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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.

A few years ago my partner Steve and I went to Gay Days in Disneyland. It always happens the first full weekend in October. We had been a few times before and always had a blast. We’d meet guys from all over the country and run around with them for the day inside the park. One of the best things about the weekend is that on Friday and Saturday they always have giant parties host in different locations around the parks or in one of the host hotels. We would go dance, drink, and make out with guys that we just meet or from earlier in the day. My partner and I also have a big sexual appetite and this night was no different. We play together as well as separately. It was Friday night, we had gone back to the hotel room to get cleaned up and ready for the Kingdom party that was being held at the House of Blues in downtown Disney. We had a few cocktails in the room to get pre-liquored up since the drinks tend to be damn expensive. Arriving at the House of Blues, we found the party in full swing, music blazing, and go-go boys shaking their asses for those willing to give up a dollar or two for a quick grope and squeeze. Steve was talking with a hot muscle guy, Anthony, who we had meet earlier in the day while waiting in line for Space Mountain. They chatted while I danced for a while with a couple of guys with their shirts off. Finally I was thirsty and walked over to them. By this point the muscle guy was joined by his boyfriend, Peter, who was a tasty hot dark haired guy with a tight body. We all chatted for a little while as we continued to drink the night away. Soon this led into us making out near the bar. All of us hot and bothered and were ready for some action. Steve suggested that he and Anthony go back to our room while Peter and I make way to theirs. We all agreed and went on our way. It turns out that we were staying in different hotels and headed in opposite directions. The entire way to Peter’s room we could not keep our hands off each other. Rubbing, kissing, and reaching into each other’s pants. When we finally made it to the room Peter opened the door and to my surprise two other guys where in the room sitting on the bed watching TV. Peter had forgotten to mention that they were sharing their hotel room with a couple of friends, Eric and Jason. I was concerned that we would not be able to fuck, and I really needed some fat cock in my ass! Peter eased my worries very quickly as he just closed the door and threw me on the bed and started kissing me all in one motion. He asked if it was okay if Eric and Jason could watch and I said that they could join in as far as I was concerned. They both were built very similar to Peter. In no time at all we were each naked and everyone was sucking someone else's cock. Peter had been sucking on Jason’s cock before moving onto to eating my ass out. This is when I notice that all three of them had a tattoo around their belly buttons. Each a different design but each the same thing…a bio hazard tattoo! I was shocked and stop sucking on Eric fat uncut cock. Eric looked down and me and smiled asking if I liked the tattoo. I just lay there, wide eyed, while Peter continued to eat my hole. I told Eric that I was hoping to get cock in my ass but now that I saw their tats that that was not going to happen. Peter popped up for my hole and asked “why not?” I replied because they were all poz. Peter just chuckled and said I already had a poz load soaking into my hole. “What the fuck do you mean I already have a poz load soaking into my hole?!” “You have Jason’s thick toxic load in your hole.” Jason had cum in Peter’s mouth while we were sucking each other’s cock, before Peter started eating my ass out. Peter did not swallow and worked Jason’s load into my hole with his tongue so I would be ready for all of their cocks. I have to admit that even though I was freaking out on the inside I was extremely turn the hell on. I had always fantasized about taking a poz cock and load in my ass. I always jacked off to stories online about being stealthed but had never told anyone about it, not even Steve. Peter could see that my cock started to throb even more and was leaking a heavy amount of precum after he told me I had Jason’s toxic load in my ass. Peter placed his thick cock at the opening of my hole and gave me a look as if waiting for my approval that he go ahead and fill my ass with his cock. I gave him a smile and started to suck Eric’s cock again and started to stroke Jason’s. This is all Peter needed before sliding into my ass fast and deep in one swift motion hitting his balls against my ass. “Fuck yeah,” I grunted, my voice somewhat muffled by Eric’s cock. Peter worked his cock in my hole good, pulling all the way out and slamming it back in balls deep. I had not been fucked like this in a long while. That 'Fuck yeah' was all I could manage. I was so fucking turned on by the thought of having my hole used by a fat uncut poz cock bareback, let alone getting three raw poz cocks in my ass! Peter lasted about ten minutes before his breathing increased and shouted “Take my dirty fucking seed you slut!” I could feel his cock pulse inside my ass as it deposited the second toxic load of the night. His cock twitched and throbbed inside me making my flesh and hole twitch in delight. The second Peter slid out, Eric slid into my ass, filling me with his fat uncut piece of meat. He did not last more than five minutes since I had been sucking his cock the entire time. “Oh fuck yeah, I'm gonna to knock you up good. Here it comes!” “Fucking fill my ass up, you dirty bastard!” “Fuck yeah!!!!!” It felt like a lake was forming inside my ass when his load meet-up with Jason’s and Peter’s. This entire time Jason had been jacking his cock and was ready to blow another thick toxic load into my willing horny neg ass. Sliding in balls-deep, he lasted only three thrust before his cock blew another thick creamy load into my hole. At that moment we heard a key working the lock on the door and in walked Anthony. “I see we are having some fun in here!” It had been close to an hour and a half since we all parted ways at the party to head off to the rooms for fun. “How many loads does he have?” “Four total.” Eric replied. “Time to add mine to the mix!” As Anthony said this he started stripping his clothes off and again I noticed that familiar tat around the belly button. “Holy shit yes!” I moaned. Anthony moved over and started to slide his 8” cock into my well used and cum filled ass. “So did you fuck Steve?” I asked as Anthony worked my hole. “I’m not going to kiss and tell.” “Did he see the Bio tat?” “That he did.” “I can’t believe that I am taking raw poz cock! It has been a fantasy of mine but I have never mentioned it to anyone.” “Then I am glad we get to help with your fantasy coming true.” He was making deep slow strokes in and out of my ass with his fat cock slowly picking up the pace as we chatted. “You ready for my bug juice?” “Fuck yes! Blow every drop you have in me!” With that Anthony let out a long deep moan as I felt his cock blow deep with my gut. “That makes five total for the night” Eric said. “Shouldn’t take long for you to convert over now,” Anthony remarked. “Is that a guarantee?” I asked. “Pretty much, since none of us or on any kind of meds," Eric replied as the other three nodded their heads with big smirks on their faces. “Well time for you to go back to your man,” Anthony said as he started to toss my clothes to me. “Fuck” I said “I can’t believe I just did that. What am I going to tell Steve?” “Who said you have to tell him anything other than that you had a great time.” “I guess.” “Oh make sure to keep those loads in your ass for the rest of the night. Maybe we will see you in the park tomorrow.” As I started to walk back to my hotel the streets were pretty much empty except for a few people here and there. When I reached the hotel and made it the room I was quiet since I was not sure if Steve would still be up or not. Opening the door the room was dark and I could hear snoring coming from the king-size bed in the middle of the room. I decided not to shower and follow Anthony's recommendation, and keep the five toxic loads in my ass for the rest of the night. I stripped out of my clothes and climbed quietly into bed. I did not take long for me to fall asleep after the late night work out I had just received. About an hour later I was awakened to Steve’s hard cock nudging up against my abused and filled hole. I was worried that he would freak out if he noticed that my ass was loaded up with cum since our rule is that we only play safe with others, let alone that I had just taken five poz cocks and loads raw into my ass. Steve could sense that I was now awake since I began to push back onto his hard cock. “You have a good time?” he asked as he started to slide the head of his throbbing cock into my hole. “I sure did. You?” “You bet your ass I did” he replied. By this point he had made it balls-deep into my sloppy hole and began to move slowly in and out. “I can tell that you had some fun.” “What do you mean?” I asked him. “Your hole feels slick and creamy.” Fuck he had noticed. I had no idea what to say at this point. I had never broken our rule before of only playing safe. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it” he said as he continued to slowly work his cock in and out of my hole. “Don’t worry about it? Are you sure?” I asked. “Yeah, don’t worry about it; I broke the rule tonight as well. I fucked Anthony raw and blew in his hole.” “You did?” “Yupe!” Holy shit I was so fucking horned up at this point. I realized that I had never cum earlier. “Fuck yeah, Steve; fuck me like you fucked Anthony!” “Oh yeah, baby, I’m going to! Damn your hole is so slick. How many loads did you take?” “Five” I said with heavy breath. “Five! Shit, how many guys fucked you?” Panting I replied “Four, they are sharing their room with a couple of friends." “I know” he said with a chuckle. “You knew?” “Yup, I arranged it for you.” “You did?” “Yes I did, baby. I though you could use some fun. It has been so long since we have been on a vacation I really wanted you to enjoy yourself. I wanted to fulfill your every fantasy.” The second Steve said that I froze while Steve continued to pump my ass. “What did you say?” I asked. “I wanted to fulfill your fantasy. It was not an accident that we meet Anthony and Eric today in the park. I found them online a few months ago when we decided to go on vacation. I have been chatting with them ever since and arranged this whole night.” I listened to him tell the story while he slid in and out slowly each time pulling almost all the way out before make his way back in balls-deep. I still had mentioned nothing about the four of them each being poz and not on meds when he said “I found them on one of your websites.” “One of mine?” “Yes, one of the sites you've been hiding from me.” I started to moan even louder now as I knew what he was getting at. “I know you are a dirty little bug chasing whore but were too scared to ever do anything about it unless fate stepped in…so I did.” “Holy shit Steve, I can’t believe this! I never would have told you 'cause I was scared what you might think of me.” “No worries, I’m just glad that you forget to clear your internet history sometimes or I would never have gotten the chance to get your ass after it was filled with a shit load of toxic cum!” With that I could feel my cock begin to swell to its limit and blow all over my chest, face and bed. “Fuck me Steve! Work that toxic sperm into my hole!” Two seconds later Steve began to grunt as he pounded away at my cum-greased ass and he blew his load as deeply as he could get his pulsating cock. Afterwards Steve lay next to me with his cock still my ass as we fell asleep me in his arms. When we woke up in the morning I rolled over and gave Steve the biggest kiss I ever had and said “Thank you” “You're welcome” he said with a wink and a grin. “I still can’t believe that that happened last night. I never thought I would ever do that. Fuck that was hot.” "I’m glad I could help fulfill a fantasy of yours, not to mention one that fucking hot. Oh by the way it is not over yet. The guys will all be coming over here tonight to give you another helping to make sure it takes.” “Oh god yes!” I moaned as we exchanged a passionate kiss. Steve then let me in on his next bomb: “Plus I need to get another deposit from Anthony as well. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that after I fucked him he flipped me over and filled my ass up with a couple of loads of his own!” I instantly moved my hand to Steve’s ass to feel weather he still had Anthony’s charged load in his ass. Sure enough my fingers slid right into his ass with ease thanks to the toxic lube he had kept with him over-night. I pulled my fingers out and sucked on them before giving Steve another deep long kiss. “I love you,” I whispered in his ear. “As you should,” he whispered back with a smile. “Now let’s get showered and get something to eat! You’re going to need your strength for tonight!” This is my first attempt at writing a story like this. I hope it was enjoyable. If it is well received I will continue to write more.

The door was unlocked when I pushed it open, just as he had said it would be. I stepped inside, locked the door behind myself, and took a quick glance around: the apartment was small and cheap but clean, and the lighting was dim. "In here," a voice called from a doorway and I followed it to the man's bedroom. There was barely enough light leaking in from the curtained window to see the guy I'd come to fuck. Even in the dim light I could see he was chubby, his ass on display as he lay ass up and face down on the edge of his bed naked except for a blindfold around his eyes. We'd met on Grindr and he had quickly invited me over to fuck him anon. As I let my jeans and boxers drop he looked back even though he couldn't see, his wide pale ass shaking enticingly as his thick cock drooped underneath him. I could smell the body wash on him, his hair still wet from a fresh shower as I knelt down behind him. Giving his fat ass a spank that makes it jiggle he let out a gasp then a low groan as I spread his cheeks to expose his pink hole. Wasting no time, I dove in, tongue lashing at the pucker as I slobbered and sucked his hole making him moan like a bitch. Already he started to rock against my face as I ate him out, my tongue prodding his asshole to taste him and get him ready for my cock that was already growing hard and dripping. He clutched at the bedsheets as he shook from the pleasure, the sounds of my ravenous rimming and his moans filling the air. Reaching between his thick thighs I found his cock hard and throbbing as it leaked precum, giving it a few strokes that made him whimper and moan out. Pulling back I worked a single thick finger into his loosened, slick hole and rubbed against his prostate making his cock lurch in my hand. The chubby faggots hole clenched around my fingers as I added a second, working him open and stroking his prostate to really get him dripping in my grasp. Grinning as he moaned like a needy whore I asked, "Ready to get fucked faggot?" My dick throbbed as he groaned out against the bed before turning his head to gasp out, "Yes, fuck me," he pleaded. I wasn't going to wait. Giving his cock and prostate a few strokes for good measure, I stood up and pressed the broad tip of my uncut cock against his spit-slicked pucker, which I prodded, teasing him, just to hear him moan. I was just about to thrust into him when he seemed to remember something and reached back to place his hand on my hip, "Wait!" he pointed at his nightstand where a few condom packages and a bottle of lube sat, "Gotta use a condom," he warned. I was ready to just force my dick into him right then even if I had to hold him down and rape him but I just grunted in disappointment as I reached out and took a condom and the bottle. Ripping open the wrapper I regretfully rolled the rubber across my cock. Popping the cap on the lube I slathered up my covered dick then poured a generous amount right onto his hole. Without bothering to work it into his asshole I lined up with it and pushed hard to make up for lost time with that unfortunate distraction. The chub let out a pained yelp and collapsed on his wide belly as several rough thrusts let me rest balls-deep in his tight ass. Laying myself on top of him I pinned him against the bed as I rotated my hips, savoring how his hole clenched at my cock as I stirred his insides, growling in his ear, "Hope you have thick walls, fag. Neighbors gonna hear you." His only response was to squirm underneath me. Drawing my hips back until only the fat crown of my cock remained in him I dropped back down, hilting myself in one rough thrust that knocked the air out of him mid-moan. With my weight holding him down all he could do was spread his legs even wider as I started to bounce off his ass, my fat cock plowing his hole with wet slapping sounds when my fat nuts clapped off his hairless pair. With my fingers grabbing him by the back of he neck I pounded him hard and fast, the chubby slut moaning out while starting to clench his hole around my cock with each pull out before thrusting back in. The bed had started to bang against the wall, letting his neighbors know without a doubt that someone was getting thoroughly fucked. Yet as I relished his whimpers and needy groans the feeling of the condom wrapped around me kept me from fully enjoying it. Propping myself up on my elbow I looked down to where my condom covered cock was pummeling his hole and the sight of the dark image of a biohazard tattoo on my hip making up my mind as I readied myself to rip the rubber off and really enjoy myself.

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."

This is my first story on here so please be kind! I am a slender white guy who lives out in Phoenix, Arizona. I’m 23 years old and hooked on the local baths and adult theaters. A few months back I did my normal prep work to go to the local baths, and deciced to visit the bathhouse named Flex. It’s near downtown so most of the time, even at odd hours, there are plenty of guys in attendance. I paid the entrance fee to the clerk, and was buzzed into the locker area at which point the teller handed me a towel and locker keys and casually wished me a good time. Stripping naked, I couldn't help but notice a couple of Latino bears who were staring at my smooth slender body as if I was a piece of meat. My poppers in hand and a cute heart choker around my neck, I set forth to walk the hallways. My first stop was the dark maze where I felt my way to a bench. Taking a seat, I didn't have to for very long before to wait before one of the Latinos bears appeared, having followed me from the locker room. He stepped in front of me, dropped his towel, and dangled his impressively thick cock in front of my face. I didn't have a chance to reach for it before his hands were on my head, as he fed me his huge brown cock, fucking my face for a good minute before he allowed me to come up for air. I took the occasion not only to catch my breath, but also to take a big hit of poppers. Then he again forced my head on his cock. It went on for some time, and I impressed myself as I didn't gag once. I did, however, begin jacking myself, even as I enjoyed the sensation of his cock sliding in my mouth. After five more minutes of pumping into my mouth he grunted “Fuck, I’m cumming.” I slid off of his cock and sat there, awaiting his load. Indeed his cock exploded, absolutely covering my face and neck in his warm cum. The last few spurts of his cum ended up in my mouth and I was in heaven as I tasted the salty cum drip out of him and rest on my tongue, even as his cock still twitched in excitement. Eventually he withdrew from my mouth, slapping my cheek with his cock twice before walking away. Eagerly swallowing the jizz in my mouth, I was pleased with the encounter as a good start, but was definitely ready for the main course. Getting up I leave out of the darkroom and head to the showers. My face still wet with so much cum that some of it was oozing down my chest. The shower was empty, so I took a quick rinse, not before, however, scooping another finger full of the cum off my body and licking my finger clean. Then I headed for the general play room which has elevated glory holes feeding around the central space, which itself is lined with padded benches. In the center of the central space is a public stage. At that moment, aside from myself, there were only two men present, a somewhat older man who was blowing a middle aged ginger guy. I bent over over the center stage, placing one of the several condoms I took from the free dispenser on top of my ass and waited. Before long a younger looking black bull entered the room, standing behind me. I heard him rip the condom open so I took the lube I had brought, rubbing a hefty dollop into my tight hole. Immediately the head of what felt like a MASSIVE cock started to prod my hole. I reach around and feel his shaft up and down, happy I felt the condom. As I took another big hit of poppers, his cock inched its way into my ass. I felt so full and good eventually he was all the way into me and started pumping. A crowd of about seven men had gathered. Several were either groping me, or jerking themselves as each awaited his turn on my ass. I couldn't say I didn't enjoy being the center of attention. The ginger guy I had seen earlier now walked up to my side and offered his cock, so I swallowed it to the root, happy for both the ginger guy's cock and the sensation of the black bull's huge, full ball sack smacking into mine. The black bull, meanwhile, reached his limit as he slid out of my ass, yanked off the condom, stroking himself to completion. Rope after rope of warm cum landed all over my back. Looking back I'm still amazed by the amount he blew. In any event, he was apparently quite satisfied as he slapped my ass a few times, then slapped it with his cock, which was still at full erection, and then left, leaving me to finish off the ginger cock. However, before he blew, a new guy stepped behind my ass, and this new cock abruptly slid into my ass, even before I thought to check for a condom. Turning, I was about to insist on the use of a condom, but the sight of the top gave me pause: he was a handsome looking grey fox, and sure enough, he was trying to fuck me raw, but I held my position and handed him a condom. Which he promptly tossed away. “Condom or nothing," I plainly insisted, handing another condom to him. He gave me a vexed look, but unwrapped the condom, slid it onto his cock, and re-positioned himself to re-enter my ass. Returning to the ginger guy's cock, I went back to servicing him as the grey fox started to slid back into my ass. As a precaution, however, I reached back and verified he was wearing the condom, which I think, covered about half of his seven inch cock. I was satisfied. He fucked me very slowly, perhaps even awkwardly as he attempted to move his cock in a circle pattern, constantly sliding in slowly, then withdrawing, but somehow still trying to move in a circle. To be honest, however, I wasn't focused on the grey fox, but on the ginger guy, because just about then he began pumping deliciously warm warm cum into my mouth. I was still swallowing the last his load when another man, a very hung and hairy Latino fed me his his very thick cock. I was aware the grey fox had changed his fuck pattern, now completely withdrawing from my ass and then plunging back in, but I was trying to focus on the Latino's cock, which was an absolute beauty. However I was more aware when the grey fox changed his plan again, pounding my ass like the proverbial jack rabbit, hitting my prostate with each deep thrust. The pre-cum was oozing from my cock in abundance. I was one happy bottom. As I took another hit of poppers, the grey fox took my crotch in his arms and fucked my slutty ass with amazing energy, his torso arching above me as he grunted and moaned in a deep, very satisfying, sexy voice. I didn’t want it to end but eventually he buried himself to the hilt and I felt his cock twitch deep inside me. But I also had a pang of alarm as I sensed a warm glow spreading in my belly. The grey fox, meanwhile, abruptly withdrew and hurriedly left the room. I didn’t have time to do much though since the Latino I was sucking decided it was his turn at my hole. He donned the condom I presented without hesitation, and gave me a very satisfactory fuck, although all the while he was pounding away I found myself thinking I was surprised my ass could handle yet another cock, especially as he wasn't using any lube. The same thought came to mind with the two successive guys who had a go at my ass. After this little gang bang I took a shower, and as I stood in the shower I felt my ass leaking. Sure enough - it was cum. I surmised the grey fox had engaged in all those 'weird moves' to discreetly remove the condom from his cock, and when he was eventually successful in doing so, he quickly bred me without holding back, leaving my ass containing a ridiculous amount of his seed that continued to ooze out of my hole for the rest of the night. I didn’t have to wonder too long about the condom because that came out of me as well the next day. I was in total fear for about a month, visiting the health clinic to be tested several times. As it turned out, I was lucky this time. I've been a lot more careful since, but I still look back at the moment and realize how incredibly hot it was to be used and bred like a bitch, even if I didn't want to again run the risks.

I live in Las Vegas and for a town called Sin City, it can really be hit or miss if you're a bottom. But I'll never forget the time that I was essentially raped at Entourage, one of the two remaining bathhouses here in town. I'd been out with a couple of friends and we'd gone to Badlands, a somewhat old style saloon in the same commercial center where Entourage is located. I was feeling buzzed and was in no condition to drive home so as we said our goodbyes, my buddies went their way and I walked over to Entourage. As it was roughly 2:00 AM on a Friday night, all the rooms were taken up and I had to settle for a locker. I figured I'd just wait til a room was available and get some sleep then. In the meantime, I figured I'd check out the action. I undressed and walked around with the towel over one shoulder, which, for the most part, covered my cock, but which left my ass visible. The hallways and TV room were nearly empty and, as I made my way around, I could see that most doors were closed. I silently regretted those last two Jack and cokes I'd had because they were beginning to hit me and all I wanted was to lay down somewhere quiet and get some rest. That's when I saw Him walking towards me: good looking, muscular, 20 something year old dark haired stud with a USMC tattoo on his right pec and a beer can thick cock hanging between his legs. He walked past me without acknowledgement, but as I turned to look over my shoulder, I caught him doing the same, apparently staring at my ass. For the next few minutes, as I looked for a place to lay down, I would occasionally see him in my peripheral vision, stalking me as if I were his prey. I finally made my slightly disoriented way into the empty dark room and lay face down on a waist high platform, ready to get some shut eye and oblivious to the fact that the stud had followed behind me and was standing a mere few feet from me, fisting his thick cock and making plans for my hole. As I lay there on the verge of sleep, I suddenly felt him straddle my ass, spread my cheeks with both hands, and what felt like a baseball bat pressing against my asshole, trying to stretch it against its obvious resistance. The shock and pain woke me the fuck up and in a drunken slur I said "Please don't, you're really big." Without saying a word he backed off and I could hear him pop open some lube and begin to jack his cock. I naively thought that that was the end of it when he suddenly lay his full weight on my back, clamped one hand around my mouth, and used his other hand to maneuver his now slick cock between my cheeks and started using that big mushroom head as a battering ram. The slippery lube and his insistence gradually spread my hole and with an almost audible pop, his cock head forced its way through my sphincter and I heard him groan savagely as I lay there and saw stars from the pain of the sudden invasion. I tried getting up from under him but he used his body weight to hold me down and as he shoved the remaining length of his hole wrecker in me, he hissed into my ear, "I'm fucking balls deep in you now, just fucking take it." I felt helpless as I lay there and felt him bucking his hips and sliding his thick fucker in and out of me, feeling his huge cock head drag and push my insides as he shoved in and out of my guts. In the back of my mind, I was worried and scared because I knew I was essentially getting raped by a big dicked stud who hadn't even contemplated putting a condom on before spearing my guts with his huge cock. But in the forefront, I was beginning to really enjoy the fuck as I he would slam balls deep and ram directly onto my prostate. I couldn't help it and I started moaning uncontrollably against his hand on every down stroke. He soon noticed and that seemed to turn him on. He started getting more vocal, whispering encouragements into my ear, "That's right, fuck yeah, I knew you'd love my cock.....yeah, take my fucking cock all in you..... Yeah, your tight little pussy is gonna make me cum..... Yeah, I'm gonna fill you up with my load." The rhythm of the cock pistoning in and out of my ass began to become more frantic, even as I recognized a complete stranger was about to shoot his cum into my unprotected hole. His breathing became more ragged as he suddenly pushed himself as deep into me as he could and froze in place as I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing balls deep in me as he flooded my guts with his cum and groaned, "Fuck yeah, knocking your ass up with my seed! Yeah, take it all bitch, take my babies in you, fucking take my load!" My hole spasmed around his cock, responding to the stimulus as he lay on top of me, his heart beating like a jack rabbit and his cock still throbbing with the last jets of his orgasm. He pulled his cock out of me and I felt empty as the cool air hit my now puffed up ass lips. He smacked my left ass cheek and said, "Keep my cum in you and let it do its job, cumdump." With that advice he got off of me and walked back into the darkness. I lay there confused and conflicted as my military rapist's cum slowly trickled out of my hole and ran down my balls to join the load I'd unexpectedly shot as he took my ass and made it his cumdump.

Sometimes I will do just about anything to get cock in my ass. This morning I got a text from a guy that has fucked me before asking if I was available. Of course I was since I wasn't at work. He mentioned that "we" wanted to breed my bare ass. I didnt ask how many as he gave directions to drive to his house, strip naked outside the front door in the cold and put on the blindfold on the doorknob. He asked if i had cum in my ass already (yes, 3 loads) and then called me a fucking whore and said "we are going to treat you like a whore you fucking easy bitch. I told him I was theirs to use and anyone else he wanted to whore me out too. He told me to shut the fuck up, that it would be his decision who else got to fuck my bitch pussy. When I got there I stripped naked and waited, blindfolded, on the porch as I shivered in the cold. The door opened and a hand grabbed my ass and then slid a finger into my well lubed and filled ass. "You fucking whore pussy" he growled, grabbed my cock and balls and pulled me into the house where he bent me over some sort of bench. "You deserved to be punished for being a whore and then a flog hit me hard across my ass. A series of hits from the flog rained down on my ass and back and then my legs were kicked apart and the flog went down the crack of my ass seeking out and hitting my balls. At the same time a large cock slapped my face and I opened my mouth as he forced it down my throat and face fucked me hard until I gagged. Another cock lined up at my hole and shoved into my ass. That's when I heard 2 or 3 others as they told the guy to fuck that pussy hard. I heard someone else talking on the phone telling someone to get over here to pound a whore bottom. As the guy in my ass grunted and gave up his load a 3rd guy leaned over me and said he'd fucked me anon over a dozen times in different places and that he had friends that liked to fucked a used pussy. He told another guy that had grabbed my hips and was rubbing his hard cock on my ass to just ram it into me. After the 4th guy bred me I heard the front door open several times as guys arrived. The guy that texted me asked how many cocks had fucked me so far this month and I told him 141 plus them and he said he knew it was a lot because he had watched 15 guys unload in my ass at a bookstore and I never looked to see who was inside me. By the time I left I was leaking cum all over down my legs and the count was now 153. Not much more to get to my goal of 200 and then see how many more cocks I can get!! I'm still a fucking horny cock whore.

Got home from work this morning and checked grindr to see if one of my favorite neighbors that's only on grindr was on. He was. 10 Minutes later I'm sucking his beercan thick black cock, and when I bent over to take his cock he pushed hard into me and I wasn't quite ready. FUCKING HURT.........So GOOD! Didn't last long, a few minutes and I got a nice, big, creamy load pumped in my ass.

I was incredibly horny after work last Friday afternoon and decided to get a hotel room and see what happened. Unfortunately I live in an area where it is common to have to drive 30 minutes to get a load, which can be torture for a cum dump like me, so every once in a while I get a hotel room in a bigger city and take as many anonymous loads as possible. This past Friday I decided to get a cheap hotel room in a smaller city that was just 45 minutes away. Because my decision was last minute, and because I was exceptionally horny, I had the idea of trying my hand at setting up a makeshift glory hole in my hotel room. All I wanted was raw cock and cum, I didn't care to see the men behind the cock, so I grabbed an old blanket, some wall hooks, a jockstrap, and poppers and went to the hotel. Hanging the blanket across the doorway into the bathroom of my hotel room, I posted an advertisement on Craigslist advising I was a visitor taking raw loads through a glory hole in a hotel room. To get the address and room number all I asked for was a dick pic. It is now Sunday night. I'm resting back at home after having taken 43 loads in two nights from 40 different guys. My usual was to suck each man's dick until it was rock hard, and then I would turn around, present my ass, and take each cock raw. Everyone of the guys who stepped through my hotel room door went balls deep, and each shot his load into my ass, after which I sucked each cock clean, never wasting a drop of cum. The biggest cock I took was a huge nine by six incher which pounded me so hard he actually fucked so much cum from other guys out of my ass, so that by the time he shot his load the cum squirting out of my ass had formed a puddle of cum on the floor. This city is in a conservative area in which more than one man isn't comfortable with his sexuality. I'm guessing this is what made my glory hole so popular: it was in a private hotel room where there was no reception desk to observe the comings and goings of the guests and visitors, making the experience totally anonymous. It helped I was a visitor to the city, and I didn't ask for a face pic. My ass contained so much cum that, as I walked, a steady stream of drops of cum fell to the floor as I walked about. In addition, cum also soaked through my pants, leaving a wet stain on my seat. The experience left me feeling like a true cum dump. I should add I really like to fast for trips like this so I never have to clean out other than the initial cleaning. This weekend resulted in the single greatest number of cum loads I've taken in one weekend to date. was the most amount of loads I have taken in a weekend to date, and at 25, I have quite a bit of experience. In all honesty I'm shocked that it happened in that particular city, which leaves me a bit annoyed it never occurred to me to try it before now. In any event I guess there is always a ton of cum to be found if you figure out the best way to get it. "If you build it, they will cum." lol

Now and then I will get horny/bored enough to go into a gay chatroom on a crappy site that few guys know about/use, mostly fat slobs in their 60s to 80s bitching that they can't find true love because of their age, yet steadfastly refusing to chat with anyone over 25 years old who doesn’t have a porn-star body. The chat software hasn't been updated since like 2000, the chat crashes/boots people for no reason frequently (it's buggy as fuck) and the room has a pathetic max capacity; it's a global chatroom (not localized) so finding someone nearby is next to impossible. Aside from the usual trolls and time-wasters, you'll occasionally find someone fun to chat with, and sometimes I can't resist the urge to troll people who are being extra annoying or painfully stupid. Today I saw a young twinky white boy (20 according to his profile and pics) asking about "safe sex" and how much condoms reduce the risk of anal, how much riskier is it to bottom vs top, how risky is oral vs anal, etc; apparently he was too stupid to use Google or talk to his doctor, and had turned to random men in a shitty chatroom for advice on the subject. Things he said in open chat made it clear he had gone to school in one of those idiot southern towns that teaches jack shit about sex ed (and nothing about gay sex). My inner troll got a raging boner, and this is the chatlog that resulted. Maybe he was trolling me as much as I was trolling him; maybe he was for real. Chat handles and some of the chatlog changed for my privacy/legal protection. **Asterisks before and after indicates a note I added that was not part of the actual chat.** Will post updates if I hear from him again. Enjoy: [ME] hi, I can answer your questions regarding risk factors. [Naive Boy] Hi there. thanks! I appreciate it **At the start of the chat, I start off by saying things that are true, to gain his trust and to gauge what he knows** [ME] first, "safe" and "unsafe" are relative. No sex is 100% risk free. Even jacking a guy off carries a small degree of risk (if your skin is broken and his fluids get on it, for example). So if you can't handle any risk, you should NOT have sex [ME] That said, handjobs are pretty much 0% risk of STDs [Naive Boy] ok that makes sense! Shouldn’t be risky if your hand isn’t hurt **He seems to like me so far, so I decide to test him a bit by mixing truths with things of questionable veracity** [ME] Oral is almost zero risk if you are getting sucked or rimmed. If you are rimming or sucking another guy, the risk is still low but higher than if you are the one getting sucked/rimmed. [ME] The same is true of swallowing piss vs pissing in another guy’s mouth, or swapping spit **After a couple moments he has not replied to me. He has not tried to question or refute what I’m saying, so I figure he’s either seen through my bullshit already and is now ignoring me, or he’s buying it. If it’s the former I’ve already lost so I can’t make things worse, but I figure if it’s the latter, I should press my luck and move on to blatant lies with a few bits of truth thrown in to make the lies more believable, see how he reacts** [ME] condoms don't really protect you during anal whether you are a top or a bottom. While you can get a urinary tract infection as a top from anal sex, the risk of STDs from topping bareback is not really any higher than getting a blowjob [Naive Boy] ok yeah because basically for the top, the action is virtually the same as getting sucked: cock going inside of the guy’s body **He responded, so either he knows I’m full of shit and is trolling me, or he is buying what I’m saying. If he thinks I’m full of shit or is undecided, maybe I can get him back on board. I decide to increase my credibility in his eyes, because even if he’s buying it, the more he trusts me the bigger the lies he’ll swallow later** [ME] when a top gets an STD, it's usually because his cock got cut by a razor shaving too soon before sex, or a fingernail scraped him or a tooth scraped him before fucking. Break in the skin means a chance for transmission [Naive Boy] oh ok that's interesting about the issue with cuts, scratches, etc. I see what you're saying **Is he buying it or not? I can’t tell. I decide to push it, start piling up the lies, but try to state them in ways that still sound plausible** [ME] so normally a top is pretty damn safe, unless he's on drugs or drunk, because of reduced sensitivity he'll have rougher sex and not notice his cock rubbing a bottom's teeth, or dig his fingernail into his cock trying to get it inside the bottom's ass. If you're sober for sex as a top you can pretty much bareback all you want without any worry [ME] with me so far? [Naive Boy] ok see it's cool to actually get some help really understanding since so much information just says: use condoms, all risk is the same. but it doesn't make sense if you think about it logically, like you're explaining. can you help me understand some more about what you meant when you said that condoms don't really protect during anal anyway? **Okay, so I’m thinking the only gay-focused sex education he’s had, was condom-nazis yelling their “all sex is dangerous, use condoms for everything, even oral, or you’ll get AIDS and 50 other STDs the first time you have sex” drivel. Since he has already seen through a lot of their propaganda, maybe I can use that to my advantage. I need to give him basic info that is easily verifiable, meshes with what he’s been told by others, but once that’s done, I need to put things in a context that makes things seem to be the opposite of what the condom-nazis told him, so it reinforces his belief they were lying to him, which will also build his faith in me** [ME] ok let me see if I can word this in a way that makes sense without misleading/misinforming you on anything [ME] this might take a minute [Naive Boy] ok no problem! [ME] So condoms have different materials they can be made of, lambskin, rubber/latex, and different materials for people with latex allergies [Naive Boy] yeah I know that already lol [ME] different materials have different properties and each can break or wear down due to different things, like the lube being used, fingernail tear, etc [Naive Boy] ok [ME] for example, if you use a latex condom (and like 99% of the time guys use latex) with an oil based lube, the condom will slowly break down until it tears open [Naive Boy] oh see I had no idea about that **Seeing an opening, I go for it** [ME] so if a guy was jacking off with oil earlier, or put lotion on after his shower, then goes to fuck you, the leftover oil on his cock can wear down the condom, and during sex it would break inside you [ME] since most men leak out precum during sex, the result is even if the guy stopped and pulled his cock out of you before orgasm, you would still have some of his cum inside you by then [Naive Boy] is precum the liquid that kind of leaks out when you're hard? [ME] yes, it's mostly fluid from your balls without any sperm in it, but sperm CAN be present sometimes. However, it's not the sperm that carries STDs, it's the fluid [Naive Boy] oh ok I didn't realize. yeah most guys I've been with get leak like that **I figure making latex condoms seem weak to oil is good, but I need to hammer home how useless condoms are, but I want to make my arguments stand up somewhat to any Googling he might be doing. I figure shit-talking lambskin will work. If I make one type of condom seem useless, I can get him to start doubting the usefulness of all condoms** [ME] lambskin condoms are used to prevent pregnancy and some STDs, however they basically form a small net that catches the sperm [ME] since the holes in the net are meant to trap sperm, a lot of smaller stuff (like viruses, which are TINY compared to a sperm cell) slips through easily [Naive Boy] oh yeah ok I see what you mean so like even though the semen doesn't go through, the viruses or whatever do [ME] well again, sperm and seminal fluid are 2 separate things that together make up semen [ME] but yeah, the lamb skin condoms stop sperm but not much else [Naive Boy] wow ok see I had no idea about that [ME] latex and plastic condoms can easily degrade, they tend to get tiny holes/tears in them that let stuff through [ME] plus condoms tend to irritate your rectal lining, so if stuff DOES get inside you, you're more likely to get infected. your rectum is actually pretty good at protecting you from infection even if you take cum into your body. Think of it, you literally have shit in there all the time and the bacteria/viruses from that don't get into your bloodstream [Naive Boy] ok and i wonder if like maybe even the anus itself, because I guess it's probablyu kind of acidic (because of digesting stuff), automatically damages the condom, regardless of the material, and even if it doesn't break stuff could go through? [ME] well, if you douche before sex that's not a real issue [Naive Boy] ok got it! [ME] what happens is most people have some degree of latex allergy, and latex/plastic tends to rub/grip your rectum lining as the top fucks you, so it causes tiny tears in your asshole/rectum. put a glove on and rub it against your other hand, versus just rubbing your hands together, you'll see what I mean [Naive Boy] oh yeah I hadn't thought of that but that makes so much sense [ME] so the result using condoms is your rectum is irritated and has tiny tears in it, so if stuff does get past the condom (which happens more often than not), you are MUCH more at risk of it entering your bloodstream (which is how you actually get infected) [Naive Boy] oh wow so basically the condom itself really increases the possibility of infection [ME] if you are letting the top fuck you no condom, that doesn't happen. a HUGE cock can tear your asshole some if you aren't careful, but for most big dicks even if the fuck hurts you some, your asshole is stretching not tearing so it's not a worry **He didn’t respond for a minute and I worried I had overplayed my hand, so I carefully tried to gauge him** [ME] any questions or are you with me so far? [Naive Boy] yes so far so good. because without the condom, there isn't all that irritation as he fucks and most men are not that huge anyway and even if they are, like you said, the pain is from ass stretching and not tearing enough to be a worry [ME] Yes, plus a lot of men do stupid shit like use expired condoms or keep condoms in their pockets/wallet, and the body heat degrades the condom. so men think they are being safe but the condom does nothing or makes things worse [Naive Boy] yeah I always thought condoms are really way more fragile than people think. Expiration dates on condoms always worried me **Okay, so I seem to have him believing condoms are totally worthless. I decide to move on and test his gullibility. I quickly think up something totally raunchy** [ME] okay so got it so far? because the next part you are gonna think I am crazy but it's true. and yes condoms expire/degrade easily, they really don’t do much to protect you [Naive Boy] yes so far so good [ME] do you rim ass or take cock ass to mouth? [Naive Boy] yeah i've done that some, not a lot but yeah I've done it [ME] guys tend to freak out and want it spotlessly clean to do that, but you should do it a little dirty now and then. you'll get sick the first time or two, but then your body will build up immunity and it will protect you from that sort of stuff later. because guys will do stuff like scratch their ass then touch their cock, and then have you suck them. If you have no resistance built up you can get REALLY sick. But if you've rimmed guys a little dirty before or done dirty ass to mouth your body will normally be fine. For example, Hep A, you get it once and NEVER have to worry abaout it again [Naive Boy] whoa I had never thought about it like that before. like about the resistance part! Kind of crazy but it makes so much sense! like how people who get exposed to the flu might get a little sick but then they get resistance. or exposure to other germs and stuff [ME] sort of like a vaccine. this is gross/hard to believe I know but it's true lol, I know most guys don't discuss it during safe-sex talks so thought it should be mentioned. If you said "I don't rim" I would have skipped it [Naive Boy] ok no man I appreciate it because it really opens my eyes to hear this. the usual safe sex information seems so fake and not really authentic to the reality of what really happens between men [ME] I don't know if you have fuck buddies or a boyfriend or what, but you should find a guy who's into having you lick his dirty asshole, do it a couple times, get your resistance up. **Another pause. I figure he’s either been trolling me and I passed his limit, or he was believing me before but finally saw I was lying to him. I almost closed the chat but said fuck it, tried to see if I could get a response** [ME] I know it’s kind of nasty but I’m trying to help you. People usually don’t like talking about this but I figured you should know. It’s obviously up to you if you follow my advice or not ok? [Naive Boy] I know, and thinking it over, it’s gross but it sounds like I need to do it so I definitely will. I don't have a boyfriend but I play around with an older guy semi regularly. we've done some rimming and ass to mouth, once he fucked another boy’s ass and had me suck his cock after he took the condom off. Maybe he’d be into it again, but bareback. I’ll bring it up with him for sure **If he is serious, I don’t want his fuck buddy telling him I’m full of shit and ruining everything, so I try to steer him away from talking to others about it** [ME] you don't have to go into details of why you want it, most guys won't understand it even when it's explained. just ask him if you can try a bit of raunch play, ask him not to shower before you play, tell him you want to smell his balls and armpits unshowered. When you blow him, you should be able to smell if his asshole is dirty, if it is, suck him in different positions until you can start rimming him before he can object (if you can get a your tongue against his dirty butthole for a few seconds, it won’t matter if he makes you stop after, you’ll already have what you need on your tongue). Then you won't need an awkward discussion about wanting to lick his dirty ass, and if he freaks out you can say you didn’t realize his asshole was shitty [Naive Boy] ok good idea. other thing I could do is text him in the morning before he goes to the gym. he showers once a day at the gym. so I know that if we do it before he goes the gym, he won't have showered for a day. [ME] ok. sorry if a bit gross, but to be clear, you want to be licking him when he's taken a dump but hasn't showered since then [ME] a sweaty ass crack/butthole isn’t enough, you need to get some of his shit on your tongue [Naive Boy] ok he has to have taken a dump recently? if he took one the night before and didn't shower after, that's not enough? **I don’t want him over thinking this and deciding not to do it, so I move on** [ME] that should be fine. my point is you need him to be dirty and not just sweaty. that's all. ready for next topic? [Naive Boy] yes thanks! I am ready **I figure, if he’s for real and buying it all, I might as well aim for the stars. I take a moment and start in again, still mixing truth with lies in case he checks anything* [ME] so you get condoms don't really protect you, right? we clear on that? [Naive Boy] Yeah I don’t see a point in using them anymore. If anything, it sounds like using them makes things more risky for the bottom [ME] but if you get fucked bareback, you still need to protect yourself [ME] so best ways to protect yourself, first, ask guys before sex if they are [ME] negative [ME] if they say No, ask when their last test/screening was. If it was more than 3 months ago, find another guy [Naive Boy] ok so if neg and test was 3 months or less, that's fine [ME] HIV takes a while to build up in the body. If a guy was tested six months ago, had sex and got infected 5 months ago, he will at the peak viral load and high risk of infecting you. and if a guy doesn’t get tested regularly, he's not being cautious and you shouldn't have sex. While if a guy got tested 3 months ago, got infected the night after he was tested, you can take his cum up your ass and the viral load will be minimal, though still have some risk [ME] make sense? [Naive Boy] yeah that makes sense, I guess **I don’t like the “I guess” part, but decide to press on with an all-or-nothing bid to try to get him pozzed** [ME] ok, so like the dirty rimjob stuff, this will sound crazy but it's true [Naive Boy] ok [ME] the best men to have fuck you bareback, are guys who tell you they are poz, especially poz undetectable. A neg top (like I said earlier) can get infected, not know it, and have an extremely high viral load (the number of HIV viruses in a drop of blood, more virus per drop means more chance of infecting you). A poz guy will be on medication to reduce his viral load, most guys on meds will be undetectable, meaning their is little or no active virus in their body, so they literally CANNOT infect you [Naive Boy] so it's about the quantity of the virus in the blood then and a guy who is poz and on meds, has a very little. so safer than a guy who isn't sure because he could have a high level. and the poz guy if you can’t detect it at all, then no way to infect, good to know! [ME] plus, poz men have to get tested regularly as part of treatment, so they know and get treated quickly if they catch another STD. neg guys will often get an HIV test once a year and nothing else, so they might get say the clap, and not know till they get sores on their cock much later, by which time they gave it to a dozen boys [Naive Boy] wow yeah that makes sense! because he's getting tested and treated for stuff [ME] funny huh? if I started chat saying "safest sex is letting poz guys cum in your ass bareback, and licking dirty assholes" you probably wouldn't have reacted well huh? lol, but now you get it, right? [Naive Boy] YEAH! Now i get it totally get it. I used to be really kind of like militant about condoms but was always curious about bareback. but talking to you has really changed my mind honestly. Licking a shitty butthole still grosses me out, but I guess I need to do until I get sick so I don’t get even sicker later [ME] last bit of advice, don't ask for advice from people like you did in chat, I know a lot but most guys are idiots, they'll tell you to stick to condoms and neg-only for your tops. You are honestly better off getting fucked bareback by men who you know are poz. Plus the sex will be way hotter I promise. You gonna seek out poz guys to bareback you from now on? just curious [Naive Boy] well see here's the thing, I'm kind of nervous to use condoms now because I realize that if I do, when I bottom, it will put me at a higher risk instead of protecting me. and if the guy says he's neg, still he might not know for sure so that's bad. but if he's poz that means he's on treament. and even if he's not undetectable, there will be less risk, especially if it's bareback because then no risk of the condom doing damage to my insides and then breaking inside me anyway. Am I getting it right? That’s how I feel now anyway **He seems to be buying it. I give it a last push** [ME] like I said, the safest sex is to have guys you know are poz fuck you bareback, and it’s perfectly fine to let them cum in you. Plus if a guy is honest in telling you he is poz that means you can trust him to be honest about other STDs. Plus, like we’ve talked about, exposure gives you resistance. So if you let medicated poz men cum in your ass, you’ll build up resistance, so you can let anyone fuck you without worrying about HIV because you’ll basically be immune. You just need to find lots of poz men to fuck your ass bareback to get to that point. Make sense? If you have questions feel free to ask [Naive Boy] it’s weird, but you made this all make sense to me [Naive Boy] thanks so much man! [ME] so you good now? gonna start letting poz guys fuck you bareback? [Naive Boy] yes! because I want to have good sex but I really want to stay safe too [ME] cool. glad I could help you. [Naive Boy] thanks for your time! [ME] hey, one last thing, if you don't mind? [Naive Boy] no problem sure [ME] this is for my own pervert desire, but could you email me on here and tell me about how things go, when you give your buddy your first dirty rimjob? And if you get poz cock in your ass and feel like telling me, I love hearing about other guys' sex lives, especially guys new to bareback sex [Naive Boy] I sure will. I feel so much more confident about barebacking now [ME] you really are much safer getting fucked bareback by a dozen guys who are open about being poz, than having 2 or 3 "neg" guys fuck you with condoms on. So I hope you will feel free/confident enough to go out and take a lot of poz cocks and cum [Naive Boy] yes I will! [Naive Boy] thanks again man! ttyl -- user left or got disconnected --

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.

10 years ago So much of this story causes me personal shame. It's embarrassing. I'm currently 47 years old, but I still felt like a kid ten years ago. I was 37 and fighting some demons from childhood. I was raised in a very strict, religious household and remember rules and discipline as a way of life. I rebelled like we all do at some point. Unfortunately, I never grew out of that stage. I got stoned right before my high school graduation...and pretty much every day after that for the next three years. College was pretty much a breeze, but in my senior year, I woke up a little and shed some anger in order to get my degree. The problem is that I never got over my hate of doing stuff I didn't want to do. Sure, I got up early every morning and worked at a job -- but I never got a regular checkup with a doctor, and I never ever went to the dentist. I'd had a wisdom tooth removed when I was in my 20's. It was such a bad experience that they only did the one even though I had three more that needed taken out. I swore I'd never go back. And I didn't for over ten years. Well, you can guess what happened ... I eventually developed some major issues in my mouth. I paid for my neglect with horrible tooth pain. No amount of Advil would help. I once took shots directly from a bottle of rum to kill the pain. I woke up sick and spit blood into the bathroom sink. Not good. It was time to grow up a little and make a dental appointment. I nosed around on the computer to find dentists in my area. I came across Dr. Manning, who not only was near me, but took my insurance. He also practiced "sedation dentistry" which I'd never heard of. If you don't know it already, you can now go to a dentist and be drugged up for hours while they fix everything wrong with your death and you're not even aware of it. Sounded good to me. His picture was on the website. He was a handsome, mid-50's guy with a salt and pepper mustache. I called and made an appointment. The phone lady was very nice...and had that so soothing 'nurse voice'. I told her about my pain and she was very sympathetic, but said I'd need to come in for x-rays and consultation before any work could be done. Fine. I lived through a few more unbearable nights before the appointment. I was tense as hell and even the dental assistant noticed. She left the room for a few minutes and came back with a valium. "Dr. Manning is running late. Take this and relax a little while. I'd never had any tranquilizer before, but quickly understood why people got addicted to them. Damn.,I felt perfect and in love with the world. I dreamed for a bit. I think. A hand touched my shoulder....Dr. Manning. The lady assistant was there too. "You less nervous now? Poor kid. Linda, take his blood pressure." Then I was sorta awake as the cuff went on my arm. It had to be low now, but it wasn't....170/50. "Start him on the gas and I'll go adjust Carmen's braces." He put a hand on my chest and said "I can't do anything until you calm down. " It's impossible to 'try to relax', but as soon as I started breathing the air coming from that mask -- it felt like a piece of paper floating in the wind. There should be a better way to describe it, but that's all I could think of at the time. It had no odor that I could perceive. I could hear the dentist and his assistant talking and asking me to open wide and telling me to relax. They scraped and inspected, and I thought it was great. Fun. After they stopped the gas, I was out of my happy trance in seconds. "Well, Vince...we've got some work to do." I needed the other wisdom teeth removed, three fillings, a crown and a thorough cleaning. I was so embarrassed. "We can do almost all of it in two appointments, but you need to get the blood pressure normalized. I have a friend, an internist over at Saint Luke's who will get you in soon. Follow his instructions and then come back. I'm writing you a scrip for some strong pain pills. Don't take more than three in a 24 hour time period. We'll call you in a few weeks to see how things are going. Sheila at the front desk will be ready for you whenever you've awake enough to get up. "I just need half a minute." Dr. Manning sent his assistant to retrieve that internist's number from his office, leaving me and the doc alone. "You are way too tense. Bill can help with that too. Why are you so nervous?" "I just always feel like a tight coil inside." "Is that why you party?" "Huh?" "I could smell a little booze and pot in the air you breathed out. People always think they can brush or use mouthwash and we won't know. We always know." "You married, Dr. Manning?" I had no idea why I asked that. "I was once. Years ago. What about you?" "Nah. I am too independent to be in a union of any kind." "Yeah. That's pretty much where I'm at now. If you still feel loopy, I can give you a ride home. Sometimes the gas affects people that way." I should have taken him up on the offer, but I declined. "I'm okay now. Thanks, though." "Here..take a few of these until you get the scrip filled." He took my hand, opened it and dropped a few pink tablets into my palm. "Don't say anything. This is just between us." "Gotcha. So I call back here in a few weeks?" "Or we'll call you...or at least I will." Three weeks later, I was feeling okay. His friend had put me on some blood pressure pills and an anxiety med. Xanax became my new best friend. It was like the valium but more so. The pain pills really worked well. I checked my blood pressure every other day at Walgreen's. It was normal...almost nearly normal. I was in bed, enjoying the pills and thinking I'd call the dentist office tomorrow from work. As soon as I formed that thought, my phone rang. Oh fuck it...It was late and I was on a cloud. It stopped ringing but then started again thirty seconds later. "Hello?" "Did I wake you?" "What? Not really. Who is this?" "It's Mark. Mark Manning -- your dentist." "Oh Hi. I was going to call your office tomorrow. My blood pressure is way lower now." "Excellent! We can fix your teeth now. Schedule an appointment tomorrow morning. I assume you want to be konked out for the first round." "Oh yeah. Do I get extra gas or something?" "That...and we give you heavy-duty pills. Your insurance won't cover the gas or the meds, so it'll set you back several hundred bucks." "Mark?" "Yes?" His voice was deep and sultry. "What time is it?" "Not so late. I just wanted to check on you. I assumed you were doing well...checking your blood pressure at that pharmacy multiple times." What? How did he know? "Yeah. I don't feel as coiled now, but I sleep more than I ever did." "Good! Sleep is healing. It'll help you keep looking so young." I smiled in the darkness, and my dick shifted in my boxers. "I need to sleep now, Doc. I'll call the office in the morning." "You better...I'll keep checking. Good night, kid." Damn. He was one attentive dentist. Was his business doing bad and he needed to get more patients? No. I somehow knew what was going on. The Xanax was dragging me down into sleep. I remember in my early weed-smoking days, that I used to imagine that our reality as very layered. I'd lie in bed and go deeper through the levels. I was going way deep under the waking reality, thinking of this Dr. Manning. I called from work the next day and spoke to that pleasant front desk woman. "We've been expecting you call, Vince. Do you have a pen and paper near you? There are instructions to follow.Ready?" "Yeah." "OK. You first need to come get the sedation pills here at the office. They'll be here this afternoon. Can you come by before 6?" "I'll be there." "Good. Now, you can't drive here yourself for the appointment. Do you know someone who can bring you? We have a deal with a taxi service. Dr. Manning said he'd even drive you here himself." My friend and neighbor, Ernie was a retired man and never did anything but fuss around his garden. It was almost Winter now, so he stayed on the couch and watched "Law and Order". For hours. He was a buddy and always bringing me tomatoes and radishes. "I have somebody to drive me." "Okay. If I'm not there when you get the pills today. Just take them as directed. Do you have an Ipod or something like that? Some patients like to hear music." "Yes. I have one." "Wear loose clothing -- like sweats or something. You have to probably take two days off of work. Are you able to do that?" "Yes." I had so much vacation saved up because I never went anywhere. Or did anything. "Good enough. See you this afternoon...or Jemma will. My day is in flux because my daughter is sick." "Sorry. Hope she feels better soon." "Thanks. Have a good day." I had meetings all morning. My phone was blinking with multiple messages. You can guess who they were from. Dr. Manning himself. I knew his voice so well. "Glad you called. How's work?" beep "What time are you coming in today? I'll try to be there to say 'hi'" beep "Are you ever in your office?" beep It occurred to me that this guy was not very professional. Did I mind? Fuck no. I think he and I had something. But what? He was older and divorced and my dentist. I decided I'd go along for the ride. I picked up the little plastic package of 400 dollar pills. Mark wasn't there. The front desk lady told me he wanted to schedule me for Saturday morning. That was fine because Old Ernie got up at the crack of dawn to rake or fill his bird feeders every Saturday. The Friday evening before my appointment, Ernie called to tell me that his daughter had been in a car accident. She'd be okay, but would have to spend the next few days in the hospital. She was about 200 miles from us, and he needed to leave tonight to visit her. I ran through a list of names of people I could call to get up early on a Saturday and take me to the dentist. I hated annoying people. I'd call and schedule a taxi, but needed to find a number. Shit. People had tougher lives than me and coped somehow. I only had a short time to figure out a plan. As I started my usual period of panic, the phone rang. "Hello?" "Nervous? You need to take that yellow pill pretty soon so you can get some sleep. It's the smallest one." "Mark?" "Yeah. Sorry. I was worried about you. It will be totally fine and easy tomorrow. Take the pill now...while we're talking. You need to be rested." "Now?" "Yep. I went by your house after work today and saw your neighbor guy put suitcases in his car. Is all that all for you?" "No. His daughter was in a wreck and he had to travel. What's the name of the taxi service you office uses?" "Don't bother.U'll pick you up at 8:30. You need to take the biggest pill an hour ahead of time. So get up at 7:15 and take it. It's supposed to be cold. Wear sweats if you have them." "Thanks, Doc." "My pleasure. You took the night pill, right?" "Just now." "OK. Good. Get ready for bed...you'll be crashing soon. Are you on a cell? Can we talk while you're in bed?" "Sure. Can you hold while I get undressed and settled in?" I put the phone down and left my clothes on the floor. I went about my usual nighttime routine. I turned on the TV and muted it. I kept it on a jewelry shopping network as I fell asleep. Something about those glittering gemstones was hypnotic. I got under the covers. "Mark? You there?" "Yeah. Just listening to you. Your breathing is getting heavy -- which means you'll be sleeping soon. How do you feel?" "Wonderful. Like...just...wonderful." "That's my boy!" "How. Why? I mean..do you do this for all your patients?" "Not really, but you're a friend of mine...I make exceptions for good friends." "Oh. OK." We were friends all the sudden? GOOD friends? I guess it was true if he was saying it. "Kiddo? Are you sleeping?? What do you wear when you sleep?" "Huh? Just underwear. Why?" "Describe them a little. What color? What style?" "Yup." I felt like I was dreaming. "OK. I'll call you early to make sure you're up." "Absolutely." And then I slipped away. Dreams were waiting. I slept so well and only woke up when the phone rang. They'd call back when I got done exploring heaven. "WAKE UP!" "No! Stop! I ..." Dr. Manning was there in my bedroom, standing over me. How the fuck did he get in here?? "You need to wake up a little. We're running late, Vince. Damn! I should have factored in your pain pills and Xanax. This is my fault. Take this now and I'll give you the last one when we get there. Might as well take it with a beer. Coffee will only make you tense." It was weird to taste beer while I was still half-asleep, but whatever. He helped get me dressed -- which I'd have found really awkward if I would have been fully awake. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and put on a ball cap. "I'm ready." "Here's your coat...it's super cold this morning." His fancy sports car looked out of place in my crummy driveway. The air smelled like snow. "Nice car, Matt." The seat was so comfortable. He chuckled. "It's 'Mark', buddy. You want some music?" "Oh shit! I forgot my ipod." "I've got a portable CD player in the office. We really don't have time to go back now." "And my wallet. I forgot that too." "No problem. We'll send you a bill. Just don't worry anymore. You are the most person I've ever met. Now, do you want music or not?" "Yeah. Christmas music." I must have been feeling the effects because I normally hated holiday songs. This town had at least two radio stations that played only carols this time of year. Mark found one of them and festive tunes washed over us. His audio system was amazing. Maybe I nodded off a little. I just felt so, so perfect. "OK. We're not all that late. Lois is already here though." Who was talking? Oh. I woke up a little. I thought I'd forgotten my coat too, but I was wearing it. Mark helped me walk to the office building like I was feeble or something. My memory gets a little spotty from there. "So...what now?" I was in the warm waiting room, and no one else seemed to be around. "Take this. It'll be a short wait. I guess I should say "good bye" now because you won't remember much for the next five or six hours." "OK, Mom." He laughed and then left me alone. I could have dozed off right then, but I fought it. Why would I want to sleep through this perfect feeling? I made myself be aware for as I could. It's like when you reach that perfect buzz while drinking...remember what you can because you'll ultimately be sick. I was reclined in the dentist chair and Lois had the little CD player ready for me. "What kind of music do you like?" "Alternative." She stared blankly. I was unable to explain that any further. She was probably a Garth Brooks fan. A minute later she came back with an Oasis CD. "That's perfect," I said even though I'd always been lukewarm on that band. They had a few hits. So much for trying to remember everything...it was mostly a blank from then on. I remember that the music was better than any music I'd ever heard. And then...a huge blank. While I was out, three wisdom teeth were removed and a crown out in. I felt none of it. I do remember that I needed to pee really bad...and I had a stomach cramp. At some point. I was sitting on a toilet. As much as I needed to pee, I needed to poop more. My ass was sore. It was like a raw sunburn feeling. I guess all the meds were having a side effect. The process took forever. I might have been in there too long because the door opened. "You OK?" It was Mark. I pulled my shirt down a little to cover my stuff. "Yeah. Just slow." "OK. I'll be right outside if you need something." Then there was a bunch of blank space. It was sometime in the evening when I slowly came out of the haze. I was in bed. I never knew my mattress was this comfortable. I might have snoozed another hour before I returned to the world. I thought it was weird that my jaws and my mouth didn't hurt at all. My ass was still sore though. It took a confusing few seconds before I realized I was not in my own bedroom. It was a nice, spacious bedroom with fancy decor. Huh? I was suddenly sure of where I was...Dr. Manning's house. Probably. I didn't trust my brain too much right then. There were dried blood droplets in my underwear...and then I knew. I knew he'd fucked me at some point. I was no virgin. I'd been fucked by my first boyfriend/mentor. He'd been a safe sex fanatic and we used condoms always. After the first time, my ass felt a lot like it did now. The pieces were starting to come together, and I somehow didn't mind too much. Mark had taken advantage of my coma-like state and gotten his rocks off. With a condom? I doubted it. I decided to compose myself and get dressed. My folded sweats and shoes were all placed nicely in the bedroom. I was ready to see what other weird shit the day (or night) had in store. I took a breath and walked out the door. I could hear a TV and followed the sound. There was Mark, wearing only a pajama bottoms. His bare feet were propped up on top of a coffee table that probably cost as much as my car. His bare torso was covered with fur and he was smoking a joint. "Hey! Have a good nap?" "Yeah. Are we...why did you bring me here?" "I just wanted to make sure you had someone near to take care of you. How are you feeling?" "Not bad. Good, actually." I was holding my cards close to my vest. It would do me no good to start accusing him of rape. Not yet. "Well, the worst is over. Don't touch your gums. I'd offer you a hit, but you need to not suck anything for a day. The suction might open the wounds in your mouth. Wanna shotgun?" "What's that?" I knew what it was. My God, his body was so sexy. "Come sit. I'll take a hit and blow it directly into your mouth." So we did that a few times. His warm lips on mine felt so nice...and familiar somehow. He kept urging me to take more and more "shotguns". Eventually we were just kissing with no smoke involved. OK, this was happening. I was overwhelmed with a bunch of thoughts fighting each other. He pulled away and stood up. "You hungry? I made made some mashed potatoes with green onions and cream. It won't hurt your mouth to eat it." "Cool. Thanks, Mark." "I'd bring you a beer, but you can't have anything carbonated for another twelve hours. Want some wine?" "Sure. I'll have some if you do." He wasn't the only one with devious plans in his head. "Already started without you. It's almost 9 at night, Vince." "Wow." No way. I'd lost most of my Saturday. He brought me an overfull glass of red wine. "Do you remember anything that happened?" I chose my words. "I think I sort of remember Lois taking me to the bathroom." "Nope. That was me. I sent Lois home as soon as you were prepped. It was just us for three hours. I only open the office on weekends for long procedures...like yours." He put down a plate of the promised mashed potatoes. It was not bad, but my stomach fought it. I could not eat any more without gagging, so I just sipped the wine. It was probably really expensive, but I had no knowledge of wines. It was just fruity booze to me. There was a college football game on his super TV. I gave no shits about NCAA football because my college team was always awful. "Can we watch something else, Mark?" I wondered if he'd put on some gay porn. But no. He found the old version of "Little Women" on a classic movie channel. It was the black and white one with that famous actress as a younger gal. Hepburn? "They always show this around the holidays. Like this?" "Yeah. I loved the novel as a kid. I got fun of for walking around with a 'girl's book'. Can we do some more shotgunning?" "I was just about to ask you that!" He brought out a very nice bong and fired it up. "We need to go slow, Babe. This medical grade." He took a major hit and exhaled directly into my mouth. His lips...my God...I wanted to kiss him forever. "Okay. Let that sink in for a bit and watch the story." Oh fuck the March sisters -- just keep kissing me, Dr. Rapist! I nodded and finished the wine that he kept refilling. I was so wasted suddenly. We dropped all pretext and just started kissing like lovers. I let my hand rest on his crotch which was growing. I could have just laid my cards on the table...I could have just confessed that I knew what he'd done to me today. He was an enthusiastic kisser and I was rock hard in my sweats. "One more hour and then you need to rest...you've had a big day." "I don't feel sleepy at all. Well, a little bit maybe." "Yeah, but your mouth will start hurting soon. It'll wake you up in the middle of the night. Let me give you a few pills to prevent that." He got up with an obvious boner and left the room. Damn. It's like he wanted me drugged all the time. No discussion about the kissing or my hand on his dick. I'd play along...it was Saturday night after all. I think it was. I took the tablets he handed me. I couldn't help but notice how clean and well-groomed his fingers were. One of the Little Women was sick and dying. I used to know all their names. "Were those sleeping pills or pain pills?" "Both." Damn. He was going to continue this ruse with a guy who was smart enough to figure things out. Or maybe he knew that I knew. That would another level to this game we seemed to be playing. We shotgunned and drank more as I got drowsier and more into that next world he wanted me in. Right about the time I was going to ask Mark a question, I slipped away. Blackness and mist. The only thing I remember is being in that excellent bed again. I also kind of remember being naked and feeling my neck kissed, but that might have been a dream. The morning crept around his thick, luxurious drapes...and I was alone again. My butt ached again, but not as bad. It was also a little damp. He'd done it again! If only he knew how much I'd have been willing to fuck with no impairment. "Breakfast!," He called from behind the door. "Take a quick shower. I washed your sweats and left you a clean towel." I cleansed and fixed my hair up a little. He left me the washed sweats but no underwear or socks. I was a little hungover. OK...I was his plaything, but he didn't seem to realize that I was willing. No drugs needed. I would have to say something...soon. I had to work tomorrow and, while this had been adventure, it was a little tiresome to appear stupid. I guess my shoes were still by the couch, so I just went into the kitchen barefoot. He was fussing around with the stove. "Good morning." "Hello! How's the mouth?" "No pain. You're good at your job, Mark." Boy was he ever. "Aw. Thanks. Always nice to hear that. I made French toast. It's probably not going to hurt your gums now." We sat at his kitchen table and ate. My mom never made French toast, and so this was new to me. Sweeter food than I liked in the mornings, but....but Mark made it for me. I was becoming infatuated with him and his devious ways. "I'm not wearing underwear... feels odd." "I'm not either. All that is in the drier. I have a housekeeper who comes in three times a week. She's coming tomorrow morning. I'll let Rosa clean all this up." "I can't believe the whole weekend is over. They close down my office building from Christmas Eve until after New Year's. That's coming up and I can't wait." He smiled and started lighting the bong again. Dang. For a doctor, he smoked a lot of weed. "What do you do for Christmas, Vince?" "Usually go visit my parents, but I don't know if I can handle it this year. They are decent people, but so religious and nagging. My dad and I tend to argue." "Same here. Did I tell you I was raised a Mormon?" "No way." He'd lost his place in Mormon heaven a long time ago. "Yeah. I just hang out with friends on Christmas...good friends like you." Whoa. It was time to say something. Apparently this man equated drugged rape with friendship. "Mark...I need to tell you something." He leaned over and exhaled a giant weed cloud into my mouth. I kepi my mouth where it was and we passionately kissed for a full minute. "What?" "Nothing...I ...I just think I'm falling for you." I'd chickened out. "About time. I was waiting to hear that. I should tell you a few things first." Here it comes. "I've loved you from the minute you walked into my office...and I got carried away. I followed you and googled you. I know so much." "Is that it? What about admitting you raped me twice while I was drugged?" Silence hung thick in the air. He shifted and looked at the ceiling. "Three times. I fucked you three times in the past 24 hours. Are you mad?" "Let's just say I figured it out. But, why? I would have said 'yes' with no drugs involved." "It's my thing. I love fucking passed-out men. Maybe it's a self-esteem thing, but I am too awkward when the other guy is fully awake." "But you are gorgeous. You don't need to drug people. I really want to have sex with you and remember it...see things, feel things." "I know. I want to do that too...but it might take some time, okay?" My boner was completely gone. His fetish was helpless, unconscious guys. That was not a good thing any way you looked at it. "Did you at least put a condom on?" Silence. "No. That's my other thing...I like to go in bare, make my seed count. I most likely don't have anything if that's what you're worried about." "OK. I should probably go home now. I don't even know if I'm mad or not, and I need some time alone right now." He nodded and went to retrieve the rest of my clothes from the dryer. I just held the socks and underwear and stood by the front door. "Let me get some shoes and a coat. I'll be right back. The garage door is at the far left end of the kitchen." I went there and kept my expression neutral. I wanted to keep guessing what I was thinking. I could report Mark and get him arrested, but that wasn't anything I wanted to do. I could just get another dentist, but I liked him still. Still. Even after everything. Didn't we all have a weird desire or two? He was so handsome and so smart...friendly. I'd figure it out somehow. I've learned over time that the brain is more trustworthy than the heart. He drove me home. I was amazed at how such a nice neighborhood could be so close to my plain one. He had the Christmas music station on again, and it was playing probably my favorite song with my favorite verse: "...from now on, your troubles will be out of sight." "I know this probably isn't a good time, but you still need to get a few fillings. If we do it now, you can avoid getting more crowns. Just saying. If you want to go to a different dentist, I can refer you to somebody. A woman if you want." "No. It's okay. Later this week, maybe." "This week would be best. Will you call me?" "I will." We got to my place and barely said good-bye. I just needed to be in a safe place with the door locked and the blinds drawn. Ernie was still gone. The inside of my house seemed foreign, and I wished I had a dog. Or a cat. I never realized how lonely my life was. Oh well. I needed a good friend to call, but it was a weird afternoon hour on a Sunday. Everybody would be deep into football and drinking and chicken wings and talking. No thanks. I just took an extra long shower and dressed like I was ready for bed. I turned on the TV, but was careful to avoid seeing that creepy "60 Minutes" clock ticking away. I found "Scrooged" on a lame channel and watched that. It was such a mean-spirited movie, but the ending was supremely uplifting. Time for a pill. Dr. Manning had given me so many extra tranquilizers that I could afford to splurge a little now. I settled on the couch and imagined I had a big, furry cat on my lap. Of course I dozed and barely remember watching the movie. What WAS that actress's name? I used to know it. It was almost 10 PM when the phone rang. I knew who it would be. "Hello?" "Hi, Vince. How are you?" "I was just relaxing for a bit. Let me grab a diet coke...hold on. OK. What's up, Mark?" "I made some calls...I don't want to tell you too much now, but it would be good if we could do your fillings on Wednesday. And then take the rest of the day off. Maybe Thursday too. No...definitely. Can you take two days off?" "Oh sure. I've got a crazy amount of vacation time saved up." "Perfect. I've got you scheduled for 10 AM on the 14th. You don't need any pills for this. I'll give you a valium when you arrive, and have the gas and Oasis ready!" I was smiling. "Sounds great." "I won't keep you, but what's in your head right now?" "Not much right now. I do know that I want to see you again. Just please understand that I want to be with you when I'm awake." "I know. I understand. We will as soon as your appointment is over. OK?" "Great." "Get some sleep...and don't forget to tell your boss you are taking two days off. I'll remind you." I slept so soundly that night -- even though it felt like I had already slept forever. I was pretty much useless at work the next day. Between my brain fog and conflicting thoughts about this new man I loved, it was all I could do to remember to eat lunch. Tuesday was only slightly better. The night before the appointment, I took a pill and dozed off on the couch while some old movie with fake snow played. The phone rang a few times, but I knew it was Mark. Him. My man. Was it love? Maybe. I came to the dental office early. It was nice to see the waiting room full of people. I picked up a random magazine and perused it like I was interested in the material. They needed a TV here. Lois came out... "Vince? You're next. Follow me, please." I could swear she had a slight smirk on her face.I settled into that great chair and waited while she came back with a pill and the CD player. "Take this now...the doctor will be in soon." She fussed around with the tank of happy gas and then left. Lois must know what's what. Whatever...I'd just enjoy the pill and close my eyes. None of that was my problem anymore. Half dreams in shades of blue and gray. Then the mask was over my nose and the headphones were on my ears. "Ready? Just breathe for a few minutes. Oasis is waiting for you." Mark. And Lois, of course. She was right there. One of them hit the play button and cranked the volume way up. I happily opened my mouth and was ready for this. I knew he was shooting some of that numbing stuff into my gums, but it felt fine. No complaints. There was a line in one of the songs playing I'd heard before: "Slip inside the eye of your mind, Don't you know that you might find a better place to play" Nice. I'd meditate on that wisdom for a little while. I'd probably retire in twenty years or so. I would just plan on listening to music while breathing in this gas. Maybe I'd even get a dentist's chair. And live somewhere it never got cold....and have a cat. A big tabby tom. I would be fine. I stayed in that blissful place until the mask was taken off of me and the music was rudely removed from my ears. It was over. Damn. Who the hell even knew what time it was? "OK, buddy. Wake up a little and we're good to go. Lois, go get him a bottle of water, please." He stood right next to me as I opened my eyes. "Look real quick." He pulled his cock out the dress slacks he was wearing and flashed me a quick few seconds. He'd adjusted himself by the time she came back with my water. Cool. I was okay with everything. "Vince? Can you get up? We're done." "It's fine. I can just drive on top of traffic going home. Nobody else will think of it." "Uh oh. Looks like I need to drive you home. Luckily, I'm off the rest of the day.And tomorrow. I'm leaving town. Lois, I'll be in on Friday. Make sure you give Jemma that folder." We were walking out to the parking lot. "You're leaving town?" "Only metaphorically. I'm going to take you to a party now." Oh god. I was afraid he was going to take me to some bar where everybody would be drinking and talking. I didn't want that. There was his beautiful car that he helped me inside of. As I settled into the luxurious seat, it occurred to me that I had been given something stronger than just a valium. We were driving. The trees were bare. "Mark? That wasn't a regular valium you gave me, was it??" "No. But you were awake the whole time. I'm taking steps, Vince. I'm trying." "Lois knows about you?" "Shit. You are too smart, kid. She's the sister of Bill -- your doctor. He's partying with us tonight. You like him, right?" "Yeah. He seems too straight-laced to party. He's like a doctor from a Norman Rockwell painting." Mark chuckled. "This will be fun. We're both going to get what we want." We pulled into his garage and I was strangely more awake than I had been in the last ten minutes. My god - everything was so clean and organized. His life was so neat and tidy. I could hear loud music already. I was almost sure it was New Order. I had that CD. I figured it would be a bunch of people, but no. It was just Bill in his boxer shorts. He was so pale and skinny and hairless. "Hey! How's our patient?" "A little sleepy -- I'm gonna get him some coffee." "No. I'll take a beer though. Hi Doc. My blood pressure is normal now." I looked him over. He was around Mark's age and usually wore glasses. He had red hair which I'd never found attractive until just now. "Good. But you never call. Check the appointment card I gave you last time -- I wrote my home number on the back." Huh? I never even checked the back. I just wrote the date down on my calendar and threw the card away. "Sorry. I didn't know that. You have my number, though." "Definitely." Mark came back with a bottle of beer that was probably expensive. Everything about him was top shelf. "Damn, Bill. You made yourself right at home, didn't you? We're going to ease Vince into this." Ease me into what? That's when I saw the syringe on the coffee table. Fucking hell. "What's in that needle?" They were both silent. "I thought you said he'd be ready to party, Mark." "It's okay, kid. You have two doctors here. Nothing bad will happen." Dr. Bill shook his head slightly. "That wasn't what I asked." I wasn't about to shoot up drugs... "It's like a fun version of vitamin B-12." Bill had an obvious hard-on under his boxers. He was playful and devious. "Take your clothes off." I looked to Mark with questions in my eyes. "I won't let anything bad happen to you, Vince. You believe me don't you?" I mostly did. I just stripped down to my underwear and waited. "Let me change the music to something a little more mellow." Bill went and adjusted the stereo. "He is like my brother and I love him, but he's a little flaky. I'll protect you." I finished the beer and relaxed on the couch. Carol King was singing about clouds in her coffee. What the hell did that mean? "Get him one more beer...I don't want him all nervous for this." "Want another one, Vince? I picked up some diet coke if you'd rather have that...I can mix some Wild Turkey in it." "Sure. Yeah." Bill was sitting next to me, really close. It's funny the weird twists and turns your life can take if you don't pay attention. My doctor and I talked about the music. He loved the 70's tunes which I did not. To me, it was rewarmed 60's until disco showed up. "Turn it down a little, ass. This is not the club." Mark gave me the coke mixed with a generous amount of whatever kind of liquor Wild Turkey was. It killed the carbonation, but I wasn't about to complain. He changed the CD and Madonna started her beautiful, slutty singing. OK. Much better. "Don't be a mom, Mark. He's an adult. Let's start this party! Who's first?" Bill was radiating a hunger. "You. You're eager and I need you to shut up a little." Mark put his hairy arm around me. I don't remember him getting stripped down to his jockey shorts. "Bitch." Bill thumped his inner arm and plunged the syringe into a vein. "See? It's easy. Doesn't even hurt." He was done. I watched his face. He looked happy and relaxed. He didn't pass out or go crazy. "Vince is next. Doctor's orders." OK. He fussed around in his duffel bag and rejoined the 'party'. It felt like Mark was holding me even closer. "It's seriously going to be fine. You'll feel much better soon." Bill sat next to me gently pulled my right arm straight out in front of me. "I am so good at finding veins. Back in college, I could practically find them with my eyes closed." And then the needle pierced my skin with almost no pain. I felt more pressure as he plunged the drug into me. I didn't even ask if it was a new needle or the same one Bill had used. I also never asked what exactly I was taking. Too late now. "How soon do I feel it?" "By the time Mark is dosed, you'll be doing real fine." "But what IS it?" "My own private mix. A little of this, a little of that. Nothing too heavy-duty." I must have missed seeing Mark shoot up because he passed and empty syringe to Bill. So we were all on drugs now. I waited. It wasn't long before I started to cough. It didn't last long, but my heart was racing. Speed? It might have been, but was like a record played at a lower speed. Bill and Mark were both fully naked now and stroking their boners. I was naked too. "Who took off my underwear?" "You did," they answered in unison. I also had an erection. Mark's cock was longer, but Bill's was fatter...the both looked beautiful and I wanted to suck them both at once. And then a dick was in my lips. The grunting voice was Bill's. "Shit! You trained him good, Mark. He's a pro. I'm gonna cum! I should have fucked you first, Vince...but...but I AHH!" A thick lotion-like fluid flooded my mouth and dripped down my throat. None of this was enough...I wanted him to shoot again. "Wow! I've been needing a blow-job like that for months." Mark impatiently prodded his naked meat into the back of my neck. I turned around and gratefully took his shaft all the way. I might have gagged a little, but there was no way I'd let that stop me. I let my fingers wander up and down his furry ass as it thrust. I was born to do this very thing. "Stop. I need to pee really bad. We can continue in a little bit. You probably need something to drink. Want another special coke? I'll get it." I never got a chance to tell him I'd drink his pee too. I really would have. He walked away, with his hard dick bobbing up and down like a toy. The music was something different now. I didn't recognize it, but like it. Mark came back with my "special" coke, and then padded away to use the bathroom. It occurred to me that he might have mixed something else besides booze in it. No worries. "Hey. Take this -- it'll help prolong the fun." He handed me a tiny white pill and I swallowed it with no hesitation. And then he kissed me quickly. "If it doesn't work out with the dentist, you can give me a shot." I wanted to give the whole world a shot right then. I wanted cocks and cum and everything. I wanted the fun to continue, but tried to keep cool. I'd never been so horny in my life. "You leveling off a little, Vince?" He stretched out and I took careful note of how long and lean his legs were. And hairy! Whatever I was on, I followed my instincts with no question. I was sucking on Mark's fat toes before I knew it. He curled and uncurled them while they were in my mouth. "Wow. That feels nice." "You lucky bastard. He's into feet. I haven't had mine touched since I dated Dennis. You got yourself a keeper, buddy." I took the hint and worked on Bill's feet next. I never imagined I'd be doing such things, but I'd lost control. They both had straining hard-ons at that point. "Let's fuck him. He's super horny." Mark took my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. "Are you ready? Can you think now? Bill, you didn't give him anything else, did you? His pupils are super big." "No. I swear." (lie) The next thing I remember was lying in Mark's great bed with nakedness all around me. Arms, legs, hands. My legs were straight up in the air and a pillow was under my ass. Bill's not-quite handsome face was directly over mine. "So I hear your ass is pretty tight. Don't relax too much...I want to drill you so deeply. Like the idea?" I liked anything and everything right then. I wondered if Mark was watching this and having second thoughts about me. I guess I was cheating on him already. I worried up until the point the doctor's dick went directly inside of me. There was an explosion of pain and surreal pleasure. I might have made a noise...no idea. I imagined his dick as a red-hot iron pole poking my guts and destroying everything it touched. He was relentless with the pounding. "Yeah. You are exactly as promised, Vince. Almost time for your reward...it's ...oh shit...TAKE IT!" He came and I could feel the heartbeat in his penis. The deed was done. 'Dammit, Bill. You gave him something. His breathing is way too slow. Vince?" "Just a little party favor. Nothing too strong." "Get out! I'm going to refer him to another doctor...you can't be trusted. Take your shit and leave." There was movement and cussing and arguing. I was alone in bed and thinking this was all my fault. It was fun, and I messed it up. Mark came in and turned on a bright light."Look at me." I thought he was going to yell at me now. "Just give me a minute...I need to sleep now." "OK. Good idea. I'm going to watch you for awhile. Turn on your right side and breathe...deep as you can." So I did. At some point, the room got darker. I was keenly aware that I was being watched, but the dreams came on anyway. Boring dreams of nothing special. The next thing I knew, it was morning. I was all by myself in the big bed. I scanned the shameful memories and cringed. The clothes I was wearing the previous day were right there for me to slip into. I felt so guilty of so many things. I went to the bathroom. I needed to face the Mark Music now. He was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. "Good morning, cutie!" He was in a bathrobe and didn't seem mad at all. "I'm so sorry. I think we overdid it just a little. Or a lot." "No. I'm sorry you had to see me with Bill. I wanted to be with you instead...I just..." "Shhh. Don't think about him. He's on my shit list. Let's eat and then we can do whatever you want. No drugs." We ate and and then stepped outside briefly because I wanted fresh oxygen. I was mostly myself as we had sex in his bed. He was tender but passionate. It didn't take him long to cum the first time. Or the second time. We made love most of the day. He'd given me what I'd wanted. At last.

Yesterday while at work I found myself both bored and horny. A guy tapped and messaged me on Grindr. His pics seemed familiar, but I couldn't place him. Initially he seemed to be decent, talking about travels, hobbies etc., but then he mentioned he was having difficulty forming his sentences as he was unbelievably horny. I asked him about his preferred sexual role. He replied he was versatile, but hadn't bottomed for four months. When I asked for xxx pics I instantly recognized him: I had regularly (and safely) fucked him some five years earlier. I remembered he was a cock-hungry slut, that he loved to be pounded, especially if his hole was stretched-out in the process. Then he asked if I preferred bareback or safe sex. I replied I would only breed him bareback, no discussion. With that we agreed to a hook up at his place. I ordered him to wear only a jock. He came down to open the doors to his apartment building wearing just running shorts (but wearing a jock beneath the shorts), and a short shirt, looking like a proper muscle slut. Considering it is November and cold outside he was definitely under dressed. Sadly we weren't alone at the elevator as his elderly female neighbor was in the same cab, and in fact she commented on his choice of such light clothing, but, as soon as she stepped off the cab, I fingered his ass (although my muscle slut complained about security cameras in the elevator). Once in his apartment I told him to go kneel in the shower since I had to piss. He responded saying he hadn't had any piss play for a long time, but nevertheless he entered the shower where I pissed on him. Unlike our occasions in years past, this time he didn't swallow my load. Oh well. After that he sucked my cock like a good bitch and I went out of my way to make him gag. Then I dragged him to bed and pounced on his ass. The whore lay down and took it like a pro. I fucked him for almost an hour, and he handled the pain well, but eventually he began urging me to blow. I asked where he wanted my load. He replied saying I was probably gonna breed him but he would prefer I didn't. In any event, he also added he knew he couldn't stop me. Lol The bitch pretended not to want my load so I pounded his hole and bred him anyway.

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.

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.

* continued As I went out the back door Levi hollers; "take your time..." That kinda caught me for a brief moment, but shook it off as I headed down the short path through some trees behind his place. Before opening up out into the back of the truck stop parking lot, there was a concrete picnic like table. I didn't think much of it at the time just bounced my happy little ass out into the parking lot. As I hopped out from behind the cinder block wall a small group of guys were standing nearby, close to some trucks. They all turned my direction as I popped out; one of them said, "well what do we have here, a truck slut?" When I left the house I had dressed to seduce Levi, not go to a truck stop; and right then I realized how much I didn't have on! One of the other fellas said, "come say hi babe!" I was just about to decline when he flashed a big glass bowl... With a devilish grin I said, "sure!" I counted 5 in all as one of the others suggested we go back to the picnic table. As I spin around to head back the way I had just come I felt a hand slide up my tiny little skirt! I was already horny (still), but now I Needed Cock!!! As the one with the pipe handed it to me he said; "sorry, I couldn't tell if you had anything on under that piece of fabric..." I said, "no worries" as I took the pipe, bent at the waist, put my elbows on the table and arched my tail out invitingly!!! As I felt several hands on me I widened my stance and started cooing and blowing clouds like a steam locomotive. One of the guys whistles, "damn!" To that I take one hand, pipe in the other and hook a thumb on my t-back and whip it off and onto the table in one move. Then widen my stance even more and throw my ass out there like a cat in heat! And I was!!! * to be continued

We only have Rapp's side of the story because Spacey claims has no memory. Rapp was a 14-year-old at an adult party who got bored and went to watch tv; I did that a few times when my folks dragged me to something where I was the only kid. Then somehow he ended up being the only one left at the party which isn't at all suspicious; I wonder who arranged that. Then Spacey picked him up and carried him to the bed and climbed on top of him. Rapp had to get out from under him and talk his way out of the house. That sounds like an assault no matter how you look at it. Do I think Spacey thought Rapp would be receptive? Absolutely. Is it possible Rapp showed signs of interest then changed his mind? Of course. But once he was squirming and trying to get away, the encounter should have been over. Saying he should have had a chaperone or should have left early or should have known better is blaming the victim of the assault and that is bull shit. Yeah, I get that lots of guys are into being forceful and maybe pushing the boundaries of not taking "no" for an answer. I get that that is sexy. But if you are 26 and the guy saying "no" is 14, you are a dumb ass for pushing the issue. Because even if the 14-year-old says "fuck me, daddy" to you, it's still a crime.

Kevin Spacey wrote "I have loved and had romantic encounters with men throughout my life. I choose now to live as a gay man" Really? No cock sucking and no anal action with men ever? How about wanting a 14 yr-old cock? Is being gay is all about love and romance? The whole thing about being gay has never made too much sense to me and I find it all very confusing. What's the difference between a straight man "experimenting" with sex with men from a gay man? Why can women be touchy-feely with other women but not men? It all made more sense when I came across this piece on Anonymous sex: http://safestsex.org/aboutmen-en.php It interested me because the only thing that could "makes me gay" is my passion for anonymous sex and made me review things. The self-portrayal of "being gay" is to me a cop out and a way of cleansing all what goes on in terms of sex between men. For example, I have read about guys whose only sexual activity has been to go to a bathroom at a local shopping mall and suck cock and maybe get fucked. Never a lover, man or woman. If he was asked for instance "Don't you have a girlfriend?" he would probably respond "I'm gay" because I doubt society is ready to hear his story. But I have changed and if asked I start talking about my passion for anonymous sex. I usually say that if women were into heavy anonymous sex, dark rooms, slings, etc, I would probably be straight. It's not that I like men more than women but that I like the way men have sex rather than the way women like having sex. Too old for flowers and dinners.

Right before we lost the site forever, I started to save more info on the original post. Posted on Thursday, August 13, 2009 - 05:29 pm: ==== "Cum Courier" by BarePumper ==== A few days ago, I hooked-up with this guy online. His picture was amazing; massively muscled chest and shoulders and a great-looking bulge. He didn't sent me any pics of his cock but said that I wouldn't be disappointed. I was feeling really horny as I had been visiting family for a week so hadn't even had a wank, let alone got off with someone and it was only 11am. His name was Gareth and he invited me over for a drink and a shag. I said yes straight away; I'm a slim guy and don't usually get muscle-men interested in me, especially one as big as he seemed to be, so I showered and dressed in a jockstrap, tight jeans and a white T-shirt and then caught the bus over to his place which was about half an hour away. The day was boiling hot and I was already feeling horny just from the heat. Arriving at his door, I rang the bell and waited nervously for him to answer. The door opened and there he stood; his pics hadn't done him justice. He was huge! He was wearing a very tight muscle-shirt and tiny cotton shorts, which barely contained a hugely thick cock with massive, heavy balls. His chest was massive with really big nipples showing through the thin cotton of his shirt. Blue eyes and a great smile made him look like a god. "Hey Paul" he said extending one massive fist to shake my hand. "Come on in. Fancy a beer?" We went into his lounge where a screen was showing a video from Treasure Island. He told me to have a seat whilst he went into the kitchen to get the beers. Returning, he handed me a can of Red Stripe and sat next to me. "Look, before we do anything, there's something you should know" he said, taking a swig of the beer. "I only do bareback and I'm very verbal. I'm going to breed my hot seed deep inside your ass and I want you to know it." He put a hand on my leg and looked at me. "Any problems?" "No" I said. "But I want to take your cock in a particlar way." "Hmm. OK. How?" he smiled. "I want to be on my back with my legs around your huge bod and I want to chew your tits when you shoot." As I said this, I noticed his cock hardening in the shorts. "I think we're going to get on just fine!" he said, flashing a smile at me. He took my hand and guided it to his rapidly swelling bulge. I rubbed it hard and he groaned, the material was stretched thin across his cock and I could feel that it was a real monster. He stood up and shucked the shorts off, exposing the most massive piece of meat I'd ever seen. It was so thick that I couldn't get my hand around it at all, and so long that I gasped. He picked a tape-measure off the table where he'd put his beer. "Want to measure it?" he said, grinning wickedly. I took the tape measure and placed the end against his body, rolling it out to the end of his cock. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "Fourteen inches... Wow!" He took the tape out of my hand and wrapped it around his girth. It was nine inches around. I looked up at him, face flushing with desire and before I could stop myself, dropped to me knees and tried to fit as much of his beautiful cock into my mouth as I could. "Fuck, you're enormous" I whispered as his big hands steadied my head against his meat. He let me suck him for a bit then swiftly spun me around, threw me to my knees and mounted me. The pain was incredible; I hadn't been fucked for ages and he was massive, but after a hit on my poppers, I started to enjoy taking his massive cock. "I'm really gonna seed that hole" he said, moving deep inside me. "I'm gonna blow my three-day load up inside you and I cum a LOT!" As he said this, I could feel his excitement build and his cock started to spasm inside me. "Tell me you want it, you cum whore!" he shouted. "I do, I do. I want your enormous load shot deep inside me, give me your cum, breed my sloppy cunt..." He started to breathe more heavily and remembering what really turned me on, picked me up still impaled on his cock and lay me on my back. He lowered his massive chest to my face and I sucked one of his bullet-nipples into my mouth. "Oh yeah!" he cried, forcing more of his cock into my hole and more of his nipple into my mouth. "Suck on those big tits!" I tightened my ass around his hole. "Oh, fuck, I don't believe it! I'm gonna cum" he said. My mouth went for his other nipple and sucked as much of the nipple and the muscular pec into my mouth as I could manage. "You fucking little cum whore!" he shouted. "You're gonna get my huge load bareback. I'm not wearing a rubber, I'm gonna breed your hole, I'm gonna pump my massive load deep inside you. My DNA's gonna mix with yours. I'm fucking knocking you up!" As he shouted this, I felt his cock pump what seemed like half a pint of very hot spunk into me. I sucked harder on his tits and felt another six or seven spurts of his cum flood my ass. I went to touch my own cock but he pushed my hand away and reversing our positions, pulled me on top of him, his amazing cock still buried inside me. We lay there a few moments then he got to his feet and smiled at me. "Wow! That was one hot fuck. Give me a few minutes and I can go again." "Really?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah, but I'm really thirsty and out of beers. Can you just go down to the corner shop whilst I take a breather?" "Sure, I'll just get cleaned up a bit." I replied, gently fingering my hole which was beginning to leak cum. "Don't" he said, picking me up so I was standing. He handed me my jeans and helped me pull them on. "But your load was so big!" I argued. "Don't worry, the shop's just down the street. You'll be OK." I put the rest of my clothes on and started to leave. "Hey" he called. "Ask for St Pierre. It's my favourite beer." With that, he handed me a tenner and let me out, pointing in the direction of the store. A few minutes later I was in the local shop, scanning the beers in the fridge and on the shelves. I'd never heard of St Pierre so asked the tall, blonde Polish guy behind the counter. "Sure I've got that but we don't get much call for it so it's in the store-room." He started towards the door at the back. "You'd better give me a hand" he said. As I followed him into the back, I admired his tight-fitting jeans and the back of his wide neck. As soon as we got inside the store-room, he pulled the door shut. "St Pierre" he said, nodding. "The only person I know who asks for that is Gareth down the road." "Yeah, it's for him" I answered. He put his hand on his crotch and squeezed. "So, has he knocked you up? Has he pumped his load up inside you? I bet he has, hasn't he. You're probably full of his cum right now!" He pushed me up against the wall and began to unbutton my jeans. "God, I love it when he sends over one of his shags, filled with his spunk for me to swallow." He pulled my jeans down, lay down on the floor and pulled my ass down onto his face. "Relax" he said, tongueing my hole. "Give up that load and you can have mine in return!" I relaxed a little and felt the cum load begin to dribble out of my ass. His slurping tongue was really turning me on, and the knowledge that he wanted to shoot inside me, to mix his cum with Gareth's was making me hard. I loosened up a bit more a stream of warm seed ran out of my hole directly into his mouth. He pushed me away and got up, then unzipping his jeans, took out his extremely hard cock. It wasn't as big as Gareth's but it was still pretty big. I dropped my jeans and turned around, presenting him with my sloppy hole. He rubbed it into the spunk still dripping from my ass and then began to push it into me. I relaxed and he gasped as my hole suddenly sucked him in deep. "Fucking hell! You're hole's so sloppy and wet, I'm gonna cum really quickly!" he breathed, pressing his swollen head deep into me. "You want my cum?" he asked, sweat dripping from his face as he pounded my hole. "Oh yeah, I want your big load. Breed my cunt with that big meat, fucking shoot that spunk load deep inside me. Breed my hole. Seed me!" I cried, and with a yell, he unloaded inside me. I thought Gareth had a big load, but this guy's just didn't seem to stop! He fucked my raw hole for ages, spurting fresh spunk into my already well-used hole. Just as I thought he'd finished, he gave another yell and I could feel more spunk spurt into me. He finished, and stood dazed for a moment, then reached up to a shelf and with one quick move, pulled out his cock and replaced it with a butt plug. "That'll keep the spunk up there for a bit" he said. giving it a final push into my swollen hole. "Wow! You really know how to drain a guy!" He smiled at me and pulled on his clothes. I did the same and he reached up for a six-pack of beer. "Here you go. No charge!" "Thanks" I said, stroking his smooth abs. "That was an amazing fuck!" "Yeah, well I like sloppy seconds." he replied. "Now, if you're really getting into this, perhaps you should drop by at number twenty-six. It's a few doors before Gareth's place, on the way back from here. My boyfriend's there and feeling really horny. You like older guys?" I nodded. "He's fifty-three, really built with a beard and the biggest siliconed balls you've ever seen. Sound good?" "Yes" I said, already looking forward to it. "Ring the bell, tell him that Marek sent you and that you need another few loads to take back to Gareth. He's got some friends around at the moment so if you want to be gang-fucked, you probably will." He unlocked the door and let me out. As I walked through the shop, my head was reeling and my heart beating really fast. I'd just been fucked by two guys, was about to get gang-banged and had't even shot a load of my own yet. As I walked down the street, I could feel the base of the butt plug pressing against my jeans and it was keeping me rock hard. At number twenty-six, I rang the bell and waited for it to be answered. After a few minutes I rang again, leaning harder on the buzzer. I heard a door opening inside and through the glass saw someone approaching the door. As the door opened, I felt the blood rise to my face. The guy was a real muscle-bear; beard, huge shoulders and a sexy smile and all he was wearing was a pair of shorts showing a bulge that was about the size of a melon. "Hey Paul" he said. "Hey!" I replied, wondering how he knew my name. "Come into the bedroom. I've a few friends around and they're getting really horned up." Before I could help myself, I grabbed his huge balls with my hands and dropped to my knees, inhaling his scent through the thin cotton. "Not in the doorway!" he said, hauling me me to my feet. I apologised, but couldn't take my eyes of his bulge. He led the way into the house, and in the bedroom I saw three other, older but really good looking, very hung men standing around a sling. I dropped my jeans, shrugged off the T-shirt and jumped into the sling. Immediately, the first guy pushed his hand between my ass cheeks, pulled out the butt-plug and replaced it with his cock. After only three strokes, he yelled and began to pump spunk into me. I relaxed and let him breed me. He didn't last for long, but as soon as he pulled out, another guy was ready and pushed his hard meat into me. This guy had a short cock but it was nice and heavy. "I can feel that spunk sliding over my dick" he grunted. "You fucking little cum-whore, you're a fucking little spunk hole just waiting to be bred!" As he talked, his cock got harder and I squeezed my hole around his cock. "Fucking little cock-jockey" he grunted. "Can't wait to get cock inside you, can't wait to get bred by big guys shooting their loads into your ass!" As he said this, he too gave a yell and unloaded into me. The third guy had been watching and stroking himself, and without a word, pushed his cock into me and shot his load, then the guy with the silicone balls approached. His cock was also siliconed and I knew he'd waited until last so that I was stretched enough to take it. As the other guys stepped back, he pushed his meat into me with both hands, ensuring no spunk dribbled out. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and began to wank himself into me, not saying a word. My hands reached for his balls and I squeezed their hugeness as he began to moan. I could tell that the first guy was fucking him from behind as he suddenly leant forward, pushed his huge hairy chest into my face and commanded me to chew his nipples. The moment my tongue touched the first one, he began to spasm into my hole, filling it to overflowing with his big sperm-load. After a few more spurts, he pulled his massive cock out slowly and quickly replaced the butt-plug in my hole. "OK" he grinned. "Now you can take those loads back to Gareth!" I got out of the sling shakily, I was so horny but I knew where I wanted to blow my load. I pulled on my clothes and the muscle-bear showed me to the door. "See you around!" he said. I walked back up the road until I reached Gareth's house. As soon as I approached the door, he opened it and pulled me inside, leading me straight into the bedroom. "So, where's the beer?" he asked. "Crap! I must have left it at..." "Number twenty-six?" he finished for me. "Excellent!" He led me to the bed and unbuttoned my jeans. Producing a funnel and a pint glass, he had me squat over it. "C'mon" he urged. "You must be full to bursting. How many loads have you got up inside you right now? Four? Five? Let's see!" I carefully pulled out the butt-plug and a ******* of hot sperm shot out of my ass and into the glass. He carefully massaged my hole and a new load spurted out. "You got any more up there?" he asked, stroking my shoulder. "I don't think so" I said, just as another powerful surge squirted out. When I had emptied most of it, he held up the glass. It was half full of mixed spunk. Handing it to me, Gareth dropped onto the bed on all fours and rammed the funnel into his ass. "Now, give it to me!" he said. I began to pour the white liquid into the funnel and his ass sucked it inside him. In a few minutes the glass was empty and he was full... almost. My cock felt like it was going to burst, I was so turned-on by what had happened to me that morning. Using the last few drops of spunk from the glass, I lubed my cock and pushed it into Gareth's filled hole. The feeling of that amount of cum on my cock was mind-blowing. I grabbed his beefy thighs and began to stroke my cock into his hot hole. Within a few minutes I literally could not hold back, and with a roar, I dumped my load in with the rest. I seemed to shoot for ages, and when I stopped, I could hardly stand. Gareth pulled me down onto the bed and wrapped his arms around me. As I stroked his muscular chest, he whispered into my ear "You like being a cum courier? Delivering all that hot sperm to me?" I nodded. "Good" he said. "Because that's just the first assignment I have for you. I'm gonna send you all over the city picking up loads for me and bringing them back so that we can share them. OK?" I smiled and replied "Fuck yes!"

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

Just took a load from a well-hung brazilian fuckbuddy. Always cums fast when he's inside me

I have a feeling that he will be, we've been texting but my odd working hours are proving an obstacle at this time. The partner is going out of town soon so I'll have the place to myself on the weekends. He's already counting on how many times he's going to breed me.

Thats basically how I feel too. Nothing hotter than eating a hot ass, be it a smooth twink, or a hairy muscle ass. However, if I am really into the guy, I can sometimes LOVE sucking cock. But thats more the exception than the rule.

It strikes me as a real love story which is very refreshing, thank you!

I love the ABS because guys go there to get off, no posing, just sucking and fucking. Last night was a really busy night and the large parking lot was almost full when i pulled in. Got some tokens and walked to the back hall where a few guys recognized and said quietly they wanted to fuck me, except for one guy who was quite loud when he told some others he was going to fuck my ass again tonight. So I was unbuckling and unzipping as I walked down the hall to the first open room followed by several guys. I barely had a chance to drop my pants before I was being bent over and my ass fingered. I already had 3 good loads in me so the guy wasted no time in sliding into my ass while another slapped my face with his cock so I could suck him. By the time a while later a clerk looked in the room and said to put some coins in the video machine I was naked and had taken a couple loads. I heard coins dropping in and the screen came to life. Someone came up beside me as I was taking it in both holes and said "Whore, look at me". It was the clerk. "Don't leave tonight without making sure I drop a load in you too". 17 loads had been dumped in my ass when another guy grabbed my hips and told me his shift was over and now it was his turn to plow me. My hole was gaping and dripping cum but I clenched as he rammed his hard cock in me and got verbal telling me he had watched me getting fucked and that I was a whore and a pussy only good to be used by men that knew how to use a pussy hole.

This last June I traveled to DC for the Equality March and Pride and ended up at the Crew Club. Saturday night, was a free for all and the darkroom was not a disappointment. But the dick of the night was one that had been in a van pump. He still had the doughnut on to help keep the size and he was huge. I started sucking and considered for a second that I wasn't up for such a massive member. I just told myself "when will you be able to get fucked by a cock this big again...." So I took him to My Room and continued to work the dick as well as I could with my mouth, and the entire time we left the door open and started drawing a little bit of an audience. Then the real action began. I bent over to take it and took a deep breath and relaxed. It took a while for me to feel him up against me and fully penetrated by the massive member, but once I did the ride of my life started. He pounded away until he dropped a load deep inside my hole. But I was so wide open from the fuck and his dick that as soon as I stood up off the bed, it all came spilling out. I wanted to hold it in for a while, but that wasn't an option so I went out of my room and took a new load. And another after that.

I a twistedperv, no limits, the more twisted andperv you are, the more I get turned on. Am into taboo twisted chat, hook-up and trade pics or vids, dropbox ect...... you first..........Love POPPERS, gooning, sounds, ect I am in DC, VA Metro area KIK: Soyborikua Wickr: thejackal70

Agreed. I too was sexually active at 14 with a 21 y/o, but I was 100% the persuer. Legalities aside, I knew what I was doing and what I wanted. It was the during the beginning of the aids crises in the 80's, and I was educated already about safe sex and condoms. What Spacey did was wrong. He was the predator in this case. Rapp may have been a "mature" 14, working with adults on Broadway, but he obviously shouldn't have been alone at the party with adults. Non consensual is non consenual.

Too bad it no longer has a room with a sling. It is too dark where The sling in the maze is located. Needs subtle lighting and mirrors

I cocks with some meaty thickness to it, the type that rubs and glides against my P-spot when he long dicks my hole to ecstasy. About 7-8 inches is pretty wonderful as it gets right into the pocket (snuggly into my S-curve) without making it hurt. If he's just a tad longer, it can be kinda painful in the wrong position. The caveat to that is if he is longer than 10 inches. At that length, I can get it past my S-curve and deep in me. The bottom line is he has to be able to work it. All the size in the world aint worth shit if he cant get it hard or is a One Minute Man. An aggressive, verbal, dom Power Top with a nice hard cock that can fuck all night will get my mouth watering and hole winking every time. And an even bigger +++ is if he has a huge pair of balls that can dump a gallon of milky, sweet nut in my mouth and aching hole until it looks like a sperm bank exploded all over me.

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

I share you passion, a penis has to be THE most beautiful organ on the body. I adore the feel of it, its hardness yet its softness in my mouth. There is no other object that gives me as much pleasure as a nice hard cock. Also, I love to hear the moans and whimpers a guy gives out when I worship is manhood. At the end when his seeds feed me, it is the ultimate reward. Yep! I'm addicted to cocks.

Part 15 Bam Bam took Robbie back to his dorm room where he continued to fuck Robbie while they recovered from the past few days. Robbie was appreciative for what was done to him since it allowed him to discover his true self, a bottom boy ho needed to learn to surrender his hole to any man who wanted to use it for his pleasure. The two were also discussing plans for when Robbie will be starting to attend college next semester as the two drifted off to sleep Sunday night. As the day slowly approached noon on Monday morning, as if fate was calling, Matt knocked on the door to Bam Bam's room. As the two naked man stirred in bed, Bam Bam asked who was at the door to which a simple replay "It's Matt". Bam Bam told Robbie to answer the door and has the naked 18 year old grabbed for something to cover his body with Bam Bam simply said to him, "Naked!" A naked Robbie moved to the door and quickly welcomed their visitor. Matt explained that he was there with a proposal for the two of them. Matt went on to tell the two a little about the business, the old hotel Steve owned and the boys that Steve like to rent out. Robbie listened intently as Matt spoke and after all the Tina he had that weekend, was starting to get hard. Matt knew that Bam Bam wanted to move out of the dorms next semester so that he could get a place with Robbie. If the two of them were to go to work for Steve not only could they have Matt's apartment, but a nice pay check. Matt was going to take one of Steve's bedrooms. Matt had spoken to Steve on Sunday and figured the way Robbie liked to be fucked, he could be transformed into a high price boy. Bam Bam seemed to transform into a power, pozzing top who would be paid well to poz those that wanted it and those that other would pay to be force. Matt watched as Bam Bam was now rubbing his had up and down Robbie's back as the implications started to sink in, especially on Robbie who was coming to realize that not only did he receive his first fuck, but was probably now HIV+, a thought that, for some strange reason to him, made him incredibly horny. Bam Bam wasted no time and pulled Robbie close as the two kissed. Robbie quickly mounted Bam Bam, who was lying on his back with his hard cock pointing straight up. Robbie impaled himself on the full length of his friends cock as the two kissed and, seemingly, forgot Matt was in the room. As Robbie road his friend's cock the two suddenly felt the presence of some one joining them on the bed. Bam Bam pulled Robbie in close as Matt quickly lined his cock up with Robbie's already full hole and pushed in along side. Robbie moaned out as the second cock invaded his hole and he began to get his first, of many, DPs.

I kind of stumbled across the party one weekend while vacationing in Germany. Until that point I had never even heard of it. So I thought, what the heck, and off I went. Just reading about the way it worked was giving me a boner, but seeing it actually play out in the flesh was even hotter. I thought it was pretty amazing. As a top to just be able to walk around and grab a handful of whatever piece you want, without all the formalities of small talk, as though you were inspecting a piece of horseflesh at a horse fair, was a welcome change of pace. And the mares you top and put through their paces are all really great and very appreciative of your efforts when you've finished. I'd definitely go back anytime that schedules aligned and I was in a city that hosted one of these parties.

4. Jay "Learn how to breathe cock," Rod said. His hands were still at the back of head. He was holding me in place, making sure that every agonizing inch of his cock stayed in my throat. I struggled, trying to get used to the foreign object in my throat. Even worse, I realized I was embarrassed. It wasn't because I was on my knees, sucking another man's dick. That actually made me proud, to think that a real man like Rod wanted to feel me pleasuring his dick. No, it was because I wasn't doing a good job of sucking his dick. His cock wasn't massive nor was he pounding my throat. I should be able to handle this, but my body was rebelling, demanding such luxuries as an unobstructed airway and the oxygen it could bring. "Close your eyes," Rod said. His voice was deep and masculine, but not angry or harsh. "Relax," he continued. "Focus on dick. Feel how long it is. Feel how hard it is. You did this to me. You deserve to feel what you did. Feel my cock in your throat." As hard as it was to keep his cock in my throat, I didn't want to pull off. If I pulled off, even just the slightest bit, it would be a failure. I wanted to impress Rod with my talents, and I wasn't doing a good job of it right now. "Don't over think it," Rod continued. "Just focus on my dick." I tried as best as I could, but I couldn't keep from gagging. It was an awful feeling; the discomfort of Rod's cock lodged in my throat, plus the horrible feeling in my stomach that I had failed his man. I pulled back against Rod's grip on the back of my head. This was no longer about wants. I wanted to suck his cock. But I needed a respite from his throat fucking. I needed to breathe. Luckily, Rod understood my needs. He let me pull off his cock, and let me recover. The first thing I did was get a big lungful of oxygen. In the moment, even breathing hurt, as the air I was inhaling irritated my tender throat. I wasn't used to having a dick down there, least of all, a dick as hard as Rod's penis, and my throat was raw. The second thing I did was tell Rod I was sorry for not being able to fellate him properly. "I'm sorry," I said. "Sorry?" he asked. "Sorry for what boy?" "For not staying on your cock." "It's ok," he said. He stroked the side of my head, a gesture simultaneously comforting and controlling. I was in an uncomfortable place with him, somewhere between a human with free will and a possession, with no possibility of growth or change. "It's only what, your second cock?" I nodded in agreement. The time spent on Jack's cock in middle school seemed so long ago now. "It's perfectly natural. All you need is practice." "Yeah," I said, still embarrassed at my performance. I wondered about the other boys he had mentioned. Had they been better at pleasing him than I was. "Practice, I guess." "Just work on the head," Rod said. "Don't push yourself this time." He was looking down at me and his expression was one I had never seen before. It was a combination of a teacher, instructing a wayward student on the finer points; a father, caring for unruly child; and a lover, waiting for his partner to pleasure him. I had never realized how badly I needed someone like Rod in my life. I followed his instructions. I had no real choice, but that was a good thing. This entire night was full of new things: leaving my friends behind with someone I barely knew, taking the cocaine the stranger offered, making out with a different man, and now sucking his cock. But it all seemed inevitable and right, nor was I given much of choice in how things had worked out. But every choice felt like the correct one. Rod's cock was hard in my mouth, slowly dripping pre-cum front the slit at the tip of his dick. I was lapping up every drop. It had been years since I had last tasted it and I had not realized just how badly I wanted to taste it again. "You like that," Rod said. "Yeah," I replied. "I do." "That's good," Rod said. He put his hand back on my head. "Come with me," he said. "See if you can keep my dick in your mouth." I didn't understand what he was saying at first, but then he took a step backwards. I had to crawl on my knees to keep up with him. I glanced back at the window, where the party was continuing. The lights had been turned down a bit, so it was hard to discern any details, but I could make out the vague outlines of men milling around. I hoped that I was just as difficult to see if anyone happened to be looking out. I didn't want anyone to see my crawling after Rod, on my knees, with his dick nestled in my mouth. It was more than just embarrassing; it was humiliating. But, it was also a turn on. Any man could see what I would do for cock. At least what I would do for the right cock. Rod's cock was definitely the right cock; there was something about it that drew me to it, to want to lick it and savor every drop of his pre-cum. "Yeah," Rod said. "That's it. Just a few more steps," he said, and took another backward step. I had to put my hands down on the ground to stabilize myself and keep from scraping my knees. "Next time, I'll make sure you have some knee pads," he said. I looked up to see him smile at the thought. "You'd look good like that. A pair of boots, a pair of kneepads. Let a man know you mean business." He paused for a second, and pushed his dick a little deeper in my mouth. "Oh yeah," he said. "Just a few more steps now." The next three were easier. I knew what to expect, and I didn't lose my balance as easily. I also managed to avoid scraping my knees too badly. "And we're here," Rod said. He was backed up against a porch lounge chair. "I'm gonna sit down," he said. "You gonna keep my cock warm?" I nodded in agreement. He held my head again, making sure that I didn't lose his cock. From another man, it would have been weird, almost creepy. But from Rod, it was caring, tender act. He wanted both of us to be able to enjoy his cock. "That's it," he said, as he leaned back. "Fuck yeah, that's it." He pulled his head up, just enough to stare at me over his thick pecs and smooth stomach. "Think you can take all of it again?" I stared at his thick, long, hard cock, remembering what it felt like last time we had forced it deep into my throat. I had been helpless as Rod held the ultimate power over me. Even so, my dick throbbed at the opportunity to feel Rod inside me again. I nodded, albeit with some hesitation. "We'll go slow," Rod said, before adding "again." My stomach churned at the last word. "Again." Such a simple word, and yet, the way Rod said it, I knew for sure he was disappointed in me. "No," Rod answered, as if he was reading my mind. "It's a big cock. And you're still a young man." He grabbed his cock and shook it. Somewhat relieved, I leaned in just enough for the tip of Rod's cock to press against the back of my throat. It had not gotten any smaller; if anything, it was now thicker than the last time we had attempted to fuck my throat. "Oh yeah," Rod moaned, his dick dripping pre-cum once more. "That's what I need right now. Some great head by a hot young man." I just nodded; impaled on his dick, I couldn't do much else. I took a deep breath. It was likely my last breath for a while. Once his dick pressed into my throat, it would block my ability to inhale. But, as Rod pointed out, it was my job to learn how to breathe cock just as easily as I breathed air. Rod reached down and put his hand on the back of my head. "Come on boy," he said. "Make me happy and inhale my cock." He pulled down on my head, forcing his shaft into my throat. It was not as forceful as I feared, but there was a persistence that reminded me who was in control. Worse, my own cock twitched and dripped pre-cum as soon as Rod's manhood pushed into my throat. As impossible as it seemed, I was getting off on getting throat-fucked. "All the way, boy," Rod said. "No sense in you giving up when we are so close to our goal." It seemed like a perversion of language to talk about "we" and "our goal." I was forced to allow my throat to stretch around his dick and I had to fight back the natural instinct to gag. This was not about "us;" it was about his pleasure and his pleasure in using me. My brain knew that. My body knew that. My throat definitely knew that. But once more, it was my cock who was the traitor. It had never been harder and was throbbing in rhythm with Rod's slow strokes pushing ever deeper into my throat. "Ease Ser," I managed to gasp, losing a bit of precious air in the process. I wanted to tell him not to push so deep. But I realized how much of a betrayal that would be to him and how much I would be letting him down. It was my duty, privilege and honor to suck his manhood, and if he needed to be deep-throated, well, it was hardly my place to deny him that simple pleasure. "It's alright boy," he said, gently stroking my head, even as he held me in place skewered on his dick. "It's going to be difficult at first, but you'll learn." He smiled as he pulled me further down on his shaft. "Almost there," he said. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on his cock, even while doing my best to ignore how it was a foreign object practically choking me to death. "Just a little bit more," Rod said. "Barely an inch." I swallowed. He took the opportunity to push his shaft all the way into my throat. Once more, my chin was pressed against his balls and my nose was deep in his pubes. My dick reacted, throbbing and dripping even more pre-cum. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy this," he said. I opened my eyes again. Even though he was lying back on the lounge chair, he still managed to loom above me, reminding me exactly who was the dominant and who was the submissive. His eyes were closed, and he had a smile of utter pleasure. As much as I wanted to get him out of my throat, I couldn't deny him these simple pleasures. "Fuck boy, you're getting me close," he finally said, right as I thought I would pass out. I just nodded. If I tried to do anything else, I was going to start gagging, and I would have to pull off from Rod's beautiful cock. "Damn. We're gonna have to take a break," Rod said, and he pushed me off of his dick, until not even the head was still in my mouth. "Stand up," he said. "Turn around, bend over, and let me taste that sweet ass again." As he asked, I stood up, turned around, and bent over. I was reluctant to do it because it meant it would be that much harder for me to choke on his cock again. But, I remembered how good his tongue felt against my hole and how I had squirmed in pleasure as he explored my ass, so I reached back, and pulled my ass cheeks apart for him. "Oh yeah, boy," Rod said. He sat up; his face was now perfectly aligned with my hole. "This is going to be good." He leaned in and pressed his lips against my hole, giving me the most intimate kiss I had ever received. His tongue traced out the edges of my hole, occasionally darting deeper into me, teasing me with the potential for penetration. It took less than a minute of this before my hole was wet and slippery. It made it ever easier for him to push his tongue into me, which made even more relaxed. "Hold that ass for me," he said. "Keep it open for me." I pulled my cheeks further apart, and exposed all of my hole for him. "Oh, fuck that's beautiful," he said. He licked a finger, and starting to tease my hole with it. "Oh god," I moaned. "Fuck. That feels amazing." "You like?" Rod asked me. He pushed his finger into my hole. It was only the tip, but the spasms of pleasure spread out from my hole across my entire body. It wasn't just having my hole played with. I had done that before while jerking off, but it hadn't felt like this. There was a hunger inside of me, and I wanted more. "Oh god yes," I said. "Please?" I begged. It was ambiguous what I was asking for. If sucking cock was the start of my journey, his finger buried in my ass was the half-way point. It was now easier to go all the way, than to stop, turn around, and give up all the pleasures I had enjoyed so far. "Fuck me." I had never had a cock up there before, and had never thought one would ever find its way up there. "Fuck me." But tonight, being with this very hot, yet still so unfamiliar daddy, things were different. I was with this hot, horny daddy who so clearly needed to unload and the outcome of the complex calculations I had done so many years earlier suddenly changed. "Fuck me hard," I repeated for the third time. "You sure boy?" Rod asked. He pressed his finger into my hole, opening me up and making me even more hungry for him. "It's your first time, right?" "I'm sure. There's always a first time. And I want it to be with you." More of his finger pushed into my hole. Even though I couldn't see it, I imagined how hungry my hole must appear, almost sucking his finger into me. Rod pulled his finger out. He took his time, slowly enough that I felt his knuckles rub over my prostate. It was slow enough that a slow anxiety built up, due to an irrational fear I'd never get to feel Rod inside me again. But before it became a full-fledged panic attack, Rod leaned in and kissed my hole. His tongue probed in, lubricating my hole for what would inevitably penetrate me. "Just fuck me," I said. "Don't worry boy. It's coming," Rod said. He returned to licking my asshole, getting it wet and sloppy. Despite my innocence, I understood that if I were to take Rod's thick shaft, I would need his help. Even if it wasn't what I was craving it still felt damn good, and I forced myself to enjoy the pleasure. "We just need to get you ready." "Please, Rod. I want it." My entire body was shaking, and even in the cool evening air, I found myself sweating. "Please, Rod, I need it." The shaking was getting worse, and my anxiety began to rise again. Rod suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his tongue deep into my hole. "Relax boy," he said, his voice muffled by my muscular butt. "It's alright. I'm here. You're ok." He ran his tongue around my hole. "It's the G you're feeling. It's going to be good." He administered another kiss, and it only made the excitement worse. "Focus on the pleasure. Focus on your hole." He ran his tongue against my hole. "Breathe deep and just focus on the good things. Focus on my tongue in your hole." I did as I was instructed, focusing just on the feeling of Rod's tongue gently probing my asshole and opening me up. I was still shaking, but at least it helped reduce the anxiety. The rimjob felt good. It was a kind of pleasure I had never felt before, and it was so easy to get lost in it. "You want my cock in your hole?" Rod asked. He pressed his tongue back into my hole. Even though I had no idea what it was going to feel like when Rod fucked me, I still nodded enthusiastically. I had reached a point where I put my trust completely in Rod. If he thought it was best to fuck me, then I was going to get fucked. It didn't hurt that his teasing of my hole had gotten me totally aroused, and broken down the last of my inhibitions. "You've got a sweet hole," Rod said. "I can't wait to get into you." He pressed his tongue into me one last time, then pulled his face out of my crack. "Let's do this," he said. "Straddle me." He laid down on the lounger, his dick now sticking straight up. Awkwardly, I climbed on top of him with my feet on either side of his torso. It was hard to control my muscles; I wondered how long I'd be able to command my legs to do anything. Nevertheless, I bent down so my ass was right over his shaft. "Like this?" I asked. "Exactly," he said. He put his hands on my waist, supporting me. "Are you ready?" "I think I am." "Good," Rod said. My ass was hanging in air and his dick was pressing up against my hole. We were not yet fucking; it would take only the slightest movement by one of us to change that. "Let's go slow. Just lower yourself, and let my cock slide into you." I relaxed my tense quadriceps, and my ass pressed down on his hard shaft. There was a brief moment where the tensions and stresses built up, but they were quickly released when Rod's dickhead pressed into my hole. "Oh god," I moaned. It was a sensation unlike any I had felt before. I was being fucked up the ass. But it wasn't a bad feeling. It reminded me of a dream, where I discovered a new room in my house. This was a new kind of pleasure and it was a pleasure I wasn't going to be able to easily give up. "Oh god," I grunted again, as more of Rod's shaft entered my no-longer-virgin hole. "Just relax," Rod said. "You can do this. You can take all of me." He was still holding my waist, still slowly guiding me down his manhood. "And it feels so good, doesn't it?" I had to nod. Rod's dick inside my hole felt like nothing else I had experienced, not even having to deep throat his cock. Rod's shaft was filling me up and in the process, I learned that I had parts of me that I had no idea had ever been empty. "It's fucking amazing," I said. It wasn't all pleasure. Rod's dick was thick, and I felt my hole protesting at being stretched open so quickly. "You're so big," I grunted, as I tried to relax enough to allow him in me. "Just relax. Focus on what feels good. Focus on my dick." He held me in place, not letting me slide any further down his shaft. "You're about half way. You think you can take the rest of it?" I nodded. There was no other answer I could give him. Of course, I was going to take his entire cock. This was my first time getting fucked up the ass, and I was going to make it memorable pounding. Besides, I had already disappointed Rod enough already with my inability to deep-throat him properly. I didn't want to give him any more reasons to discard me. "I do," I said, still a bit unsure of what I had just committed myself to doing. "We're going to go slow," Rod said. "Let you get used to it." He smiled, but it was an evil grin. "And then finish with a proper pounding that will leave you walking funny for a week." "Right on," I said. "Relax your legs," Rod continued. "Just let your weight impale you on my cock." I did as I was told, relaxing my legs muscles even more than before. Rod was ready for me, and eased my way down his shaft. "Oh fuck," I grunted, a combination of pain and pleasure. The penetration was intense. "Being fucked" had been an abstract concept until now. I understood how violating it was, to have another man's penis in my ass. But I also understood how essential it was. I needed to be fucked like this all the time. "Just give it to me. Give me all of your dick." "If you insist," Rod said. He was smiling when he said it. I was still young and naive. I had no idea what I just asked for, but he did. "You sure?" he asked again. I was scared about what I had just asked for, but more scared of the alternative. My world revolved around Rod's cock. "Yeah," I said. "I am." "Good," he said. He grabbed my waist tightly and held me in place. "I want this too." He thrust his hips upwards, forcing his rock-hard rod deep into my body. "Oh my god," I yelped, the pain racking my body and the pleasure radiating outwards in subsequent waves of raw sensation. "Oh fuck, that's intense." "You did it," Rod said. "You took my entire dick." I felt his pubes brush against my ass. I reached behind me, and felt the boundary between my hole and his cock. It was slippery with his spit and precum. "Oh god," I repeated again. There were so many new feelings and sensations it was hard to process all of them in any coherent fashion. "Don't think," Rod said. He understood my predicament intuitively, and his guidance was spot-on. "Just enjoy it. It's your first time. It's my first time with you." He pushed his dick a little deeper into me and another cascade of pleasure enveloped my body. "Just let me fuck you," he said. "Let's enjoy how good this can feel."

Part 9 Back at Matt's apartment he and James were getting ready for their own private party. James knew Matt wanted to play bottom for him so as they prepared their slams he made sure that Matt;s was strong enough to turn him into a cock hungry bottom. The agreed to simultaneously administer their slams and let the chems dictate the events between the two.. As they each slip their needle home and administered its payload they reached to remove the tourniquet on the count of three. WAM BAM! Both guy began to cough although Matt's coughing seemed to last a bit longer then James'. Before Matt knew it James had him sucking his hard cock as he began to produce copious amounts of precum. Just as James had hoped, the slam left Matt with a small case of T-dick (which he knew could be cured by Viagra). As Matt sucked James to the root James reached over to lube and finger Matt's hungry hole. He made sure to add a couple shards of Tina to help increase that hunger and suddenly had Matt begging to be fucked. James made sure the first time he fucked Matt was one to remember as he position Matt on his back and went to work pounding away. He was able to get Matt into taking his cock and knew it was a matter of time before he'd be depositing his load deep inside. It could have been the slam, it could have been the fuck he was receiving or it could have been both, but something had Matt moaning and begging for James to fuck him harder. As James pace quickened he asked Matt if he was ready for his load to which Matt shouted "YES! YES! GIVE IT TO ME!!" Only to have James back off and slow down. It wasn't until Matt was truly begging James to cum inside him did he grace the stud with his load. James gave Matt loads to batch the 3 he got from Matt the night that eventually changed Matt's life. The two dozed off after the third load only to be woken up when Steve called to let Matt know that Luke had earned the money needed and to get everything in place at the hotel in 1 hour.

I watch bulges all the time. Have a thing for big packages. Xtube has loads of vids with guys on trains, subways etc. showing well filled crotches.

I can spend a whole weekend just sucking on random cock. I've done a few marathons where I start as early as Friday after work all the way into Sunday night. I'm seriously addicted to sucking and can't get enough.

Part 3 "First things first." said Master. "Go into the bathroom boy. There are clippers on the counter, and razors and shaving cream in the cabinet. I want you hairless from the neck down. I'd help you, but it's tedious, and it's a slave's responsibility to keep himself hairless at all times. And I have other things to do. I give you EXACTLY 30 minutes from the moment you enter the bathroom. When you are done, you will find me and present yourself wearing your slave gear. First lesson. When you present yourself, you will kneel, legs spread, and hands clamped behind your head, head bowed." "Yes Sir!" I said jumping off the bed. Luckily I wasn't very hairy so it hopefully wouldn't take long. I grabbed the clippers and went to work. I worked as quickly as I could and was soon totally smooth. I replaced my slave items and ran to the living room, presenting myself as ordered. "33 minutes." said Master. "I gave you 30. This will be noted." "I'm sorry Sir!" I replied. "No boy. To apologize is to make an excuse. If you fail at a task and I tell you so, you simply reply "yes Sir."" "Yes Sir." I replied, disappointed that I had displeased him, even minorly. Master then felt my body all over, especially my ass, looking for any missed hair. "You did a good job boy, that pleases me. Now we will shower. You will follow me on you hands and knees. You will shower first. You have 2 minutes to thoroughly wash your body. Then I will step in and you will wash me. I'll instruct you how when I get in there. When we finish, there is 1 towel. You will thoroughly dry me off, then you may dry yourself. Eventually I'll teach you to shave me, but not today. Then we brush our teeth and get dressed. I have clothing items that I hope fit you. Understood?" "Yes Sir!" I replied and I followed him into the bathroom. The shower went smoothly and I crawled after him into the bedroom. Master started rummaging through the closet, pulling out various items. "What size waist are you boy?" "32 Sir." "Well damn it. My last two slaveboys were 30. These will be too small. Oh well, I was going shopping anyway. Your regular jeans will do till then. This will fit though." he said tossing me a leather harness. I put it on, loosening the buckles a little. Master put on jeans, a black tee shirt and a biker jacket and sat on the bed. "Fetch my boots boy and put them on for me. Then kiss each one. Then go put on your clothes except your tee shirt and present by the door." "Yes Sir!" I said, starting into the living room. "Hands and knees boy!" Master barked. "I didn't give you permission to walk!" I dropped to my knees instantly, angry again at myself for my error. I fetched Masters boots, put them on, kissed them, and crawled back to my clothes. I quickly dressed and presented at the door. Master attached a leash to my collar and said, "Stand up boy, lets go. You will follow behind me at all times." He led me a couple blocks to a local gay restaurant, where he of course knew everyone. "A new one Frank?" asked the waiter as he approached the table. "Yup. And it's his birthday too." Replied Master. "Just breaking him in as of last night. If your free after 6 we should be back by then if you want to help out." Back by then I thought to myself. Wonder where were going? But I knew better than to ask. "Nice." replied the waiter. "Always happy to help a friend out! I can probably round up at least a couple more if you like." My horny ass twitched on the plug hearing this. I never imagined a weekend like this in my life! "How many so far?" "6, two were mine. And Big Ben has already been in there." "Damn! You ARE breaking him in. Got him spun?" " Of course." Frank laughed. "And why do you think I brought him here? I knew you worked Sundays and I wanted you to see my new toy." I blushed a bit as the men talked about me like an object. But I had told Master I wanted to be his slave. "So we'll have 2 large OJ, fruit and scrambled eggs. You gotta force yourself to eat boy when you do tina, even though your not hungry." Master said as the waiter left. We ate our food, and I did have to force mine down, then went back to the apartment to wait till the leather store opened. I stripped as soon as I walked in the door, which made Master smile. He snapped and pointed to the sofa, and I sat on the floor while he retrieved something from the bedroom. He returned with the baggie and a glass pipe. "I'm going to teach you how to smoke it now boy. I won't show you because I never partake on Sundays cause of work. But you have an extra day, and you'll be happy I kept you high." Master loaded a big load and taught me how to do it. 8 big hits later and I felt ready to take on the world. "Get dressed and present at the door." was all Master said. I did, remembering to crawl this time. He led me out the door to his car, instructing me to sit on the floor. We drove to the leather/sex store and he led me inside. Of course it did not surprise me when he was greeted by name. "Hey Frank." said the old queen behind the counter. He recognized me as I frequently shopped there myself for poppers and lube and such. He flirted with me every time, but I'm sure he flirted with everyone, hoping for some action. But he was old, overweight, and generally not attractive. "A new one? About time someone caught this little tease!" "Nice catch Frank." said one of the other people working. He was a sexy bear. The third employee was his boy, a smaller, younger version of him. "What can we help you with?" asked the old queen, looking at me lasciviously. "Lets start with a chastity cage. Something for long term that can be hidden fairly easily." Replied Master. My heart leaped. Long term? Did I just bite off more than I can chew? But I said nothing. The twitching in my ass told me I wanted this. Why dont we take a couple options into the dressing room? We probably need some assistance." My heart beat faster as I realized the old queen was about to see my tiny tina dick. "Of course, gladly." Replied the old queen taking three devices out of the case. " This may take a bit." He said to the bear. The bear just smiled as we were led to the back dressing rooms. Once inside Master ordered me to drop my pants. I did, but slowly, feeling humiliated. "Tiny little dick, isn't it" Said the queen. "He's high as fuck right now. Breaking him in. It isn't always this small. How big is your cock when its hard boy?" "About 6 1/2 inches Sir." I replied meekly. "Well I think this one will be perfect. The cage is 3 inches long and easy to press down and hide. Comfortable to wear, but painful if he gets an erection. Shall I put it on him?" "By all means." Said Master. The old queen fondeled and manipilated my cock and balls, obviously enjoying it. Eventually it was all together, locked, and the key handed to Master. "I think I'll start with a week. If your a good boy, I might let you cum. Now, I think this man deserves a tip for his excellent service. On your knees boy!" I hesitated, looking at Master with disbelief. "You heard me, slave." I slowly sank to my knees, utterly humiliated that I was about to be made to suck off this gross man. Both men just leered down at me as I slowly unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly. I pulled down his pants and underwear to reveal a dick that looked like mine right now. I had to duck under his belly to even get it in my mouth. I started sucking, at least he was clean, and it started to grow. At full hardness it was about 4 inches. It didn't even reach near my throat. I sucked him as best I could, hoping to get this over with. "I bet you never imagined you'd ever have my dick in your mouth, did you? You little slut." Sneered the queen. "Bet you thought you were too good to serve a man like me didn't you? Well your Master is proving otherwise. He'll teach you your place, you dirty little whore. Suck me bitch. Eat my cum!" I wanted to cry, I felt so degraded. But the strangest this was, my dick got hard a little bit. Being degraded and humiliated was turning me on more than I ever thought. The nastier the queen talked to me, the harder I sucked his cock. "That's right bitch. Suck it like the nasty little cock whore you are!" He demanded. "You are nothing but a dirty, slutty, nasty, cumdump. Take my cum you worthless bitch. Swallow it like the piece of trash you are! EAT IT BITCH!" He yelled at me as he flooded my mouth with a surprisingly large load. My cock got hard and strained against it's new cage as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it into his groin, pumping his load into my mouth. When he finished, he pushed me off and said to Master, "Thank you for that." "And what do YOU say boy?" "Thank you Sir." I said, looking up at the queen. "Thank you for your cum." The old queen just laughed at me as he left the room. "Stay here boy." Master ordered me, leaving the room. Shortly he returned with the bear who was carrying a pair of leather shorts, the kind that zipped down the front and up the back. "Try these on boy." He said, handing them to me. They were a perfect fit. "So you said you're breaking him in?" asked the bear. "How many so far?" "Just 6 so far, and 2 are mine. But I've got him high as hell and horny as fuck. He'll be getting more today." "Excellent." said the bear, unzipping the back of my shorts. "Well of course I'm happy to contribute." The bear dropped his pants to reveal an almost already hard cock. " Hey boy!" he shouted. "Get in here!" The bear pulled the plug out of my ass as his boy entered the dressing room. " I've got a treat for you boy. We've got a brand new slave here getting broken in. I'm going to let him suck you off while I fuck him." The boy dropped his pants, revealing that he too was in chastity. "It's been a month for him this time, and he's been good. So what the hell. What's better than making a new slave suck off another slave?" The bear slid his cock into my hole as he handed his boy the key. The boy freed his cock and stuck it in my mouth. It didn't take long to get hard. I sucked it as hard as I could while the bear jackhammered my slavehole. Master just smiled watching me take two cocks for him for the first time. Not surprisingly the boy didn't take long to cum at all, soon filling my mouth with his copious load. I greedily swallowed it down. The bear fucked me hard and fast for probably 2 more minutes before he buried himself and pumped a fresh load into my increasingly slutty cumhole. "Clean my dick boy." he ordered his own slave. The boy sucked the cum and ass slime off his Master's cock, then locked his own back up. "I got him trained well." said the bear. "Thank you Sir's." I said. "Thank you for your cum." "Mines learning quick." said Master. "He's going to be good." We all pulled and zipped up our pants and left the dressing room. Master paid for his purchases, and as we left the old queen shouted, "Come back soon! We LOVE it when you bring your boys shopping with you." Master just laughed. We got in the car and started driving out of town.

Still my fantasy. My ideal relationship consists of a barebacking relationship where my partner arranges, determines and controls who cums in my ass. Makes me take as many loads as I can. Even better if he could find guys who liked fucking fem / cd btms. I have this fantasy of being bred, just to feel the cum drain out and soak my panties.

I have been gang banged a few times. Best was at Steamworks. I must have had 12 tops unload in my ass. After the first two it is easy.you hole is open and full of cum.no problem with guys going in after that. I was in asking. After that there was a huge puddle of cum on the floor that had dropped out of my ass

Part Three: A long two weeks and back to Atlanta I climbed back into my truck for the at least three hour drive home. Fuck, I thought, this cock cage is not gonna be fun. All the way home it rubbed and pulled and pressed in a rather uncomfortable way. But, I made it home safe and sound, finished up my homework, and ate with my unsuspecting grandparents. That night sleeping was the worst. Damn, my dick kept getting hard every time I fell asleep and then I would awake in excruciating pain. Somehow, I made it through the night. It was the same every night of that first week, I'd fall asleep and within an hour, be wide awake again with spikes in my dick. Thankfully, nothing eventful happened at school, and damn was I glad that ninth grade gym class was behind me. Explaining the cage wouldn't have been easy. Every night I slept with the plug in. Hell, by the end of the week, I sort of felt odd to even lay in bed without it in. I would come home, do chores (it's a farm, there are always chores...), eat and then go grab a shower before my cunt exercises. Even though I only had to do them every other night with the dildo, I was pretty much shoving it in every night. I mean damn, it was about the only sexual excitement I was gonna get, right? After homework and my exercises I headed straight to bed and shoved the plug in. On the Saturday night after I had been locked six days, something totally different happened. My grandparents had gone out to eat, and I was home alone and horny. Riding the dildo as usual, I felt like I had a sudden urge to piss. Sort of odd since I had just pissed before I started, so I didn't stop. Within minutes, the most intense orgasm I'd ever had suddenly rushed over me in waves! It was almost like every nerve in my body was tingling. Fuck jerking off, this was a thousand times better. I looked down, my soft cock was still securely locked away. Now I knew it was all worth it. Dad wanted another son, one that looked like a stud jock top to the world, but inside he craved cock shoved in his cunt, just hoping to get that total body orgasm. I knew then and there that my days of mindlessly jerking off were over. Only a cock in my cunt would satisfy me now. The next day I made it to a pay phone. It was Sunday, and although my grandparents were at church, they weren't too pushy if I was. I called Alex, "Bro, I had the most intense experience last night," I almost shouted into the phone. I explained to him what had happened. "Damn lil bro, that was faster than Dad and I had expected," Alex replied, "I don't know if Dad explained this to ya or not, but I'm gonna give you the whole story. What is happening to you is called 'cunting' and Rocky is going through it too. It's a hard process, but Dad loves a sweet ass that he can plow all night and not have to worry about you blowing your load and losing interest. I'm the same way. But, sad to say, poor Rocky hasn't had an orgasm yet like that. His cock just drips non stop. You're lucky its happened so fast." Alex continued to explain to me about what I was going through, and that the night time hard ons would slowly subside now too. But, he ended with a warning, "After today, don't use the dildo. Let's have you all horned up and ready for Dad next week with a big load in your balls," with that we hung up and I went home. Damn, now my only sexual outlet was basically gone for a week. I was an irritated mess that whole week. No dildo, no jerking off, just that damn butt plug. Honestly, it had already stretched me so much that I could slide it right in, no problem. Alex was right, the night time hard-ons did start to wane. By Friday, it dawned on me that I hadn't been hard in at least a day, which was a record for me. I couldn't wait until that night when I would be heading back to Atlanta to be with Dad and my brothers. Finally, the last school bell of the day rang and I was off! I got to Atlanta about 6 that evening. "You good and horned up Cheyenne?" Alex asked. "Fuck yeh. My damn dock is soaked through with pre cum already." "Well, let's get you cleaned up and ready to go. Dad's got a surprise for ya tonight." I headed for the shower. Rocky was just finishing up, shaving the last of his proud bro hair stubble off, and had a nice fucking hard on with a glistening bead of pre cum on the tip, but we both ignored it. We had to, since it was part of the 'cunting' process. He grabbed done ice water and grimaced as he plunged his dick in. Less than thirty seconds later, it was shriveled up. "Give me that fucking cock cage," he growled, clearly not happy about wearing it. But, he knew as well as I that Dad's word was the law. I handed him the cage just as Alex walked in. He relocked Rocky and then, after I was undressed, he unlocked me, "You got five minutes in there. Don't tough your cock except to wash it. I'll be back to help you shave since you're so new to it. We don't want to miss any spots." With that, he turned around and walked out. Five minutes later, I was out of the shower and clean everywhere. Alex then helped me shave, and just line Rocky, I got fucking hard as a rock. Erections are worse than useless when you can't do anything about them, not even wipe the string of pre cum hanging off. Just as Rocky had done, Alex plunged my rock hard dick into the ice water and thirty seconds later I was a limp as I could get. We reattached the cage and I got dressed. Less than five minutes later we were in the car and headed for Dad's house. We arrived at Dad's house and went in. There were several other hot guys there. "Looks like my baby boy has made it back fine," he said. I responded with an enthusiastic, "Yessir!" Rocky grabbed us some beers and we joined the group upstairs. There were two other guys about Alex and Rocky's age, roughly early to mid twenties. Their names were Jaden and Mark, and both became Dad's sons about the same time as Alex and Rocky. From the bulges in the jeans I could already tell that this was gonna be an interesting night. After finishing our beers, Dad wanted Rocky and I to shower again, which we did and then come downstairs ready to play. I was more than excited. When appeared downstairs there were a three other guys, all their thirties. From the biohazard tattoos they had, just like Rocky and Alex, it was clear that I was getting to meet more of the family. The dungeon was a bit different than it had been just two weeks ago. Tonight there was only one sling and the fisting bench. Nothing else. I was led up to the sling wearing nothing but a jock and my cage, then strapped in firmly. Dad announced, "Tonight we are going to fill Cheyenne with our DNA and fist it it to make it take. No loads go into Rocky except by my order. Cheyenne will get all of our toxic loads and the loads of your brothers that will get here later. Rocky is undergoing the 'cunting' process, so I want him fist fucked hard, brought to the edge, and left begging for more. Grab the medicine, son." Which Jaden quickly did. Both of us were to be slammed with a half gram to get us fucked up out of our minds. Dad took the syringe, looked me lovingly in the eyes, and said, "Welcome to the family," as he slowly unloaded the full half gram into me. Just before it hit, I glanced over to see Alex slamming Rocky. Fuck I felt the cough and then the burn! It started in my chest, then went down to my cunt, and seemed to exit out of my caged dick. "Damn, the boy can cum from just a slam!" Dad shouted. I had no idea at the time, but I'd just blown a load all over the place. Jaden got the key from Dad and unlocked me, " With that big of a slam, he ain't gonna get hard anyhow," and proceeded to slurp my cum up. He was right, the combination of the T and the training made me focus on one thing only -- getting fucked by my Dad and my brothers, taking as much poz cum in my cunt as I could. That night Dad started off the fucking, and by the end of the night I had gotten a load from all twenty of my brothers. Everyone of them looked me straight into the eyes as they dumped their toxic loads in me. Sometime, hours later as my last brother had fucked me, sans Rocky, I looked over as I heard a loud groan. "Fuck yeh, oh yeh, that feels fucking amazing in my cunt..." Rocky was almost screaming. His eyes rolled back and just as they did, cum started to run out of his cage. Marc, who had been fisting Rocky quickly wiped it into his hand, came over by my and started to work Rocky's cum into me as well. Then Alex said, "Time to make this DNA take" and grabbed some j lube to begin working his hand into me deep. He used very little for two reasons. First, he wanted to tear me a bit so I'd bleed, and second, with over twenty loads in me, I sure as fuck didn't need much lube. "Yeh lil bro, you got a nice sloppy cunt. Too bad Dad had to go to bed early because of his meeting tomorrow. He would love this. Nice, I see some blood. Gonna be a long two weeks for ya this time, being sick and all." After he got done, Jayden handed me two pills, shoved a huge plug in my cunt, and helped me to get down. He took me upstairs and I looked at him confused, " Why are we heading to Dad's bedroom?" "Lil bro, the weekend of your initiation, you get to sleep with Dad." When we got to Dad's bed, he helped me crawl in and the gave me a sot of something. It was almost daylight outside. When whatever it was hit me, I was totally out. When I awoke, it was mid afternoon. Dad had already come home from his meeting and my dick was locked back up. More to come...

Wow! The slam took me from zero to sixty in less than five seconds flat. After I got done coughing, I had the most intense desire to be fucked in all my life. All that I could manage to utter was "fuck yeh" over and over. Rocky helped me out out the chair and into the sling, while Alex was turning on TVs with porn on around the room. Instinctively, I reached down to grab my dick, but Dad grabbed my hands and used restraints to cuff both to the chains holding the sling up, saying "Boy, there is only my dick around this house, and if I choose, more. But, it's my choice, not yours. Tonight I'm gonna show you how much you'll love your cunt." Then, looking at Rocky, Dad said, "Grab me a bag and a suitable plug for your baby bro." Quickly complying, Rocky brought over the bag with the clear crystals, some lube, and a solid three inch black butt plug. "I think he can take this" he told Dad. Dad lubed up the plug and wiped some of the crystals on it, then began to work it slowly into my hole. Fuck did it burn, but Rocky stood beside me, tweaking my nips and telling me that everything will be good and that the plug was to help me relax for what would come later. "Wanna see something?" He asked. Nodding, which was about all I could manage after the slam and now even more being slowly worked into my hole, Rocky walked up to me and pulled his jock off to the side. Covering his dick was a cage of some sort. I looked puzzled. "It's a chastity cage, all of Dad's boys wear them when they are here. Only Dad and who he chooses are allowed to not wear one in his presence. Notice the keys on the chain around his neck? Those are for the cages that Alex and I have on right now. Since you're here, Dad will probably unlock of us tonight, but not both. I suspect you will have one before the weekend is out." With that he grinned and walked off to join Alex at the table where the syringes were. Just as he did, my cunt gave up its resistance and Dad got the plug in. Now I was plugged, high as a kite, and cuffed to a sling. My life was changing, and clearly for the better. Dad walked over and Alex, Rocky, and Dad prepped to slam their syringes. Dad went first, and as he did, both Rocky and Alex knelt before him taking turns on his cock. As the slam hit Dad, his dick grew to an impressive ten inches helped along by the two hot stud boys who were worshipping his manhood. As his rush subsided, Dad told Alex to stand, "Tonight, we need two tops, so I am going to unlock you" and with that took one of the keys and removed Alex's cage. Alex grabbed his slam, "Rocky, you know what to do" Dad said. Rocky moved over and began to worship Alex's cock. As it grew to its full potential, Alex repeated the same procedure as Dad. But for some reason, neither really coughed, they just got this evil look. Finally Rocky was allowed to do his slam. As he rushed I noticed that his jock was getting pretty wet with pre cum. "Rocky, join you lil bro in the sling" Dad ordered. He jumped right in. Dad walked up to me, slowly began to remove the plug. Damn, I felt an emptiness when it came out, but that was replaced by Alex's tongue as Dad watched and smiled. That was when I knew that I would become one of his boys. More to come...

I once pimped out one of the most stuck up, stacked, cocky, mouthy, lil' muther fukkers on the planet- he even had a goddamn III at the end of his name- as in blah blah blah blahthington the third We went to some real low rent shit shacks and I literally traded his his hole for : -single cigarettes -a tic tac -one canadian nickel and a half a can of beer. Then we went to the park with a big bag of food from mcdonalds, and he had to go ask the homeless guys if they would they show him their dicks in exchange for a sausage biscuit. Which immediately escalated into bent over a log, getting fucked up the ass for a 2 piece and a biscuit snack box It was the best birthday ever!

I usually hit a local tub in the big city's gay district on a Friday or Sat night. Weekends are always packed and there is often a line to check in. Fine, it's worth the wait knowing that my hole will try to drain every cock standing in line and that an endless supply of meat awaits inside. To me, there's nothing hotter than a big city tub on a weekend. The amount of anon sex is like a fucking cock and ass buffet. My favorite tub also has private gloryhole booths with locking doors. Sleazy sex. The kind of nasty sleazy sex that guys dream of. AND, an endless supply of it. Think about it for a second, taking raw cock after raw cock through a gloryhole in a big city tub. Most of them, if not all will shoot deep in my hole. I love the feeling of taking a raw anon cock and then feeling the vulnerability of when he shoots deep in my ass. I've just been violated by an anon cock in this sleazy scenario and I WANT MORE NOW! I love backing my hole up on a hard bare cock stuffed through a GH. The whole anon piggishness makes my knees go weak. I usually start my night playing in the GH booths until I've taken a few loads. Then I move on and cruise the hallways with the private small bedrooms. Some rooms have slings. The whole place is a fantasy sex dungeon complete with that sleazy vibe. The atmosphere adds to the piggishness of tha joint. Awhile back on a Friday night, I entered the tub and there was a short line of a few guys waiting to check in. As I took my place in line I immediately noticed one of these fellas didn't look like the others. Even fully clothed, I could see his thin body. Very thin, thin legs. But he had a gut. He looked at me and grinned. Very sunken cheeks and a overall weary look. This dude looked full-blown. I winked and grinned back. We both knew that we would be fucking each other silly within 15 minutes. That kind of mutual grin. Anyway, I checked in and rented a locker, stripped bare, donned my jock and a cock ring, lubed my hole, grabbed my poppers and threw my towel over my shoulder. I had a specific man in mind. The place was packed. Even with hot cock everywhere I looked, I wanted Mr. Gaunt. Knowing that tub was a large complex, I decided to head-up to the third floor where the GH booth area is located, and which I've almost always found action going on. I hit the third floor and, as I expected, the GH area was packed with guys cruising and booth doors opening and closing. Then I spotted Mr Gaunt. He had just hit the area and we made eye contact. As soon as he saw me, he spun and headed toward and open GH booth with an open booth next to it. Knowing it wouldn't remain open for long, I damn near ran into that fuckin' booth and shut the door and locked it, dropped my jock and hit my poppers. Gawd my head was swimming. In ecstasy I dropped down on my knees to look through the GH. I could barely see him because it was kind of dark. I saw him undo his towel and drop it. Out flopped a nice sized, semi-hard uncut dick. I offered my popper bottle through the large GH (which tells you had badly I wanted him). He took a large long hit and passed the bottle back to me. I took another huge hit as he fed his hardening uncut poz cock through the hole. Head a-swimmin from JJ poppers, in one fell swoop I inhaled his cock, all the way to the base. He got hard as a steel rod in my throat. When I finally pulled it out after a good deep throat fuck that had strings of spit running down my jaw, he was a solid seven to eight inches, uncut with a long-hanging foreskin. Naturally, after sharing another hit of poppers, I chewed on his foreskin for several minutes. He was starting to shake so I knew it was time. I stood up, spun around, and spread 'em wide, and backed-up on that toxic poz rod. I slid down on his poz cock inin one, slow, smooth, enjoyable swoop until I felt his warm poz belly. I had hit bottom. It's worth noting the GH at the tubs are big enough to get cock balls, as well as a bit of the dude's belly through the hole, so a talented bottom can really bottom out and take a pig deep. A deep huff of JJ poppers and I started thrusting my ass in and out on his cock. Then he took over. I backed my ass up til the wall stopped it flat and spread 'em wide. I held it like that as he started pounded in and out. Deep strokin me. I could feel it through his cock. My ass sent it back. The vibe of when two pigs breed and pass that toxic DNA. I gripped my hole down on his fat strokin' cock and I heard him moan as his fuck pace quickened. I hit the poppers once again, and clenched my hole down like I was going to bite that fat poz cock off. I heard him moan something incoherent as his fuck pace got even faster. Then his hips started lurching and he started growling and I felt the warm blast as he exploded warm ropes of poz sperm deep in my ass. He kept flooding me til his cock got extra slippery from his cum. My hole drank Mr. Gaunt's poz balls dry. I felt some running down my leg. It was very warm. He plowed it deep and continued to shake for awhile. I loved feeling his still hard cock twitch and spasm until he went soft. He pulled out and I stood there in a fucking daze. I was hard as a rock myself. Having just experienced one of my hottest fucks, ever. I needed to go find a bottom to relieve myself after that. Damn. I love my city! Sure enough, several weeks later I came down with a horrid flu. Fevers, shakes, shits, joint aches, body aches, waking in a puddle of sweat.... GH sex in a big city tub. It's hard to find hotter sex.

I love sloppy holes especially when they are dripping with cum and piss. Perfect for eating and fucking.

I went to the baths Sunday morning to work out and meet with a Bottom who never showed up. I walked around after my workout, getting stiffer by the second, and passed a room with the door open. Three guys were screwing in there. The youngest was a major Pig Bottom with an Ass so sexy I was sure it must already be bursting with Cum. I stroked my Meat; and the guy nearest the door, the Pig's Lover, invited me in. The 3rd Dude, a Muscle Guy whom I’d POZZED the year before, was plowing the Bottom. I was in for some serious Butt Fucking. The good-looking Lover told me the Kid was a “major Cum Slut,” and was whoring him out. One stipulation: “Guys wearing CONDOMS need NOT apply”. The Muscle Guy pulled out, and I rammed my Meat up the Kid's Hole. The Kid roared in pain, but his Lover bellowed at him to shut up. He told me if the Kid continued ’making a scene’ to fuck the shit out of him. The Boy loaded up on Poppers till he turned red in the face, and I got to the brink and pulled out. I wanted to build up a truly lethal dose of POZ Jizm. I asked Lover Boy if the Kid were POZ or NEG. He didn't know and couldn’t have cared less. The little Whore just wanted Cum up his Ass. I told the Punk I was going to flood his SHITTER with POZ SPOOGE. The Boy squirmed maniacally, trying to push me off; but his Lover thwarted his efforts, pressing his knees to his chest, urging me to POZ FUCK the little Cunt. After I shot, Muscle Dude shoved his Cock in the Kid's Hole, and with my Load for Lube, POZ FUCKED the Kid too. My Bud hadn’t let on that he was POZ, but later admitted that all that POZ talk had gotten him horny as hell. We bred the Kid several times. For good measure, I screwed Muscle Dude, too, then returned to my room for a nap.

... and then pouring all the mixed loads of the cum from the fleshlight into your gaping hole? Hot

I love getting fucked by strangers. A week ago I was at the Baths. After a shower, I left the door open, turned off the light, and lay face down on the mattress with my legs spread. I had only to wait a few minutes until he came in. He fingered my Hole, and, shortly thereafter, replaced them with a good-sized Cockhead. I took a deep hit of my Poppers as he pressed in and whispered, "You want my raw Dick up your Pussy?" "Yeah, Man! Fuck me! Use my Mancunt!" He pounded me hard with quick, powerful strokes, his Death Stick pounding my flaccid Mancunt. I clamped my Ass Muscles about his Toxic Shaft, bringing him to the brink of climax. "Oh yeah, Fuckin' Whore! Want me to breed your Pussy?" "Please, sir. Gimme your Seed! Fill me up!" "FUCK YEAH! HERE CUMS! TAKE MY DEATH SEED!" He spasmed incessantly, filling my Asscunt with his Semen. After he had pumped the last of his Load, he collapsed on top of me. He lay motionless, not moving a muscle. Were it not for his hard Shaft within me, I would have thought he were deceased. Another minute and he began to fuck again. Jesus, he was an impassioned Fucker! After I took a few more deep hits of my Poppers, I wished the ride would never end. Having him in me was great and natural. I couldn't get enough of his FuckMeat! "I'm gonna breed you again! I can't help myself! Tell me you want another Load!" "Yeah, Man, goddamn it! I want EVERYTHING you got to offer." "Then EVERYTHING it shall be!" he exclaimed, thrusting in deeper. "Take my DIRTY SEED!" There it was—all the cards on the table. With all the hints and innuendo, I had no doubt about his Status and didn't give a shit. All that mattered was Cock and his Semen. I figured sooner or later I'd have to pay. Nothing worthwhile cums free. After awhile he pulled out, thanked me, and made his exit. I lay there, exhausted and sated, and fell asleep. When I awoke, there was a note on the floor. I turned up the room lamp to read it and was both fascinated and entranced. "Hi, and thanks again for the meating! “I knocked, but there was no answer, so I slipped this beneath your door. "One thing I forgot to mention. You probably already guessed. Anyway, I better cum clean. "I've had HIV for a while now. Last week the Doc said I’ve got AIDS. He says I may be a day late and a dollar short, since I’ve already used all the common Meds. "So you may want to get tested; and if you test POZ, check your resistance. I'm sorry I didn't around to this earlier; but, frankly, I just needed to fuck. "If, by chance, you want to try it again, I think I can find the time. I’m always here on Wednesdays—same time, same place, same station. Below you’ll find my email address." If you think I was chilled to the bone by such audacity, you don’t know where I’m cumin’ from. Actually I got a hardon. Besides it took plenty of gumption to admit to such a grand deception, and I halfway admired the Man! Again and again I reread his missive. He’d read me right. Carefully, I tucked it in my wallet. I knew I would be there the following Wednesday. The only question was whether to e-mail him before then.

Another favorite!! This 19yo boy already has multiple loads in his ass and now another top fucks all those loads out. You can see huge loads of cum dripping out of his ass. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=0ZknI-G448-