as another 7-8 thick spurts of cum fired into my ass. Apparently he had not cum in quite some time as this load was just as big, if not substantially larger than the first. He collapsed on me, still buried balls-deep, his rigid penis still twitching and pulsing death into me. He was himself also still convulsing slightly, and as my hands found their way up and over him and landed on his back, I felt more lesions there and realized I was again taking his potent seed, another few pulses as liquid dribbled from his piss slit. "Fuuuuuuck." It was all he could say as his frail body lay on top of mine. His head came down to the right of mine. Little flexes of his shaft still felt in every corner of my abused, diseased rectum. He lay there, and I felt his cock finally begin to shrink a bit. I still had his head trapped up inside my second hole, but even it eventually softened enough and I felt it pop back into my main chute as he began to slowly pull himself up and withdraw his cock until just that legendary head remained. He returned himself fully to a squatting position, 2 inches still inside me, and looked at the results of his entrance and subsequent destruction. "Mmmm, only a few specks of blood boy. I thought for sure I had ripped you wide open the way you screamed earlier." I felt the tug of his head as he pulled it back against my asshole. Blood. It was certain then. With everything he said he had, no way would some of it not find its way there. "In a few days you'll probably feel quite sick, but then you will possess the same seed as me. Ready to be spread to whomever you desire. An attractive young buck like yourself will have no trouble finding himself willing holes to seed. Holes I cannot tag looking like this." He pointed to his lesions. He was right. Had I seen them I very well may not have ever turned off the road earlier. But here I was, his hooded head still inside me. I had taken him willingly, my hormonal desires impairing any form of better judgement and now two loads of an untreatable form of AIDS lay deep inside me, being absorb even as my brain pondered the wisdom of my choices. "Would you like a surprise visitor?" As if I any longer had a choice? I knew what awaited me, what was to be my fate. With everything he had hinted at contained in his semen, I would have many, many surprise visitors in the next few months. Visitors that would be hard to get rid of, if at all, and who would all contribute to the deterioration of my body, until I too was frail, lesioned, and searching for a vessel to carry my eventual lethality. I spoke again in my now scratchy voice, words that escaped reason and sanity. "Yes, I can't wait." "Who said anything about waiting?" Wait. Oh god. That wasn't his voice! Where had it come from? We weren't alone??? I looked past him and there, as my eyes focused, silhouetted in the doorway--by the light of the hallway--stood another naked man. We did indeed have a surprise visitor. And my night was clearly not over.

PART TWO "Hahaha, sounds fun Gramps. Just don't strap me in too securely!" As an experienced user, I was well aware of how to make it seem the restraints were only lightly tied but they'd hold the guy firmly in place. "Now how does that feel?" "Yeah, I think I get the idea of it. Wow, it feels pretty amazing from here but I bet it's better at your end! You kinda feel pretty exposed" Looking closer at his sweaty ass in his short shorts, I couldn't believe it - he wasn't wearing briefs! I could see him struggling to get out, just as I thought (& planned) he had no chance at all. "Did you need a hand there?" "Yeah, I can't seem to get out! Maybe if I hold onto you to get a bit more leverage..." Saying that, he put his arms around my neck to try & pull himself out. Of course, that only resulted in the sling starting to rock and bringing me closer, my cock almost resting against him. I could see that his attempts to pull himself out of the sling had actually meant his shorts had slipped further down, almost exposing his hole! "God Gramps, imagine if someone saw us now, what would we say?" "Well it's a damn god thing the door's locked," I replied. "No-one's gonna be surprising us that's for sure." Well, aside from the surprise I had in store for my grandson at least! As his attention was diverted looking over at the door, I was able to slide his shorts down a little further, finally exposing his sweaty hole. In the same motion, I pulled down my shorts, releasing my rock hard cock. That's what years of experience gets you! He swung back towards me, unaware of what was waiting for him. As he rolled back, my cock rested between his cheeks, poking at his hole. "Shit Gramps, what's going on?!?!" "Oh sorry buddy," I replied. "I guess seeing someone in the sling just brought back old memories and feelings and I couldn't help myself. You know what it's like getting flashbacks I'm sure." I looked down, pretending to be ashamed but in actual fact seeing how close I was to being inside his hole. "I know, Mom said you're still upset about Grandma. You still think about her don't you?" "I guess, I just get so lonely sometimes." I looked up at him, trying to get my eyes all misty, it wasn't the only thing I wanted wet though! "If you wanted to you could help me by....no you couldn't" "What Grandpa?" He asked innocently, leaning towards me, meaning my cock was just a little bit closer. "Would it be alright if I had sex with you? I know you're straight (I WAS CAREFUL WITH MY WORDING!!) and that you're my grandson but it'd make me so happy." "Of course Gramps, I'd do anything to make you happy. No-one's gonna come in and surprise us are they?" "No, not with the garage locked." I'd made VERY sure of that! "Well, I can't believe I'm saying this Gramps, but sure. You'll be gentle won't you?" "Tell you what, you tell me how I'm doing and I'll follow your lead OK? I've got some stuff in the house that'll make it easier for you if you want?" The poor kid nodded back to me, if only he knew what was coming. "OK boy, I'll go & get it. Don't go anywhere OK?" I figured a bit of humour would relax the kids nerves. "As if I could!" he laughed back. I tried to hide my aching hard-on as I ran inside to fetch my supplies. END OF PART TWO

More guys are into anon. I used to get fucked blindfolded all the time in my old apartment which was easy access ground level. Guys love anon and getting off with no hassle. They just want a hole to breed and be discreet. It’s all about location, location. I live in a secured condo that now I have to go down and meet my guests. I missed the days of being ass up, faced down for anon dick and guys just love that these days. Wish I can move back to that set up. I’ll probably get more dick that way.

I managed to avoid the gang for a while, mainly by pretending I was sick and avoiding the recreation hall. It couldn't last, of course, and I looked forward to my time with a strange mixture of fear and excitement - fear of being raped and pozzed, yet excitement at the degradation and the masochistic pleasure I was feeling. Whether it was in retaliation or just for fun, one of the gang slipped some dope in my cell. There were periodic checks, and I guess they tipped off the guards. They found it under my mattress and despite my protests they dragged me off to the punishment block. I'd heard bad things about this place and my blood ran cold as I was bundled through the door of the stone building and into an office where sat a small, ratty looking senior guard behind a desk. He grinned when the guard told him what had happened and I swear his hands shook with glee as he said. "This is the dirty little bastard came in a week ago and got knocked up by that faggot gang in the rec room, right?" The guard nodded and the one behind the desk just laughed. "The I've got just the punishment for him. Take him to the hole and put him in for a week." He looked at me with disgust. "You faggots are no better than animals. Well, time for you to swim in your perverted filth!" The guard dragged me through the door and into a small cubby hole. "Strip" He said, thumbs hooked in the belt around his fat stomach. I took off my clothes and he couldn't help licking his lips as he saw my young body. "Oh my," He said. "Are you in trouble now. With a body like that you are gonna be real popular!" And he gave a filthy laugh. Outside was a corridor and at the far end a metal door. The warder unlocked it and pulled it half open. It was pitch black inside, but the shaft of light from the door revealed it was crammed with naked, sweating bodies and the light glistened on the piss-soaked floor. The men inside shielded their eyes with filthy fingers as the guard said. "Good luck, kid." and pushed me inside. The door slammed shut and I could see nothing. It was hot and smelled of sweating bodies and piss and I was engulfed in sweating flesh as we were crammed into the small space. I tried to slide around the walls in the dark, tripping over bodies on the floor. I could hear moaning and gasping and the hairs stood up on my neck as I recognised the sounds of sex. What the hell was I going to do? I heard giggling too, and people jabbering madly and the sound of sobbing. It was like an insane asylum where people had been left naked in the dark and had descended to animals. Which is I guess what the warders intended. Suddenly a hand grabbed my ankle and I fell heavily to the floor which was writhing with naked bodies. Immediately I was engulfed, like a fly in a web as hands grabbed my arms and legs and faces pressed their lips to mine. "No...noooo!" I cried as I sank beneath the writhing, filthy tide of flesh but there was no escape. Helpless in their grip, unable to see anything in the pitch black, I could even scream as my knees were forced up to my chest as bearded face descended on mine and forced their tongue into my mouth I fat flabby flesh between my legs, hard fingers digging into my thighs and then a fat cock slid up me, it's entry made easy by the grease and cum smearing the veiny shaft. I gagged as he sank on to me, then sagged in surrender as he began to fuck me, kissing the bearded stranger and aghast at how excited this degrading experience was making me. There were bodies all round me, such that I was engulfed in sweating flesh as the unknown cock worked itself to a climax in me. The man grunted like a pig, shuddered and shot his load, then pulled out and I felt his sperm drip over my balls. Someone was lying beside me, large with heavy tits by the feel of him squashed against me. He pulled me by the arm and neck, and eager hands pulled my legs open and made me straddle his fat body. I felt hands scrabbling beneath my belly and over my sweating buttocks, and then his cock was grabbed and guided into my dripping arsehole. I groaned with pleasure and suddenly, like a revelation, saw myself impaled on a strangers cock, probably being infected by the time I left this hell-hole, and knowing I was sooo excited and enjoying my depravity. I moaned, leant forward and found his mouth with mine and reached back to spread my cheeks, allowing the fingers and tongues to find his cock where it slid in and out of me and gave myself up to pleasure...

I helped guide Alex down the stairs, him staggering the entire way. He looked so sexy shuffling down the stairs in only his briefs. There was something so hot about a young vulnerable, stripped nearly naked in a group of mostly dressed guys. Something degrading about him being marched through a party so exposed, a group of horny guys discretely beginning to swarm him, knowing something special was about to happen. We reached the bottom of the stairs, Alex hanging on to me for support, starting to notice the bright light above and the cold concrete of the floor on his feet. "Is this the bathroum?" "No, almost there." I could understand his confusion. At the bottom of the stairs was simply a tiny unfinished room, a folding chair, some boxes and a rather heavy looking metal door that had once served as the entrance to a storm shelter. I knocked three times and the door cracked open, and we were met by Sam. Sam served as the unofficial bouncer for these events. At 6'6" and 260 lbs, he was an intimidating man. He had played college football in his 20's and, even more than a decade out, was built like a ton of bricks. And he was handsome to. Clean cut, absolutely jacked, and a handsome face. And he had a big black cock, the biggest I have ever seen. My guess was that is was almost a foot long and thick, although even that may have underestimated it since he is such a muscular, tall guy. "Diego, my man. Heard you might be coming in with a new convert." "Yeah, this little fag twink, supposedly a 'straight' friend on one of my regulars, but judging from how friendly he was with tina, I doubt it." "Damn, how old is this kid?" "18. Fresh faced little twink jock, still living at home with mom and dad. Go ahead, say hi." Without reservation, Sam pulled Alex into his arms, his thumb feeling his bottom lip, his other hand on his ass, feeling it through his thin briefs. "God, I love this job," Sam joked, feeling Alex's bulge through the front of his briefs. "Let me get you guys in," he said, before giving Alex a little kiss and feeling the boy's tongue on his. Same walked back through the door, walked down a short hallway and came to another door on his right. The familiar toxic symbol on the heavy metal door swooped by as Sam unlocked it with his keys. Alex and I walked into the dimly lit room, the door closing behind us. --- My head was in a cloud and my vision was spinning. One second to the next felt like it could've been minutes or hours and vice versa. I fee Diego against me and peoples' hand on me. Lots of guys all around me. Someone's taking my shirt off. Is this a game? The logical part of my mind, the ones that inhibits my actions, I can hear it but it's like it has been cut off from the rest of me. I think someone is taking off my jeans. Who? I think is must be a guy. I'm not gay; logical me would punch a faggot in the face for that. But I feel a hand on my back, one on my butt. I feels good, to be touched; everyone around me dancing grinding on each other. A boy with a cock in his mouth in the corner? My thoughts feel like they're disconnecting from one another. Keep forgetting where I am. Can't remember how I got here. Something exciting about being here. I'm up against Diego. He's supporting me and I like it. He smells good. I feel secure on his chest. He walks me. Feel safe with him. I'm only wearing my briefs? Where are my clothes. I feel exposed; I see a group of guys and girls. They see me. I feel ashamed but something else. Excitement? I love feeling Diego's arm around me. He's keeping me safe. Where am I? Alex, Alex, Alex. I hear people laughing. At me? My dick is hard I can feel it. Is this okay? Stairs. I'm leaving? Are we going to the bathroom, I ask Diego. He says something back. I want to go back and dance with the boys. Didn't know bros could be so hot. I want them to hold me. I'm not a fag. God says being a fag is a sin. Dad says cocksuckers are disgusting. Blake. I want him to hold me. I want to make him happy. It's cold here, at the bottom of the stairs. Blake is talking to someone. He is huge. He's touching me, my lips. I'm a bitch? Where are we? When did we leave the party? His hand on my body. I feel my dick twitch when he touches it. Fag fag fag.

Part 4 (New Recruit) Matt settled into his new role working for Steve. Matt was a quick study and it didn't take him long to master the art of a good slam. Steve told Matt that he needed to experience a nice slam so that he would know what the boys would be feeling when he slammed them. He knew the rules when it came to slamming and that he was allowed to slam himself but never with anything more then a 0.2. The boys that Steve whored out typically got a lot more then that amount and were seriously addicted to Tina, the needle and having to be slammed. Since Matt quit the wrestling team, Steve had him cut his class schedule back. Matt told the coach that he was quitting to concentrate on his classes (which wasn't too far off since he was close to becoming ineligible. This gave Matt time to look after the 5 boys that Steve had in his stable and scout potential pieces of ass that Steve could corrupt. Steve had a thing for taking straight boys and total tops and turning them into his whores. He like to get a new piece of ass to sell ever semester since he only like to keep them around for 3 or 4 years before he either sold them off to one of his overseas clients or dumped them on the opposite coast with enough drugs on them to get them arrested and thrown in jail It was a particular nice fall day with the temperature in the 80's when Matt first saw him. He looked like he was still in high school, Matt guessed 15, maybe 16 dismissing the young looking 'kid' as someones younger brother visiting. The second time he spotted the young looking kid he was coming out of one of the class rooms as class was letting out. Matt spotted one of his friends who was in the same class to find out more. Matt learned that the young looking kid's name was Luke and that he was a freshman. Matt knew at that moment he found a potential recruit. Matt set out to learn all he could about Luke. Luke was the oldest of 3 boys (his brothers were named Matthew and John) and they had a father who was a baptist minister. He lived in one of the only all male dorms on campus. His high school girl would drive up to spend the weekend with him and (although it was not allowed) she would stay in Luke's dorm room. Matt knew Steve had the campus wired and was able to get someone from housing to find him hosting an underage female in his dorm room. Luke was given 48 hours to vacate the dorms upon their being caught. The next step was to get him directed over to Steve home as what would be the only place Luke would be able to afford. When he came around to see the studio apartment (which was right next to the one bedroom I occupied) I could tell Steve knew the kid would bring in big bucks. Right after Luke signed his lease and left Steve turned to me and said that he couldn't wait to get a piece of that ass. Although Luke was now living in the studio apartment, he still had the girlfriend. Steve knew exactly how to handle that insignificant problem. While Luke was filling out his application and showing Steve his ID to prove he was 18, Steve was able to clone his cell phone. The next weekend when she would normally visit with the cloned phone, Steve was able to intercept that she would be visiting the coming weekend only to pass along to Luke messages that she was not going to be visiting. The next step was to get Luke to hang out with the young ladies of the building. After a few drinks and some carefully posed pictures his girl arrived right on time to find him sitting with the topless ladies. After a few choice words she turned and headed back home. Luke spent the following week trying to beg for her forgiveness without any luck. Luke and his girl lost their virginity with each other when they first started dating in high school, and he visits were to allow the two to continue fucking even with Luke away at school. After 2 weeks without any sex and spending all of his free time in his apartment Matt knew he was ready to for corruption. Matt made it a point to get Luke out of his apartment with the promise of some fun with the ladies upstairs. Matt told Luke that he needed a wing man and assured Luke he would easily be able to have sex with one, maybe even both, of the young ladies. Luke was easily swayed since his was extremely horny. They found the girls out by the pool on that late Friday afternoon. The drinks began to flow (Luke's spiked with a small amount of GHB) and before too long the girls pulled out the pipe and started smoking away. At first Luke was hesitant, although he had smoked plenty of weed, but with some persuasion from Matt and the girls it didn't take him long before he was blowing some impressive clouds. Between the effects of the G in his drink and the Tina he was smoking Luke soon found himself very horny. The girls knew their job and before he knew it Luke had his cock sucked hard by one of the ladies before she got him to fuck her right there poolside. After that first fuck they moved the action into the girls apartment and they spent the rest of the night fucking. Luke and Matt traded off the girls the entire night until the girls said they had had enough for the time asking the guys to return the next day for more. The guys headed back to their apartments. Matt agreed when Luke asked if he could hold onto the pipe and smoke a little more since he really liked how it made him feel. Matt agreed and with a smirk knew the kid was one step closer to being Steve's. After Luke was tucked away in his apartment Matt joined Steve were they were able to observe Luke on the cameras that were hidden in the studio apartment. They watched as Luke smoked away and jerked his dick. They could tell that the Tina was starting to affect his ability to get hard and that the next step in the plan was going to be easy to get Luke to take. The next morning Matt knocked on Luke's door. A naked Luke opened the door and invited Matt inside. Luke knew the girls were going to want to fuck again but he confided in Matt that he was having trouble getting hard. Matt told him not to worry as he pulled out a couple Viagra and a cock ring. Luke quickly took the blue pill and (with Matt's help) put the cock ring on as they waited for the Viagra to take affect. Luke began to worry as time passed and he still didn't get hard. Matt made an offer to Luke, telling him of his being bisexual and if Luke would let him, he knew he could get him hard so that they could fuck the girls. Luke was unsure at first, but Matt assured him that no one would ever know what was about to happen between the two neighbors. Luke agrees as he laid back on his bed as Matt instructed. Before he knew it Matt was between his legs and had his limp dick in his mouth as he gave Luke the best blow job hr had ever had. Luke couldn't believe how wonderful it felt and in no time Luke was rock hard and ready to fuck the girls.

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

I don't remember the rest of the day clearly, but I do remember being in my cell that night sobbing and terrified at what had happened to me. Not only the rape, but the fear that I had been infected by those men. But what could I do? The next morning, we were led out to the showers. I found myself next to the big, handsome guy from the day before as we walked to the bathrooms. "What's your name. kid?" "Danny," I replied. "Well, I'm sorry for you. Two things - you're fair game now for anyone. No-one is going to help a damaged slut. Secondly, you're probably going to get HIV, if you haven't already." He saw my pale, shocked face and squeezed my shoulder. "Deal with it, or go under." We went down to the showers and there was steam, guys laughing and shouting. The guards got us to strip and I realised people were avoiding me, looking at me and laughing and pointing. Then I saw the gang from the day before, naked and wet. I tried to hide away in the throng but they saw me, and the guy with the lazy eye grabbed his cock and waggled his hips at me as the chubby guy pointed at me and grinned evilly. We had breakfast, and then my heart sank as we were let into the recreation area. I wandered around, trying to talk to people or join in some of the card games, but nobody wanted to know me and some guys actually turned their backs on me. Then I saw the gang over by that awful cell where I had been raped and my blood ran cold. I turned to try and lose myself in the crowd and found my way blocked by a fat, black guard with a puffy face from which two piggy eyes looked at me hungrily. "Where you going, pig?" "No...nowhere, sir" I replied. He nodded to the gang. " Get over there!" "Please, sir. Don't...don't make me" He shoved my hard in the chest. "Do as you're told! Can't keep those guys waiting for some of your sweet pussy, can we?" I looked in to his sweating face and realised he was getting off on this, and was probably queer himself. He turned me around and shoved me in the back. Prisoners got out of our way, and my blood pounded in my ears as we approached the gang who lounged near the cell door. I tried one more appeal and turned to him. "Please, sir...let me go!" But then an arm went round my neck and strong arms grabbed wrists. "Thanks," I heard the lazy-eyed man whisper to the guard who licked his lips and nodded. "Get on with it, I'll just keep an eye on you, if you know what I mean?" and he literally quivered with excitement. The chubby guy whooped with pleasure and they dragged me into the cell. I struggled and kicked, but my heart wasn't really in it as I realised even the guards were enjoying my humiliation. They stripped me down and I sank to the mattress under the weight of their bodies. As they turned me over, I saw the fat guard peering inside with his flies open and a thick, black cock grasped in his fist, an expression of animal lust on his face. A finger ploughed into me with some kind of lube, and the chubby guy giggled "Sweet ass, baby! Been broken in now. Time to enjoy the ride!" He got on my back and sank heavily on to me and I yelled out with pain as his cock slid brutally into me. The lazy-eked guy was kneeling next to me holding my shoulders down with one had, whilst stroking his cock with the other. The chubby guy thrust rapidly in and out, his sweat dripping onto my neck. To my horror, I realised that my body was reacting to being fucked, with my cock rigid against the mattress and waves of pleasure spreading through my ass. I couldn't help groaning, and I heard the guard say "Well now, little bitch is getting into it, 'ain't she?" The chubby guy grunted like a pig, pushing hard into me as his cock throbbed and spurted, once again filling my rectum with toxic cum. At the same time, I came against the mattress, ashamed and disgusted as my sperm spurted under my belly in a sticky mess. They didn't notice. The guard said,"You guys better hurry up, break time's nearly up. I wanna see ol' Pete here get some." I manged to turn my head to see the thin, white guy with sunken cheeks lower his trousers and release a long, drooling cock. He grinned at the guard and as his shirt came open, I saw a scorpion tattooed on his belly above his cock. He stretched out on my back and I felt his ribs and dry skin on mime. The others dragged my legs further apart as he got into position, his bony knees on the back of my thighs. "Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" Said the guard crouching down to watch as Pete's cock slid easily up my lubed, dripping hole. "Knock the little bastard up good!" Pete began to fuck me, his breath wheezing in my ear and spittle drooling onto my cheek. I could feel the bones in his hips sticking into my buttocks each time he and someone reached in under his ass and fingers probed around the base of his cock where it entered me. "Here it comes, you little slut!" He croaked and then gasped and coughed as his cock throbbed in me and I knew I was being impregnated by this old, diseased criminal. He finished and slid off me and I sobbed quietly into the mattress, determined not to let them see my despair. "Break time's over!" They left. I made to get up, but the guard drew his night stick and pointed it at me. "Not you, slut. Git on your knees!" I turned and knelt down, resting my head on my arms, bare ass upraised. I felt the guard's heavy body behind me. "Wow, they shore filled you up good, boy. Jess hold still, this won;t take long." His thick, swollen cock probed my puffy, slimey asshole then slid up me until I could feel his heavy belly against my buttocks. "Oh yeah! Oh fuck!" He gasped."Gonna cum!" Snorting like a pig, he shot his load than pulled out and got heavily to his feet. He wiped his greasy, dripping cock on my tee-shirt and flung it in my face. "Get dressed, pig. If you learn to do as your told and put out when asked, you'll git along just fine until you join the club, like us." He turned and lowered his pants a little, exposing his fat buttock on which was a large bio-hazard tattoo. Then he laughed, pulled up his trousers and dragged me back to my cell.

It was Josh's second week home from college for summer vacation, his parents had left for a long weekend, leaving Josh at home on his own, as he had already started his summer job. Most of his friends were not home yet so Josh was wondering around the house naked. It was kind of hot being naked at home, he had gotten used to hanging out naked in his dorm room at college, but wondering around naked at home was kind of kinky and made him hornier than normal. He had found beer in the fridge so he was working on his second one and absentmindedly stroking his cock. He had discovered (well actually finally admitted to himself) that he was gay his freshman year thanks to his roommate (but that is s different story). Unfortunately his roommate had transferred to a different college after freshman year. As Josh went to a small college in a small town he had not been able to find any other guys on campus willing to fool around. It had clearly been pure luck that he and Zach had been paired up as roommates that first year. So he was horny for most of his sophomore year jerking off by himself to online porn. Until he found an ad for phone sex lines. Not as good as sex with his roommate, but he found it hotter to talk with guys on the phone than watching porn. Porn was the same every time you watched it while the phone line was different every time, different guys, into different things, most importantly it was interactive. He and Zach had been pretty vanilla, just your basic horny 18 year olds, sucking and fucking. Although there had been a LOT of sucking and fucking. But you could explore a lot different activities on the phone. Josh had started off just talking about sucking and fucking, but soon with the safety of it just being on the phone - not "real" he was soon talking about anonymous sex, groups, barebacking, even a little bondage... and once in awhile he talked with older guys who were into younger. Every call was different, and that excited him. So there he was a little buzzed, naked, horny, and home alone. So he went to his room to get his phone. It would be hot to spread out naked on the living room rug and jerk off while talking dirty with someone. But damn, when he found his phone he realized that he had forgotten to recharge it last night and it was down to 10% of the battery. He plugged it in, and with the the cord he could almost reach the bed, but he had been turned on by the thought of jerking off in the formal living room. Then he remembered that the phone line was "free with only regular long distance charges" and as his parents had an unlimited national plan it would not show up on the phone bill so he could use his parents phone and they would never know. He went downstairs, his cock rock hard jutting straight out of his pubes, and grabbed the cordless phone and went into the living room. There were two different lines that Josh called, and he had both numbers memorized, and just instinctively dialed one. He ended up calling the one that that saved your outgoing message. He was thinking about what type of message he would record when he got to the portion of the menu when he got the recording "press 1 to reuse your existing outgoing message, press 2 to hear your existing outgoing message, or press 3 to record a new message". He was about to press three when he stopped. What prerecorded message? He had never called the line from this phone before.... Did the phone company somehow know that his cell phone was tied to his parents land line somehow? That would just be way to creepy, So, curious, he pressed 2. He was stunned when he heard his father's voice: " Hey guys. Married dad here. Wife is out and I am home alone. I've been" Josh's thumb just automatically hit the disconnect button. He stared at the phone, and then not really realizing what he was doing redialed and hit the 2 again " Hey guys. Married dad here. Wife is out and I am home alone. I've been happily married and "straight" for a long time until last summer when suddenly I remembered how much I liked fucking around with guys when I was younger. It's my son, that got me thinking about it. He's in college now and has developed this smoking hot body - I noticed it when he was home last summer when he would be out by the pool. Damn--- he has a sweet smooth tight body and if anything over the last year he has gotten hotter. He gets home for the summer next week and I can't wait to see him getting out of the pool dripping wet again. He wears kind of baggy swim trunks, and you should see how his wet suit clings to his perfect round ass and fuck.... in the front the suit just clings to his cock and balls - I mean even coming out of the pool he looks like he has a huge cock. Fuck, He just drove me crazy last summer.... I started to wonder what his cock tastes like? .... What his cum tastes like?... What his ass would taste like? .... What his ass would feel like on my cock?..... Do you think his ass would feel as good on my raw cock as his mother's pussy did when she was that age? And I've been thinking about what would it be like to see him on his knees sucking my cock, swallowing the same cum that made him. Any of you other guys feel that way about your son? Any of you young guys think that way about your dad? How do you feel about it? How the fuck do you deal with those urges? ....... Damn you should see how hard my big dick is right now just talking about this. Hit me up with a message guys - I really need to blow a load" FUCK!!!!! Josh's cock was rock hard. He hadn't realized that he had been stroking his cock while listening to his dad's message. Josh looked down at his hand stroking his dick. Fuck!! what was he doing?..... he took his hand off his dick and clicked off the phone and and dropped it on the sofa as it were a hot burning lump of coal. He fled the living room, He tried to forget it...... Went to get another beer.... No - this was more of a scotch problem. So he went into his dad's study and poured a stiff shot of single malt .... It didn't help. His cock was still sticking straight out from the tangle of blond pubes and there was a long line of precum leaking out of his piss slit. He absentmindedly started stroking his cock using all that precum for lube, fuck that felt good. SHIT, what the FUCK was he doing?!?!? He took his hand off of his dick. He went to put the cordless phone back in its charger, but the second he picked it up he just instinctually dialed the number again, hit 2 and listed to his fathers voice leaving that outgoing message again, stroking his cock. As he listened, he looked down, "ya dad, I guess I do have a big dick don't I?" As soon as the message was over he hung up. Went back into the study and poured himself another scotch, a bit stronger this time, wandering around his dad's study, he sat down in the big desk chair, damn the black leather did feel good on his naked skin. He picked up a framed photo on his dads desk. Just one of those candid shots his mom liked to take. It was from last summer, while his dad had been out was cooking at the grill. His dad was wearing a t-shirt and shorts - Josh was in his wet swim suit showing off the beginning of tan on his lean, smooth, hairless chest, with just a hint of a treasure tail poking out of the waistband. They both had their arms on each others shoulders and they both had big happy grins. His dad did have a good build for a guy his age. Fuck! Josh had thought it just a nice photo before now.... now?... why? ... what?.....Why was this the photo his dad had on his desk where he would see it every day. He left the room. He found himself back in the living room staring at the phone and he noticed he still had that photo in his hand. He finished the scotch and then reached down and picked up the phone again and dialed, and started stoking his cock, looking at the photo as he again hit "2." This time when the message was over he didn't hang up, he just hit 2 again and kept stroking his cock, looking at the picture of him and his dad. "You should see how his wet suit clings to his perfect round ass and fuck.... in the front the suit just clings to his cock" His free flowing precum was making his cock really slippery. "Do you think his ass would feel as good on my raw cock as his mother's pussy did when she was that age?" Not realizing what he was doing his started to finger his ass. Damn that felt good.... he hadn't had a cock in his ass for a year, not since his roommate had fucked him their last night together freshman year. He hit 2 again..."I started to wonder what his cock tastes like?" He stuck two fingers in his mouth getting them wet.... "What his cum tastes like?" He hit two again, he has his two spit coated fingers all the way up his ass now, milking his prostate "Do you think his ass would feel as good on my raw cock as his mother's pussy did when she was that age?" He blew a huge load of cum all over himself. He hung up and looked at the pool of cum on his flat smooth stomach. Then he took his finger and scooped some of it up and ate it. He had never tasted his own cum before - had never been curious about it before, but after listening to his fathers message he wanted to know, what did his cum taste like? Nice! He liked it. He slowly scooped up the rest, enjoying the sensation of eating his own cum. Fuck, he wondered, "what would his fathers cum would taste like?" he thought as he slowly pulled his fingers out of his ass.

I was messaged by a member of this site who is also on BBRT(where he got in touch) "Have you heard of The Orgy Guy?" To which my answer was no. "Get invited to an orgy, you wont regret it stud ;-)" This piqued my interest so I googled this orgy guy. In coming across his blogspot page I was met with the same nervous excitement that comes over me when I discover a new fetish, or meet a new guy that I know will push my limits or pull me out of my comfort zone. Like the kind of Top who messages you in the same "you are a slave and I will hurt you" tone of voice in which his profile is written. Who doesn't ever speak to you like a human so you are not sure if they are fully sane. That nauseous but horny feeling was creeping up on me when I was reading the conditions on rsvping to one of his events and thinking "am I actually gonna do this?". After some thought, the answer was finally "fuck it, let's do this". However, I realised I couldn't actually find a contact address or info on his blogspot page, the only other site he was on was a google plus account, so I thought that would have to do, since I could find no email address anywhere. No response. For days no response. Maybe he didn't do orgies any more. Maybe he(like many including me) never checks his Google + account. I had to get a better contact. So back to the barebacker, I asked if he knew, after all it was this guy who suggested him. He was slow to respond but eventually I got an email address. Before I go on, anyone in the New York City area or those planning to visit, I highly recommend you try one of these Orgies, the guy who runs it is one of the nicest guys you can meet and it was a great experience. I emailed The Orgy Guy with his requirements, my stats, some info about myself and a full body pic(nude). The only real requirement is that you are in some way height weight proportionate, he's in no way a body fascist, but anorexic or morbidly obese was a no-go. He even had stats on his site about the average age range and top to bottom ratio. Now the Orgy Guy ran two different nights. Peak and Eruption. Peak is a night for guys who use condoms, and Eruption is for guys who go bare. For the purpose of this site and fantasy, I want to say I attended the Eruption party and was filled with 50 cumshots from anon guys. BUT, since this a completely honest account of my time, I must tell the truth. The truth is, I had no intention of catching hiv or anything else, and although I had a few Bareback encounters I was doing my best to be smart about the guys who I slept with, guys who seemed to not only claim they were neg, but who were recently tested or got regularly tested. My attempts so far were working, according to my rapid hiv tests that I was frequently taking at local free clinics. If I was to enter the Eruption party, all bets were off. What am I going to do? Ask every swinging dick "do you know your hiv status?" before they fuck me silly? Not only is that putting guys in an awkward position(which I wouldn't want to do), it just doesn't fit in with my submissive nature. So if I rsvp'd to Peak so I wouldn't have that problem and I'd enjoy the fuck just as much. The Orgy Guy responded and gave me a list of the next event. Which was only two days away. I couldn't wait. The Party went from 7 till 1, in a nice apartment in Manhattan, I decided to show up at 8, as by then there would hopefully be a few people there already. I stand across the street, watching the door to see if anybody enters. An man in his late 50's enters the apartment which confirmed for me that it was the right place. I head to the door. The Orgy Guy greets me and I enter the apartment. As you walk in there is a toilet to the right, to the left a screen. Behind the screen is a bed and some chairs, with porn playing on the TV. I got stripped down to my boxer briefs and put my clothes into a bag and gave them to Guy. Then paid the 10 bucks donation and decided to tour the apartment. Upstairs was the toilet, bed and seating area, downstairs(the basement) led me to two rooms. One room, a small room with two stools and a sling, made my cock twitch immediately. I had never been in a sling before, this I must try! The next room was a larger benched(or ledge) area with a bunk bed type structure that acted as a tent(as there was no bottom bunk, it simply acted as a den) and a shag rug on the ground. All dimly lit with candles and smelling of incense and poppers. This is where everybody was at first. 6 guys all in a circle, nobody noticed me enter the room. They all seemed to be watching something. I walk over to watch. An older guy (daddy type with beard) on his knees sucking the dick of an athletic black man(mid 30s). As I watched, I could feel hands groping my arse and bulge. I look to the guy who's groping me. A guy in his 30's attractive, very good body, which is normally someone I wouldn't go for(too young and too toned) but I was determined not to turn down any cock that came my way. He immediately goes in for a kiss, we make out and he gropes my ass cheeks. Pealing down my underwear and grabbing my cock to jerk it stiff, I wonder if the attention has shifted from the blowjob. As I come out of the kiss for air I notice it has, a few people are watching. One joins in, two fingers pressing against my hole. The guy I'm making out with pushes my head down to his very nice uncut cock. I think this was the first uncut dick I've seen since I arrived in the states. Other than mine of course. Instead of pulling back the foreskin I slide my tongue underneath it and taste the precum that has built up, before going down on it. I suck and jerk his cock for a few minutes before he takes my hand and stands me up. Thank God, as my legs were beginning to cramp. "Come with me" he says, he's very soft spoken. I start to wonder if he's even a top. All the while this is happening I've been groped and fingered by random hands in the darkness. This seems to be the norm at orgies people feel their way around, as if they're not quite confident enough to just grab me, but not too shy as to just watch. Plenty of molestation then they walk away. It's a nice kind of attention I never received before. I was led to the sling room. In the sling room was a man sitting on one of the stools, and another older guy in the sling stroking his cock with his feet up looking relaxed. "Oh it's taken" says my new friend, and with that he walks out of the room. I stay, standing there watching the stroker. "Hey baby" speaks a deep Texan voice. I turn to look, it's the guy on the stool, he is absolutely huge. He must be at least 6'7" a large build, not toned but big, one might say muscled, but not in a body builder way. Just a man mountain. This turned me on deeply. I walked over to him and he stood up, dwarfing me in his shadow. "Please be a top" I thought, his cock was big, in proportion with his body. We immediately make-out, I try to wrap my arms around him, rubbing his cold ass cheeks and trying to warm them. His dick is pressed against my sternum, which gives you an indication of how big he was. He holds me like a child as his tongue invades my mouth. "So what do you want to do?" he calmly asks, he is totally in control. "Whatever. I'm a bottom so..." "Well I'm versatile, so that works out well." He walks over to the sling and asks the guy if he minds that we use it. He obliges. I stand with my back to the sling and make-out some more. He lays me back on the sling. The warm sweaty leather makes me drip with precum. He straps up and wipes some lube on my well fingered hole. Slowly he pushes himself into me, maybe it was the angle but this was not comfortable. I felt like I had to pee really bad, perhaps it was his size, this was the biggest cock I've taken so far. It's pushing against my bladder, and if it was kosher and an ideal fantasy, id simply piss all over myself. But I'm a polite sub so I hold it in and take the slow deep thrusts he offers up. I'm counting the thrusts, wondering when this is going to feel enjoyable. He's so fat I can feel and hear the rubber of the condom squeaking. Is it going to pop? He's enjoying himself so I'm prepared to let this happen, he is sweating a lot, I really want to wipe his head and chest and lick that sweat, but he's standing upright so I can't reach. Then he leans forward and embraces me, his arms sliding between my back and the leather sling, I get drenched in his sweat as we kiss. This position turns me on so much I could probably cum hands free. "Do you swallow boy?" "Yes Sir" "Ok, open up" I open my gob and expect him to walk over and finish off in my mouth. But to my surprise he's already cum. He slides his condom off. It's been filled. He places the open end in my mouth and squeezes the top and slides the cum into my mouth. It's thick and plentiful, and he rubs my stomach as I swallow it back. He's happy that his seed is inside me one way or another. At this point 3 or 4 guys were standing watching in the sling room, it's a very small room so this seems full. As this giant who's load I just swallowed leaves the room, another man, sort of a scruffy cub type (young, mid 30's stubbled, hairy body and a nice belly(solid)) positions himself at the base of the sling. Instead of pushing his cock into me, he grabs the chains and pulls me towards his cock. He slides in nicely, much more comfortable than the tall Texan. He makes sure he's deep before he pounds it. This feels amazing! I start to get chills through my body, I notice a guy stroking his cock in my periphery. I turn and begin to suck it, it has a strong musky smell, hot. I feel lips on my calf muscle, then teeth, some guy is making out with my leg. Two other hand rub my chest, stomach and nipples. This is fucking hot. Almost every part of my body is in some way being used to get these guys off, I've never felt so wanted and useful. The scruffy cub leans in closer with his mouth open, I remove the cock for a second to kiss him. As he gives me a sloppy kiss I feel his back, it's covered in hair and sweat. I'm happy to discover my newly found love of other guy's sweating on me, it's really primal. The cock is shoved back into my mouth. The cub begins to pound hard and fast. Who is this guy chewing on my leg, kissing and licking it up and down. I can't see due to the cock in my face. One thing I notice is that this cub doesn't seem to want to cum, any time he gets close, he'll pull out and kiss me or suck on my nipples. This guy, who'd normally be too young for me, is quickly becoming my favourite fuck yet. The animalistic noises he makes as he rails my ass, the beard and body hair, the not-too-big not-to-small size of his cock. I want to make him cum though. So the next time he gets into a flurry, before he can pull out to relax. I spit the cock out of my mouth, unhook my heel from the jaw it was clamped in, wrap my arms around the back of his neck to pull him in for a deep kiss, and hook my legs around his waist and pull him in. My freshly chewed calves push against his his hot sweaty ass, and I feel it clench. He hammers me deep, he snorts, he growls, he bites on my lips, drooling into my open mouth. Biting my neck like a vampire his arms buckle, and he collapses on top of me. He's cum! That felt unbelievable, went straight into my top 3 fucks of all time. He kisses me and leaves the room. I need to be upright for a moment so I get off the sling and wipe it down. I resist the urge to lick it clean. I wipe myself off and head upstairs to see what else is going on...

Easy. It's nice to give up myself for another's physical pleasure, but what gets ME off is when a guy cums, I know, deep down, that he's staked a type of ownership over me that I will carry for the rest of my life. I've let him have a piece of me and gotten as close to a man as physically possible, and his DNA is now part of me.

I love the feeling that their seed is planted in me. It's my duty to take their gift and cherish it in my hole. I also love walking around in public with a just-seeded, cummy hole!

Part Three Cory leaned in and the two kissed as they enjoyed their mutual rush. Cory quickly moved between Nathan’s legs and began to eat his virgin and neg hole. Nathan began to moan as Cory worked his tongue deep inside his hole. As Cory took a break from rimming his stepbrother he asked him “Are you ready for my cock bro?” Through his soft moans Nathan said “Yes, God yes, fuck me please!” Cory quickly moved up Nathan’s thin body as he positioned his poz cock at his stepbrother’s neg hole. The two kissed as Nathan began to feel the hard cock penetrate his body. Cory slid in balls deep and began to fuck immediately not giving Nathan a chance to know he was really being fucked without a condom. Cory pounded Nathan’s hole making sure to tear it up a bit to help his toxic load get inside his blood stream and with Cory newly poz and not yet on meds his viral load was probably toxic enough to do the deed he was intending. Cory tried to last as long as he could when he began to feel his balls begin to boil. He lasted a couple minutes longer when he jammed his cock in deep and grunted out as unloaded inside Nathan’s hole. Nathan had little clue what had just happened. The two kissed while Cory worked his still hard cock inside Nathan’s cum filled hole working his seed into the walls of his ass. Nathan was still high and horny as Cory pulled out and began to finger, scrap and pull at Nathan’s cummy hole. He worked himself around so that Nathan could go suck his cock clean as he worked to make sure that his bug would do its job. With the Viagra in his system it didn’t take him long till he was rock hard again. This time he put Nathan on all fours and mounted him from behind. Like he did before he rammed his cock deeper inside his stepbrother causing him to moan out in pleasure and pain. Cory rode Nathan harder and longer this time around. He made sure that the seed already inside was pushed in deeper. Nathan kept moaning and squealing out with ever thrust Cory made and he knew that with one more slam Nathan would be ready for the rest of the weekend. After he planted two more loads he grabbed Nathan by the neck and led him to his room. He threw him on his own bed as he went and grabbed his back pack where he had another slam ready for Nathan. Nathan laid back and quietly accepted the slam as he was sent even further into a high that had him kind of out of it. Cory pounded him a couple more times depositing the last cum he probably had in his balls. Nathan was still fucked up and out of is as Cory got the both of them dressed and helped him out to his car. Nathan had no clue where they were going as Cory made him suck his cock as they drove. When Cory finally parked and the two walked into the plain, brick building. Cory knew the guy working the counter as the two winked at each other. The guy behind the counter told Cory “So this is the stepbrother. I have the room you wanted set aside.” Cory asked him “How much?” Cory was told “The room is normally $50.” Cory handed the guy $75 and said “Here you go. Did you take care of the advertising for the night? The guy replied “All done. You should have a line waiting once he’s already” while the guy handed Cory 2 towels and the room key. Cory and Nathan walked into the place. Cory knew the way to the room and opened used the key to open the door. He let Nathan lay on the bed as he rummaged around his back pack. Cory took a couple more Viagra as he helped Nathan out of his clothes and into the sling in the middle of the room. Cory then undressed and approached Nathan in the sling. He administered another slam to Nathan and then did his own before opening the door. He knew that Nathan would have little memory of the bathhouse as a line formed between Nathan’s legs. While Nathan got fucked by guys of all ages, shapes and colors Cory got on the bed and began to get some cock and cum of his own. By the next day both stepbrothers had cum dripping from their holes. Nathan had taken a couple double fucks as Cory watched the action as he took load after load. That night Cory took Nathan home and the two climbed into bed together. They spent the next 2 days in bed with Cory calling in for Nathan being sick and himself calling off from work. Nathan remembered very little from the weekend except that he was in love with his older brother. When he came down with the ‘flu’ Cory came over and spent some time with Nathan. Nathan looked up at Cory and didn’t have to ask the question as Cory showed off his new biohazard tattoo just about his cock.

Guys, there’s an old adage that goes, ”Watch out what you wish for….” Well, let me tell you I had a lot of bizarre fantasies—and they all came true—along with a lot more than I ever wanted or expected. I met Troy in an AOL chatroom. We started off with the usual BS. Over time I revealed my innermost fantasies to him, though to my credit I confessed they were just—reveries. He got bored, said he was into none of that. Nonetheless, we continued corresponding. I came to think of him as just another internet acquaintance—because I’m your typical fortyish gay male and he, a 23 year old muscle jock—straight at worst, Bi, at best. So gradually I lost interest, and our chats became less frequent. One day he e-mailed me asking if I’d like to meet. My cock sprang to attention. We reconnoitered at a local bar. I get nervous when I meet new people, and that night I got very, very drunk. I said I needed to get home, but Troy told me I could spend the night with him. It was Friday evening, going on Saturday, and through my drunken haze the thought of bedding down with hunky Troy enthralled me. Big mistake. No sooner did we reach his van, than he and two of his companions jumped me. They bound and gagged me, and threw me in the back. One of them slapped my ass, muttering what a fun night it was gonna be. Images of gay-bashings flashed through my inebriated brain. I thought sure this was the end. We drove for what seemed like hours, and turned off on a bumpy, gravelly road. The three of them got out. The rear door opened, and they dragged me to my feet. They untied my legs. It was so dark I couldn’t see a thing, but from the smells and night sounds, I knew we were in the country. They led me up some stairs. Troy fumbled with a key and shoved me in a pitch black room. They removed the cuffs, stripped me, and lifted me to a massive wooden table. I struggled, though I knew I wasn’t going anywhere without my clothing. Using rope and straps, they bound me, face up, spread-eagled, and went outside. I was strapped down around my chest and arms and legs, so I was pretty well immobilized. Nothing else happened for a while; but I heard their raucous laughter and beer tabs popping. Finally they returned, beers in hand, and hovered over me. Troy pointed to the others. There were Todd and Timmy. The three T’s. All three were pretty decent—especially Timmy—the most gorgeous twink I’d ever laid eyes on—early twenties, tan, and built. Troy spoke. “This is Pussy Faggot Danny, my internet companion. Danny would be an all right kind of queer, ‘cept he’s got these disgusting fantasies regarding watersports and AIDS. So I thought we’d give him a taste of his own medicine, and see how much he likes it. In addition, we got a couple extra treats for Danny. Ever hear of Hepatitis-B, Danny Boy? I got it. And tonight I’m gonna share it with you.” “Todd here’s our Nurse. He’s gonna make sure you get our STD’s. He’s got the Clap—for the third time. He’s gonna give it to you. Hope you appreciate his pain. I asked him to skip the Penicillin until he got through with you.” “I’m sure you’ve noticed pretty Timmy, here. He’s your dream cum true. He’s got HIV. Know how he got it? Gang-banged by a bunch of faggots like yourself. He’s a little homophobic, so don’t push him.” Troy handed Tim a leather gag with a ball sewn in it. The ball had a hole in the center. To help me breathe, I figured. Gorgeous Timmy bent over me, and my cock began to stir. He punched me in the balls. My nuts shriveled, I wailed. My high-pitched shriek resounded off the cabin walls. It didn’t even sound like me. Tim slapped my face, bloodying my nose. “Do that again, cocksucker, and you’ll regret it.” He hastily regagged me, and shoved a plastic funnel in the hole. Troy approached with a black butt plug. Todd and Timmy lifted up my legs. Sans lube, he shoved it in me. I screamed again, but, gagged, my cries came out like puppy yelps. Tears rolled down my cheeks. “Okay, Todd. Go to work on him.” The nurse Todd lubed up a catheter and pushed it in my piss slit. My torment was intense. His veins stood out as he worked it in me. I cried in agony. At last it slid into my bladder. Yellow fluid filled the tube. Todd smiled in satisfaction. “First time I ever did that.” He connected the other end of the tubing to the funnel. Piss began to flow into my mouth. I coughed and gagged, but learned I had to swallow or drown in my own urine. Reaching in his pocket, Todd pulled out a syringe. From Troy, then Timmy, then himself, he drew blood. Three times I suffered their serologic injections. I ended up with Band-Aids on my arms. At last they retreated to the porch. I was glad to be alone. How dare they do this to me! True homophobes would have done me better. At least I’d have been dead by then. But these Fuckers meant for me to live—and suffer! Beneath the gag a fatalistic smile crossed my face. I was totally at their mercy, but I was going to survive! When they returned, about half an hour later, all three of them were nude. I found myself admiring their youthful bodies. They had such taunt physiques, compared to my forty year-old body. Laughing, they approached the table. One by one they pissed into the funnel. I swallowed madly, attempting to absorb their streams. I thought my gut was gonna burst. Their beer-diluted urine overflowed the funnel and ran down my cheeks and neck. Troy said, “Timmy, give Danny Boy a good night kiss. He seems to like you best.” “Fuckin’ AIDS Whore!” Timmy growled. Anticipating yet another blow, I shut my eyes. A door slammed somewhere. I opened them again as a hand massaged my dick. I shuddered when I realized I was alone with sadist Timmy. Warily I awaited another unprovoked attack; but alone he seemed transformed. I grew sexually aroused. I’d forgotten the catheter till I spasmed. N ever had I experienced such an intense yet painful climax! Timmy disconnected the tube from the funnel and sucked my cum, and piss, down his throat. He removed the gag and kissed me deeply—spitting jizz and piss from his mouth to mine. God, that troubled boy was hot! He disconnected the tubing from the funnel and pulled out the butt plug. It had shit and blood all over it. He stuck the end of the catheter up my ass. My recycled urine, and theirs, flowed into my ass, puddling on the table beneath me. He lit a cigarette and went outside. When he returned, urine was dribbling on the floor. He reconnected the tubing to the funnel, untied my legs, and raised them to his shoulders. His hard shaft probed between my legs. Between the blood and piss and shit, he entered me easily. That beautiful POZ man plunged in and out of me. I was torn between his superlative magnificence and the ugly disease I knew consumed him. Timmy thrust harder. His breathing came in spurts, his panting grew intense. That ravishing maniacal youth was close to cumming. “HERE’S HIV FOR YOU, COCKSUCKER!” He convulsed as volley after volley of his poison jizz shot in me. Exhausted, his noxious shaft quiescent, his handsome profile collapsed upon my chest. His sinewy forearms encircled me. He ravenously bit my neck till it was badly bruised. Toward morning, Todd came in. With bloodshot eyes, he stumbled toward me. His need was obvious. He leaned over the table, his slimy shaft, glistening precum, bobbed up and down mere inches from my face. He worked his shaft as if to milk the precum from it. A greenish-yellow goo oozed out instead. “I’m gonna see the Doc on Monday, but tonight we party.” He pulled the bloody, shitty, cummy butt plug from my ass, and wiped it across my face. He undid my legs. I kicked and wailed my through the gag. He slapped my gut. “Stop that shit, or I swear I’ll cut you!” I acquiesced. Gonorrhea could be cured: castration was forever. After his violent adrenal rush, he had trouble getting hard again. He fucked me half an hour before he shot. At 9:00 A.M. the three of them removed the apparatus. Troy ran a wash cloth across my blood and cum and shit caked face. They let me dress, retied, regagged me, and led me to the van. The morning sunlight blinded me. The place was someone’s summer cabin. Beyond the unkempt lawn, tall pine trees soared above the sequestered structure. I sensed a different attitude in Todd and Timmy. They treated me kindly, almost with respect—now that I was one of them. When we got back to the bar, Troy crawled in. He shut the door behind him. Air off, the summer sun baked the roof and made the inside suffocating. We were alone. His accomplices had fled. He unzipped, and his massive 8” shaft popped out. He untied my shoes and pulled off my jeans and briefs. “Remember this, Cocksucker.” His pole connected with my ass. So close to freedom, I had not the slightest inkling nor desire to resist. My second shot at Hepatitis B, I thought. He untied and ungagged me. I quickly dressed. He threw the van doors open to alleviate the stifling heat. By then we were both drenched with sweat. Afraid he might reconsider, I crawled on hands and knees towards the door. “You belong to us now. Keep in touch,” he yelled out after me. The only other vehicle in the lot was mine. I staggered in a zigzag pattern toward it. I fumbled for my keys. By the time I got inside, Troy, too, was gone. I slept all day and into Sunday, awoke feverish and sick—three blood stained Band Aids on the bed stand.

I've recently acquired a taste for younger men, so when my business travels took me recently to Tucson, I let a room near the University, and, at a gay-friendly bar just off campus, easily picked up a kid, who couldn’t have been more than a sophomore. Honestly, he looked barely old enough to drink, but he knew the right come-ons, telling me at the outset I was just his type, a nice mature Daddy, with lots of facial hair. How flattering! That made it easy. I drove a circuitous route to the motel so he couldn’t track me later. From the moment we walked through the door, he wanted to give head, so I let him, but after a couple of minutes asked "You wanna rim my ass, too, kid?” “Ohhhhhhh yeahhhh, Daddy!” “Shove your tongue up my hole, nice and deep! Taste my ass juices.” He complied with an eagerness that suggested the time was ripe to crank the session to another level, so I announced “Okay, kid. Now its time to get fucked!” “No, man, I don't get fucked.” "Too bad, shit head. When you walked through the door, is it possible I failed to inform you that you had given up your rights? Your ass is now mine.” In the ensuing tussle, he quickly discovered his desire to escape was no match for my need to seed. In short order, my bare cock was soon gliding in and out of his hole, lubed only by my spit and his ass slobber. I could tell why he didn't like to be fucked: his hole was as tight as any I’ve ever encountered, which meant every stroke must have torn up his rectum. “Fuck, Daddy! You're not wearing a condom!” Don't worry, Baby Cakes, my HIV hasn’t progressed that far.” “You’ve got AIDS?” “Technically speaking, NO, Baby Cakes. Just HIV. HIV matures into AIDS. As it will in your case. Wanna freak? It turns me on when fags freak. Go ahead, freak out. Maybe I’ll blow another load up your ass.” Freak he did, shivering and sobbing uncontrollably for the next 20 minutes, feeling sorry for his future, which I’d just so unconscionably stolen. I never did pull out, but rather, as promised, after only a few easy strokes, deposited a second deadly load up his ass. Afterwards I wordlessly guided the dumbfounded youth back to my car, drove the same serpentine route to the bar, planted a twenty in his pocket, thereby officially designating the little fuck as a male whore, and told the shit to get the fuck outta my sight. Somewhere in AZ there’s an ex-Angel, his previously pristine anatomy irreparably declining in the presence my death seed—because I willed it. Which makes me so fucking proud when I contemplate the obscenity. Welcome, junior, wherever you are, to the Sacred Order of AIDS.