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THE CORRUPTION CONTINUES CHAPTER ONE After the scene at the bistro, Pat’s relationship with his bitch wife was officially over. In an effort to end things quickly, he actually convinced the cunt to take the house (including the majority of the contents) and her shiny sports car as her settlement. No alimony to hold over his head for years to come, just a clean break. And trust me, she’s the kind of parasite who would milk him for alimony until the day he died. Pat continued to stay at the cheap motel he’d been checked into the night he came to me, even though we spent most of our free time together now. He blocked out all of his buddies who tried calling him to ask him, “What the fuck?” when they heard about his divorce. Not to mention the fact that his skank ex-wife felt no shame in spreading the word that he was a faggot now. Little did she know how bad that made her look. She could have had the sexiest man in town all her own, but she couldn’t keep him happy. In fact, I made sure that word spread that she practically pushed him into my arms. And bed. It took so little effort to let everyone know that she was a shrill, frigid, caustic shrew who knew less about pleasing a man than the butchest of diesel dykes. The other reason Pat insisted on keeping the motel room long-term is because he liked the seedy nature of it. We fucked there often, making sure that people walking past or in nearby rooms could hear two guys fucking like animals. He had gone from ‘so naive’ to ‘such a pig’, it made my head spin. And my heart flutter. Despite the motel room, he basically lived with me. All of his clothes were at my place. That’s really all he took away from his marriage. That and his truck. And all of his tools. He was a man who works with his hands and needs his tools to work. He didn’t want anything else from the house. His clothes, his truck, his tools, and his dignity. What more does a horny single hunk need? With no bickering, his divorce was final after a month. After that everything changed. Pat had really gotten to love having a pig at his disposal. I literally sucked his dick anywhere he wanted, and bent over for a fuck anywhere he needed. Basically any time we were in his truck, I was leaning over and sucking him off or slathering his balls. We fucked beside his truck in a packed parking lot, and only one guy walked past us and grunted, “Faggots” at us. He was smiling, though, so he wasn’t going to cause us any problems. He fucked me in public bathrooms, clothing store change rooms, adult book stores and bath houses, cruising parks. Anywhere and everywhere. I was a slut in HEAVEN. But with the finalization of his divorce, Pat took a turn for the darker. He had started paying more attention to the guys around us while we were pigging out. Mostly at the bath houses and book stores, he started to notice some of the men who he hadn’t seen fuck me yet. Well, actually, we’d been fucking so much that he hadn’t told me to take any other cocks since those first couple of meetings. Since we were more ‘together’ it’s just been us. Until he started looking around at other guys who seemed to want in on the action. The sick looking guys. Skinny, wasting, gaunt, with KS lesions. He started asking me questions about them one night as we lay in bed after a particularly satisfying fuck session. “They have AIDS, don’t they?” he asked me, his arms around me, holding me tight to his body while we spooned. “I’m sure some of them do,” I sighed. “Does it ever worry you? You’ve let me encourage you to take loads from a few strangers and I never once thought about what it could be doing to you.” We had already discussed we were both negative shortly after our first fuck session, so he had an idea of what we might be getting into. Although his concern was seriously sweet, it was also getting me royally horny again, and I couldn’t help but shove my ass back towards his cock, which I found, had begun to fill out once again while we talked. “I lived too much of my life worried about the consequences. And I never had any fun,” I told him. “That’s why I started going to the book stores and being a slut. I know enough to know that it isn’t a death sentence, and the guys I know who are infected fuck like you wouldn’t believe. I always felt like I was missing out.” “But those guys who are sick . . . they could die, right? So it still could be a death sentence,” he pointed out. “Yeah, but some men who have full-blown AIDS have let themselves get to that point. They love having the virus so powerful in their systems. It’s a high for a lot of guys.” I continued to rub my ass on his now-hard cock, hoping he’d take the hint. Pat reached around and grabbed hold of my own rock-hard throbbing dick, and he laughed. “Fuck, feels like you might love it, too. Are you seriously this turned on because we’re talking about AIDS?” “I guess I am,” I replied, reaching back and lining him up with my already-cum-sloppy hole until he started to sink back into me. I was surprised to feel Pat get even bigger and harder inside of me, and he growled sexily in my ear as he began to ram me harder from behind. Normally getting fucked on my side wasn’t my favorite position, but this was feeling damn good to me. Intimate. “Uh! It -feels like -uh! like you -uh! enjoy it too!” I managed to grunt out between his urgent thrusts. Pat’s grip around me got much tighter, as if he was trying to possess me, get as deep as he could into my greedy pig hole. “Fucking right,” he grunted. “Let’s do it.” “Do what?” I asked. I knew the answer, but I really wanted to hear him say the words. “Get AIDS. Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he roared, squeezing me to him as his balls drained their payload into me. After we came back down and got our breathing under control, I rolled over so we were face to face, kissed him, and then just stared into his beautiful eyes. Pat reached up and caressed the side of my face and smiled at me. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” “Get infected, you mean?” I asked, to which he nodded. “I always expected it to happen sooner or later, so I’m fine with it. I just wasn’t sure if it was something you would be okay with.” “It scares the fuck out of me, I’m not gonna lie. But....” He stopped and looked down towards his crotch and then back up at me and grinned. “I think that says it all.” I glanced down. His cock as throbbing hard once again. Clearly he liked the idea as much as I. “Okay, then. Looks like we have a consensus,” I laughed.

I have this thing for inked boys. It must be the old story of opposites attracting, since I'm such a clean-cut prep. I just love bad boys. At the baths, it was getting late on a Sunday afternoon. Most of the action happens before 6, and I didn't get there until around 4. Not much going on in the rooms, so I headed for the sauna, which is pretty much my favorite scene anyway. There he was. Slim, trim, blond, scruff, cocky, and with several tats. I scooted up onto the upper bench around the corner, just so I could check him out and not appear to be staring. An older dude came in and started playing with the bad boy's cock. And the kid just reached up, put his hand on the back of his head, and forced him down on his cock. I couldn't see much else, except when the sauna door opened, and the light from outside spilled in. The dude giving head must not have done a great job, cuz he was dismissed after only a few minutes. The left the inked dude solo on the bench. His legs were spread after getting serviced, and he was still showing a really nice hard cock. I made my move. I love sucking cock, and I wanted this guy's load. I gave him my best effort, and I loved hearing him grunt with approval. Grunts led to moans, and he leaned over, and put his head down by mine. I could feel the nice scruff on my ear as he whispered, "we're going to my room. I gotta head out soon. It's number 13." Turns out it was lucky 13. In his room, he kicked back and told me to get between his legs. Love raking the hair on a dude's shins while I'm nursing his cock. That also let me nuzzle the inked areas on his thigh. I asked him if I was doing a good job, and he just held my head down, saying "don't stop, bro." After a while, he was reaching forward and playing with my hole. He told me to turn around and suck him while he rimmed me. FUCK, that was amazing, and I never felt anything so good. His beard was in my crack, and his tongue was better than most fingers. Amazing. He must have liked it, too, since he asked if I ever got fucked. Silence. I knew I wanted it, and it's not every day that a younger kid wants to fuck an older guy. He slid out from under me, told me to stay kneeling, adding that my hole was so sweet, he had to just try playing with it with his cock. That's what he did, and since I was all slicked up from his deep rimming, my hole was wet and hungry. The kid's cock was beautiful, and I was totally turned on knowing an inked boy was about to breed me raw. He pressed the head of his cock against my ass, found the perfect angle and approach, and slid in. Slow but without stopping. FUCK, it was hot. Then he started rocking, pushed me down so I was lying flat, and started to pick up the pace. It was a fantastic fuck. His beard felt so sexy on the back of my neck as he started talking nasty about filling up a tight ass with cum. It was hot imagining a jock dude doing push-ups over my ass, feeling his sweaty legs against the back of mine, and tasting the salt on his arm. He pounded and then stopped, pounding once again--I guess to make sure his load went deep inside. I carried that load around for the next hour or so, hoping to find another top dude half as hot. I really hope he's there again sometime. I didn't catch his name, but he was totally cute, like a man/boy, and like all good 20somethings, full of cum and happy to share it. Lucky 13 indeed.

I was attending the cocktail hour in the hospitality suite for a leather run in Atlanta, casually mixing and mingling. I noticed him the moment he walked in the room. He was early 50's, average height, tight body, balding, bearded, and greying. HOT! He moved through the space with a quiet confidence...not arrogance. This was a man in control of himself and his situation. I wanted time with that man. How to play it? I could tell he would not respond to being approached. No. I t had to happen organically...but nothing said I couldn't provide a gentle nudge. I played it cool and continued meeting and greeting the attendees. My orbits crossed his a couple of times and I gave him a look of interest, tempered with a slight smile. His face was stone. But eventually it happened. We found ourselves standing together. I introduced myself simply and with a firm handshake. He said his name was Ben. "My pleasure," I replied, holding his gaze. Minimal small talk ensued, however all the while his steel grey eyes revealing nothing. I told him I liked the way he moved. Even though he was in control of his reaction, I could tell he hadn't received that compliment before and that he appreciated hearing it. "Oh yes?" he asked, giving me an opportunity to speak with him a moment longer. I told him a real man says by the way he moves than by his words. How his silence speaks more than his words. Despite his best efforts, I could tell...I had read him correctly. But I was at risk of saying too much. I could tell he was ready to move on. And I didn't want to turn into a once attractive pest. So I dismissed myself with, "See you later Big Ben," accompanied by a look at his crotch, bestowing a knowing smile. There was some fun throughout the evening. As the early morning hours came around I moved just inside the door of the dark room, where I stripped to my jock and waited just to one side beyond the entrance. I ignored all the others coming and going, passing up some offers. I was content to wait and my patience paid off when he walked in. I didn't hesitate but pulled him to me and against the wall so only the left side of his face illuminated by the open doorway. I kissed him full tongue. He was responsive. I worked his jeans and hauled out a long FAT hooded cock. "I knew it was BIG BEN," I remarked as I hit my knees. I sucked him hard. His cock was very responsive, and within minutes it filled my mouth and my throat. It was MASSIVE. I gave that man my best deep throat suck. My eyes were tearing from the strain. He anchored my head with his hands, so effectively I wasn't sucking him, instead he was in control and fucking my face. Then, I saw it in the hold darkness: a beautiful scorpion tattoo just above and to the right of his fuck pole. Oh, fuck yeah. Now more than ever, I wanted this man inside me. To ride BIG BEN. I started laying down spit, coating his cock until it was dripping. And, when he gave me the chance, I got to my feet, turned around, hands against the wall, offering him my fuck hole. He didn't hesitate, driving his rod into my ass in one long slow stroke. I moaned and bent over more to give him full access. The man started fucking me with full fury. I was in pig heaven. His was relentless. I encouraged him urging "Yeah...piston fuck my hole, man! Fuck it like you own it!" He was long dick slap fucking me from behind like there was no tomorrow. Men gathered to watch him brutally fuck my ass cunt. Several men started jacking themselves, but none approached - the intensity and savagery of what they were witnessing would not allow it. “Tell me what you want!”, he yelled - intending both I and the audience would hear my answer. “Your cum. Please, breed me,” I replied in a full voice. His log-splitter was ripping my hole apart. The sound flesh slapping against flesh calling others to witness the inevitable. ”NO! Tell me what you REALLY want!” he commanded. ”OH FUCK! CLAIM ME WITH THAT DIRTY SEED, FUCKER! POZ MY FAGGOT CUNT!!” That did it. He let out a growl, his nails dug into my flesh, and he filled me with his toxic cum. His body shook, trembled. His cock still buried deep inside my ass. I felt the heat of fully charged seed planted deep in my guts. I felt him CHURN his seed with purpose...GRINDING it deeper into me...until he was satisfied. Satisfied in every way. Too soon, I felt his hands releasing me as his major meat ripped out of my hole, leaving me empty. I fell forward, against the wall, turned and slid down breathlessly. I looked up at this man who had just claimed my ass as his property. He was stuffing his fat cock back into his jeans. In the half light, I saw his cold steel eyes looking down at me impassively. His face was stone. A cipher evaluating his work...his dirty deed. Without another word, he stepped away. The gathered crowd parted as he exited the room. I never saw him again.

Part 7 - Cat’s out of the bag Joe’s jaw dropped and eyes went wide. He was stunned. Finally he said “You’re poz? Why didn’t you tell me?” Mark laughed, “I just told you I was gay yesterday. We really didn’t get any farther than coming out to each other and its not something you tell someone right away.” After a pause Joe asked “So did you just fuck me last night or did you cum in me?” “Oh you got a big load deep inside” Mark answered. Joe started to get excited and said “Fuck yeah. You really think you did it? Pozzed me up? Oh fuck that would be so hot having my brother be the one that charges me up and makes me into a poz pig.” Mark felt his cock twitch and start to stiffen and said “Maybe. You wouldn’t be the first guy I fucked once and they converted.” Joe kept getting more excited and said “Who said anything about once. I want you to fuckin’ breed my ass every hour ’til you have to go home.” Mark and Kyle both laughed. “I want you to fuck me right now and see if I can remember which cock you were,” Joe said as he pulled his tank top off and dropped his gym shorts. Picking them up he headed for the hallway and said “Come on, let’s go.” Kyle got up and followed Joe. Mark gave a grin and finally got up and followed the two to the second bedroom. Joe opened the door and went in and Kyle and Mark followed. Mark was amazed at what he saw. The room was divided in two with a sling on a stand on one side and a rubber lined floor area on the other with an inflatable mattress on it. Across from the sling was a St. Andrews cross attached to the wall. The closet doors were off with bookshelves in the closet lined with various toys. “Damn!” Mark exclaimed. “You dirty little perv. Bet this is lots of fun.” “Yeah, we have a lot of fun in here” said Kyle as he was rubbing his cock through his shorts. Joe was digging through a box and pulled out a leather harness and slipped it on. As he snapped the last strap, Mark saw two biohazard symbols, one on each of the top straps. The grin on Joe’s face was huge and he hopped in the sling and wiggled into position and put his feet into the straps. “Get out of those clothes and let’s fuck! I need more of that dirty seed inside me” Joe commanded. Kyle quickly shed his clothes and grabbed the lube. Mark looked around for a blindfold. Not finding one he grabbed Kyles t-shirt and walked up to Joe and wrapped it around his head. Once Joe couldn’t see, Mark spotted some cuffs and a couple carabiners and locked Joes hands on to the chains of the sling. Kyle was grinning at Mark’s prep work and handed him a real blindfold from a box. Mark bent over Joe and swapped the t-shirt for the blindfold over Joe's eyes. Now that Joe was ready, Mark stripped and stroked his half hard cock the rest of the way. Kyle’s cock was already stiff. Mark whispered a few words to Kyle and walked up to Joe and caressed his hole with lube. Adding a bit more lube he pushed his finger into Joe’s hungry hole and felt it clamp down on his finger. He stuffed two fingers into Joe’s pussy and twisted them around. Backing away he said “Joe you are going to get two cocks in you. You need to tell me which one fucked you in the club last night. If you’re right I will keep breeding you until I leave, almost surely pozzing you up. Get it wrong and I won’t fuck you again.” Mark pushed Kyle towards Joe and Kyle pushed his lubed cock into Joe’s hole slowly. He thrust in a few times leaving some neg precum deep inside his boyfriend and pulled out. Mark was tempted to push Kyle back to fuck Joe a second time and try and trick him, but he really wanted to fuck his brother again. So he approached Joe and unlike his normal penetration where he would play with his PA on the guys hole before going in, he just went for it. Slowly he slid his cock into Joe’s hole, pausing only a moment after the head was inside Joe’s first ring. Joe gasped and let out an “OH FUCK!” Then Mark took a few more thrusts getting deeper each time. On the fourth thrust he pushed in all the way and pulled out. Standing back next to Kyle, Mark asked “Was it number one or number two?” Joe was quick to answer “Fuck, it was number two. That fuckin’ cock tore me up last night.” Kyle said “I know, bro, it feels great doesn’t it?” Joe responded with a quizzical “Huh?” before continuing “I couldn’t take the next cock after it and had to get up. Some of the guys were pissed they didn’t get a chance to fuck me. And what the fuck are you talking about Kyle?” Mark and Kyle laughed and Mark explained “The hookup I had yesterday before meeting you after class turned out to be Kyle. I gave him a quick pump and dump downstairs. You should have seen our faces when I came to see you and he opened the door and I found out who I bred.” “So I was right, huh?” said Joe. “Mmmhmm” Mark replied. “Then get that hole wrecker over here and knock me up!” Mark grabbed his underwear and a bottle of poppers, pouring a little onto a corner of the shorts. He then walked over and held the bottle under Joe’s nostril, closing the other one. “Breathe.” Joe took a big hit. “Again.” Joe complied. “Open your mouth," upon which Mark stuffed his underwear into Joe's mouth, leaving the popper soaked section just under his nose. Standing between Joe’s legs he reached over Joe, his cock pushing between Joe’s ass cheeks, and removed the blindfold. Tossing it to the floor, he leaned back and played with Joe’s hole. “You don’t get any more lube - its dry or cum for lube from now on” Mark stated. He grabbed the lower straps on the harness and tugged, slamming his cock deep into his brother’s hole. Joe’s hole clamped down tight around Mark’s shaft as Joe let out a muffled scream. “Yeah, is that what you crave Joe? A toxic cock slamming in and ripping your cunt apart so my seed can infect you and make you into just another poz casualty?” He pulled all the way out and slammed back in. Joe screamed again and Mark could see the sweat start to pour out of his body. “Breathe” and Joe did. Mark looked in his brother’s eyes and saw him begging for more. 'He’s gonna be one toxic fucker soon' Mark thought. Mark pulled back with just the head inside Joe’s hole before he pounded the hole with five or six hard thrusts each time watching the sling pull his brother off until Mark tugged back on the chains. Mark pulled Joe tight against him, his cock deep inside and leaned forward. With his head close to Joe’s face he said “Two things I expect of guys I charge up - no meds for at least a year and you gotta share your new gift. You good with that?” Joe nodded in agreement. “Good.” Mark smiled and leaned back. He started drilling Joe’s ass letting the sling do most of the work with the occasional hard slam into his brother’s hole. He looked down and saw Joe’s swollen ring around his cock. He pulled out and saw a gaping hole and streaks of blood on his cock. Shoving his cock back in he started to pound harder and faster. His cock kept nudging the second ring and each time Joe would squirm and yell out into his gagged mouth. He continued to fuck until his balls started to churn and his cock begin to swell, Mark started to grunt. Kyle stood at the side watching his boyfriend get pummeled even harder than Mark had fucked him the day before and stroked his cock in unison with Mark’s thrusts. Finally Mark shoved in hard, his piercing driving through Joe’s second ring and holding Joe tight as volley after volley of Mark’s poison pumped into Joe’s ravaged chute. The orgasm was one of the biggest Mark could remember - almost s big as the first toxic one he had given Eric a few weeks earlier. He bucked his hips a few more times and fell on top of Joe’s chest, his cock still deep inside his brother. When his breathing slowed back to normal and his cock started to soften, Mark stood up and pulled his cock out slowly, catching any cum that escaped. He left Joe in the sling and pulled his underwear from Joe’s mouth. Joe was gasping. “Thanks, bro” was all he could say between gulps of air. Mark moved back and leaned against the wall, his sweat gluing him to it. He too was gasping. He looked down and his cum and blood covered cock just hung there throbbing. Kyle moved over and dropped to his knees and began licking Mark’s shaft up and down. Any place that Kyle could find cum he licked and sucked it off. A few minutes passed and Kyle was on his knees looking up at him like a puppy. Mark grabbed Kyle’s arm and pulled him up and pushing towards Joe. “Fuck him and breed him. Use my charged cum as lube” Mark said to Kyle. “Yes, Sir,” Kyle responded, sliding his hard cock into his boyfriend and started to fuck him. He knew he wouldn’t last long since he had been edging while Mark had fucked Joe. “Slower, make it last. Let your cock soak in my load” and Kyle slowed down as he was told. Suddenly Kyle felt a finger spreading his ass apart and rubbing his hole. The finger went away and came back with a little bit of lube and pressed into his hole. Joe was swinging back and forth in the sling, bouncing off Kyle’s body. He felt Mark spread his feet wider and move up behind him. Due to the height difference, Mark was squatting down. Mark ran his cock up and down Kyle’s crack. Kyle knew what was about to happen and wasn’t sure if he was scared or excited. He didn’t have to think long when Mark shoved his cock into Kyle’s hole. “You wanted to do it again, you got your wish” Mark whispered in his ear. Mark started to thrust into Kyle just as Joe was bottoming out on Kyle's cock, pushing Joe away. It took a few tries to get the timing right, but they did and Mark was tearing into Kyle just like the day before. Mark couldn’t last long like this and his balls quickly readied their poison. He grabbed Kyle from behind and drove his cock into him as hard as he could and unloaded five spurts of virus laden seed into Kyle. As soon as Kyle felt Mark shoot he started to unload inside Joe. Kyle’s orgasm milked a few extra spurts out of Mark. As the orgasms faded they both looked at Joe who had a big smile on his face which was covered in his own cum. Mark pulled out of Kyle and Kyle pulled out of Joe. All three were drenched in sweat. Mark undid Joe’s cuffs and helped him out of the sling. Kyle was rummaging through a box and pulled out two butt plugs and handed the bigger one to Joe. Kyle spit on his and bent over and pushed it in. Joe just bent over and used the cum dripping out of his hole to help it slide in. The three went into the living room and Kyle threw down a blanket. They all laid down on the blanket, spooning each other with Joe in the middle and his brother behind him. Soon, they were all asleep. Mark woke up and went into the bathroom. He climbed into the shower and turned it on. Letting the hot water spray over his body he pissed down the drain. As he started to soap his body up, the curtain opened and Joe stepped in. Joe hugged his brother tight and looked up at him with a smile. Grabbing the soap from Mark he started to wash his brother, covering every inch of his body. His hands roamed over Mark’s body and his eyes were not behind. Joe examined the tattoos and then kneeled down and looked at the piercing. He played with it with his fingers and watched it rotate in Mark’s cockhead. As he finished washing and Mark rinsed off, Mark took the soap back and started to wash his little brother’s body. When he got down to Joe’s butt, he bent Joe over and pulled the plug out of his ass. Some pink slime oozed out of Joe’s hole and down his leg soon to be washed away. Mark said “Good. A lot of the cum has already been absorbed into your system.” They finished their shower and dried off, walking back to the living room naked to see Kyle still sleeping. Mark and Joe smoked some pot and talked a lot, mostly about how Mark got pozzed and the people he has infected since. Joe wanted to hear about each guy’s pozzing and how many times he fucked them and how long it took before they got sick. Mark told Joe about Eric and that he had been breeding Eric for a couple weeks now, but he hadn’t gotten sick yet and warned Joe that not everyone gets noticeably sick when they convert. Joe then started asking about the tattoos. Mark explained what they meant to him and how they got done. At one point Joe went to the bedroom and came back with some drawings and handed them to Mark. “This is what I want for my first one” Joe stated. Mark looked over the drawings which were pretty detailed, and asked “Did you draw these? You’ve been thinking about this for a while, huh?” “Yeah I did. I’ve been thinking about it for a couple years. I didn’t know you had tats until you showed up yesterday. I just can’t afford it until I graduate and get a real job” explained Joe. “Well, these are pretty complex. You would have to do several sessions to get all of it done. And there’s healing time between. Have you found anyone yet to do the work?” Mark asked. Joe just shook his head no. “There’s the guy I used when I got my first two tats my senior year. He’s really good. I wonder if he’s still here,” Mark mused. A quick google and they had their answer. Mark made a call and talked to Thad. He texted over the drawings that Joe had made and asked what he thought and how long. Thad said he’d take a better look and call him back. About 20 minutes later he got a call back and they worked out a plan. Thad said it would take four sessions to do it and gave Mark a price. Mark asked if they could stop by the next day and start. Thad pushed back and said he was really busy, but in the end agreed if they could do it earlier in the day. They agreed on 11:00 AM. Joe looked at his brother confused. “I told you I can’t afford it right now. Why did you set up an appointment?” Mark just smiled and said “First one is on me.” Mark picked his phone up again and said “I have an idea. Interested in a small orgy?” “Of course” Joe replied, adding “but that's going to take a lot of work and time to set up.” “You just need the right incentives” Mark said wryly. Mark thumbed through his contact list, selected one and tapped out a message and hit send. Mark then sent a second message to another contact and set the phone down. “That’s it? Just two people?” asked Joe. “I want just a select few people there and I think each of them will bring one or two others. And there’s the three of us. Sometimes its quality not quantity” Mark explained. “Fuck, I gotta clean the apartment then. I don’t want people to see it this messy” said Joe. Mark laughed “But its okay for me to see it like this? Jeez. Don’t worry, my hotel room is perfect for a small group fuck party.” Mark’s phone dinged and he looked at it and smiled “There’s one RSVP.” A few minutes later his phone dinged again and Mark checked it out “There’s the other. I hope you don’t have any plans for 3:00 PM tomorrow. I’d have to share my seed with someone else if you do,” he said with a smirk. Mark looked over at Joe with a mischievous grin. He got up and nodded towards the playroom. Joe jumped to his feet and hurried to the room. His ass still was sore from the earlier fuck but he didn’t care. He needed to make sure he got as much cum from his brother as possible. Mark looked around and tossed the harness back to Joe, who put it on. Mark found the cuffs again and put them on Joe’s wrists. Mark led him over to the cross and locked the cuffs to the top of the cross with Joe facing the wall. Mark pushed two fingers into Joe’s fuck hole and commented “Pretty dry there. You must have soaked the rest up. Do you want more?” Joe moaned “Hell yeah.” Mark decided he needed a bit of lube. Any other chaser he would have just shoved in dry, but this was his brother and he didn’t want to hurt him any more than he had to to share his bug. He dripped some spit on his cock, lubing himself. Spitting another dollop on his cock, he positioned himself at his brother's puffy opening. His chest was resting against his brother’s back and he whispered in Joe’s ear “What do you want?” As Joe replied “More poz cum” Mark thrust his cock back inside Joe’s ravaged pussy, pumping away, fucking his little brother a bit less brutally than earlier. His cock was sore and he knew that Joe was in pain, but he needed to do this. Part of his brain said it was wrong, yet he was extremely turned on trying to poz up his brother. Sex usually wins over rational thought. Mark started to pound faster and felt another load start to brew. The cross was squeaking and Joe grunted each time he shoved in. Joe’s hole definitely felt different than when he had fucked him in the club last night. It was really abused and Joe was struggling to work his ass muscles on Mark’s cock. He looked over and there was Kyle in the doorway stroking his cock as Mark drilled Joe. Mark felt his balls start to tighten and piston fucked his brother quickly before he grabbed Joe tightly and shoved his cock in deep. It was a smaller load than earlier but probably just as deadly. He heard Kyle groan as he shot his load all over the floor. As Mark’s spurts of cum stopped he thrust in a few more times and slowly pulled his cock out. He unlocked Joe’s hands and the three of them went back to the living room, collapsing on the blanket. The guys rested a while until Mark got up, asking “You guys hungry? Lets go grab a bite to eat.” They showered again and dressed and hopped in Mark’s car and headed down town. Mark parked the car and they went in to a restaurant. It was one of Mark’s favorites from his days in school there. Joe and Kyle looked at each other and said simultaneously “Thai food?” Mark chuckled “Yeah, its better than fast food or more pizza, its spicy and some of these Thai boys are really cute.” They sat down at a table and a waiter came up and giving them menus and water. Mark looked up at the guy who was exactly what he had hoped for - a cute Thai guy, shorter, maybe 5 foot 6 at the most, thin, with jet black hair and a wicked smile. He introduced himself as Steven and explained a few specials. Mark quipped “You forgot yourself.” Kyle and Joe giggled and Steven blushed before stuttering a bit saying “I’ll let you decide and be back in a few minutes.” “I hope he’s for dessert," Kyle murmured. All three broke into gales of laughter. Mark kept glancing up at Steven and then back to his menu. Joe and Kyle had no clue what to order and Mark really wasn’t helping. Steven walked back up and asked if they had decided. Joe was the farthest and said “I really have no idea. I’ve never had Thai food before. Steven leaned over the table and pointed out that the dinners were on the right, with noodle dishes on the top and rice dishes on the bottom. A pepper next to an item meant it was spicy. Meanwhile Mark and Kyle were staring at Steven’s ass and pointing at each other trying to decide which one was going to tap it first. As he stood back up Mark could see Steven’s cock starting to bulge in his pants. Mark finally gave the boys some suggestions and and Steven walked away. Their glasses never got more than one sip down and Steven was back refilling them. About the third trip Steven started to flirt with them. Their food finally arrived and Steven put the plates down in front of each one, winking at each guy. The guys had burned a lot of calories that day and were very hungry. They wolfed the food down and as Steven came back to check on everything was amazed that the plates were mostly clean. “I hope you saved room for dessert” he said and the guys broke out laughing. Mark finally stopped laughing and said “I think what we want isn’t on the menu. Just an iced coffee for me.” Joe and Kyle ordered the same. When Steven came back with the coffees, Mark said “We’re going to have a little fun later if you want to join us. Here’s the address” and slipped a piece of paper to Steven. The look of shock on Steven’s face was priceless. Mark was sure that none of his customers had ever propositioned him before. Steven slipped the paper into his pocket and walked away. As Mark was finishing his drink, Steven walked up and set the bill down on the table and gave the usual “I’ll take that when you’re ready.” Mark opened up the folder with the check in it and besides the total was a slip of paper that said “I get off work at 9:00” Mark took the paper and put the money and a generous tip into the folder. Steven came back to the table visibly nervous and took the folder with Mark adding “It’s all set. Keep the change” with another wink. The guys got up and walked out of the restaurant with Steven calling “Bye” to them as they left. Mark drove over to the store and picked up more beer and a bottle of good tequila and they went back to the apartment. The guys cracked open the beer, Joe packed the bowl and they passed the pipe around until it was dead. Kyle looked up at the clock and announced “It's 9:30. Do you think he chickened out?” “Could be” replied Mark as he got up to get another round of beer. Joe got up and went into the bedroom and changed into some running shorts with no shirt. As they sat down there was a knock on the door. Joe got up and answered it. Steven was standing there almost shaking in his shoes. “Hey, you came! Come on in. We almost gave up on you” said Joe. Steven walked into the apartment, looking around nervously and said “I’m not sure if this is a good idea, but you guys seemed to be nice and fun.” “You know we’re gay, right?” Kyle stated. "Of course. Besides, I saw his bracelet," pointing at Mark's wrist and then continued "I am too, but I have a hard time meeting other guys that are interested in me.” Mark sensed that Steven’s experience level was pretty low and decided he better set some expectations before things got out of hand “Steven, I want you to know that we will respect any limits you have. If things go too fast or too far, just say something. We want you to have fun, not be scared away.” “Thanks. I have only been with a couple guys before and we didn’t do much. I really want to try everything. I hope you don’t mind teaching me stuff.” The guys got up and moved closer to Steven and started exploring his body. Very quickly Steven’s cock stiffened and strained against his pants and he let out a soft moan. Kyle leaned in and kissed him as Joe undid his pants, watching them fall to the floor. Mark stayed back a step from the boys and watched them undress Steven. Joe went down on his knees and pulled Stevens underwear down exposing a hard six and a half inch uncut, perfectly straight cock. Sliding his tongue between the head and foreskin, he could taste the day's sweat and piss that had built up under the hood, the scent drove him wild and he began so suck harder. Kyle pulled Steven’s shirt off and resumed kissing him, plunging his tongue into Steven’s mouth. Mark removed his clothes and then moved behind Steven, rubbing his shoulders before moving down his back and then to his butt. He moved in closer and started to grind his hardening cock against Steven’s ass. Mark moved his finger down and slid it between his crack and pulled it up to his nose for a sniff test. He smiled and began rubbing his hand between the crack, caressing Steven’s soft, possibly virgin hole. Kyle broke the kiss and realized he was the only one with clothes still on which he quickly rectified. Mark moved over next to Steven and Joe was presented a dilemma - suck his brother’s cock or the newbie. He didn’t get to choose since Kyle sank to his knees next to Joe sucking and kissing on Steven’s body until he reached his cock. Joe gave his full attention to Mark’s cock and balls sucking and licking until he felt it start to ooze precum. Mark looked down at his brother and they locked eyes, knowing what each of them needed. Mark motioned with his head towards the couch and the two of them moved there, Joe kneeling on the couch and facing the wall. Mark pushed the table out of the way and got on his knees, eating out Joe’s battered hole. Kyle meanwhile moved Steven over towards the blanket and they both laid down in a sixty nine position, each sucking each other's cock. Every once in a while Mark heard Steven gasp out “oh my god” and he would chuckle and dive back into Joe’s ass. Mark needed to get his cock back into Joe almost as badly as Joe needed Mark’s cock inside him. Mark got up and teased Joe’s hole until Joe bucked his ass back onto Mark’s cock. Mark stretched Joe’s hole open as he pushed his cock in balls deep. Joe sighed and said “fuck I need this, fuck me hard bro.” Mark began to piston his cock in and out of Joe saying “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Kyle worked over Steven’s dick feverishly, taking him close to the edge but never allowing him to go over the line. He wanted to get his cock into Steven’s ass but knew he had to take it slow. “He’s probably really tight. I hope I don’t shoot right away” thought Kyle. Meanwhile Steven was savoring Kyle’s cock. His previous attempts at blowjobs had been short sucking sessions ending with the guy pushing him off and cumming on the floor. His lack of experience meant that he didn’t know whether he wanted to be fucked or be the one fucking more. He hoped that he was going to lose his virginity tonight and really didn’t care which position it was in. He figured he should let the other guy lead. Then it hit him. Here he was, having sex and he didn’t even know the name of the guys with whom he was playing. He also concluded, however, it didn’t matter. Names or no names, he was feeling more alive than he ever had. Kyle began to finger Steven's hole as he sucked on his cock. He then pulled off Steven’s cock and move down a bit and began licking Steven’s taint and then his hole. He fed some spit on his hole and worked it in with his finger. One finger became two as Kyle tried to open Steven’s tight hole. He finally got to the point that it wasn’t like a clamp around his finger and it started to wink and twitch. He knew it was time to pop this cherry. Kyle pulled off Steven and rolled him on to his stomach before helping him to his knees. Kyle grabbed a bottle of lube from the table and moved behind Steven. He dripped some on Steven’s pucker working it in with his spit inside. Kyle lubed up his cock and let it rest on Steven’s hole. Softly he said “Ready Steven?” Everyone in the room heard the trepidation in Stevens voice as he replied “mmmhmm.” Slowly, Kyle started to press in. He could feel Steven tense up and told him to relax. “Its going to hurt a bit at first, then you will enjoy it” A little more pressure and Steven’s hole opened up and felt its first cock enter. “OH FUCK!!! STOP!!” Kyle froze, but with difficulty. The pressure on his cock head was intense. He felt a spurt of precum shoot inside Steven’s hole. "Breathe, Steven. Relax." Finally the ring relaxed a little and Kyle edged in a little further until he felt the head get past the ring. Steven was breathing heavy. After letting him get used to having a cock inside him Kyle slowly started to work his cock deeper. He added a bit more lube to his cock and when he made it three quarters of the way in he sensed the change. The tight grip on his cock became a firm touch. His strokes became longer and he heard moans from Steven. He varied the tempo of his fuck and the length of the strokes. He felt his balls start to tingle and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He started to pound his cock into Steven’s hole when all of a sudden Steven’s ass ring started to spasm. Steven let out a loud groan as his ass body shook in orgasm. Kyle couldn’t hold back any more and began to shoot his cum deep inside Steven’s pussy. Shot after shot of warm seed filled his guts while Steven’s load soaked the blanked below them. Kyle leaned forward and held Steven tight as their connected bodies bucked and shook. Hearing the near simultaneous orgasms from Kyle and Steven, Mark started to ram his cock into Joe even harder. He imagined his cum shooting inside Joe’s hole, soaking in and the virus spreading throughout his body and then made it reality. He grunted three times as he slammed his cock deep into Joe, driving his cock into and past the second ring before shooting spurt after spurt of toxic poz cum into his brother’s guts. Both Mark and Joe were moaning. Joe felt the pressure build up inside his body and his brother’s chest on his back and Mark’s hot breath on his neck. Another dose of poisonous seed had been pumped into his vulnerable body. He never would know which load would be the one that sealed his fate, but it didn’t matter. He loved every one that his brother filled him with. Mark pulled his cock out and slapped Joe’s ass. Kyle slowly pulled his cock out of Steven and rolled him over on his back and the two kissed passionately. Steven eventually broke the kiss and looked at Kyle and said “Thank you, whoever you are.” The four of them broke up laughing. Mark told them “Fuck first, ask questions later. That’s my motto!” Mark took the hint and introduced Joe, Kyle and himself to Steven, then the guys sat around for a short while drinking, sharing some weed and chatting. Mark finally asked the question everyone wanted to know “Steven, are you glad you came over tonight?” “Fuck yeah. That was so much better than I ever imagined. I need more!” said Steven to which everyone laughed. “Well…” Mark started “we actually have a little group tomorrow if you’re interested. I know there are two other guys here that want to dip their cocks in a hot Thai boy. It starts about 3:00 PM.” “Haha… I don’t know if I can do that. I start work at five tomorrow” Steven replied. “You can stay as long as you want and go to work, uh, invigorated” Mark said. “OK, I’ll think about it. I should get going now, its late and I need to study tomorrow morning” said Steven and he got up and started to dress. Mark scribbled down on a piece of paper his number and handed it to Steven who put it in his pocket. Mark told him “Call me tomorrow morning between 9 and 11 and I can give you the info.” They all hugged and each gave Steven a kiss before he went home. Mark also decided to call it a night and got dressed. Exhausted, Mark drove back to his hotel and walked into his room. The towel stack was even higher than before. There was a dozen water bottles sitting in an empty tub. Mark noticed some bondage loops hanging from the corners of the bed which also had a rubber cover over it. In the bathroom there was a douche attachment connected to the shower. The couch had a sheet, pillow and a blanket on it, made up for Mark to sleep on. The TV played a bareback porn flick with the sound muted. “Dennis knows his stuff” he thought. He stripped his clothes off and laid down, falling asleep almost immediately.

Part 6 - A Dilemma Mark was rudely awakened again by his phone ringing. His head pounded from the alcohol the night before. The ringing stopped and he tried to read the clock. 7:32 AM. WTF? He laid in bed a few more minutes and he heard the alert that said he had a voicemail. A few minutes later the phone rang again. Answering it, he heard his mom on the phone. “Are you ok?” “We haven’t heard from you.” “Is Joel OK?” “Have you been drinking?” and on an on. The same as yesterday - questions and not waiting for an answer. “Yeah, mom. I’m ok, Joey is ok. I spent all evening with him. I don’t really know everything yet, so I’m going back over today. Don’t worry, everything will be fine.” He hung up the phone and jumped into the shower to rinse off. Standing in the shower, the night before replayed through his mind. After drying off, Mark put on his jock, a pair of workout shorts and a sleeveless tee and his flip-flops. “Lets hit the gym and sweat out the hangover” he thought. He grabbed the complimentary bottle of water and headed out. To say Mark was bitterly disappointed by the gym was an understatement. The room gave the distinct impression it had served as a conference room at some point in the past, and management had christened it a gym by scattering some garage sale gym equipment throughout the room. Over in one corner he saw a door labeled 'Locker Rooms'. In another corner was a treadmill with boxes stacked on top of it. Another corner had the lone elliptical machine and on it was the Dad from breakfast the day before. Mark quickly looked around to make sure the kids and wife weren’t there. He walked over to a weight machine that was near the Dad and sat down on it, placing the water bottle on the floor. After adjusting the weights, he started to do some bench presses and zoned out just staring at the ceiling. He lost count. Was that 30 or 40 reps? He stopped and realized that the Dad had also stopped and was just staring at him. Looking down his body he saw his shirt had ridden up and exposed his abs, and the tip of his cock was poking above his shorts. Mark always got a little hard when he worked out. “Oh shit. Sorry,” Mark muttered. The Dad grinned and replied “No worries, I was just admiring your….uh, ink.” Mark sat up and pushed his cock under the top of his shorts. Grinning back he said “Oh, thanks. I heard your wife yesterday and I guess she’s not a fan of tattoos. By the way, I’m not a drug dealer, just a computer geek.” “Sorry about that. Yeah, she’s still pissed that I got this little tattoo a month ago” the dad said pulling up the sleeve of his t-shirt exposing a small tattoo that Mark couldn’t make out. “Cool, but if you were going to get so much grief you should have gone for something more elaborate” Mark said, laughing. “Yeah, I really should have. It’s a shamrock. The kids like it. I can’t imagine what she would have said if I came home with what I really wanted to get. A friend convinced me to start small and then work up to bigger. That’s not going to happen now. I’m Chris, by the way.” Mark introduced himself in return. The guys started working out again and chatting. After a while Chris got off the machine and said “I’m going to go see if the sauna works. Catch you later,” as he walked to the locker room door. Mark finished his set of reps of on the butterfly part of the machine and got up. “Sauna, huh. I love saunas,” he said with a chuckle. Mark went in to the locker room door and saw it led to a short hallway with door on either side “Men” on the left, “Women” on the right. He went through the left door and was greeted with a small locker room with metal lockers on both sides and a bench in the middle. 'This would make a great porn set' Mark thought. Further back was a small shower area with three showers that were larger than your typical locker room shower. Next to it was a cedar door that Mark assumed went to the sauna. He noticed a table in the corner with a stack of towels similar to the ones that Dennis had brought. Mark grabbed a towel, took his clothes off and hung them in a locker. He rinsed his body off and wrapped the towel around his waist and went towards the sauna. Opening the door he felt the blast of heat hit him. Sitting in front of him on the top bench was Chris, naked and sitting on his towel. Chris’s eyes opened and he said “Hey”, then grinned. Mark took off his towel and set it down about three feet from Chris and sat down on it. He looked over and saw the fresh tattoo and could finally make it out. It was only about an inch and a half square and probably just flash art. He looked over Chris’s body as the sweat dripped off of it. 'Yeah, I was right yesterday. Ex-jock,' mused Mark, only to realize Chris was looking at him too. His eyes darting all over - up and down his arms then to his cock and back to his arm. Mark swore he saw Chris’s cock twitch too. Finally Chris commented “Fuck that is so hot. I really wish I had the guts to do something like that.” Mark had an idea what Chris meant, but presenting a wry grin asked “Like what?” Chris blushed a bit and said “Everything. The ink. The piercing.” The last bit surprised Mark so he decided to push it and see where things might go. “Take a closer look if you want. I’m not shy.” With that Chris got up and moved closer, kneeling on the lower bench where Mark's feet were. Chris’s hand moved up and moved over the tribal tattoos on his arm. As Chris moved over to the other side to see the tattoos on his left arm his cock brushed Mark’s leg. Chris’s eyes roamed over his arm as his hand rubbed up and down over the images of skulls and snakes. He stopped with his fingers on the image of the reaper and looked at Mark “That's pretty intense.” Mark felt Chris’s cock resting on his leg and it was getting stiffer. He could sense that Chris also wanted to see the piercing in his cock but was afraid. Mark reached down and stroked his cock a few times and felt it get stiffer and lifted it up. “And then there’s this,” he said looking down at his cock. Chris swallowed hard and looked down and got a little closer. “Oh my god. That had to fuckin’ hurt. I’ve seen a few guys with a pierced dick, but never up close or this big. Why did you do it?” “Cuz it feels really good when I’m fucking and I’ve been told it feels great inside,” explained Mark. At this point he decided to go for broke. Mark moved his hand and started pushing Chris’s head towards his hard cock. “Take a closer look. Touch it. I know you want to.” He could feel Chris’s breathing get heavy and Chris raised his shaking hand and grasped Mark’s cock and then moved it closer to the head. His thumb pushed the piercing and it rotated a bit. Mark pushed his head closer. Feeling no resistance, he whispered “Suck it.” Chris stammered “Uh, I don’t know. I don’t usually do that sort of thing.” Mark keyed in on the word ’usually’ and said “So you’ve sucked a guy before?” He could feel Chris’s reluctance start to fade. “Just a couple of times. Nothing this big though.” Mark pushed Chris’s head to his cock, the cock head touching his lips. Chris opened his mouth and started to take Mark’s cock into his mouth. Slowly he started sucking and playing with the piercing with his tongue. Chris started to bob up and down on his cock and Mark moaned. It wasn’t the best blowjob he had gotten, but having a straight guy suck him really turned him on. Mark looked down Chris’s body and saw his ass moving around as he was sucking his cock. 'I wonder...,' thought Mark. Mark started to move his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into Chris’s mouth. Chris gagged a few times but kept sucking. Mark pushed his cock into Chris’s throat and held his head there with his hands for a few seconds before letting up. Chris stood up and gasped for breath “Oh Fuck!” he grunted only to go back down and resume sucking. Mark didn’t want to waste his load down Chris’s throat so when he started to get close he pushed Chris off and said “My turn” with a smile, gesturing for Chris to take Mark's seat. Chris sat back down on his towel and Mark got between his legs. The cock facing Mark was a rock hard six inches of circumcised baby making meat. Obviously he must have enjoyed sucking Mark’s cock if he stayed hard the whole time. Mark began his oral endeavors by licking up and down Chris’s shaft and curling his tongue around the head. He dug his tongue into the piss slit and wrapped his lips around the head sucking gently. He slowly descended down the shaft moving up and down until he was almost at Chris’s pubes. He opened his throat and dove down the remaining distance and squeezed his throat around the tip of Chris’s cock. Mark felt Chris shiver and knew this was much better than he ever got from his wife. Mark kept working Chris’s cock a few more minutes and then pulled off before moving down and sucking one of Chris’s balls into his mouth and massaging it with his tongue. Pulling back he stretched the ball in its sack until it popped out of his mouth. Hearing the moaning from Chris, he repeated it with the other ball. Mark then pushed Chris’ legs back and started licking down the taint to Chris’s pucker and brushed his tongue over the hole. Tasting just a bit of funk, Mark kept flicking his tongue over Chris’s fuck hole making him moan even louder. He brought his finger up and circled the hole before pushing in just up to the first knuckle. A loud gasp came from Chris. Mark continued working Chris’ hole with his finger, getting deeper and feeling the hole start to relax a bit. He looked up and Chris had his eyes closed with a big smile on his face and was holding his legs open for Mark. Mark stood up on the lower bench and ran his cock across Chris’ straight boy hole. When the steel ring touched Chris’s hole, Chris’s eyes opened wide almost immediately, as he exclaimed “No! I can’t take that!” “But your hole says it wants it, Chris,” Mark said softly while rubbing his leaking cock around his pucker and pushing in gently. Chris’ breathing turned into a panting. "Relax, Chris, I'll go easy," Mark said soothingly just before he spat a large glob of saliva on to the head of his cock and a second at mid length. He also worked several globs of saliva into Chris’ hole, using the head of his cock as a bludgeon. “Breathe deep, now exhale” and as Chris exhaled Mark pushed in and felt the head pop inside. Pausing for a moment, Mark let the precum ooze from his cock inside Chris’s tender hole. He started to rock his body, working his cock in deeper and deeper as he heard Chris grunt and groan. Once he was half way in his rocking motion gave way to bigger thrusts and he would occasionally stroke Chris' still hard cock. Usually when Mark got to fuck a straight guy, their cock never stayed hard but Chris was enjoying this too much. As Mark’s strokes got deeper he started nudging Chris’ prostate and he watched as the precum started to run out of Chris’ dick. Mark was thrusting in all the way and feeling his balls slap Chris’ ass. He knew he was close and his conscience was poking his brain. Mark continued driving his cock into the now sloppy hole as he instructed “Chris, look at me.” Chris’ eyes opened as he grunted with each inward stroke and nodded. “Chris, I’m about to cum. I’m HIV positive and I will probably infect you if I breed you. Do you want me to pull out?” The thrusts were getting harder and more erratic. Chris looked right into Mark’s eyes and said “Breed me. Give me your cum.” The words were exactly what Mark wanted to hear and he slammed his cock in as his balls pumped their tainted seed deep into Chris’ fertile hole. After the last spurt of cum shot into Chris’ hole Mark moved back and he pulled his spent cock out of Chris’ now swollen hole. Over his shoulder he heard “That was damn hot.” Turning to look, he saw Dennis there, naked, stroking his hard cock. “Can I have a turn?” Chris weakly nodded, still in a daze. Dennis was in between Chris’ legs before he could change his mind and thrust his cock into the poz-cum filled pussy. Dennis started pounding Chris like it was the last fuck he would ever get. Their bodies slammed together over and over until Dennis grabbed Chris’ shoulders and rammed his cock in all the way and let out a growl as he unloaded his seed deep inside Chris’ guts. Almost immediately Chris’ cock erupted covering both of them with neg cum. Both of them were breathing hard and Dennis slowly pulled his cock out of Chris’ hole. The three of them got up and walked out of the sauna and went to the showers, sharing one shower stall as they rinsed off. Chris turned to Mark and asked “Were you serious about being poz?” “Yeah, I was. You still okay with it?” replied Mark. “Too late now, but yeah. I’ve been wanting to get fucked like that for a long time. Maybe now I’m free to do it." Dennis just grinned as he listened to the conversation. Dennis said “Gotta get back to work. Thanks” and dried off, dressed and left. Chris then dried off and dressed, walking out of the locker room a bit stunned. Mark toweled off and went to his locker. Opening the locker, he took his clothes out and found a note tucked inside. It was Dennis’s phone number. Mark went back to the room and contemplated his actions from last night and today. Was he going down a bad, dark path? After taking a long shower in the room, he made his plan. He got dressed, forgoing his usual jockstrap for boxer briefs, and jeans and a t-shirt. Grabbing his phone and keys he walked out the door and hopped in the car. He drove over to the big chain pharmacy and went inside. Mark roamed the aisles as if on a mission. Damn, he hated how they re-arranged these stores every month so you could never find anything. Finally he turned down the right aisle and spotted his target. He grabbed two home HIV test kits from the shelf then looked around and picked up a ten pack of condoms. Going to the front of the store he noticed this store didn’t have the self-serve checkout lines like his at home did. Oh well. Dropping the items on the counter the middle-aged female clerk looked at him with a disapproving expression. 'Fuck her,' thought Mark. He paid and took his bag out to the car and looked at the clock. It was 12:15 PM. 'Damn, I’m late' he thought. Mark knocked on Joe and Kyle’s door, it took a few minutes before Kyle opened the door. He obviously had just awoken. Mark entered the apartment and tossed the bag on the couch and sat down. Kyle headed to the kitchen and said “Coffee?” "Sure," Mark replied. He sat there a while until Kyle brought the cup of java and Joe finally came out of the bedroom and plopped down in the chair looking pretty hungover. Mark took a sip and then said in a serious tone “Joe, we need to talk about something, but first stand up turn towards the door and pull down your shorts.” Joe slowly got up and said “This is starting out to be a pretty kinky day.” Mark looked at Joe’s butt closely and said, “OK, pull em up and sit down.” Joe looked at Mark very confused. “What the fuck were you doing in the john at the club last night? Are you fuckin’ nuts? Just bent over taking cock like a slut from anyone who pulls his dick out? Do you even know who fucked you last night?” Joe’s jaw dropped and his foggy mind couldn’t put together anything to say. It was just “um, uh, I, uh....” Mark continued “You’re gonna get yourself pozzed like that. And who knows what other diseases - Hep, syphilis, gonno, herpes.” Joe’s face just went blank as he stared back at Mark. With Joe saying nothing and Kyle staying quiet too, he opened the bag and tossed a test box to Joe and the other one to Kyle. “Take these. NOW.” Joe and Kyle opened the boxes and followed the instructions step by step. The room was silent while they waited and Mark kept the time for waiting calling out the first time to check middle and end time. Mark was hoping that Joe was already poz and he wouldn’t be the one that pozzed him up from last night’s fuck. After each time was called, Joe would say 'Fuck' and nothing else. At the end Mark asked “Kyle, what did your test say?” Quietly Kyle said “Neg”. Mark looked at Joe and asked him the same thing. “Neg. Again.” “Again?” Mark asked. “Yeah, we’ve been trying to get pozzed up for a several months now” Joe explained. Kyle was nodding in agreement. “Fuck. Are you nuts? There’s no cure. And if you don’t take the drugs it kills you.” “I’m know what can happen and I’m not nuts. I got sick of trying to avoid it. I hate using condoms, sex is better bare. And it really turns me on thinking each guy who fucks me may be the one to gift me," Joe explained. “There’s PrEP. You can get fucked by anyone and not get pozzed. With HIV anyway,” added Mark. “If I’m taking drugs why not just be poz too?” was Joe’s retort. Mark realized that Joe and Kyle had already made up their minds and he wasn’t going to change them. And deep down, he didn’t want to change their minds. He had already bred each one of them and it was too soon to tell if he infected them. With that realization he made a snap decision. “Well, I was in the john last night watching you get fucked and I know at least one poz guy bred you. And he’s got a pretty high viral load too. So you might be on your way” Mark told Joe. “Who? You watched the whole thing? And didn’t say anything until now? Oh fuck.” said Joe. “No, I just saw part of it. I didn’t know it was you until later” Mark added. “How much later? Did Kyle tell you?” Joe looked at Kyle with an evil look. “No, Kyle didn’t say anything. I found out it was you as I pulled my cock out of your ass and saw the birthmark on your butt cheek,” explained Mark. “So, did the poz guy fuck me before or after you?” asked Joe. “Joe, it WAS me.”

On Thursday I stayed overnight in downtown Louisville and decided I'd try to take as much anonymous cock as I possibly could. Before I checked into the hotel, I stopped at one of the adult bookstores with an arcade that has gloryholes between the booths. It was around 5:00, and the arcade was packed with men heading home from work. Within two minutes of entering the arcade, I spotted a hot young cub and entered the booth near where he was standing. He immediately entered the adjoining booth. Within seconds it seemed (I hadn't even deposited tokens into the video machine), there was a hefty already erect piece of meat sticking through the gloryhole, around 7-7.5" and thick. I squat down and begin to suck his cock. He pulls his cock back and motions for me to stick my cock through the hole. I really didn't want to be sucked, but whatever. One hand cups my balls, lifting up my cock and my balls toward the top of the hole. Then I feel a spit-lubed finger slide under my balls until it reaches my hole. He pushes a finger hard and deep into my hole. Then a second and third finger. He abruptly pulls out and orders me to put my ass up to the hole. He spits into his hand, and I hear him stroking his cock. I feel the slick head of his cock at the entrance of my hole. Suddenly he pushes and his entire cock goes balls deep in my hole--bareback. I wince and immediately wonder if I can handle his girth slamming my hole without more lube. He doesn't go easy. In and out rapidly, never letting up at any point. After about one minute of piston fucking, he pushes into my hole, holds his cock there, and breeds me deep. He slides out slowly, and not a drop of cum drips out of my hole. He quickly pulls up his pants and leaves. Within a minute, a middle aged black guy, short and average build, enters the booth and drops his pants. I gasp at the sight. His cock hangs there, not erect, at around six inches. He slides his dick through the hole and whispers "suck it white boy." So I kneel down and take the soft black flesh in my mouth, sucking on it with a slow pace. His cock grows, and grows, and grows, until the girth is so big I can barely take more than half of it down my throat without gagging. I pull my mouth off his cock and keep one hand on it, stroking, as I lube my hole and take a deep hit of poppers. It was time to take this impressive BBC in my ass. Right as I begin to line up the head of his cock with my hole, he pulls his cock from the gloryhole. Damn, he doesn't want to fuck, I thought. So I position my ass so that my hole is visible through the gloryhole in case he changes his mind. I hear the pop of a lube bottle and seconds later that monster black cock pushes into his hole. He's only about halfway in and I feel so full I cannot imagine how I can take more of it. With one thrust the rest of his cock enters. His cock was so thick I felt like I might faint. My asshole spasmed uncontrollably. After the initial shock, my body felt immense pleasure...something I had never experienced before while being fucked. He began to slide his cock in and out at a slow pace, picking up some speed but never impaling my ass with his huge dick. His breathing got heavier and his pace slowed once again. As he held his cock balls deep in my hole, I could feel it expand and spasm, flooding me with his sperm. Like the first load, this one was buried deep. I pulled off his cock and got on my knees to clean him up, tasting the remnants of his cum, the first guy's load, and my ass juices. At this point my ass needs to rest, so I exit the booth and make a couple of rounds through the arcade to see what goods might be available. There's a fit, very attractive white guy in his late 40s or early 50s that catches my attention. He doesn't seem interested. But as I walk past him, he begins to follow me. So I enter a booth with a rather large square gloryhole, and he enters the adjoining booth. He stands there quietly for a few minutes. I get the sense he's either nervous or waiting for me to stick my cock through the hole. He puts money into the video machine and begins to caress this hardening cock through his pants. I begin to see the outline of what appears to be a very impressive cock. He's wearing a wedding ring too, which ups the hotness factor. After what seems like an eternity (no more than five minutes, of course), he frees the cock from his underwear. Then he pulls down his pants and underwear, revealing not only a thick nine inches but beautiful, hairy muscular legs and a pair of low-hangers. I squat down and motion for him to stick his cock through the gloryhole. He doesn't take the bait. After waiting about a minute, he bends down and says he only wants to fuck my ass, not get sucked. How could I say no to that request?! So I push my ass up to the gloryhole and wait. I hear some rustling in his booth and hear that familiar tearing sound. Is he putting on a condom? If he is, I'd rather leave and get to my hotel. His cock begins to enter my hole. I think it's bare. To confirm, I reach under my balls and glide my fingers up to my hole. He is indeed barebacking me. The sound must have been a lube packet. With the two loads already in my hole plus the lube, his big white cock enters with ease. He picks up the pace and deposits a load within a couple of minutes. This time when he pulls out I feel cum dribble out my now-gaping hole. Next story: I take six BBC and one BWC at the hotel in four hours. Total load count for that night: 11

On Friday night I went to the baths. The place wasn't busy, but most of the guys there wanted to bareback, which was okay with me. I hit the poppers hard and got fucked several times. There was one guy, a loner of sorts, hard body, tattoos, shaved head, who was always nearby but never joined in. I copped a feel and was surprised to find a ring with a spiked ball piercing his shaft, half-way up his dick. I was intrigued, but having taken several hits of poppers I was feeling a bit queasy, so I went to a dark alcove with a single bench to lie down. A guy came in and felt my butt which was runny with cum. "Nice ass," he complemented me. "Best one here. I've cum in you twice now. Did the guy with the ring get you yet?" “No,” I answered. With a light laugh, he replied "If he does, you'll never forget it." He left, and I dozed face down. Then someone came in, felt between my cheeks, and knelt between my legs. I barely had time to react when a thick cock slid into me and - OUCH!--the ring— scratching my anus and insides. He stretched out on my back and thrust in and out. He was quite heavy, and it was hot; and we were soon bathed in sweat. I felt his cock sliding in and out of me as the ring tore up my ass. He opened the poppers and spilled some on the towel beneath my face, and I lost all control. He went on and on. I'd never felt anything like it. I didn't think what was happening, why he had a ring in his dick and what it was doing to me. "Tell me when you cum," I whispered. "Yeah, sure," he laughed and plowed harder. Then he pushed my arms out to my sides, down the sides of the bench, and put his full weight on my back, forcing my face into the towel. "NOW," he grunted, "I'M CUMMING NOW!" He jerked and shuddered several times as he shot, collapsing on my back. We lay there panting for several minutes, during which he wouldn't get off. Instead he kept sliding his dick around in me in the spunk up my hole. He must have stayed in me for a good quarter-hour, before his dick finally slid out. "I bet you're sore now," he chuckled, and left. I got off the bench, my legs weak. When I lifted the towel it had a big red patch in the middle where his ring had messed up my guts. At that point I had a fairly good guess what he’d been up to and why.

I had been drinking way too much the night I met Michael. I recently moved to Baltimore to attend college and be free of the small town I had grown up in and begin to explore my hidden gay side. There was a gay group on campus, which I started attending to meet others like myself. Chris, one of the older students, quickly became a mentor to me. He even managed to help me get a fake ID which allowed me to get into the local gay dance clubs and to buy booze at liquor stores near the University. Chris and I never engaged in sex though, since we were neither one another’s type, I am a twink and he’s more a bear, but that was all cool. He showed me where I could go on campus for some anonymous male on male action. Which consisted mainly of blow jobs, since I was trying to be safe. He also introduced me to the Hippo dance club. The Hippo club was the main gay dance club in Baltimore, and the place to be seen in the community. I tried to date a few people I’d met there, but it never seemed to go very far. I did finally surrender my virginity to a young jock-like guy I met at the Hippo, who worked as a waiter at the gay bar/restaurant across from the club, but I made sure he used protection. We lasted all of a month, before he moved on to another conquest. I hurt at first, but Chris explained here in the big city twinks were a dime a dozen and I should just have fun, until I finally met Mr. Right. So as a result, I followed my mentor’s advice and began just hooking up with guys I had met at Central Station or from the Hippo. Being young, 5’4” and barely a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, and naturally smooth with a shaggy head of light mousey-brown hair, I found myself popular. I allowed myself to experiment with diverse types of guys, jocks, twinks, professionals, and a couple of daddies, always making sure we used protection. Only once, did I almost have unprotected sex, a lacrosse player from my school started to push in me, when I asked if he was wearing a rubber. He told me no, it was better without one. I made him stop and wrap up, I could tell he wasn’t happy about it, but he did put one on. He made sure to pound the hell out of me, to let me know how unhappy he was wearing one. Afterwards he pushed me naked into the hall of the dorm and tossed my clothes to me telling when I wanted to fuck like a real man to come back and he would breed me like a proper slut. Needless to say, I crossed him off my list of sex partners. One night in October, while I was hanging out with some of my new gay friends at the Hippo, I overheard them debating about going to 1722 after the Hippo. I had overheard a few people talking about 1722 during the couple of months I had been coming to the Hippo, but didn’t know what it was. They informed me 1722 was an afterhours club for people who didn’t want to stop partying after the clubs and bars closed. Discovering I had never been to the club, they decided to take me. 1722 was a BYOB, but they told me if I tipped the bartender I shouldn’t have a problem getting something to drink. Once the Hippo closed for the night, we stopped by Matt’s, a friend from the Hippo who I had slept with once, to get some vodka from his apartment before walking to the club. Since it was an unusually hot fall night I took off my sweaty long-sleeved shirt as we headed towards the club. We shared the liquor, taking swings from bottle in the brown bag. I certainly wasn’t feeling any pain by the time we arrived at the club. A huge bear of man took our cover-charge and let us in. The place looked like a complete dive, but had an amazing sound-system. The dance floor was the first thing you saw, all sorts of people were there. Straights, gays, bisexuals, and trannies all having fun making out and dancing, not a care in the world. My friends led me to the back to drop off their booze and get some mixed drinks. Once we got our drinks we head down to the dance floor. In no time, we’re all dancing up a storm and having a blast. As time went by my friends began to slowly disappear, until I was all alone on the dancefloor having fun. I excused myself from the hot older couple I was dancing with to use the bathroom and get another drink. Dancing is hard, hot work. After pissing, I headed to get another drink. I was standing in line a cute, tall, thin blond smiled at me, before walking over to me and handing me a shot of something dark. I smiled back and tossed the nasty tasting stuff back like the practiced drinker I was becoming. I stepped out of line to thank him when he leaned in asking, “Top or bottom?” “Bottom,” I answered back blushing a little at his direct approach. “Good, let’s go,” he smiled back at me taking my hand and pulling me out the back of the club. Outside I got my first good look at him in the street light of the back-parking lot. He was blond, good-looking, wraith-like, and tall like I like. His skin-tight tee-shirt which didn’t even reach the top of his low-hanging tight jeans, said SPIT ON IT. The long thick bulge snaking down his pants leg told me how much he wanted me. “I have friends back there in the club, they’ll be worried about me,” I said looking back at the back entrance once we were outside and heading around to the front of the building. “I need to let them know where I am. They are my ride back to school.” “The last one left about a half an hour ago with a big daddy type,” he smirked at me, before pushing me against the building and kissing the shit out of me. It was such a hot kiss I didn’t even mind the feel of the hard, gritty, brick wall against my bare, sweaty back. Pulling back from the kiss he said, “I’ve been watching you most of the evening, you’re one sexy lil’ fucker,” he said reaching out to twist, then pinch my nipples. He quickly discovered my sensitive nipples were hard-wired to my six-and-half-inch dick. “Yeah, we’re going to have a lot of fun,” he smirked pulling me away from the brick wall and popped my jeans button open before sliding one of his hands down the back of my jeans and past my underwear to tap my tight hole with one of his long fingers, causing me to moan loudly. He pulled his hand out and smelled his finger. “Oh, we’re definitely gonna have a lot of fun,” he smiled back at me. In my drunken state, I had surrendered myself to this unknown dominate man, who couldn’t be too much older than I was. He pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds, extracting a fat rolled up cigarette along with a lighter. As we walked towards his apartment in Mt. Vernon, he lit the strange cigarette inhaling deeply before holding it and exhaling. “Here have, a toke, its good-stuff, I don’t do ragweed,” he said smiling at me. “I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I said starting to hand it back to him, which prompted a laugh. “Baby, it’s not a cigarette,” leaning in he whispered, “It’s WEED,” he continued wrapping his arm around my sweaty, shirtless frame. “I don’t, well I’ve never smoked pot before,” I admitted to the handsome blond leading me to his apartment. “Oh baby, I’ve got so much to show and teach you,” he smiled using the one hand wrapped around me to pinch my nipple. “Go on babe, just inhale and try to hold it in your lungs as long as you can, it’s okay if you cough,” he informed me putting the joint to my lips. I inhaled my first toke of weed ever on St. Paul street in full view of anyone who wanted to see, but in the early still dark dawn hours there was no one about to see. I coughed like all first timers, but my new friend pulled out a small rectangular green bottle from his back pocket, and had me take another shot of something called Jägermeister, before taking several more hits as we reached a tight alley way between a row of townhouses. He guided me down the dark alley to a basement entrance. First unlocking the outer gate and then door, before pushing me in and down a couple steps to a small living room and kitchen area. A small torch lamp dimly lit the room. On the coffee table, there was a large glass bong and a tray of more weed, along with a long glass pipe with a small bowl and a large bubble behind it and a long-curved stem. “Have a seat and get comfortable, while I grab us a couple of Gatorades,” he said pulling off his tee shirt and tossing it on a chair across the room, and kicking off his shoes. I sat down on the couch and tried to focus on what was going on. I had never been this fucked up in my life and I was enjoying it. My host returned holding a couple of open bottles of Gatorade with the rest of his clothes tossed over his arm. He set the bottles down before tossing all his clothes on the chair with his shirt. “I said you should make yourself comfortable he said handing me my drink. I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick, uncut, hard, dripping eight-plus inch cock hanging right in front of me from his shaved crotch. He definitely would be the biggest I had ever taken. Next thing I knew he had dropped down to his knees between my legs and was unzipping my jeans. “up,” was all he said pulling first my jeans along with my underwear and socks off. He gathered up my clothes and shoes tossing them over with his clothes. “You won’t be needing those for a while,” he smirked at me. “Very nice,” he said sitting down and grabbing the long-curved pipe. He opened a small box and selected a small white rock. “Watch how it’s done,” he smiled at me. I watched as he passed the heavy lighter slowly back and forth until the small bulb began to fill with thick white smoke. He inhaled deeply, holding it for what seemed like ages before exhaling. He turned to me and began to build up more smoke in the chamber, before telling me to start inhaling until he either told me to stop or I couldn’t take anymore. I cleared the chamber twice before he set the pipe down and handed me a blue-diamond shaped pill followed by a green smiley-faced one. I didn’t even think to ask what they were until I swallowed them. “Those are fuck vitamins,” he chuckled, refilling the pipe, then handing it to me. “This is fuck smoke,” he smiled at me, before keeping me smoking it until the white rock was gone. I never felt more alive and energized, and horny. I stared openly at his magnificent, leaking uncut cock. “See it’s already working,” he chuckled, using a thumb to force down his cock. “Suck it, baby, I know you want to, so give it some love,” he said reaching out and pulling me down between his spread legs. “Show me how much you want my stinger up your sweet boy cunt, Then, maybe I’ll give you what you need,” he grinned, grabbing a handful of my hair, and pulling me to his waiting cock. I’d never been dominated or controlled in my short sex life, and I’d never been more turned on than I could have ever imagined. Anything he wanted me to do I would hasten to obey, wanting his approval and his cock. I stuck out my tongue and began to worship his dripping cock. Slowly licking and slurping the large plum-like gland that was beginning to stick out from its hood. I used my tongue all over and under his cock trying to show him how much I wanted his cock. After a while he grabbed my hair yanking hard enough to force me to open my mouth, at which point he shoved his dick in my mouth. “Now suck it properly,” he said beginning to face fuck me, forcing more and more of his cock in my throat. In no time, he was trying to force it down my throat. “Just breath through your nose and just relax your throat babe, you’re making me feel really good, and soon I’ll be ready to make you feel even better with my fuck-stick,” he grinned at me as I looked up at him. I started to pull off to say something when I noticed he was filming me with his smartphone. “Don’t worry babe, it’s all good, everyone isn’t gonna see you being a proper lil’ slut boy, just me and maybe a couple of friends,” he chuckled forcing his cock all the way down my throat to his musky, sweaty, shaved crotch. “Show my nuts some lov’n babe,” he commanded me yanking me by my hair off his cock and down on his shaved, smooth balls. I did, as commanded, I showed those cum-filled balls all the love I had shown his cock, and he loved it, sliding down on the coach so to expose his hole to me. All he did was point with his chin and I began to work my way down to his hole. I’ve enjoyed getting rimmed, but I never really cared to perform it, but here I now was doing it because I was told to and I couldn’t get enough of his hole. The sweaty, musky, manly odor drove me insane. By the sounds he was making I was doing a wonderful job, which made me proud I could please him like that with my mouth. “Break time babe,” he panted at me, yanking my head out of his ass. “Yeah, you like that don’t you baby?” He asked me, I licked my lips and nodded yes. “Fuck smoke break, babe,” he smiled at me. “Yeah, you’re just a lil’ chem, fuck boy, cumslut aren’t you babe.” Again, without thinking nodded yes, he had me and knew it. “Is this your first time being a lil’ chem piggy?” I didn’t know what to say, but yes. I had never felt this good or had this much fun during sex. “Oh sweetie, you’re going to have the best time today,” he smiled at me handing the glass pipe again and big lighter. “Blow some clouds babe, you need to get nice and tweaked for our play time.” In the meantime, he got up and went over to his laptop and fooled around with it before turning on his TV. Suddenly porn began playing on the TV from the laptop. “I thought you might like something to get you into the mood,” he chuckled taking the pipe from me and taking a big hit, before returning it to me. I was really flying by this time, and hornier than I have been in my life. There was a growing itch in my hole, and the amateur porn we were now watching wasn’t helping things. Some twink, who looked barely eighteen, was taking a pounding like a well-practiced whore in someone’s bedroom. “Time babe to get you ready for a ride,” he smirked at me, twisting me around so he had access to my ass, while I could keep watching the porn playing on his TV. I dropped my head to the couch cushion and started to moan, as his talented tongue first began licking and then began probing my insides making me moan. One or two of the guys I’d been with previously had rimmed me, but nothing like this. He certainly knew what he was doing and I had no complaints. Before I knew it, he had switched from rimming me to fingering my hole. The warming lube he used to finger me seemed a little warmer than I was used to, because it burned at first, before morphing into the most incredible pleasure. I can’t remember when I ever felt that desperate to get fucked before, but between my moaning I began to beg for his cock. “One more thing I need to do to prime your lil’ boy puss before we get started,” he chuckled. Next thing I felt was a rough, small object pushed in my ass and a burning sensation. “SHIT THAT HURTS,” I gasped, feeling him rub it all around my colon. A brief time later, the pain began to morph as the warming lube had done before, leaving me with an itch, which became a desire, which became a need. I soon found myself pushing back to get more of his finger, no fingers inside me. I moaned and begged for more. “Yeah babe, you’ve got a nice hungry cunt now,” he chuckled smacking my ass hard, which caused me to moan. “Yeah babe, you want it, now don’t you?” He asked as he scooted up on the couch closer to my ass and began to tease me with his large dripping gland. He would push slightly against it, just hard enough to make me push back against it in an attempt to get him to fuck me. I wanted his dick in the worse way. “Please fuck me, I NEED IT!” I begged him, as I began to lose my mind, needing his dick in the worse way. “You sure you want it?” he asked teasingly, knowing I was his to do as he wanted. “YES! PLEASE! OH GOD! PLEASE FUCK ME!” I begged this man, who I realized I had never even gotten his name, to fuck me. I didn’t care what his name even was, so long as he fucked me with his beautiful cock. He slid two fingers back into my hungry hole, as he leaned down to my ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so good.” He continued teasing my ear, and leaving me panting with need and lust, “Then I’m going to pump my first load in a week, inside your hot pussy and breed you like the bitch you are,” he said tweaking me sensitive, hard nipples, making me buck back against him. “But…but…I…only…use…rubbers, I’m…clean,” I panted as he continued revving me up beyond anything I been before in my life. “Not anymore,” he chuckled, thrusting forward hard, impaling me on half his raw cock. I had barely begun to process what he said to me when, he pulled out to the ridge of his gland, before thrusting forward and burying his cock completely in my ass. “OH GOD!” I moaned in pleasure, having never experienced anything like what was now happening to me. His cock seemed to slide effortlessly in and out of me as he began to long dick me from the start. Fucking had never felt like this with rubbers. “See babe, I knew you would like it raw,” he chuckled pulling completely out before slapping my ass cheeks hard, and then slamming all the way back in and then repeated his action several more times. I couldn’t form any words, drool flowed from my mouth as he pounded me like a porn star slut. All that mattered to me was he continued to fuck me. My mind knew I wasn’t having safe sex, but I couldn’t care, this felt better than anything I had ever felt before. I now understood why the lax player had been pissed at me. I could feel every inch and bump and vein on his cock and it was amazing. “Yeah slut, you like it raw, now don’t you?” All I could do was nod, only grunts and moans were all I could make. Suddenly he pulled completely out, before grabbing my legs and flipping me on my back. I looked up into his grinning face, and whimpered in need to have his cock inside me again. Pushing my legs back towards my ears, he mounted me again causing me to moan as I resumed my place as his fuck toy. “Shit babe, I love turning you college boys into sluts for raw cock and cum,” he smirked, as sweat glistened on both of us. I loved the feeling and sounds of his shaved balls slapping against my hairless ass. He leaned down and bit first one then the other of my hard nipples, driving me to even greater heights of lust and pleasure. “FU…CK…ME…YE…S…HAR…D…ER!” I managed to finally force out of my throat. He began to thrash fuck me, pulling completely out before slamming balls deep back inside me. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…SEED!” He panted repeatedly rabbit fucking me. “SHIT! YES!!! TAKE…IT…ALL!!!!” He shouted as I felt him swell, and begin to pulse, as he ground against me. I could feel each and every shot of his jizz, coat my insides. “You’re…mine…forever,” he panted leaning down to kiss me for the first time. “Not bad, for round one,” he chuckled pulling out of me with a wet pop. I lay on the couch panting hard, as I felt some of his semen began to leak out of me. I had not yet climaxed, but precum from my dick coated my stomach and chest. I couldn’t help but grin at the man who had just bred me for the first time in my life. “You look so fuck’n hot babe,” he smirked at me. “Nothing hotter than a sexy fucking twink freshly bred and waiting to be bred again and again,” he smiled at me taking a couple of pictures with his smartphone. Note- I hope you like this new story, I kind of lost my motivation for first story on here.

If you were paying attention to the news some ten years ago, you know the town and the school I went to. It was that school in the Northeast where 14 teen girls all got pregnant at around the first time. It was a huge story locally, but it got national attention when it was rumored that they'd all made a pact to get knocked-up over the Summer. There was outrage from all sides. It was never proven that there was an actual conspiracy among the girls, but most everybody in the country thought so. They needed to believe the worst. I was a senior that year and can tell you some things that weren't reported. None of these preggos were even remotely cute. They were all skanks. The girls were all kinda dumpy and not real bright. They smoked cigarettes between classes and had started partying in junior high. The pretty girls all hoarded their virtues as they eyed a fabulous future and a rich, handsome husband. I'm not making any of this up. I was at ground zero. I was kind of nobody back then. I was the assistant editor of our school newspaper. I still remember the morning when the superintendent gathered us in his office and said to try and print one word about this scandal. He was the verge of an ulcer as it was and didn't want us to be another problem. He and the principal were ducking CNN reporters every day. My calculus teacher said that there was a camera man on his front porch one night. Another girl talked to "60 Minutes" on camera and was suspended. It was chaos. My closest friend back then was the senior editor, and he was working himself up into a frenzy. I liked Robbie, nut he was an asshole. We shared a love of current events and writing. He had groomed himself to be the next Rush Limbaugh. I was extremely liberal and our debates were intense. At least we both agreed that birth control should be free and separation of church and state was important. We both smoked. When he wanted to sneak a cig, he'd just say "let's go sell ad space". That was our secret code. We'd get in his car, drive around and smoke before eating a bunch of breath mints before going back to class. He never had girlfriends -- mainly because he was obnoxious and pretty fat. He was okay with it because he was so dedicated to building his brand. I wandered if he suspected I was gay since I was a big advocate for homosexual rights. He was on the fence about my views. "Did you hear what that one sophomore said during our staff meeting? That girl with the glasses?" "Her name is Trisha. She is super smart." She really was...had even skipped a grade. "She's a communist, vegetarian bitch. She tried to ignite the whole 'freedom of speech' shit again. It's my job as editor to nip that in the bud. I don't need to piss off the bosses when I have a chance to go to West Point." Seriously? He would never pass the physical. "You gonna be the editor of West Point's newspaper?" He huffed. "There's not going to be any print news in a few years. It's all digital media now. I should have told that bitch to just get an anonymous blog if she wanted her freedom of press. I am so careful on the computer and you should be too...everybody is watching us." I only emailed my grandma and watched silly videos on youtube. I had plenty of opinions but no desire to shout them at strangers. How Robbie didn't -- I had no idea. I was one of the few people who even listened when he talked. "I think I might major in literature." I just wanted to get him pissed off. "Joseph!" (everybody called me Joey, but Robbie never did) "Do you want to end up as a teacher in a shit hole like this? Get an engineering degree. You're good at math." He pulled into the parking lot a van that said 'NBC' on the side. It was empty. The newest rumor was that it was one dude had impregnated all the girls. And also that he was black. And HIV+. Homeless. None of this was probably true. The females in my class were Facebook addicts. Three of them were suspended for discussing 'this issue'. The sperm-giver supposedly lived in the park near my house. I was interested now. The source of the story was practically in my backyard...maybe. Or not. "Hey, Robbie -- I think I'm gonna skip the afternoon and go home. Take notes in Civics for me." What was I thinking? The semester had only barely begun and the rest of my classes for the day were mostly easy. I needed to get away, needed to think. I saw many news vans on my street. The 'culprit in the park' story had apparently leaked already. I was curious to see if any famous reporters were wandering around the park. I'd barely gone through the entrance when some guy in a ABC windbreaker came up to me. "Hi. I'm Phil Bridgeman from 'Good Morning America'. Are you a student at G.H.S.?" I didn't recognize him. "Yeah, but I can't make any comments." "I can make you an 'anonymous source'. Please???" "Well...maybe. Don't describe me in any way. I will be filling out college applications in a few months and don't want to piss off the administration here." "Can I record our conversation? I'm a terrible note-taker. It's just for me and not meant for air." I agreed, but never told him my name -- lust in case. "So I guess you're here because of the latest rumor." "Yeah. Let's go sit over here and talk." We settled at a picnic table and he brought out his little pocket tape recorder. It looked very Wal-Mart and not professional at all. He was maybe in this mid 30's and not bad looking...maybe Italian. He had that Fonzie nose and a bit of facial stubble. "You're not on camera ever?" "No. Not yet. I hope I am sometime quick before I lose more hair." "Oh. Isn't that William guy bald?" I watched Good Morning America when there wasn't school. "Yeah, but he's got a 'morning personality'. I don't look like a guy people want to see first thing in the morning. Anyway...what's it like being in your school right now?" "It's a distraction, but people are getting tired of it." "Do you know any of the pregnant girls personally?" "I know them as classmates, but not as friends." "Oh. That's too bad -- we're all trying to figure out why they would do this." "I've been wondering that too. My buddy thinks it's because they all want little dolls to play with, but I'm not so sure. There has to be more to it...don't you think?" "Conservative media thinks it's because they don't have fathers at home and because liberal schools are teaching sex ed." "Ugh. Sounds like my dad. He blames MTV as well." "Do they teach sex ed at G.H.S.?" "No. There's health class and biology, but nothing specifically about sex. Most everybody lost their virginity by freshman year anyway." "Have you?" "I'm not telling you anything personal, Todd." "Sorry. I am always full of questions....occupational hazard." He switched off his recorder and put it in his pocket. "It's okay. I guess I'm not going to be much help." "No. I think this whole 'blame game' angle is the one I'll go with." "I think it's ignorance too....an unawareness of consequences. I'm starting to think it's a rebellion issue as well. We're all trying to prove how mature we are. I only started smoking because I knew my parents would not approve. I spent a lot of years trying to spite them. Maybe if I had the anatomy, I'd have gotten knocked up too." I felt I could speak freer now that it wasn't on tape. Todd looked at me for a long moment. "That's good. You're onto something." "But there's the erotic element too. They want a fuck that actually counts for something...fulfills a fantasy. It's what they think 'love' is." "Wow. You're a good analyst. The girls are submitting to a dick full of dna that will turn them into someone else." "Exactly. It's hot if you think about it." He looked at me, puzzled. "Uh...yeah. We're all just mammals with a need to mate. Is that what you mean?" "Yeah. I don't think that's a groundbreaking story, though. I think you guys are wasting your time here." "But there's an angle somewhere. What about the homeless black guy who was the breeder?" "I doubt it. I've lived here my whole life and never saw a homeless person." "Let alone a black person. This area is solid white. Would you ever go out with a minority?" "I don't know. Probably. This off the record: I've never even gone out with a girl." "A guy?" "No! Why did you even ask that?!" "Sorry. I have an instinct for things. It's not offensive...I'm gay." He waited until I'd absorbed that piece of information. "My lover is black and travels with me sometimes. He's too afraid to leave the hotel because there's a racist vibe here -- no offense." "You're right. He's right. We're not as bad as Boston, but it's not easy for anyone different around here." "Oh look -- there's that guy from 'A Current Affair'. Total jerk." I lit up a cigarette. "Your school day is almost over. I should go to the parking lot and try to get some more quotes." "Go stake out the area behind the industrial arts building...that's where the stoners gather. They'll have an opinion and don't care about getting suspended." "That's a great tip! Look -- I don't know how many more days I'll be here, but let me give you my room number. I want to talk again." Yes. OK. "Um...Todd...This is off the record, but I'm gay too." "I kinda knew that. Any dude going to that school full of sluts and has never been laid? I won't say a word." He wrote down his room's phone number and bummed a smoke. We walked out and went separate ways. I felt weird. I'd never 'come out' to anyone before, but I just confessed it all to a national reporter. I was probably insane. I went to my room and listened to a CD by some woman named 'Katy Perry'. Robbie was in love with her and had magazine photos of her taped up in his locker. He practically demanded that I buy this music. I ended up really liking it. It's hard to believe that was a decade ago. Dad came home and was in a terrible mood. "I'm going to buy a gun, I swear. This town has gone bonkers. That Geraldo Rivera guy just wandered into the firm today and started asking questions. Smug bastard...he's older than he looks on TV too." Mom brought him a drink and retreated back to the kitchen. My dad had a bad temper and none of us wanted to witness the fury. "What the hell is going on at that school of yours? Ed told me they're going to start giving out birth control to anybody that asks...with no parental consent." "I didn't hear that. There's a lot of false information right now. We're all just waiting for it to blow over." "Good goddamn luck. Be sure to thank your hero Clinton for this. Those little whores are going to be sucking at the taxpayer's teat for years." I'd once made the mistake of telling I was a Democrat and he was beside himself. I probably took five years off of his life that day. "I'll bet nobody is learning anything at that school right now." "It's just a distraction, but I just took a test in Physics and got an A." Lie. I actually got a C+, but wanted him to calm down a little. White lies are exactly that. They benefit all involved. "Well, good. I hope you get into M.I.T. and invent a ray gun that sterilizes kids by just aiming it at their crotches. Bring one to me." He was in rare form tonight. Still mad, but also exhausted. "To hell with it...tell your mother I'm not hungry and need to sleep." He loosened his tie and went upstairs. The energy in the room changed dramatically. Mom stepped back into the room. Our moods always brightened when he retreated to somewhere private to be alone with a bottle and his paperback thrillers. "I'll make BLTs for us. Want to come keep me company?" "Sure." "Your father is leaving town tomorrow and will gone for three days. I can make that spicy fried chicken we had on your birthday. Or we can go out to eat. We can go to the mall or a movie. Let's have a fun day. Just us. You will be leaving for college before we know it." "Sounds great. Can we do it tomorrow?" "Tomorrow's a Friday -- you have school." "Can you excuse me from classes...just this once?" I knew she would. My attendance had never been a problem. Ever. "OK. I'll tell them you're running a fever. Just fake it good enough at breakfast so that your father doesn't get mad. After he's gone, we don't have to worry until next week." She seemed to be happy to conspire with me. "Is this all because of the scandal?" "Yeah. It's a pain in the butt just listening to all the whispering. We can't even report it in the paper. Robbie wants me to draw an editorial cartoon that hints at it but is too subtle to get us in trouble. Tall order." "The things you kids have to deal with these days..." "It'll pass. Mom, were you happy when you got pregnant?" She paused while slicing a tomato. "Yes! Oh my, yes! I was a little scared too. We were both thrilled, and your dad was overjoyed when we found it I was carrying a boy." "Was it..." I couldn't ask my own mother she agreed with any of the theories Todd and I had pondered in the park. "I mean... WHY did it make you happy?" "I wanted to be a mother. We tried to have you for almost a year. I wanted a Spring birth, but embryo Joseph had his own schedule." I let the subject drop. We ate and talked about pleasant, mundane things. As I helped her clean up, she mentioned how tired she was. "Why don't you go to bed early?" "Oh I will...in the guest room. I don't want to deal with him until morning." She fried her hands and we left the kitchen. "Don't forget to act sick in the morning." "OK. Good night." It was only a little after 8 PM and I was all alone in the large house. It's funny how life-changing moments can start so small and so quiet. I wanted to call Todd and talk to him, hear his voice. I had no idea why...or did I? I waited until after 9:30 to sneak back downstairs and use the living room phone. I had a cell phone, but didn't want the number to appear on the bill my parents paid. Family Plan. "Hello?" "Todd?" "Yeah. Is this my anonymous source?" "Yep. Did I wake you?" "What? No. We just got back from dinner and were going to hit the bar for awhile. Want to join us?" "Yeah. I have to sneak out. You're at The Crescent?" "Uh huh. Room 301. See you in a few." Oh shit. Did I just set something in motion I'd regret? Probably. Too late now. I changed clothes and combed my hair. Aftershave? No. Not now. Not tonight. I wore a M.I.I. sweatshirt so I wouldn't need a jacket. I went quietly out the front door and had a smoke on the porch. My car was at the curb and it looked so innocent, with no idea where I was going. The Crescent was a nice place and there were so many news vans in the parking lot. The scandal had been good for our local economy. I think I saw a few famous reporters in the lobby, but they had all started looking the same lately. TV people all share a quality I couldn't identify. His room was right outside the elevator. I knocked and a well-built black man answered the door. "Are you Deep Throat?" "Uh..." "Just kidding. Come on in. Todd's getting all fixed up, and I can see why. You made an impression on him." He had a friendly smile. There was a fat gold ring in his right ear. This guy probably worked out constantly. "Hi. I'm...I'm Joe." "Yeah. I'll just call you Deep Throat. Help yourself to the mini-bar and I'll go check on Todd." I opened the fridge and picked out a tiny bottle of vodka. It probably cost nine bucks, but ABC was picking up the tab. Serves 'em right for ever airing "Full House". I could hear their voices from behind the bathroom door. I had a really good sense of hearing that might be genetic because everybody in our house kept the volume down on the TV, and radio. I seldom listened to anything with headphones because I was afraid to miss things happening around me. I heard snippets of conversation from the two men. They both had deep voices that were purposely trying to mute a little. The vodka was gone and I grabbed another. I figured ABC had to pay for "Family Matters" as well. Then they both entered the room. Here he is, Jim...looking all pretty for you!" Jim? It was probably good he didn't remember my real name. Todd looked different than he did in the park, younger. I stood up and said "hi". We didn't shake hands. "I guess you finished your homework already. Glad you could come over." Sit and we'll have a drink and talk. This is my lover, Jack. He's rude." "Hi again Todd. He wasn't rude at all." "You see? I told you I was nice to the little guy." I finished the second tiny bottle of vodka. It burned a little...I could see why people mixed it with juice and stuff." "Well, have another snoot and we'll go down to the bar. There's a bartender there that Jack is in love with." It was nice to see a couple kid with each other. My parents were always very cordial with one another...they were constantly trying to avoid confrontation and debate. Todd fetched me the last of the vodka. I thanked him and tried to make some meaningful eye contact. I maybe could have if I knew how to do such things. Jack on I sat in chairs while Todd sat on the edge of the bed and considered the laces on his boots. Jack seemed very interested in me. "You're 18, right? We could get in trouble for giving you liquor. I am so done with police. So done with judges and jail and shit." "I turned 18 three weeks ago. And I don't have school tomorrow...you news people have shut us down." "Jack's a chef...not a leech like me. But I bet you don't mind a three day weekend. I've got more of the story to share with you. Your tip about talking to that stoner crowd paid off big...I even got a quote from one of the fathers." "Cool. Happy to help. Was it that guy with the neck tattoo?" "I'll fill you in on everything later. It's time to move downstairs." He and Jack fussed with each other about who had a key card for the door. I wanted a cigarette. The bar was sparsely populated at that moment. Todd mentioned that the story had peaked already and about a third of the reporters had left. Finally. I was in a good mood despite the urgent need for nicotine. Jack made us sit in the area where he could scan the bar for an appearance by his crush. A chubby waitress with a Baltimore accent took our drink orders and didn't even ask for my I.D. Todd looked like a million dollars and I was suddenly feeling like a 13 yr. old girl. He'd be one of the teachers all the female students would flirt with. Jack wasn't so bad to look at either, but I didn't completely trust him. "You switched to beer, Deep Throat?" "Yeah. Why do you call me that?" "Wishful thinking on his part." Todd was giving him a displeased look. "Nah, man. It's from Watergate. You probably don't know about all that." I sort of did, but just the basics. "He's smart...top of the class.One of the pot heads told me might be valedictorian." "Doubt it. My friend Robbie is probably going to beat me out. What else did those tell you?" "So much. I'm gonna get a promotion after this. Go get us some shots, Jack. Maybe your bartender will be there." Jack got up and left. I lit a cigarette even though I wasn't entirely sure we were in the smoking section. "Spill it, Todd. I want to know what you found out." He helped himself to a cig from my pack. "What do you want to know, Joey? I described you and they all knew your name. I won't use it. One of the future dads is Ronnie and he told me that he and one of the pregnant ladies was who he dated off and on. One of his quotes was 'she can't hit me up for child support because I don't got nothing.' He said he liked a warm place to put his cock in." "Yeah. I remember him. I tutored him in basic algebra, but I might as well have tried to teach a squirrel to speak French." "They also told me you interviewed them about drug abuse last year." "Yep, but I was cool about it. My angle was that it wasn't really an 'abuse'. Some kids drink early in life and some prefer pot. It was just a vice, a coping mechanism for people dealing with high school hell." "That's good. You're like me...searching for an approach that's not obvious. But I haven't told you the really big news. Are you ready? There actually IS a a homeless guy in the park, and he really has fucked some of the girls. He's not black, though. Just a dark Mexican guy. AND he has AIDS! Can you believe that?!" "Wow." "Does AIDS scare you?" "Maybe. I don't think about it much." "Jack and I are both HIV+. We both agreed to wait until one of us started showing symptoms before going on meds. What are you thinking?" "Uh...I don't know. Why did you tell me all that?" "I thought I'd tell you everything in case we all had some fun tonight. Interested?" Yes. "Sure. Where's Jack with our shots?" Just I finished asking that question, a new waitress came up with a tray of shot classes and a fresh beer. "Your negro buddy sent this over. He's a talker, that one." I had no idea what the shots were. I just downed one and let the fire spread over me. It had taken me a while, but I was finally a rebellious teen. I thought of my dad in some different city, knowing nothing. "Here..have mine too. I want to write tonight. I have an exclusive interview with Miguel -- the homeless sperm donor." "Where are you meeting him?" "Here. I got him a room on the third floor. My video guy is on his way....might even join us tonight. He's gay too, but I don't know if he's poz or not." The story was turning inside out now. Mom was sleeping right now and Dad was probably drinking...with no clue what I was in the middle of. Jack finally returned to our table. "He's not working tonight, I guess. His name is Lloyd and engaged to get married. Idiot. It's still pretty early...why aren't we rowdy yet?" "God, you're such a frat boy. I was just telling him about my successful day." "Let's celebrate! We agreed to show you a good time tonight...NYC style." "I'm pretty buzzed, man.' "Buzzed isn't going to cut it, Deep Throat." Todd's cell rang. "It's the network. Hold on." He walked a few feet away and answered the call. I sat there with Jack. "You ever been fucked by a man?" "What? No! Never!" "Then how do you know you're gay? Gay guys fuck." He was definitely an asshole. "I just turned 18, okay. It's not like this place is full of gay bars and bath houses." "Yeah yeah. I lost my cherry when I was fifteen and I wasn't nearly as cute as you." "Did it hurt?" "Definitely. I almost destroyed the first ass I plowed...and I'm not all that endowed. Not like Todd. Dude's got a giant cock. The camera guy, Nate, is new to me. He might be hung for all I know." Todd finally returned. "They are so psyched that I have the homeless guy for an exclusive. They are going to love me. Oh look! There's Nate." He saw us and walked to the table. Tall and bearded with a lip piercing. Hot. I imagined each one of them naked. Reflex. "Damn, Todd. This is a nice hotel. You must be moving up. What's everybody drinking? I'll get a round." He didn't wait for an answer -- just headed for the bar. I wasn't so sure I could drink any more booze." I watched him walk. Nice butt. "The call was from Mr. Matthews. He wants me to get the culprit's face on camera. We might have to him stoned first." "How?" I'd never smoked weed in my life. I thought it would kill my drive. Robbie offered me some once, but I declined. "We didn't fly here. We drove. It's inside one of my bags. You can't be too careful in airports." Nate returned with four cocktails and passed them around. "Is this kid even old enough to be here?" "Yeah. He's legal, Nate. Sit down." Jack said something about wishing there was music playing. "We're not at a club, you big queen. Be cool." "Why? You two are gonna talk shop and just leave me and Deep Throat just sitting here. Not that I mind." "'Deep Throat'? Wow...I'm late to the party." "He's a student at Conception High School. He's been a big help. You know better than to listen to anything Jack says. I haven't see Miguel since he checked in. He's probably just happy to have a shower and a bed. Let's get there before 10:30. I'm gonna offer him a little smoke-able truth serum. See how that goes." Jack and I continued to drink as Todd studied his phone and Nate went back to his room to get the camera. They went off to a separate table to plan the shoot and conspire. As much as I liked him, this guy had a story to get and a career to boost. "I'm used to this. What do you of Nate? He's not a bad guy." "I like the beard." Bearded men are almost always attractive to me. There must have been a movie or TV show as a kid that planted that particular fetish in my brain. Way back when there was just a trace of testosterone seeping into my system. "Todd had a mustache when we first met. I can take facial hair or leave it. We bonded over weed and kink." "Kink?" You'll find out later. We got left on prom night. Are you pissed off?" No. Maybe a little. I don't know." "Let's leave them to their work shit. We can raid the mini-bar and watch HBO or something." I finished my drink and stood up. I maybe shouldn't have come here. I bumped my shoulder on the door frame on our way out. "Ow!" "Dang, boy...You a lightweight. Need help?" "No no. I'm fine. That was embarrassing, though." as the elevator went up, Jack touched by butt. We passed the third floor where the breaking story was going down. "I been wearing these clothes all day...mind if I change?" I shook my head as we entered the room. "The remote is on top of that desk. Find something smutty on cable." He went to the bathroom and closed the door. OK. I found an imported beer in the fridge and cracked it open. He was running the shower in there. Or maybe it was the sink. I found "American Gigolo" which I think I saw once. You can see Richard Gere's limp dick in this. HBO was showing something about a handicapped kid. Jack walked out of the bathroom, wearing just a white robe. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I needed to freshen up my stuff a little." "It's OK. There's not a plethora of smut on TV tonight." "Richard Gere. I saw him in person once...wearing a fur coat and looking like a wealthy queen. Doesn't do much for me." "I like this movie only because they play a Blondie Song. Good group." "I met Debby Harry at an AIDS charity thing. Bitch is in her late 50's now. But way cool. And short." New York must be a magical place. "I...I can try to find another movie." "Never mind. Go get me something from the mini-bar. You decide what." He had loosened his robe a little. I chose a little bottle of gin. He seemed like a guy who liked gin. "Good man. Drink your beer and let me ask you some stuff." I had a surprise boner that was testing the fly of my jeans. "This one's almost empty. I'll get another." I did and kicked off my shoes, and joined him on the bed. His dick was so close to being exposed. So close. "Settle back. What's going through your mind right now?" "Not much. What did you want to ask me?" "You a virgin, right? Todd assumed you were." Shit. I thought he'd start with questions about my hobbies or something. "Yes. I am. I probably will be for a few more years." "I doubt that. You ever think about black men...you ever been kissed by one? Think you'd like that?" "Well...I probably would like that, Jack. " I could have waited for him to make the move, but I just leaned over and put a big kiss on his fat, fleshy lips. It was electric for me. We stayed in a sloppy lip lock for over a minute. Our faces were covered with warm saliva. I almost had an orgasm right then. "OK then! Nice. Take your clothes off, baby." Let me look at you." I did just that as he slipped the robe off. I was down to my socks as I saw his healthy hard-on stick straight into the air. I took one last glug from the beer and jumped back in the bed next to him. His arms were huge and muscular. I kissed his biceps and shoulders. "You are beautiful, Jack." "I know. I work on this body so I can keep my Sugar Daddy. Todd's OK, but we are not meant to be. Want me to show you some things?" "YES!" "Good answer. Suck on this cock for a while." It was so perfect...I swear it could be in an art museum. I licked it up and down and tasted soap. The head was the color of a bruise and a tiny teardrop of clear fluid was leaking from the piss hole. I took the whole thing in my mouth and tried to move down the shaft. 'Try' being the key word. Turns out my gag reflex was untested and fighting my desires. "Slow down. I guess your throat ain't all that deep after all. Take your time." I felt so greedy. I wanted his fat, brown shaft to fill my throat. I needed air so I pulled away and gasped for oxygen. "I'm new at this. But thanks for letting me do that, Jack." "OK. My turn to do something for you. Lie back. I lied there completely naked as his dark, muscular body covered mine. It was like a hot, porn fever dream. He moved down and spread my legs. He was tonguing my ass while jacking my dick. Wow. I was excited, scared and lost in pleasure. I'd never felt anything like that...hadn't even imagined it. Was this really happening?? He used his strength to just flip me on my stomach. He continued rimming me until I thought I couldn't it any longer. "You like that, Jim?" "God yes! Can I do that to you too?" "Later. I got to fuck that little bubble butt now. Let's try it with no condom on at first. You agree to that?" Did I? Yes. "This is going to hurt, isn't it?" He didn't answer because he was too busy rooting through his duffel bag. Maybe he was going to put on a rubber after all. Nope. He was greasing his fat dick with some lube I never caught a glimpse of. He worked a few oily fingers into my hole. "You're tight as hell, but pretty relaxed from my tongue.This probably won't hurt too much. Just relax and be patient...it'll feel so good eventually. " He lowered his body down and prodded my ass with that cock of his. Exciting! I tried to open my whole body to the experience. He jabbed my hole and I thought I'd die. Damn! "Ow! No, Jack. Let's stop for a second." My forehead was covered with sweat. "Relax. Open up for me as best you can." He had no intention of pulling out, and kept moving in. And then SLAM! Jack was all the way inside me. His hairy pubes were soft on my butt cheeks. "Shh. You're about to feel really good." He was right. My body had recovered from the stab of pain...and gave over to the delights of being fucked. He went at even pace and his hot breath warmed the back of my neck. He was an expert at this...he knew all the buttons to push and all the switches to flip. I shuddered as if I was cold. I came all over the bed. His dick must have enjoyed my shuddering and clenching because he was moaning and pumping even faster. I understood why couples videotaped themselves having sex...I so badly wanted to see his super muscular butt bucking up and down on top of me. I had just come, but my dick was getting hard again. As my mind was traveling the stars above, he said "Shit! It's all yours now, baby." His seed was a part of my future. This was the feeling so many people craved -- a mixture of pleasure, surrender and the feeling that your life was different now. "Wow. You're amazing, Jack. I mean...wow." We each composed ourselves a little. "You OK? Need the bathroom?" "Maybe. Yeah. I'll be right back." I was fine, but I needed a little time alone to process everything. The soreness down there was bearable and also pleasant in a weird way. I guess it was good that it was done, and there's no way I could make a different choice. There was another white robe on a hook in the bathroom. I put it on. I needed a cigarette, but I'm pretty sure this was a non-smoking room. "Everything okay? I got you another beer." I put my clothes back on. "You leaving already? I feel so cheap!" He was chuckling at his own joke. "I just need a smoke. Be right back." The elevator stopped on the way down and Nate stepped in carrying an impressive video camera. "You're going home? It's not even 1 yet." "Nah. I need a cigarette." "Cool...can I join you?" We stepped outside the hotel and stood near a big standing ashtray filled with clean white sand. "How'd the interview go?" "Oh man! We got some great stuff. This guy finally decided that he didn't want his face shown, and I don't blame him. He'd be hunted down and killed. Dude is dumb as hell, but he at least knew that much. Hell...I better go edit all this stuff now. Be cool and drive safe." The word 'safe' seemed kind of ridiculous now. A few minutes later I went back through the lobby and ran into Todd. "Well..what have we got here?" He had a devilish smile. "Oh. I uh..." "I went back to the room and the whole place smelled like sex. It's okay. I'm not mad at either of you...just wish I would have been your first. How does it feel?" "Fine. Good, actually." "Let's go somewhere. I found a little secret place on my way to Miguel's room." The place he found was a small utility room on the third floor. "It's not exactly very clean or comfortable here, but there's a lock on the door." I knew where this was going. So be it. "Can you handle another dick in you so soon? This dick right here?" He'd fished his meat out through the zipper. It was bigger than Jack's, but not as pretty. It was so heavily-veined that it looked as if earthworms were climbing up from the base. "Yeah. It's an interesting dick you got there, Todd." "Why not get a closer look?" I was down on my knees so fast. I guess I could have played along and pretended to study it, but the time for coy games had long since passed. I started kissing and licking it. It didn't get any prettier as it became fully hard. "That's it. Yeah. Take that cock, kid." He grabbed the back of my head and humped my face. His technique wasn't as smooth as his lover's. I didn't mind. I'd already discovered the joys of submitting to a man's dick. Giving myself away.... He bent me over a large cardboard box full of something solid and heavy, and pulled down my pants. This was decidedly less sexy than being in a bed. He probed my ass with two fingers. "Damn. You're still lubed up. Jack's pretty good at that. Let me fuck his load deeper into you and add my own. Want that, Joey? Of course you do. Lower yourself down just a bit...like you're about to kneel down and pray. Stick your ass a little. Like that. Yeah." And then there was that familiar feeling of his cock head prodding my hole. There was nothing smooth or seductive about his approach to this. He just kept pushing and trying to get inside. It occurred to me that it was part of my punishment for not letting him fuck me first...or for having sex with his boyfriend. I just knew he was making me pay. Or maybe he thought it's what I wanted. I yelped once. He hit a spot up in me that Jack didn't or couldn't reach. Todd was crazy with angry lust and just kept thrusting like I was a blow-up doll or something. I wasn't really enjoying this physically. Mentally, however, it was exciting to imagine two different strains of HIV entering my bloodstream. It would go through my brain and heart and do its thing. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the bug, the sex bug. "Gonna come in you now!" He grabbed my shoulders and made one final thrust. "Oh FUCK!" It was over. He pulled out of me and zipped his fly. "Wow. I'll remember that forever, Todd." "You have no idea. Sorry I was a little impatient...I just wanted to breed you so bad. Let's decide now that Jack's cum wasn't enough to impregnate you, but my potent sperm hit the bull's eye. Keep thinking that. I will." "Yeah. I like that idea." "I think I've got another special surprise lined up for you. A gift. Stay here a minute and I'll be right back." He left and closed the door behind him. I pulled my pants up and tried to look normal. The room was weird and I looked around for something, anything to occupy myself with. An ice cold beer would have been nice. Maybe Todd wasn't coming back. "OK." He came back in to our secret room. "Think you can handle another load? Miguel wants a blow job, and neither Nate or I would do it. Ethics and all. But I just told him about you and he liked the idea...especially because you're young and don't have any facial hair. He's a little sleazy, but all cleaned up. You need to taste the same cum that knocked-up some of your schoolmates. You game?" "Why not? I'm a professional slut now." "Good. He's in room # 312 and the door is wedged open a little. Just go in there and say 'Hi'. He'll tell you what to do. I don't think he wants to fuck your ass, though. Seed is seed, ya know? Jack and I have a poz friend who claims he's only ever sucked dick in his life. Maybe bite your tongue or something. Oh wait. Never mind." He kissed me deeply, passionately. The he bit my lower lip and sucked on my tongue fiercely. It was so hot until he clamped his teeth down on the tip.YOW! I knew what he was doing. My mouth was prepped for yet another toxic load. "Thanks, man. I think I'm ready now." "Almost." He stuck two hairy fingers between my lips and drug his nails across my gums and the insides of my cheeks. "Now you're ready. Room 312...just go on in. He's expecting you. I'll be here a few more days. Call again. Here's my business card. Keep in touch, please." I nodded and left. The hallway was silent. I made a mental note of the pattern on the carpet and the way the sconces made little pools of amber light. If only the room was further away. It was right there...a little sliver of TV light was creeping out of the crack in the door. OK. It was time. I knocked softly and went inside. "Miguel? Hi. I'm Jim." He was completely naked and lying on top of the bed. Flat on his back. You can't control the first thing people notice about you. I noticed what a sweet, delicate shade of pink the soles of his feet were. The rest of him was dark brown and hairy. His hair was longish and his beard was so thick and full. His eyes were dark, glistening. "Jim? OK. You like to suck the dick, yes? And you go to the school where some of my girls go?" "Yes. I've been wanting to meet you." "That's good. Get us some tequila from that ice box. TV is paying for it." I did what he requested. Never tasted tequila that I can remember. I handed him the little bottle and opened my own. It stung the little wounds Todd had made in my mouth. "So you live in the park?" "Not now. I'm living here as long as they let me. And then...and then I will go South. I got some cousins in Tupelo, Alabama. Shame to leave this place though, cuz there is so much willing pussy here. And I always need to fuck." He was stroking his nice slab of dark meat. "I'm sort of famous too. I should write a book, but my English is not so well." "I can help you. I'm a writer...or I want to be." "Good. Leave your phone and address with me. Can't use my real name." "Oh I know. I just want to be a part of your story and have you be a part of mine." "Yes. Good. Go bring us more booze. I don't care what." I brought back six or seven mini bottles and bravely lied down next to him. "You are very handsome. Your babies will be so cute. I know some of the mamas." " I always wanted a family...not this way, but there are not many ways for a guy like me. Especially now that there is a sickness in my balls." His dick was rock hard and sticking straight up. It was even darker than Jack's. Almost completely black. "You think this is handsome also?" He flashed a grin. I understood how so many girls had submitted to him and taken his seed. "Let's drink a little more and then you put your mouth there. We watched TV and glugged down the liquor. It was some MTV series with beautiful, young people staying at a beach house. It was practically porn, but everybody's clothes were on. Boring. I just looked at him jerking off that big cock. "What would you like to be in the book?" "Really? You really going to write it? Give me money when it sells?" "I promise. I'll give you half." "You are so good. I'm sorry but I won't fuck you in the culo . I don't never do that." "It's cool, Miguel. I'll do whatever you want. You set the limits." "Yes. You know what I won't do now...do some of your gay stuff. Want to lick my asshole?" "Yes. I do." "Just do what you want." I leaned over and kissed his hot, hard dick. He sighed loudly. I'd already sucked two dicks in the last three hours...I had a knack for it now. I knew my gag reflex had to be conquered. I amazed him (and myself) by taking the whole dick in my mouth. It was in my throat, hitting spots I didn't know about. If he shot his load now, it would fill my lungs. So be it. He was so verbal. "Fuck! I never want you to stop! Tomar mi semen! Swallow now! Mierda!!!" He let a long rope of cum shoot into my mouth. I made a point of swishing the fluid around over my gums. It was strong-tasting, salty and thick. No wonder he impregnated so many wombs. He lifted his softening cock out of my mouth and the last drops of hot semen soaked his pubes. It was completely white with tiny swimmers. Fertile man. He was sleepy, and I left. I thought about everything. My state of mind was of no importance. I had to go home and sneak back into my room. No time for regrets or sadness. Or anger. All those emotions were useless. I felt some blood in my underwear. I was leaking. Mom and I spent Friday together as my ass continued to drip. We'd see heavily-pregnant women walking around in the mall, and I knew something about them and also about me. We all got seeded because we caved in. We all shared a secret willingness to let a dick change our lives. (to be continued)

After taking a random load at lunchtime I realised I hadn't cum for a few days and my balls were aching, so I looked around on Bbrts for a willing and local bottom. It is all very well having a cummy hole, but if I am not careful I am prone to forgetting to top for ages until like today I am really just bursting. My favourite bottoms are pre-loaded and slutty, but I got chatting to a student bottom in a local halls of residence who looked like he had a lovely ass, who said he would be ready shortly to take a quick load, so I walked over and met him in the lobby. It was kinda funny as he had to sign me in, take me up in a lift to one of those student dorm places, but thankfully had his own room. As soon as we got inside he stripped down and got to work sucking my cock, giving me a really great blowjob, which was made better when, having told him I had been fucked earlier that day, he slid a finger into my hole, playing with the cum that was still oozing out of my hole. This was seriously edging me, so I quickly flipped him around and pushed in. Thoughtfully he had pre-lubed his hole with some nice gel or something so I could slide right in, balls-deep. He also had lovely "real" American poppers which helped me not to unload too fast. I tried to give him a nice longish fuck but as I had already been fucked and he had blown me so well, there was only so long I could last. I wasn't surprised when, before long, I shot a huge load into his ass. I couldn't honestly remember the last time I bred a guy, and would have to check my blog to determine as much, but in any event I think he got a good week's worth. Then I went back to my office and picked up some packing tape on the way home, which was such a lame excuse for being out and around but hey, better than nothing.

On Thursday night I was in the midtown area of Detroit running errands. I had already come to the conclusion that things between me and my ex were not going anywhere, and lately, my gym buddy has been spending more time with his family, which wasn't an emotional problem for me, but I still need dick in my ass, so I decided to call up a friend of my ex, with whom I had flirted with on many occasions. Now there was nothing holding me back. We agreed to meet up around 8:30 that evening at his place, which gave me plenty of time to get things done, including cleaning out good in case things went the way I expected them to go. (Got to love fiber supplements, make things sooo much easier.) When I arrived at his place he gave me the grand tour. The condo was filled with really excellent art, and the man was equally attractive as he is a sharp dresser, dark skin, beautiful manly smile, hot physique, the whole package. We got to the top floor of his four story condo and he was definitely ready. We did the talk and got undressed. He got one of those triangle pillows for acid reflux, a bed pad for any “spills” and a can of silicone lube. Game on. For the next two hours we engaged in a nonstop fuck / suck / lick session with tons of salty sweat dripping off his body onto mine. With the pad laid out and with a pillow propping my ass in the air for easy access for his raw dick, he demonstrated knew how to fuck. After nearly two hours, I could feel his load building up so I pulled his ass closer so he could give me all eight cut inches, balls-deep. I could feel his load as it pulsed inside my ass. He pulled out and made sure I got mine. He obviously knew I was a bottom who really enjoyed bottom action, he took a dildo out of the closet and roughly inserted it into my ass, which was lubed only with the remnant of the silicone lube and his cum. He pressed his body on top of mine and reached around to fuck me with the dildo while milking my dick. He leaned forward and let me suck his dick while jacking off, the dildo still firmly inserted in my ass as I approached my money shot. When I was close, he closed his mouth on mine, pressed his body against mine and arm against my throat, and slowly started removing the dildo. That was enough to push me over the edge and I shot about six huge shots landing all over the back of his ass as well as my stomach. Definitely going to happen again soon.

Thanks for the comments. Hope you enjoy the rest of it too. -------------- Part 2 - Travel time The next one and a half weeks flew by. The apartment suddenly had the same energy that it used to have. The two of them were joking and groping each other like when they had first met. The sex between Mark and Eric was non-stop. There were long fuck sessions in the evening until they passed out along with the occasional morning breeding. Eric was getting numerous doses of poz cum and his ass was constantly sore. At one point Mark asked Eric if it was okay to bring a couple other poz guys over to help make sure he got knocked up, but Eric insisted that he wanted only one person to be the one that charged him up and that was Mark. The night before Mark was to fly out to visit his brother, he started packing his suitcase. He laid out a few things and before he could get too far, Eric was behind him, naked. Eric started to undress Mark, playfully biting his neck and rubbing his body. Soon they were both on the bed naked and Eric really started to take over. He needed to fuck for a change since he had been bottoming all the time since he told Mark he wanted to convert. Eric quickly had Mark sucking his hard cock and before too long was fucking Mark’s face. He knew his shorter dick wouldn’t gag Mark and decided that once he was poz he would get his cock pierced like Mark’s. Once his cock was covered in spit he climbed between Mark’s legs and teased his hole to get it ready. A bit of tongue, some fingers, and finally cock played with Mark’s fuck hole until he started to push in slow and steady. As the head finally made it past the ring, Eric moved to fuck Mark harder and harder. He was so horned up from not fucking that it didn’t take long before he got to the point of no return. As his balls and cock throbbed, he told Mark “I’m not sure whether this load is neg or poz but its going inside you. NOW," burying his cock deep in Mark’s hole as the rush of cum shoot inside. The orgasm was one of the most intense that he had ever had. Eric looked down at Mark and saw a big huge grin on his face. Both of them had enjoyed this quick reversal of roles but now it was time for Eric’s dose of toxic seed. Mark flipped Eric over and drove his cock in hard. He had been dripping precum the entire time Eric had been fucking him and the precum lubed up Eric’s hole very fast. Mark was sure that there was no real need to breed Eric again, he was probably already infected but with the spark back in their relationship he didn’t want to derail it again. Mark decided that tonight’s fuck would be more sensuous than the previous week’s sex had been. Firm and hard, but still more akin to making love. He was going to be gone for several days and wanted tonight to be more than just a fuck to poz Eric up. They fucked for over two hours, during which Mark came in Eric three times, to the point his balls ached. Eric fucked Mark again and gave Mark an additional two loads, so the score was even at three loads each. They then collapsed, falling into a deep sleep. Mark got up early Thursday morning and finished packing. He knew he overpacked for just a few days trip, but he made sure there was plenty if lube and poppers in his bag. At the last minute he grabbed a dildo, a plug, some ropes and a blindfold and dumped them in the bag. Any drugs he wanted while he was back in the Midwest he could score on campus. Maybe even from the same guys he used to buy from, he laughed. He grabbed a Uber to the airport and checked his suitcase, chuckling at what the TSA might see when x-raying his bag. There were no direct flights so he had his tablet to watch some videos on the plane and during his three hour layover. The first flight went smoothly and they even landed early. No screaming kids, no obnoxious people in his row, just a bunch of business travelers. He grabbed a good nap since he was still tired from the night before. Getting off the plane he grabbed a large coffee, found his next gate and sat down for a long wait. After catching up on email and news it was time to recycle all the coffee he had drunk. Packing his backpack up, he wandered down the concourse and found the mens room. Walking in he checked out the guys at the urinals as he always did. Not a lot of guys were there and most didn’t interest him but there was one guy that caught his attention. Taller than Mark by a few inches and a body muscled up from working, not working out, his hair buzzed short and the scruff on his face about the same length. The guy made Mark’s cock and ass twitch. He walked up to the urinal to the left of the stud and pulled out his cock to start to piss. With his backpack slung over one arm, Mark wasn’t standing up straight and as he pulled his cock out the PA clanked against the porcelain urinal and caused him to jolt to the left a bit. He heard the guy next to him chuckle and mutter “nice” somewhat sarcastically. As he was finishing up emptying his bladder, the guy brushed against him and gave a nod towards the stalls. Mark knew he had at least an hour to kill so he shook his cock dry and stuffed it back in his jeans and zipped up. Looking around he didn’t see anyone else watching so he followed the stud back around the corner where there were a few stalls by themselves, all empty. After a second check to see if anyone was watching, he followed the guy into the first stall. Mark quickly put his backpack down next to the toilet and as he looked up the guy grabbed his head and held it tight, roughly kissing him and groping his ass. The stud’s strong hand slipped down the back of his jeans and a finger ran between his ass cheeks and into his hole. A moment later Mark found himself pushed down to the toilet seat. Looking up he saw the guy motion with his finger to his mouth to be quiet. Mark chuckled quietly to himself, having fucked many times in public toilets he knew the drill. He reached up and unbuttoned the stud's jeans and fished out the guy’s cock. Soft it was six inches and even thicker than Mark’s with a large PA like his own except for the pointy conical ends to the circular barbell ring instead of the balls Mark had on his. Mark eagerly sucked the cock into his mouth, his tongue wrapping around the piercing and the head as he took more of the cock into his mouth tasting the piss and some precum. Knowing he had to work quickly, he bobbed on the cock covering it with as much spit as possible. The stud’s cock kept growing and filled his mouth. The stud then gave a few quick jabs with his cock into his throat. With the PA scraping his throat raw, Mark thought 'Damn, this thing is gonna destroy my ass if he fucks me'. No sooner than he finished his thought, the guy pulled his cock out of Mark’s mouth and grabbed his arms, pulling him up and spinning him around in one move. Mark knew what was coming and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down with his underwear. He spread his legs and bent forward, bracing himself on the toilet. Mark felt a few spit covered fingers circle his fuck hole before they plunged in stretching Mark open. A few seconds later Mark felt the PA against his pucker and readied himself for the cock that was about to fuck him. He felt the pressure and tried to relax as the monster cock invaded his hole. Mark was used to big cocks and fists in his hole, but this was so sudden that he couldn’t prepare for the pain. As much as he wanted to scream out, he knew he couldn’t make any noise. The stud just kept pushing until all nine inches of cock was inside Mark, scraping, stretching and tearing its way inside. The guy gave Mark a few moments to adjust before he started fucking him with long, slow, hard thrusts. Each thrust seemed to get more brutal than the last. The fucking only lasted a few minutes but it seemed like an hour to Mark. Finally the stud pulled Mark up to his chest and buried his cock deep inside Mark’s ass. Mark could feel the pulses in his ass ring as the guy pumped his load inside Mark’s destroyed man cunt. As the guy’s orgasm faded he whispered in Mark’s ear “That load is going to be with you forever. Enjoy it.” Slowly the stud pulled his cock from Mark’s ass and spun him around forcing him back on the toilet. Mark knew what he was expected to do and began cleaning the cock in front of him. He could taste the blood and some very nasty tasting cum. Once the stud was satisfied he pulled his cock back and stuffed it back in his jeans. The stud slapped Mark’s face lightly and quietly muttered “Thanks, fucker” and squeezed out of the stall. Mark locked the door and took a few minutes to come down from the post fuck rush. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper and made up a makeshift tampon and stuffed it up his ass to keep the cum and blood soaking through his jeans on the next flight. When he stood up, his legs were still shaking and he realized he never had a chance to get off himself. Looking at his phone he realized he had to get back to the gate so he wouldn’t miss his flight. Once on the plane he was happy that he was the only person in his row on that side of the airplane since he knew anyone close could smell the cum. During the flight he replayed the whole fuck session over and over with his cock rock hard most of the time. 'What exactly did he mean by the load would be with him forever', he thought. Definitely at least HIV, but was it an untreatable strain? What other STDs had no cure or treatment? It was a rough flight and the plane bounced through the air the whole time. Mark’s ass ached from the pounding he had taken and each time the plane bounced he got a stinging reminder, but it was a feeling he enjoyed. Soon the plane was landing and Mark was hoping his emergency tampon had worked and there wouldn’t be a spot on his jeans. Just in case, Mark waited until he was the last passenger on the plane and got off. As he was getting off the plane the male flight attendant at the door smirked at him and said rather effeminately “Hope your evening is as good as the rest of the day.” Fuck, was the smell that obvious? Finding a bathroom, Mark went to a stall to swap out the tampon for a new one, finding it was easier to shit it out than to try and take it out with his fingers since the blood and cum had dissolved most of it. Inserting the new one, he stood and checked the toilet. The huge toxic load the guy gave him was there, all dark pink. He took a piss and flushed the toilet, washed his hands and headed off to get his suitcase from baggage claim. After getting his bag, he hopped on the car rental shuttle and took the ride to get his car. It seemed like the driver was aiming at every pothole he could find and each jolt sent a shockwave through Mark’s body. Once he got to the car rental office he went inside. Thankfully there was no line and a young guy was the only worker at the counter.

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.

Taking loads from bottoms it's always been a huge turn-on. I have an idea why but that's for another time. When I was young I used to workout a lot and was quite muscled. I enjoyed hooking-up with bottoms and the challenge was to leave with their load deep in my hole. All the touching and kissing would turn them on and once they got a hard-on and found my lubed hole, they quickly became tops and ended up fucking me and breeding my hole. I remember one telling me "You tricked me" but I never felt bad because I would hear them moaning and groaning as they pumped their load in my hole. How could I feel bad after all that pleasure. At the bathhouse I like staying late enough to get loads from those bottoms who after taking loads need to quickly find a hole to unload. Never a long fuck but I don't care about that. So many bottoms assume they can't fuck because their cock is too small or because they cum too quickly. So, I'll be going on holidays to a Spanish-speaking city where the apartment has a sling for my use. I already created a profile in a popular site: I've received messages from more than 50 guys! Some are strictly interested in the anon action, walk-in, etc. This kind of anonymous action is not yet common. They've seen it in the porno but they like the "walk-in" idea. Others have written because they are interested in being the bottom on the sling and take anon loads. The deal I'm making with them is that first they come and fuck me and breed my hole. We then agree to meet another time. All bottoms who have answered to my profile have agreed to first breeding my hole. This idea that bottoms can never fuck, sort of like women, is ridiculous. Total bottoms can occasionally enjoy breeding a hole, especially at a place like a bathhouse or sex-club. Being a bottom just means that one is not a good top who can fuck for a long time and control when you shoot. I know I would love to fuck for hours staying rock-hard while you fuck.

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Thank you, sir! If I am with a man, he is naturally entitled to penetrate me whenever he has the slightest urge. I would like nothing more than for my body to be sexually useful to a man while I am unconscious. I dream of waking up with aching guts and his stud seed and spots of blood oozing out of my gaping cunt onto the sheets. Meanwhile, he is at work or maybe out bashing the fresh cunt of some boy who happens to be alert (for variety). But he has left me a photograph of his proud, greasy erection pushing into my sleeping body and I feel a rush of love for him. Or better yet, I wake up to him jabbing my insides as deeply as he can at his moment of victory. I scream in pain and lust while he curses and grunts his potent wad into my bruised colon. I would be disappointed in the extreme if my man didn't at the very least have the urge to take advantage of my helplessness for his own satisfaction. I need a man who is profoundly selfish about using me for his own pleasure and is perverted enough to enjoy exploiting me. Above all, he must have the towering, phallic arrogance to believe that he has every right to enjoy himself at my expense and wipe the mess on my face afterwards. It's true that such arrangements do not entirely fit the standard model of consent, but what do you do with the fact that so many faggots desperately want to experience this kind of "assault"? Maybe the same model doesn't work well for everyone. I'm not suggesting a change to any legal standards, but personally, I would beg for such "abuse" and try to convince the man that I would never resent or blame him. Even with the risks, I think a man who has the right ego and who understands my needs might agree to it. At least, such is my fervent hope. I mean, if I can go to a sex club, put on a blindfold, put my legs in the air, and let completely unknown men fill me with diseases, why can't I let a man I know and want fuck me in my sleep?

Chapter 2: Jack woke up, without any idea where he was or how long he’d been out. His mind no longer felt fogged, and he seemed back in control of his limbs. The handcuffs and bag over his head had been removed, the only clothing on him was something that seemed like a cross between a bathrobe and a hospital gown; it had long sleeves, went down to nearly his ankles, and had an opening all the way down the back that was held closed by a series of snaps. His right arm was slightly stiff, and there was a taped-down piece of gauze bandaging the inner part of his elbow. “What the fuck?!?” Jack thought, “Did someone inject me with something?! No, it wasn’t just a needle; it was an IV. But how the fuck do I know that, and why don’t I remember it?” Jack coughed suddenly, a cough that was sounded bizarre to him, hoarse yet fainter than a cough should sound. The cough made him realize something was wrong with his throat; not the tickle of a sore throat, more like the burning rawness of the last time he had strep-throat, or when he’d had his tonsils removed as a kid. Where was he? It seemed like a room in someone’s basement, or the inside of a bomb shelter, perhaps. This place wasn’t a room, it was a cell; Jack was a prisoner here. The hair on Jack’s neck stood up as he realized this, and he nervously looked around. Three of the cell’s walls, and the floor, seemed to be made of concrete; the remaining wall was mostly occupied by a floor to ceiling mirror (the sort of mirror that would allow someone on the other side to spy on him, Jack assumed) with a reinforced metal door keeping the mirror from taking up the entire wall. A wide strip of cement, same as the other walls, separated the mirror from the doorframe. The ceiling looked to be made of some type of metal, with several small lights spaced evenly over the room. On the far end of the room there was a shower, with a slightly lower floor than the rest of the room, and a glass door; the shower area was large but lacked any sort of tub, and Jack sensed the room’s floor had a very slight tilt toward the shower drain. A toilet and sink were near the shower; a small cabinet with a mirrored face adorned the wall above the sink. Jack was lying on a small bed (almost a cot, really), the metal frame was anchored into the wall. The pillow and linens were clean and surprisingly comfortable. Jack got off the bed, walked over to the sink, and turned on the water. It came out cold, and seemed clean. Jack bent down and took several gulps; he expected this would aggravate the burn in his throat, but the water didn’t bother him. He resumed checking out the room. Near the bed was a nightstand, with a wooden chair next to it. Some kind of U-shaped pipe or piece of metal stuck out of the floor in the middle of the room, almost like a giant staple in the ground. Two cameras were mounted in opposite corners of the room, inside protective plastic cages. Despite multiple wall vents, Jack felt almost no air movement, though the room seemed neither chilly nor hot. A large, flat-screen TV was mounted on the wall across from the bed. As if noticing his attention, it turned on. A man in a leather suit appeared on screen. He was slightly shorter than the man in the pig hood had been, but more well built, more muscular. This man also wore a leather hood, but instead of a puppy or a pig, his resembled a wolf. “Greetings Jack,” the wolf-hooded man said, “I’m Mister Wolf. I expect you’re quite upset and more than a bit frightened by your encounter with my friend Mister Pig, and the way you were brought to your new home, but there’s no need to panic. I want to make that totally clear, Jack: this is your home now, and you don’t need to be afraid. You’re our pet now, and we’ll take good care of you, but you have to be a good, obedient boy in return. I’m sure you’re hungry; I know it’s been many days since your last meal, and I don’t want our newest pet to starve. Look under the bed, Jack, there’s a length of chain, a padded metal collar, and a pair of padlocks. I want our new pet, our new Puppy, to put on his new collar, secure it to the chain with one of the padlocks, and then use the other padlock to secure the chain to the anchor bar in the middle of the floor. If Puppy is a good boy and does that, I’ll reward him with food.” As the television turned off, Jack noticed the cameras re-position, getting a better view of him. He briefly considered refusing the command, making an obscene gesture, but decided against it. He didn’t know what exactly his abductors would do if he disobeyed. Given the planning and preparation that had clearly gone into his abduction (and the implication he wasn’t their first victim) Jack decided that, for the time being, compliance was in his best interest. Jack knew he was already trapped; a chain around his neck wasn’t going to make things any worse for him. Besides that, he was REALLY fucking hungry. Jack rolled off the bed and immediately knelt down to reach underneath it. Sure enough, the chain, collar, and padlocks were there. Jack did as instructed, putting on the collar (thankfully, the collar was fairly loose fitting, so he didn’t have any worries about it impeding breathing or eating), securing it to the chain, and then securing the chain to the anchor in the floor. The cameras tracked his movements as he walked around the room, testing the limits of movement the chain allowed him, as well as its weight. The bed and toilet were accessible while chained, as was the shower. The chain’s length did not quite allow him to reach the door. The weight was considerable, but not a serious burden; Jack could already tell there was no way he’d be able to break it without tools. Jack heard several clicking sounds from the door, and it opened outward. Mister Wolf stepped inside the room, carrying a steaming bowl. Jack smelled meat (or was it fish of some kind?) and a hunger pang nearly made him wince, but Jack kept his face blank. Mister Wolf walked briskly to the nightstand and set the bowl down. He then turned and looked Jack up and down. “Hi Puppy,” Mister Wolf said to him, ”The collar looks good on you. I’m glad you decided to be a good boy and obey me. My friend Mister Bear made some stew for our hungry boy. We don’t want to risk your clothes getting dirty though, so Puppy needs to take off his frock and put it neatly on the bed before he’ll get fed.” Jack took a deep and somewhat shaky breath, his throat burning as he did so. He needed a moment to collect himself or he was going to lose it. Since waking up, he had been focused on checking out his surroundings, then by Mister Wolf’s appearance on the TV, and then his hunger and the prospect of being fed had kept his mind occupied, kept him from considering who his captors were or what exactly they wanted, but being ordered to strip naked had been like bashing Jack over the head with the broader implications of his situation (and what was likely in store for him). Jack finally processed something Mister Wolf had said on the TV; he had been here for several days, possibly longer than that. What sort of drugs had they put in his system to knock him out for that long? What damage had that done to his body? What might have happened to him while he was unconscious, completely defenseless? How far away from home could they have taken him in that time? “The new Puppy doesn’t seem very obedient,” a voice boomed from the door, snapping Jack out of his thoughts and bringing his attention to the figure stepping into the doorway. It was the man in the pig mask. “You were told to get naked, so do it, Puppy,” he ordered. Jack looked back and forth between the two masked men, his stomach churning with fear. Mister Wolf, like everything about this situation, scared him, but Mister Pig…his voice, the way he moved…fuck it, everything about him made Jack want to piss himself. Never in Jack’s life had he felt the urge to run away so badly, the need to escape from danger. The collar and chain suddenly felt a thousand times heavier than it had before. “Boy, you’re gonna learn real quick to do as you’re fucking told,” Mister Pig said. Jack’s attention turned to Mister Wolf as the man started to say something, but was cut off when a sizzling, popping sound thundered nearby; Jack saw the flicker of electricity crackling briefly at the end of the rod Mister Pig was now holding. ”Holy fucking shit that’s a cattle prod!!!” Jack realized, as he saw Mister Pig advance into the room and touch the end of the prod to a link in Jack’s chain. Before the prod could discharge again, Jack had slumped to his knees and tears were running down his face, his mouth open as he stared at Mister Pig in terror. “Hold on, Mister Pig,” Mister Wolf said sternly, “Puppy’s gone through a lot the last few days, but he’s behaved so far for me; he’s a good boy. Here, we’ll show you; Puppy, your clothes are coming off,” he grabbed Jack’s frock by the sleeves and pulled it off his body, the snaps in the back clicking as they gave way, leaving Jack completely nude save for the collar around his neck. Mister Wolf quickly folded up the garment and put it on the bed. “Stand up Puppy, it’s okay, you’re okay,” the man said soothingly as Jack stood up awkwardly, “Good boy. Show Mister Pig that you’re a good boy and he doesn’t need to be upset with you. I know! Nobody told me your cock was uncut, pull your foreskin back and show us your cock-head.” Jack was too scared to argue or hesitate, he reached down with his left hand (his right arm was still a bit stiff) and used his thumb and forefinger to slide his foreskin back from the head of his cock; his dick was limp, so the foreskin slid back easily, but started to slide down again as soon as Jack released it. Terrified of angering Mister Pig, Jack immediately grabbed his foreskin again and held it back to keep his cock-head on display for Mister Pig and Mister Wolf. “Good boy!” Mister Wolf enthusiastically praised Jack, “I knew you just needed a chance to collect yourself. I know how to smooth this over. Mister Pig has a thing for asses, and I know he really likes yours, but he was annoyed he didn’t get a good view of it when you two…um…met…the other day. Show Mister Pig what a good Puppy you are, kneel on the bed (facing the wall), reach back and hold your ass-cheeks apart, give Mister Pig a good look at your asshole.” Jack felt numb, both his body and his mind, just numb, as he did as Mister Wolf instructed. Letting go of his foreskin, the turned and positioned himself on the bed, putting his ass towards Mister Pig as best he could, then reached back and pulled his butt-cheeks apart, exposing the pink pucker of his butt-hole to the men watching him. “Damn Puppy,” Mister Pig said appreciatively, almost hungrily, “That is one sweet, tight fuck-hole you’ve got, and I fucking LOVE it when a boy has a nice pink pussy like that. Can’t wait to have that little pink cock-holster stretching out around my raw dick. DAMN!” The discomfort, awkwardness, and physical pain of letting himself be fingered before, Jack would have rather relived that a hundred times than go through what he was experiencing now. Willingly selling his body to one man had been degrading, but being forced to expose the most intimate part of his body to two men, to listen while one of them openly, lustfully talked about his plans to sodomize him, and knowing his survival depended on fully submitting to it, the fear that they might hurt Jack even if he complied, the horror and humiliation of it felt like it might physically crush Jack at any moment. “I guess you might be a good Puppy after all,” Mister Pig said, “Rub your finger against your asshole, boy,” Jack did as told, disgusted but scared about what would happen if he didn’t comply. “Don’t stop Puppy, keep it up.” Mister Pig said, and though Jack hadn’t heard any zipper or buttons coming undone, he felt Mister Pig’s hard cock rubbing against the top of his ass. “I could buttfuck you right now, just spit on my cock-head a little and ram in balls deep. You’d groan and do your best not to cry, but you’d let me use your fuck-hole as rough as I wanted, just brutally rape your pretty, pink boy-hole, because you know we own you now, you know you need to be a good boy and keep us happy. I’m right, aren’t I, Puppy?” Jack could only bring himself to nod as his eyes filled up with tears, mentally bracing himself for the rape he knew was coming, listening to Mister Pig (and now Mister Wolf as well) jacking off behind him, preparing their cocks for Jack’s asshole. “Good Puppy.” Mister Pig said, “I’ll cut you a break Puppy, give you a pass since you’re new; we can’t expect you to act perfect on your first day of obedience training. So I’m not gonna shove my cock up your ass, tear your pink little hole apart as I pound the shit out of you, leave you sore, sobbing, and your ass full of my cum.” Mister Pig gently ran his hand up and down Jack’s back a few times, almost lovingly, reassuringly, “Not today at least. But I do want Puppy to get used to having sperm in his fuckhole. So…,” he paused to spit on Jack’s finger as it continued to rub his asshole, “I want you to start fingering yourself. I’m gonna watch while I jack off, gonna cum on your crack and on your pink little cum-hole, and you’re gonna finger my cum into yourself. Then Mister Wolf is gonna give you what’s in his balls. Let’s get started Puppy.” Mister Pig’s voice carried some of the rage from earlier in the last part, a clear, intentional reminder not to resist. Jack rubbed his finger around the area of his asshole slick with spit, and started working his finger into his anus. The fear was making his asshole clench up, and the spit wasn’t helping very much as lube, so it hurt worse than being fingered previously. Jack was too scared to let up though, he forced himself to go slightly deeper, and picked up speed as time passed. He could hear the men behind him jacking off, grunting and gasping, it seemed to go on and on until Jack was sure the spit had all dried up and his finger was dry fucking his hole as deep as he could take it (so far, only to the knuckle). Suddenly he heard Mister Pig let out a string of profanity, and the head of his cock pressed against Jack’s ass-crack. Jack felt cum run down his crack, onto his finger and his asshole. Revulsion washed over him, but he forced himself to do as he had been told. Jack pulled his finger out of his ass, got it slick with cum from his crack, and pushed it back up his ass, gritting his teeth and pushing the finger in all the way to the hilt. Then he pulled the finger out and did it again. Jack heard Mister Wolf groan heavily, and while he didn’t feel a cock against his ass this time, he did feel several spurts of cum splash on his crack. Jack continued to use his finger to gather the cum up and push it into his ass. Over and over his finger came out of him, rubbed his ass-crack for more semen, then went back inside his hole. Finally, as he went to gather the cum that had run down to his balls (the cum from his crack was pretty much gone by now) to push into his ass, Mister Pig told him, “You got almost all of it Puppy, good boy. Go clean up and you can eat. Leave the cum in your ass for as long as you can though. Whenever a man cums inside you, I want you to act as if you’re trying to get pregnant, keep as much spunk in your body for as long as you can.” And with that, Mister Pig left the room, closing the door behind him. Jack heard several clicks as the locks engaged. Getting off the bed, He realized Mister Wolf had left already without him noticing. Jack let the numbness take over again, walked over to the shower, and cleaned himself up, careful not to expel the semen from his ass, knowing the cameras were on him. After he dried off, he stayed naked, let his hunger become his sole focus, walked over to the bowl of stew and began gulping it down, doing his best to ignore the taste of the tears streaming down his face, splashing in his food. Jack did his best to keep himself from thinking or feeling anything apart from his hunger; he didn’t want to think about what just happened, the cum in his ass, or the fact that his cock (despite staying soft) had twitched when he felt Mister Pig’s cock rub against his ass. He didn’t want to think about how he had met two of his captors, a third had been mentioned, and there was no way of knowing how many men were actually involved in this. Above all, Jack didn’t want to think about what would happen the next time the door to his cell opened. [To be continued...]

UPDATE: Adam just left and I'm laying here with his cum deep inside me. Apparently he told his wife he was having a guys' night out and he just spent the last four hours fucking my ass, having drinks with me while he "reloaded" and fucking me in just about every position. I like the fact that he's very dominant, loves to bite my shoulder and hold me against his chest as he breeds me. Fuck! I could easily get addicted to his thick breeding stick ha ha.

"I'm having a small get together on Veterans Day. Wanna join?" was the email I got from him! Yes of course. I headed to my buddy's apartment where, upon arrival, I in addition to my buddy I found several guys naked in the small family room in his apartment. One hot Latino Guy was on all fours and getting fucked and pounded by a muscular guy with a seven inch cock. On the other end was a hot daddy type getting sucked. My friend was sucking another guy and I joined. I was hard in an instant. I went over and stuck my cock in my buddy's face and he took both of our cocks in his mouth. He alternated and sucked and lovingly licked each dick. OMG it felt so good. He deep throated the other guy which sent the guy over the edge, shooting a nice big load into my buddy's throat. So fucking hot! At almost the same moment I heard grunting and groaning, and turning I saw the muscular guy fucking was shooting a nice load deep inside the bottom's ass. As an added bonus, when the muscular guy slowly withdrew his cock from the bottom's hole, the cock was covered in cum. Nice! No sooner had the muscular top withdrawn withe the guy getting sucked moved in on the empty ass, shoving his cock into the bottom's hot wet hole. Five minutes of pounding and thrusting ensued, leading to a second load being blown in the bottom's hole. Now, as I absolutely love juicy hole, as soon as it was clear the two guys who had topped the bottom were leaving, I slid inside hot Latin Guy's hole. There's nothing better than wet cum filled hole. I pounded away, fucking doggie style, and surprisingly soon felt my balls tingle, and yes, my load shot inside the bottom. The orgasm was amazing, and I might add I really needed it as I hadn't played in a while. My buddy watched as Latin Guy turned around, licking my cock clean. There is a knock on the door. My buddy got the door, admitting a younger guy who, seeing the three of us naked, undressed in a flash. He was somewhat bearish with a nice cock. Latin Guy (such a nice guy) crawled over and sucked new guy hard. I was again erect, and began prodding my bud's ass with my cock. He dropped to all fours, positioning himself next to the other two guys. I slid right in. Bear Guy was now hard, so he positioned himself next to me, sliding inside Latin guy. It was so fucking hot. Bear Guy and I kissed, and held each other as each of us fucked his partner. At one point Bear Guy said "switch" and we both withdrew our hard dick and changed partners, so I was now fucking Latin guy's ass, which contained three loads. Bear Guy and I kissed some more, engaging in some tit play, without, of course, pausing in our assault on our respective bottom. The scene was so hot Bear Guy reached his climax, and with a serious round of pounding and grunting, shot a huge load in my buddy. The scene was enough to trigger me to blow another load of sperm inside Latin Guy. My second load, like the first some time earlier, went deep. Bear Guy left before I had even thought of leaving, and in any event surprisingly quickly Latin Guy got his wind and began alternately sucking me and my buddy. Even more surprisingly my dick responded, presenting a full erection. Naturally I slid back inside Latin Guy while he focused on sucking my buddy. My buddy and I each gave Latin Guy a load at almost the same moment. This was my third load, and Latin Guy's ass contained four or five loads, and had swallowed two! Somehow I wasn't surprised when Latin Guy gave a wide smile asking "Can we do this next week?" hehehehe What a great afternoon! And yes, we're planning another get together soon!!

I was 22, and working in Lewisam Hospital HIV centre as a third year medical student. I was young, blond, 11 stone, and 6 foot tall, so I got a lot of attention from the gay guys on the AIDS ward. There was one particular inpatient who always flirted with me like crazy. He was 56 years old, skinny and tanned, he was in the advanced stages of AIDS. On one particular night when I was on call, I went into his room, closing the door, and found he was still up. "Hi, John, still awake?" I asked, standing next to the bed. I was wearing just scrubs, boxer shorts and trainers with no socks on, my bulge kind of rested on the mattress as I leant forward against the bed, but I knew he wouldn't mind. "Hi, Joe, how are you?" John replied as he turned to face me, ihe process his hospital gown fell off his shoulder, showing his skinny chest, covered in grey hair. "I'm ok, but more importantly, how are you?" I asked. "Not so great. My viral load is up high again, and the KS on my leg is itching," he said, pulling his foot out from under the cover. He had a Kaposi Sarcoma on his left foot, one of the signs of advanced AIDS. It was a small brown, scaly lump, about the size of a 50p coin. I lifted his foot up and stroked the cancerous lesion. "You need some moisture on it. It's quite dry," i remarked, running my hand up his calf, feeling the similar sized cancer lump on his left shin. With one hand I stroked the KS lesion on his shin with my thumb, rubbing the lesion on his foot with the finger tips of my other hand. "Well, I'll let you sort that out for me young man," he commented, curling his toes round my fingers as I stroked his bare foot. "Is there anything else with which I can help you, John?" I asked. "Well, my cock has a problem," he replied, broadly grinning. "Oh, really. What would that be?" "It swells everytime a certain medical student comes near," he answered, out-lining his erection in his hospital gown, suggesting "I think you should lock the door and examine it," he said, lifting the edge of his gown up a bit. "John, ummm, you shouldn't get that out here..." I said as John exposing his big, heavy, hairy nuts, which I knew were full of toxic cum. "Oh, ok. I'd better lock the door if youre going to do that," I said, walking over to the door and locking it, and turning the little knob so the slits in the window went opaque. I walked back over to John's bed and sat down on the edge, slipping my shoes off and wiggling my sweaty bare toes. "At least I can go barefoot if the door is locked, I commented. "You like teasing me, don't you Joe?" John asked rhetorically. "This is just going to be a visual inspection, I said, lifting-up his gown. His fat, seven inch, uncut, veiny, tanned, poz erection lay obscenely hard along his bare thigh. "But I think I felt a lump, or maybe two lumps," he said lifting his balls up from between his thighs so his fat genitals proudly hung over his leg in front of me. I stood up, the hard floor cold on my bare feet, standing right up to the bed, my semi hard cock bulging my scrub trousers, the lump of my genitals resting on the mattress. "John, you have an amazing cock, but I'm a student here. I'm supposed to leave the room if a patient gets aroused," putting my hand on his bare foot again, rubbing his cancer lesion gently as he stroked his erection slowly. "You can just watch me wank. Anyhow, you seem to like touching my KS" John said. With that, he slid his bare foot up under my scrubs top, placing his bare sole on my bare chest under my clothes, suggesting "Take your top off." I did as he directed. Lifting my scrubs top off over my head, I stood bare foot and topless in an AIDS patient's hospital room. I put my hands on John's bare foot, lifting it up to my face as he lay naked, stroking his fat cock on the bed, and looked closely at his KS lesion, and then pressed my lips into the cancer riddled skin, kissing his bare foot right on his KS lump. "You're a nasty one, ain't ya," John asked, rubbing his big toe on my lips, pushing his sweaty toe into my mouth. I sucked down on his big toe, tongue-fucking the toe gap between his big toe and the next, proceeding to work my way down towards his little toe, thoroughly tongueing his toe gaps until all five of his toes were covered in spit. Then I kissed my way back-up his bare foot, until again I was pressing my lips into his KS lesion. "You can suck it, if you want. It'll help moisturise it,' John observed. I licked the cancerous lump, feeling the scaly texture of the lesion with my tongue. I pressed my lips round the circumference and sucked on his KS lump, sloppily sucking his cancer between my lips and into my mouth. Eventually I stopped slurping on his KS lesion, kissing his toes as he pulled his foot away, rubbing his saliva covered toes on my erection that was tenting out my scrubs trousers. "I think it's time to take these off," John said, pulling at my waist band with his toes. I assisted, pushing my trousers and boxers to my bare feet and kicked them off, standing naked in front of John as he leant forward and started to suck my cock. I held his head, curling my toes on the hospital floor as I face fucked John. The old guy deep-throated me easily. "John, I really shouldn't be doing this. I could lose my position,' i said as John pulled me onto the bed, laying me on my back and maneuvering on top of me. Our chests and cocks were pressed togther, our faces six inches apart. I leant forward and started to snog him, making out with his as we ground our cocks together. "Good boy, right decision," John said as he shoved his tongue down my throat. "But what if the nurses outside hear?" I asked as we rubbed our naked bodues together, readying ourselves for sex. "Well, we should probably do this quietly so they don't hear" John answered. Lifting my feet up onto his shoulders and kneeling between my legs, pressing his cock into my nut sack, he bent over so his face came close to mine again. "John, what are you doing?" I asked, adding "We can't fuck. Maybe some sucking, but we don't have a condom," I said as John kissed my forehead. With that, John reached over and pulled a condom out the drawer next to his bed and placed it on my chest, saying "It's there, if you want it." "What do you mean 'if I want it?'" John then kissed me on the lips as he rubbed his helmet over my ring and up and down my ass crack. "You're laying on your back, your feet up on my shoulders, on the AIDS ward in which you chose to work, having sucked the KS lesions on my foot," John replied. "So?" I asked. "So I guess you have a fetish for poz cock," John replied. With that he stuck his tongue out and pointed it to the left, so I could see another 50p sized KS lesion on his tongue, growing out of the side of his tongue half way along the shaft of it. "Is that...?' I started to ask but trailed off as I felt him lodge his helmet at my anus. "It's another lesion. Do you want to suck it?" he asked, gently putting pressure on my ass with his helmet. "I'd love to suck on it," I replied as John pressed his cock harder into me, the tip starting to seperate my ring. "I'll have to bend over to let you reach. My poz cock might slip inside a little bit," he observed, pushing his helmet into me a fraction to emphasise his point, noting "I've leaked quite a lot of poz precum on your little ass ring, so you're pretty well lubed back here," he said, rubbing his cock round my ring, pushing in a tiny bit more. "I don't care. Let me suck your tongue lesion," I replied, inviting him by widely opening my lips. John bent forward, his helmet slowly slipping into me, along with half his shaft, and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I knew his poisenous cock was buried in my guts, but all I could think about was sucking on that lump on his tongue and how nasty and kinky and horny that was. Then John pushed his cock deeper into my body. Then it realized: I was being penetrated bareback by a very toxic cock. I stopped sucking and stared in his eyes. "You like sucking my lesion? Do you want my raw cock up you deeper or should I pull out?" he asked. "Put your cock balls-deep inside me," I answered, pulling him back down and sucking on his tongue again. As directed, he slid in, balls-deep, grinding his cock into me. He slid out again, removing his tongue from my mouth. "More?" he asked. "Fuck me" I answered, laying back. "You nasty lil student boy," John said as he straighten his back, and buried his cock balls-deep into my ass. John was kneeling between my legs, my feet on his shoulders, trying to poz me as I lay on my back pierced by his fat cock. "John, jesus, actually, fuck, I can't let you do this. You've got to," trailing off as John slid his cock out and then gently slid it back inside me again. "Just let me fuck you for a bit. I won't cum in you, I promise," John whispered. Lifting my bare feet to his face, he sucked on my toes as he slid his cock in and out of my ass, gently fucking me. "Oh god, fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this in the hospital,' I said, curling my toes round John's tongue as he fucked me bareback, slow, and really deep. "Are you sure you don't want this?" John asked, reaching over and picking up the condom, putting it in my hand. "Why? I don't need it - as long as you don't cum in me," I replied. John fucked me harder. "Yeah, but I'm getting close," John said, sliding out completely and then fucking back in to the hilt, hard and deep, my ass slurping wth each thrust. "Fuck. How close? This feels really good," I asked, pushing my feet into his mouth as he fucked me. "Getting closer," John warned. "Don't cum. Just slide it in me for a few more seconds before you pull out. You're my first ever poz cock. I want it to last as long as possible," I responded, only to be met by a grunt from John. "How close are you now?" I asked as John tongue fucked my toes while he poz fucked my ass. "Pretty close," John answered, fucking me deeply, adding "Whoa, stop, stop, don't move," as he buried his cock inside me to the hilt, his balls slapping my ass. Then he bit down on my toes, chewing them gently as he closed his eyes. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass as we both held still, John moaning and sighing. "Got too close and had to stop?" I asked, rubbing my big toe on John's tongue. "Fuck yeah. I nearly nutted up in side you then," John answered. I lifted my ass up off his cock and slid back down onto it again, grinding my ass onto his erection buried deep inside me. "Careful,' he said, grinding into me, adding "I'm really close." "How close? Could you cum in five strokes?" I asked, pulling my ass up and slamming it back onto his cock again. He tensed inside me, grinding up into my bowels trying to burrow deeper with his cock. "I dunno. Do you want to risk it?" he said pulling out and sliding back in counting off "One." "Go on. Go to five," I answered, pushing my toes again into his mouth. He slid in and out as I counted "Two..., ugh..., three... ughhhh..., four..., ughhhh... five....' I said as he slid in and out slowly. "Well, I didn't cum,' he said, grinding hard into my guts with his cock. "Then keep fucking me," I responded, pushing my foot into his mouth and gripping his tongue with my toes. He pulled-out and slid back in again. "One...' he said, adding "how many strokes do I get this time?" as he slid out and fucked back in, hard, balls-deep, "...two...," he said. "Just keep fucking me," I replied, pulling my ass off his cock and sliding it back down. He slid in and out repeatedly, quietly counting as he fucked. "Three... four... five... six...." "Stop counting," I ordered. John fucked me gently, in silence, and then sped-up, his balls slapping my ass. "But keep fucking?" he asked. After ten or more thrusts, he rammed his raw, poz cock deep inside my ass. "Fuck, John, keep fucking me. Don't stop," I ordered, again pushing my toes into his mouth. "I'm going to cum," he said, pushing my feet into my chest as he bent me in half to fuck me harder, slamming into my guts over and over, asking "Where do you want it?" "Cum inside me." He lifted my feet up to his face and sucked my toes again. "Are you sure?' he asked, all the while fucking hilt deep and brutally hard, warning "I'm about to cum. I didn't reply. As he moaned and closed his eyes, I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled his cock into me. John bucked his hips as his balls pulled up tight in their sack. "Cum in me, John. Oh god, cum inside me," I answered. "Here it comes. FUCKING TAKE MY LOAD, YOU LITTLE NEG STUDENT BOY WHORE. YEAH, FUCK.' he hoarsely grunted. Then he bent over, putting his face next to mine as he unloaded deep inside me, asking "Can you feel my cock expanding? I'm cumming inside you." He took the condom which I was still clutching, and tossed it on to the floor, saying "My dirty sperm is right up in your guts. What would your doctor friends say?" as he finished-off his orgasm, his cock still buried in my guts. After a few seconds John pulled his cock out of my ass, resting his helmet at my hole, coating his fat mushroom tip in his sperm, he rubbed it round my ring and pushed his cum covered cock back inside me, fucking my cum filled ass for a minute or two as he came down off his cum. "Working it deep up into you boy. What does your medical student knowledge say about that?" John asked, grinding deep up into me with his cock. "John, fuck, oh god, pull it out. I've gotta go shit out your load." With that John finally let me slide off his cock. I stood up, naked, my bare feet cold on the floor, as John's toxic cum ran down my leg. John stood up in front of me, our cocks touching. As we stood face to face, he held our cocks together in his hand and stroked them, while his other hand slid round behind me and fingered my cummy hole. "You probably should shit that out," John suggested, ramming two fingers into my guts and swirling them around in his load up inside my guts. "Oh fuck..." I responded as John scraped my prostate with his finger nails. "...or, you could just fuck me quickly first, you must be gagging to blow a load after taking your first poz cock," John responded, turning round and bending over the bed, pulling his ass cheeks apart. i had a strange, out-of-body moment. i looked down at his rosebud ass, looked at my bare feet, curling my toes on the cold floor, cum dripping down my ankle and onto my foot where it had leaked out my ass. Then I looked at my hard, dripping, angry, cock, my mushroom helmet purple. It was so hard. "Well?" John asked. i stepped forward and pushed my helmet into his ass. "Good boy," John said.

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.

Part One: A Blinking Light ********************************************** A bump in the road snapped me back to reality. It was nothing more than a gravel driveway, and I slowly navigated the darkness, the crunching sound of tire on stone and rock the only audible noise, heading for my destination. My stomach lurched with every tiny bump and pothole I hit. Yes, I was really doing this. My mind began to wander back again to our conversation just a few minutes previously. I had been driving when the telltale flash of my phones status light told me I had a message, that distinct orangish hue indicating it was from Grindr. I was in the middle of nowhere so I did what I shouldn't have and flicked open the app. He had started simply enough with a "hey man," and little did I know it would be anything but simple from there on out. As I always do, I flipped to his profile to see what I was dealing with: no picture, 46, 6'0", 145#, top, right now, positive. My pulse quickly sped up with that last part. It didn't say undetectable. Ordinarily no picture means instant dismissal but a guy on Grindr who straight up said positive was a rare find indeed! Of course guys who say positive often mean undetectable, but still the thrill of his stats (that one in particular) had me intrigued enough to respond. "Hi there." "You looking for some fun sexy stud? Slightly older guy here, but always ready to please." Slightly corny, but okay, I was still horned. "Depends on what you have in mind for me." Vague and elusive, I wanted him to give me more so that even if he turned out to be one of the thousands of flakes, at least I'd have something to beat off to when I get home. "Looking to slide inside a young buck such as yourself and ride him until I unleash my seed inside." A barebacker it sounded like, just my type of response! But now for the real test. "Sounds hot, you got any pics to share?" My phone fell silent for a moment. I knew it, he was one of those guys who probably hit up everyone in range just to amuse himself. I set the phone back down and returned myself to the task at hand of driving, though I noticed with slight amusement that he had definitely gotten the blood flow going down there. And then the steady pulsing of the notification light returned. He had responded. Oh fuck! His pictures took my growing uncut 7-inch piece straight to a solid state. His first pic was a full body shot. He was definitely rocking a semi-wasted look. He was thin with a hint of rib cage showing beneath his well-tanned skin, a nice but not too thick pellet of fur on his chest. His face was slightly gaunt, a thick but trimmed beard and a buzzed head. Thin, hairy, and veiny legs supported him, but his cock... my god, it was true what they said about wasting men--it makes their cocks more impressive. It looked long, uncut like mine, with an ample shaft but a quite impressive head that definitely flared out under the hood. It was the type of head, much thicker than the shaft, that would create that feel of a suctioning plunger inside an ass. There was a second picture, an even more impressive close-up of his wonderful monster. Now clearly hard and pointing at an erect and upright angle the head looked solidly larger than the shaft as I had noticed from the first picture, and just the tip of his piss slit peaking through the opening of his foreskin with a succulent and substantial strand of precum dangling down. I was sold. I responded with a picture of myself and one of my ass, as clearly that would be the most interesting part of me to him. I am a pretty good looking guy if you can get me to admit it. I stand 28, 5'11", 179#, fit though not muscular or ripped, but well exercised from all the sports I play. My chest is smooth, my skin a lightly tanned color, and my ass nice and firm--a slight bubble to it--and just a hint of fuzz on it. "Boy, I would love to be inside that beautiful pink hole, unleashing my seed inside you." "Fuck yeah man. It sounds like you play raw and shoot positive seed, right?" Again my phone fell silent. Had I perhaps broached that topic too quickly? I'm not one for small talk usually, but maybe this time should I have held off slightly, let the conversation develop more? The flash returned. "Prefer raw here, boy. My cock doesn't appreciate plastic. Oh, and my seed will change you - if that's what you want." Fuuuuuuck. It was. "It is, but your cock looks quite large, not sure that head will make it in!" "It's the hardest part to take, but once it's in, you'll never want it out." "Where are you?" This time there was no pause. Up popped the little map clip with the marker. Holy hell, he was just a few miles ahead. I was on a state road, but at 11:00 PM it was all but deserted and dark from the thick woods on either side. I had driven this road many times and had never noticed a house along my drive. "Looks like I'm driving toward you now and would arrive at your place in about five minutes. Is that too quick an arrival?" "Not at all. That cock pic is me - now. I'm ready if you are, boy." "Then I guess I'll see you shortly!" "Fuck yeah boy. Just be sure, 'cause I don't stop once I start, and once I'm in my head doesn't soften until it has unleashed its load inside you." Music to my ears. "I want it." "See you soon." And now, just a few minutes later, here I was, his small house in front of me, deep back in the woods. I parked, turned-off the Jeep, and took a deep breath. Last chance. I opened the door and stepped out into the crisp, cold, late-night air of a fall evening. Another deep breath and a pause. I turned and walked to the door and knocked. A few seconds later I heard footsteps approach the door. A hand on the knob, and the door opened. "Come on in," a voice said from inside. The room was dark, I couldn't see him in there. One last deep breath. I stepped inside.

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

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."

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Getting your hole and innards ripped up by a spiked PA is beyond words.... Be still, my heart........... I can still remember the pain, and the excitement. Ah........................................

Damn! The cum spots were just getting worse. What the fuck had I done? Here I was hiding in the men’s room at work trying to get the cum stains off my suit pants. Spit, water, nothing was helping – shit. I didn’t mean to cheat and for things to get this way, but it all just got out of control and well – shit – why wouldn’t this come out? It all started about 7 months ago. The real estate market in DC had tanked and one night at happy hour Max was telling Dana and I about all the great houses you could get dirt cheap, invest some cash, then you could flip and make a killing or have the house of your dreams. Max owned a construction company and said he was having a hard time hiring enough crews to do all the work coming his way. I had known Max for years and he was ‘my friend’ as Dana liked to remind me, well more like old fuck buddy who I still spoke too. Max had a great 9-inch dick, thick as a beer can, big bearish guy, and within 5 minutes of meeting him at the bar late one night I was in a toilet stall, bent over, getting fucked raw but what I would later learn was a POZ dick. That was the night I became a cum pig Max liked to say, and more than that, a piss pig too and a big chaser, as Max introduced me to things I had only read about in porn. Dana on the other hand was totally clean cut, white collar, and while behind closed doors he could get a little kinky, we only played safe as he was NEG and watersports was out of the question. Yet, I loved him, and he me, and when he proposed I happily said yes. Max had been very respectful of my new relationship and was a fuck-em-and-leave-em sort of guy anyways and I had buried that part of myself deep when I met Dana. We still ran into each other at happy hour now and then, and Max was always nice to Dana, and I was glad to hear his business was doing so well. After a few sales pitches from Max, and several discussions with Dana, we agreed to buy a place, fix it up, and flip it. Well I would buy the place. I made a lot more money than Dana and had some savings tucked away, but wanted to do this for us and our new life so I asked Max if he knew of some good buys. Max happily agreed to show some he thought would make good investments and so one Tuesday I took off work and rode around with Max in his big truck to several houses. The first signs of trouble to come began after we had seen a couple of run down houses. “Fuck! Damn toilet’s busted,” Max said as I turned and saw him coming out of the bathroom, dick in hand, “And I’ve got to piss like you wouldn’t believe!” I had not seen Max’s dick in over a year and immediately I got hard and started drooling. “Come on man, help me out like you used to. OK? I got to go bad!” Max pleaded. “I..I..I can’t man. You know. I’m with Dana now and…” I stammered, trying to focus on something else besides his big meat. Max sighed and said, “Look man, it’s not cheating or nothing. It’s just some piss and I wouldn’t ask unless I really needed your help here.” What he said made sense and my own hunger and need that had been buried so deep since I had been with Dana swept over me and I slowly walked over to Max, got on my knees, opened my mouth, and waited for his hot stream. Max finished, I made sure to get every drop, then he pulled out, patted my head and said, “AHHH, thanks man, just what I needed,” and walked away. Several houses later we came to what Max called, ‘the one.’ He was right, it was roomy, had a big yard for a townhouse, was semi-detached on the end of block and the next two houses were owned by some government agency and used as offices, so after 5:00 p.m., we would have no neighbors. The place also had some great architectural details and as we explored the big walk-in basement Max stopped and laughed when he showed me the old laundry room. “This,” he said with a flourish of hands, “Is quite appropriate, don’t you think?” as he winked at me and unbuckled his pants. The room was large, had an old cast iron sink on one wall, big drain in the middle of the floor, and it was perfect because the room had yellow, glazed, brick tiles on the floor and half-way up the wall. The yellow bricks were almost all intact, and the room was in great shape considering how the rest of the house was. I shook my head as I got his joke, then Max said, “Come on man, I got to go again.” I didn’t even resist and swallowed another hot stream. This time after he had finished I guess I sucked a little too much to get the last drops and Max’s dick suddenly sprang to life, and I pulled away like I was face-to-face with a spitting cobra. Max didn’t move, he just stood there, smiling, his hard dick dripping. “Come on man, you got me like this, you need to finish what you started. What’s it going to be, POZ dick and cum down your throat or up your ass?” “I’m sorry, I can’t, I didn’t mean to,” I said. Max frowned, “OK, well at least let me look at your ass while I bust one out. You know how I am. This thing will not quiet down until he shoots a load, but shit jacking off always takes me for fucking ever to shoot.” I nodded, undid my pants, stepped out of reach, turned, and bent over showing Max my ass while he talked dirty and jacked off. When he had finished, we continued the tour of the house. That first day we narrowed down the houses to two, I made arrangements to have Dana then go see them with me, and once we agreed on the house we wanted, I scheduled an appointment with Max to do a thorough inspection of the place and to come up with an estimate of the work that would be needed and costs. Max met me at the house with two of his foremen, and each of them had a Big Gulp in hand to help beat the heat. As we did the initial walk through Max and his men asked me a series of questions to get a clearer picture of what Dana and I wanted, they explained some ideas they had to best utilize the space and save the features, as well as how to upgrade all of the wiring and other systems without having to totally gut the place. When we walked into the yellow brick laundry room, Max and his foremen listened as I went on about what I was thinking, explaining how on one wall I wanted a full set of built ins for supplies etc… They all said, sure, yeah, OK, and when I turned back there they all three were standing with their dicks hanging out, waiting. “Come on man,” Max said as he waved me over. “Those fucking Big Gulps go right through you.” His two foremen were smiling, I hesitated, then the pig in me took over and I swallowed Max first. Just like last time, his dick sprang to life the minute he had finished, but I pulled off, scooted to his foreman, and drank him down, then the next. My gut was bursting full now and Max was standing there stroking, “Come on, let me see your ass,” he said. I stood up, turned around, bent over, and showed them my pink hole as they took their time jacking off. At one of the foremen’s urging I even fingered my hole a bit which seemed to send the three of them over the edge almost in unison. We continued the walk through like nothing had happened and two weeks later we had closed on the house, all the contracts for the remodel were signed, and Max and his crews were all set to get to work. It was the first full day of work on the house, so during my lunch hour I left the office and drove over. There were several of Max’s trucks in the driveway, but I didn’t see much activity going on at all, which just pissed me off. Once I got into the house I could hear voices near the back so I walked in and found several guys, some with yellow construction hats on, tank tops or wife beaters, all sitting around, drinking, eating, and smoking. One of the foremen I had met before was there so I asked, “Hey, where’s Max. I wanted to see what’s happening.” The foreman laughed, “This is what’s happening man, there was some shit with the permit or something, we’re just chilling for now. But hey, I think he left some plans and shit for you sign downstairs. Let me show you.” As soon as we got downstairs the foreman led me to the yellow brick laundry room, unbuckled his pants and pulled out his half hard dick and started stroking. “Let me see your hole again,” he said. “I haven’t shot in a few days and need to crank one out. No, come closer, let me feel your hole.” I hesitated, but backed up a little closer and with his right hand he took his middle finger and started rubbing my hole as he jacked off with his left and quickly shot a load. “Well that’s new,” Max said as I turned and saw him standing in the doorway with one of his crew. Shit! The foreman who had just jerked off pulled his pants up and left as Max walked in, closed the door, dropped his pants and said, “I’ve got a pot of coffee coursing through these veins, time to drink.” I blushed from feeling like I had been caught, kneeled, and drank Max dry and then the guy he had with him. I turned to show him my ass like before but Max laughed and said, “No way, that’s not going to work anymore. Turn around here and suck me right, suck me good like I know you can and let me watch my buddy here finger that hole. That’ll make me pop this nutt damn quick because there’s too much shit to take care of today to waste my fucking time with you teasing. You want this house done right? You do it now.” I glared at Max, he knew. He knew I couldn’t, knew I was with Dana. Knew I did not want to cheat on him. Max seemed to be able to read my mind as he laughed and said, “Its only cheating if you get caught, come on man suck me!” So I bent over and started sucking on Max’s big dick as his friend started rubbing his finger around my hole. God how good his dick tasted! Mix of sweat, precum, so unlike Dana’s dick that always tasted of a hint of soap. I started to moan in pleasure as I sucked on Max and his construction crew guy fingered my hole, pushing his finger in a little at a time until he was like a fucking roto-rooter trying to find a clogged drain. “Been a long time since you got bred big big POZ dick hasn’t it?” Max asked. I could only moan in reply as the guy fingering my ass spit on my hole and worked a second finger in. “You were always such a cum pig, that hole just made for breeding, such a shame to let it go to waste,” Max went on. I just figured this was him talking dirty like before until I felt the blunt head of the construction guy’s dick pushing against my hole. I suddenly pulled off Max and away from the guy, my heart racing a 100 miles per hour from the need and want of what I was doing battling my guilt and commitment to Dana. Max spoke in a low and determined tone, “You want this house done right? You’ll do what I say and if not – well you always hear stories of how construction delays end up costing a fortune, and it would be a terrible shame if somehow Dana saw this.” There, in full color on the damn iphone was a shot of me sucking Max’s dick and my ass getting fingered. “You know me well enough,” Max went on, “To know I don’t make idle threats and I could give a flip fuck about what you have going on at home. I just want to have some fun, and ensure some fun for my guys too. So here’s the deal. At least every couple of days, no let’s say every other day, I want you to come by here to ‘check on the work’. Every day would work too. Fuck I’ll make you an official part of my crew. Let me see, I’ll hire you as a design consultant. That will give you a valid reason to tell whoever you need to, and you can tell them that while I am not paying you in cash for your ‘services’, I am giving you a healthy discount, along with other benefits of course.” Max laughed at his own joke then finished, “So you better take that nice suit of yours off so you don’t mess it up, and this ain’t going to take long, but its time that you get your ass bred like the good cum pig you are because my POZ dick is READY!.” As what Max said all sank in, I realized my dick was straining at the thought of taking him up my ass. I didn’t say a word as I took off my dress shoes, and carefully laid my suit on the back of an old chair and finished undressing. I bent back over, took Max’s dick back in my mouth, and the construction crew guy drove two fingers up my ass, added some spit, then the first raw dick I had taken in ages started to slowly spread my ass ring as inch after inch of dick pushed into me. RAW DICK FEELS SO GOOD! I had forgotten how good it was, how much I needed it - poz or neg - and I could only moan as Max started talking dirty, urging his guy to breed me. The guy fucking me grunted and I could feel hot spurts of his load start coating my guts and could only groan some more. He and Max quickly traded places and as I sucked the guy clean, Max sighed, “OH YEAH!!! Great cummed up ass! You like that cum pig? Like taking that big raw dick? I know you do. Just keep doing what you’re doing and let me enjoy this.” Max wasted no time and within several strokes he tensed, pulled on my thighs to pull me as far back onto him as I could go, and added his big load to my ass. While his guy wanted more, Max sent him back upstairs and while I sucked Max clean he said, “I know you needed that and you liked that. Remember what I said and we’ll be good. Want another load? Some hot POZ cum? I could shoot again in no time.” I practically ran back to my car – no walk of shame for me – and luckily did not run into any of the other construction guys. I barely made it back to my office before I had to use the bathroom and let all that cum out of my ass. The stall smelled like sex, which made my dick hard, and I could not stop thinking about Max’s raw dick, so I quickly jacked off, cleaned up, and when I got back to my desk had 4 messages from Dana wanting to know where I was and one from my boss who was pissed that my lunch hour had gone late. I did as Max ordered and started showing up at the house as much as I could. Between work and home with Dana, it was difficult, but Max was his same old good natured self and even put a desk with a ton of papers and shit on it down in the laundry room for me, “So you can tell yourself this ain’t what it is,” Max said, “And for anyone else, all the proof you need that you are here on business.” Each time I showed up the house, Max or the foreman and one or two of the construction guys were ready to fuck me in the yellow brick room. Max and the foreman and one other guy always started off pissing down my throat first, the rest just wanted raw ass. They all were sweaty, dirty, nasty verbal men and no one ever asked about using a condom or status before sliding their raw dick up my ass and breeding me. Most of them preferred to spit fuck or fuck using someone else’s cum for lube even though I had bought a large bottle of WET that I hid in a toolbox. The result was my ass was often sore and I was sure Dana would be able to tell I had been fucked, so our sex life at home took a decline and when we did have sex, I had to totally fake it as all I could think about was how bad it was, how I hated his condom covered dick, and just wanted to feel Max inside me - raw. Any time I started to feel guilty about cheating on Dana I just kept telling myself it was only for a few months until the house was done. Then we would be rid of Max and this would all be over. Well denial is easier said then done and the strain of my job, the new house, cheating on Dana, soon started to take its toll. Dana got suspicious about the time I was spending at the new house and showed up at the house by himself one day. The foreman showed him around, showed him my desk, told him he did not know when I would be back and that Dana should ask the boss. Luckily all the evidence was deep in my ass, so all Dana found was exactly what he was supposed to. Now, several months later, all I can think about is my next breeding. I love being a cum pig again and Max just laughs at how eager I am to get out of my suit and bend over for some raw dick. There is nothing romantic about it all, just man-on-man action, raw dick and ass, and bucket loads of cum up my guts. Today I had left the office in between meetings and knew I did not really have enough time, but I needed to be cummed in. I raced to the house, grabbed two of the construction guys who had the biggest dicks, went down to the yellow brick room and did not even take my suit off. I just dropped my pants, hiked up my shirt, and begged, “FUCK ME! BREED ME! CUM IN ME!.” They took turns fucking me, each of them saying shit like, “You want some raw dick all the time? Want that POZ dick and cum? Too bad you can’t get it at home. You want to be able to take raw dick at home too? You want to be a cum pig for us any time of the day or night? Tell us you want raw dick all the time! Tell us you want to be our cum pig. Tell us you want us to come fuck you at home too.” Shit, with a dick up my ass I would agree to anything and told them all they wanted to hear and more and got two loads from each up my ass. I was running wicked late and had to call the office and tell them my car broke down. It was not until I was walking in the building that I noticed all the cum spots on my pants. SHIT! So here I am hiding in the men’s room at work trying to get the cum stains off my suit pants. Spit, water, nothing was helping – and just as my frustration is reaching a boiling my phone starts to buzz. I fish the phone out of my pocket, it’s Dana texting me. He rarely texts me, so I tap on the message icon and up pops his message that includes a number of pictures. His text says, “Enjoy your fucking house and don’t bother coming back to the apartment. I’ve called your ‘friend’ Max to come pick up your shit.” I slowly scroll through the series of pictures and they are shot after shot of me being fucked by Max and his construction guys, including a couple clearly showing my ass taking raw dick. DAMN! I set the phone on the floor, it buzzes again with another new text. I tap on the message icon and it is from Max, “See you at the house tonight pig – me and the boys are planning to seed and breed you good and will give you a bucket of POZ cum up those guts to welcome you home.”

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I would let him without any hesitation. When I have the privilege of sucking a cock then what I want is totally irrelevant. My mouth, arse and any part of my body only exist to serve my top and give him pleasure.

It was early days in my visiting saunas. I hadn't had much success. I suppose as a greying and overweight man (a typical Daddy Bear) I wouldn't appeal to many who attended. This afternoon, however, things were different. I gotten into a routine of going into the sauna after showering. As I entered I noticed a gorgeous tanned young man on the top bench of the sauna. To my surprise he seemed genuinely interested in me. I gave him a quick massage, but no further as there seemed to be an unwritten rule as to not go too far in this part of the club. So after enjoying this contact I headed upstairs to see if there was any action. Although, fairly quiet a young blond man was happily barebacking another chap in the barred open room allowing others to watch. I took advantage and enjoyed the show until it reached its obvious climax: the man took a good load from the blond guy. They both then left the cubicle and I thought I may as well move in myself to see if anyone was interested in joining me. To my delight someone did come along and join me. It was the gorgeous tanned man from the sauna, I'd seen earlier. We continued with the massage I'd been giving him earlier. He really enjoyed the sensitive touching I gave him. Soon he had positioned himself in a partial crouch so that it was possible for me to take him from behind. I applied lube to my cock and he willingly took my bare cock up his arse. It was rather a confined space and so a little uncomfortable but I intended to make the most of it. From time to time others came to watch the spectacle, which as an exhibitionist I enjoyed. One of the viewers was the blond guy I, myself, had watched earlier fucking another guy in the same cubicle. After a while he headed back to the DVD room just along the corridor. Although I really wanted to fuck to completion, we both found the confines of the space too difficult to continue, so sadly he pulled out before I'd unloaded into him. Nevertheless, it was a great bare back fuck with a great guy. I got out of the cubicle myself to look up and down the corridor to see if anyone else was about and interested. As I looked towards the dvd room, I saw the blond guy looking towards me and again surprised me by coming out of the room and over to the cubicle to join me. Here was another beautiful young man wanting to fuck with me. As he divested himself of his towel I presumed he was going to fuck me as he'd done with the other guy, but far from it. He sucked my cock back to full attention and then lowered himself on top of me. He obviously wanted me to shoot my load up him as he'd done for the other man! He raised himself up on my cock and down again milking my cock. As I'd found in the past this was always the surest way for me to come quickly! The feel of my cock sliding into his bare arse and the excitement of of being watched whilst I fucked him was too much and I exploded inside him. But I was game for more so I headed over to the darkroom. There was quite a gathering in there and one chap with quite a large erection clearly needed attention so I immediately engorged his cock with my mouth. It was quite a mouthful and I feasted on his large dick. To my delight I was surprised when another man in the darkroom unceremoniously stuck his bare cock right up me. I then realise I was positioned that others would interpret an open invitation to fuck me bare. As I munched on cock, I was sticking my arse straight out into the room! This was the first time I'd been spit roasted and I was enjoying it. My sucking became more and more vigorous as his pounding became stronger. It had the desired effect on the one I was giving the blowjob to, who shot his load down my throat. Unfortunately the other guy pulled out before finishing his job, for which I was most disappointed. Anyway I decided on further exploration and went down to the basement to the equipment room where I found the guy who had been fucking me bare back on his own near the corner bench applying lotion to his arse. I took up the hint and took the lotion from him applying it generously to my cock, which then easily slipped into his willing hole. The pressure built up inside me as I slipped in and out of his hole. He too was expressing appreciative grunting as he wanked his cock vigorously to my thrusts. Then almost in unison as I sprayed inside him, he sprayed his load over the bench and onto the wall behind. I was most impressed with the distance his spunk travelled. I was finished: emptied of my spunk and ready to return home for the evening. After I'd showered and dressed, it was only then I discovered the reason for my success that afternoon. As I handed over my locker key as I was leaving, I noticed they were laying out free food and drink. A notice was displayed “Bears' evening”! Now I understood why I'd been so lucky!

Great story fella. Please keep it going...

First off, here's a big KISS for being that guy. I'm sure there have been a few bumps on the road to getting here. I am a moderately hairy man. I think, aesthetically, if a man could stand next to himself, one was smooth, including hole , ass and genitals, and the other moderately hairy, including hole , ass and genitalia, my opinion says the hairy one is sexier. To look at. I would, however, always choose the smooth guy to have sex with. I can not stand hair in my mouth, it looks cleaner and it's a huge turn on for me.

Like some others on here I was a year younger thsn the listed ages. Older teen I idolized popped me anally, before passing me on to older neighbor who broke him in about same age.

Well, I have come close to a few of my all time fantasies, but, do have a few more One for sure would be to have a top invite me to a motel, fuck me, get me so high and then whore me out to any and all cock! Have them just coming in, using my hole, filling me with cum and or piss, all through the night, leaving me in the morning, just gaped and dripping with cum and piss! I live close to Toronto I really should do this!

Nobody EVER gets near my ass with a condom!

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

I lay down on the bed, my head hanging over for him to fuck my throat deep and hard.

Hairy means you a guy! How in earth did we allow the fashion industry to dictate sexy is smooth only?? I am what they call a muscle bear. I take good care of my body but also do not remove my body hair. I am 150% maculine, and i am so comfortable with my manhood that i dont obssess about fucking only masculine guys (i top only). My bottom can be as fem as he wants. Or as hairy as he wants. Or as chubby as he wants. As long as he feels sexy, thats all i care about

ErosWired, joined a couple of weeks ago. I've tried a hell of a lot of things, and they led me down a lo-o-o-ong rabbit hole where I discovered men who taught me something about myself - they taught me that I had something to offer, and that there was a reason it felt so good to give it up. One of those men took me, for a while, as a thing he owned, and spent a lot of time and effort training me to accept my new place as a willing, eager hole for men to breed. If that sounds fictional or fake, it's not. It's what happened, and it's what I am. I'm grateful to that man for what he did, and for what he made me into. I wouldn't have it any other way. Breed me like the Man you are.

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

I'll be the buzzkill, but the rape and lack of prep privacy kills it for me.

Part 7 (Corruption in the Basement) Luke had just been fucked raw and bred by Matt as they were now ready to take him into the basement play room. Matt quickly pulled his cock out of Luke's well seeded hole only to be quickly replaced by a butt plug to make sure that nothing would leak out as they moved the action to the play room. Steve went on a head as Luke was helped to his feet and guided inside and down the dark basement stairs. When they hit the bottom of the stair case as their eyes adjusted to the low light provided by a couple black light bulbs and two 42" flat panel TV's. In the middle of the room was Luke's 'home' (so to speak) for the remainder of his corruption. Steve looked at Luke and simply said "GET YOUR NEG ASS IN THAT SLING BITCH!". Matt assisted him in getting situated in the sling just how he knew Steve wanted him with his ass slightly hanging over the edge, his legs spread wide, ankles and wrists restrained to the chains that supported the sling from the basement ceiling. Once Luke was situated his ass was raised slightly to allow for gravity to do its work in not only keeping what ever cum was deposited inside him but to let it move deeper into his colon. Luke never spoke a word as one of the screens began to play Steve's collection of home made porn of previous corruption of innocent, straight kids like Luke Luke was surprised as the video on the second screen began to play as he recognized the room as his studio apartment. There he was on the bed smoking the pipe Matt had given him the night before and stoking his dick. As he watched the scene change to when Matt joined him and began sucking his dick for the first time Steve again spoke to him, "IF YOU DON'T DO AS I SAY THIS VIDEO WILL BE SENT TO EVERY MEMBER OF YOUR FAMILY AND YOU WILL DISAPPEAR FOR EVER. I HAVE A CLIENT WHO WANTS TO PAY ME A LOT OF MONEY FOR YOU. BUT I KNOW I CAN MAKE 10 TIMES AS MUCH WITH YOU WORKING FOR ME. BUT IF YOU DON'T LISTEN, I WILL ACCEPT HIS OFFER, CRATE YOU UP AND SHIP YOU TO HIM NEVER TO BE HEARD FROM AGAIN. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR BITCH?" While Steve was telling this to Luke Matt had tied a rubber tube tightly on Luke's bicep and had another slam ready to administer. Although this one was only half the size of Luke's first slam that he had only be given less than 30 minutes earlier, it was enough to fuck the boy up royally. Matt slid the point into Luke's vein as Steve finished his little speech to (their soon to be) whore. They wasted no time in removing the tight tubbing bring Luke into a new euphoric rush as he coughed out and attempted to focus his eyes on his surrounding. Luke could now hear a definite ringing in his ears as he was lost in what he was going to need daily, a nice slam of Tina. It was now Steve's turn to breed the former virgin. He immediately got between Luke's legs, pulled the butt plug out and and slammed his cock in balls deep. Luke was so fucking high by this point the new hard cock entering his seeded ass caused him to begin to moan like a cheap whore. Compared to Matt's cock, Steve had almost a full inch on length but definitely over an inch on girth. Steve was impressed at how nice, tight and warm Luke's as felt. While Steve fucked away at Luke's former virgin ass Matt was able to move to the bound boy's head. The way the sling was configured it was in a way that allowed access to Luke's mouth. It was time to teach the boy to suck cock (and hopefully get him to loose his gag reflex). Matt was still semi-hard (with help from Viagra) and able to give Luke's mouth and throat a good workout as Steve continued to pound away at his ass when suddenly there was a buzz heard. Matt knew it was their guests for the evening and hurried up stairs to let them inside. Steve had invited just about every gay boy on campus he knew to join in the final phase of Luke's corruption, a gang bang of his (soon to be no longer) neg ass. Steve's guests all knew to be on time since no once else would be let inside the house once they were all down in the play room. Matt was pleasantly surprised to see 'Nerd Boy' walking through the door. He remembered how much he enjoyed fucking the kid and now that he knew the joys of getting fucked along with the size of 'Nerd Boy's' cock, he was secretly hoping to be on the receiving end of what he gave a few weeks back. While Matt was taking care of the guests upstairs Steve leaned in and after a nice hard slap to get the moaning Luke's attention he said "FOCUS FAG! I WANT TO BE SURE YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO YOU NEXT. WE WILL SOON BE JOINED BY A GROUP OF MY GOOD FRIENDS. THEY ARE HERE TO ASSIST IN YOUR BECOMING MY PROPERTY. THAT'S RIGHT I NOW OWN YOUR ASS AS I DEMONSTRATED WITH THE VIDEO I HAVE. WHAT THAT MEANS IS YOUR ASS WORKS FOR ME AND I WILL RENT IT OUR TO ANYONE WHO HAS THE CASH TO PAY THE PRICE TO HAVE IT FOR THEIR USE." Steve paused to slap Luke once more before continuing, "THE IMPORTANT FACT I WANT TO GET THROUGH THAT DRUGGED UP BRAIN OF YOURS RIGHT NOW IS THAT EVERYONE STANDING AROUND YOU IS HIV+. YOUR PITIFUL PLEA TO MATT WHEN HE FUCKED YOU BY THE POOL TO PUT ON A CONDOM THEN BEGGING HIM NOT TO CUM INSIDE YOU WAS USELESS. HE FILLED YOUR NEG ASS WITH A WEEKS WORTH OF HIS UNMEDICATED POZ CUM THAT I'M SURE HAS ALREADY TAKEN ROOT. TO INSURE YOUR CONVERSION MY FRIENDS HERE WILL ALL ADD THEIR OWN POZ CUM. EACH ONE WILL ASK YOU TO BEG FOR THEIR DIRTY SEED, THEIR CHARGED LOAD, IF YOU WANT TO GET PREGNANT, KNOCKED UP. I EXPECT YOU TO NOT JUST ASK THEM FOR THEIR CUM, BUT TO BEG FOR IT. I WANT TO HEAR YOU START BEGGING ME FOR MY LOAD, BEG ME TO KNOCK YOU UP RIGHT NOW. IF YOU DON'T DO THIS I SWEAR I WILL CUT OFF YOUR BALLS RIGHT HERE AND NOW!" Which Steve accentuated by roughly grabbing Luke's balls with a firm hand and pulled on them hard. Back up on the main floor Matt reminded their guests that although the bound kid in the sling may have looked under age, it was a fact that he was 18 years old as ever one stripped down and stored their clothes in numbers bag which Matt secured inside a locked closet before making their way into the basement playroom. As the group of a men descended the stairs they could already hear Luke saying, "Please Sir, give me your poz seed, I want to get knocked up, I need the gift of your charged load." Steve always made of show of this as all of the guests were now gathered around to watch as he began to long dick the helpless, restrained Luke. Steve was pulling his 8" thick cock completely out of Luke's ass before slamming back in as he was getting ready to breed the bound boy. Luke kept asking to be pozzed as Steve had told him to do. Steve looked down at his brand new whore and yelled out, "READY OR NOT TAKE MY AIDS CUM YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!", as he slammed balls deep inside depositing his own weeks worth of poz cum as his entire body shook from his orgasm. As soon as Steve pulled out one of his friends who were there to join in on Luke's corruption quickly took his place as those in the group began to get high. Some began to hit the numerous pipes laying around as others found fresh points, Tina and sterile water. Matt wanted to get to know 'Nerd Boy' better and when he saw him grab a point, fill it with some Tina he did the same making sure to find the object of his current obsession (besides corrupting Luke). Steve helped Matt learn his tollerance when it came to slamming Tina and still being able to fucntion as a top. He had his prepared point as he found a space next to 'Nerd Boy'. The two made eye contact as they both were getting ready to slam themselves. They paused for the moment so that Matt could learn that 'Nerd Boy's' real name was James and he wasn't the total bottom that Matt was led to believe. Matt let James know that he had been shown the joys of bottoming and was no longer a total top eliciting a smile from his new friend. They shared a quick smile as they tightened rubber tubbing on their bicep and mutually slammed at the same time pulling the tubbing off their arms together. They then enjoyed their mutual rush while hearing Luke continue to ask to be pozzed. The only rule Steve had was that all cum was to go inside Luke's ass. Other then that, everyone was free to explore each other which Matt and James began to do. The only thing James asked was that if he was to fuck and cum inside Luke he couldn't be fucked. That gave Matt an idea and he invited James back to his apartment after the gang bang. James agreed as the guy who had replaced Steve inside Luke howled as he unloaded his cum deep inside the corrupted boy. Luke spent the next day and a half getting seeded multiple times by every guy that was there while Matt made sure to keep him plenty high with repeated slams. He even took a double penetration from Matt and James as they fucked him together. Steve could tell that his friends were ready to head their own way he knew it was time to take his new piece of property on a test run at the rest stop just outside of town. He knew it would be filled with truckers and married men needing a place to unload and he planned to get $20 for each one who wanted to fuck his new whore.

I had a smooth ass for the entirely of my 20's. When I hit 30 in summer of 2015 I decided to stop shaving and see how it was for a year. It was really weird for a couple of months since I wasn't used to it at all... it's a whole new type of fun with nastier kinkier guys into it. It's helped weed out the prissy dudes who should probably be with a chick or something, I act less fem in bed and have become a butch alpha bottom... hehe

Part 2 "Pete wants you nice and relaxed, and as I'm his friend you need to do as you're told. Drop ya shorts for me and spread those legs." I looked at Steve, his face covered with dark stubble, his neck thick and strong. He's playing with his cock through his shorts, I can see the bulge quite clearly, like me he's obviously not wearing underwear. My eyes catch his again and he just raises he's eyebrows and looks down to my shorts. Well I know Pete has paid a lot of money to get me here and this is obviously the start of me doing as I'm told. So I undo the tie holding my shorts up and push them down, I hadn't realised just how hard I'd gotten and my cock springs out, my PA just peeking out the end of my foreskin. I spread my legs as wide as I can, my shorts tight around my ankles. "Step out of one leg for me, shift your ass forward on the seat and spread those legs wide". I do as I'm told and now my hole is exposed right on the edge of the seat and I realise why the seat was pushed so far back when I got in the car, this was obviously planned. Steve slides his finger in his mouth and covers it with spit. Leaning over he reaches between my legs and finds my hole through the hair and rubs the spit around, I can feel my hole relax and then he just slides right in, his finger opening me up a little before he slides a second one in. Slowly he pulls his fingers out and grabs the bag of T, fuck I know what's coming. He opens the bag, spit on his fingers again and reaches in, he rummages around and next thing I know he's showing me two big shards on his index finger, he smiles and reaches down between my legs. "Spread your cheeks for me, don't wanna drop this shit". I do as I'm told and with both hands pull my cheeks apart. I can feel his middle finger finding my hole and then his other finger pushes the crystals inside me. As his finger swirls around inside me I suddenly start to feel the burn. His second finger joins the first and he's stirring around in my guts and I know the stuff is dissolving inside me, I can feel the warmth and then I feel it start to spread. I throw my head back against the seat and close my eyes, not sure how long I stayed like that but I'm enjoying a nice gentle rush sweeping over my entire body. Steve seemed to be enjoying my hole, another finger goes in and now he's really stretching me. I lift my legs up, one foot against the door the other on the centre console, Steve pulls out and gets another shard then brings his hand under my leg and quickly he's pushing back inside me, stirring the third shard around inside me. My groans fill the car and I want more now, I need more than just his fingers. Devastated he pulls out, leans back and looks over at me and smiles "Petes gonna love your hole" He's got his cock out now and he's holding it and beckoning me to it with his eyes. Leaning over I take hold of it and admire it for a while, cut as to be expected, and there's a single drop of precum which I quickly lick off with a swipe of my tongue, tastes sweet. I can't wait anymore and I open my lips slightly and try to take as much in my mouth as I can. By now the Tina is flowing through my body and I'm hungry for it, my whole body craves cock, I don't just want it, I need it. I begin to suck his cock with all the skills I can, using my tongue and the roof of my mouth to stimulate the head and Steve is moaning, I think I'm doing well. Letting his cock free I look up at him and ask him to fuck me, well not so much ask as beg. "With time boy but not now, Pete will be your first not me, so suck my cock". With that he pushes my head back down on his cock, well if he won't fuck me I'm sure as hell gonna get his load in my mouth. I didn't have to wait long, I can hear him moaning louder, his cock seems to get even harder so I pick up my pace desperate for that taste. With an animal like groan I feel his cock pulse as glob after glob of creamy cum fills my mouth, eagerly I swallow it all down savouring the taste. Steve pushes me away and tucks his cock back in his shorts. "Well done, get yaself sorted and let's go see Pete". Reluctantly I pull my shorts back up and shift myself back on the seat. My head swimming with thoughts of what just happened and that craving for cock. Steve starts the engine and without saying a word pulls back out onto the road and heads around the edge of town and we start to climb a little. This is obviously a good neighbourhood, houses stand way back from the road behind gates, giving a sense of mystery to who lives there. I'm assuming this is just part of my tour of the sites, so I just relax and gaze out the window at the passing houses. Steve suddenly slows the car and swings the car round and pulls up in front of a pair of big heavy wooden gates, he punches a number into a little keypad on a pole, and silently the gates swing open revealing a long driveway leading to single story house that looks like something out of a movie - surely this isn't Petes place ?

I've had a long time fantasy of being a party favor at a party. Put in a bedroom, blindfolded, and have the host tell everyone that anytime they're horny, I'm available for use.

I still remember this scene like it was yesterday.. Going back at least 12 - 13 years.. Downtown Philly.. Famous adult theater.. Sleezy was an understatement back then. Really miss those days at times.. It was late, Thursday night I think.. I know I had a few drinks up in me and just discovered the joys of poppers.. I was by no means a virgin, having my boy cherry taken at the wee age of 11, but still new the adult underworld scene.. Ive been in this place before and had great sucks and fucks, but tonight would be a first.. Yes, I was drunk and horny.. It was pretty dark in there as usual. I walked around for a few.. Sucked a dick here and there, but, really wanted to get fucked real quick before jumping in the subway to head home.. There was two theater's. One large theater with a dark room in the back and the other was a smaller theater with hidden spots behind the screen and a dark, small bathroom in the back.. After watching a white guy get sucked off by two black guys, I could hold out no longer.. I walked into the big theater and noticed, towards the front, there was a nice looking black guy, third seat in, slowing jerking a nice dick.. There were about 4 guys standing close watching him and the movie on the screen. Being the young slut I was, and never scared to be watched, I walked on down and took the last seat to feel things out.. This guy had a nice, hard dick, pre cum was starting to leak out the top.. He gave me the sign and I leaned over and took the entire thing in my throat. His pre cum was nice and tasty.. While feasting on his dick, I didn't find it weird when his hands started to feel my ass.. I didn't think anything of it when his hand went down my pants and started to feel my hole.. I started to get a little nervous when I felt another pair on hands feeling over my ass, then pulling my pants down, but all that went out the window when I felt the tongue snaking up my tight hole.. Who ever was eating my hole was doing a great job, making me suck the dick in my mouth better and better.. Being a young cum slut, raw fucking was never an issue, even back then, so when I felt a raw dick being pushed into my hole, I just relaxed and let it happen. I figured, I'd take this fuck, eat this dudes nutt, bust my own nutt and bounce on out... And that was the plan.. Until.. The first guys came and and I noticed, the dude I was sucking was increasing his grip on my head/shoulder.. That's when I felt the 2nd dick slide into my cummy hole.. Like a jack rabbit, this dude pumped fast and hard.. Came in less than 3 minutes.. Pulled out and as I tried to lift myself, that's when 3 things happened.. An open bottle of poppers was shoved under my nose.. I felt another pair of hands holding me down.. A 3rd dick slammed up my went hole and this fucker was massive.. I cried out some, but on one really heard.. After I hit the poppers, another dick was slammed in my throat to hold the sounds so all one could hear was that sounded like me moaning.. I had to choice.. Spit roasted in an adult theater, pants just down around my ankles.. Didn't help, I was rock hard.. The new dick in my mouth came fast and hard and swallowed it all.. Didn't really have a choice as he nutted deep in my throat.. As Im swallowing his load, the new dick was slamming hard and fast up my ass, damn near breaking the seat I was leaned over.. Another dick is shoved in my throat and just cums... I swallow hard a fast. That sent the guy fucking me over the edge as he slammed in hard and shot a massive load up my tender hole. The original sucker moved my head over his still hard dick and makes me finish him off, as I felt another dick slam into my ass and just cum.. Then another, just slammed into my ass and just came.. When the third dick, (number 6 of the night) slide me and came, dude I was sucking shot a massive load right down my throat.. Damn near chocked on it, but got it all down.. At this times, I was finally let up as dude I was sucking was done and wanted to get up and leave.. I looked around and noticed, things were pretty empty down where I was.. As I attempt to stand and pull my my pants, I feel a hand on my ass.. This little latin guy whispered in my ear if he could suck my hole out.. I took him to a more private corner, bent forward and unloaded all the nutt up my hole in his mouth and he loved it.. He licked and sucked my hole nice and clean and I was kind enough to reward him with my load, right down his wanting mouth..

Yes, those theaters and all the wild anonymous loads that you could take and having other guys watch you being a pig and a slut. great job!

nothing compares to the overwhelming and liberating pleasure of being knowingly infected, i went from addicted cumdump to equally addicted aidswhore and now i'm ready to be totally enslaved

Part 2 I was 22, and working in Lewisam Hospital HIV centre as a third year medical student. I was young, blond, 11 stone, 6 foot tall, and was not surprised I received a lot of attention from the gay guys on the AIDS ward where I had earned a reputation as a potential target. I had fooled about with one of the AIDS patients, although I don't think he had told the other patients the sordid details. At most, the other patients guessed something had gone on, but precisely what was not common knowledge. I needed a fag, and to go out to the smoking hut. Because it was summer time, I slipped into a pair of flip flops as we weren't allowed to wear our hospital shoes outdoors, but, as usual, I was dressed in scrubs. Arriving at the smoking hut, I saw one of the patients from the AIDS ward, named 'Andy'. He was in his mid-thirties, bald, skinny, and in the advanced stages of AIDS. In addition, I knew he kinky, and was a nasty exhibitionist slut. "Hey Joe. Looking sexy, as usual, with your cute feet showing like that. I approve," Andy said as I lit-up a cigarette. "Hi, Andy, and thanks," I replied, in the process slipping off my flip flops off and flexing my toes. I love my feet and being barefoot made me horny. "So, how are you, Andy?" I asked, flexing my knee and holding my bare toes as I smoked my cigarette. "I'm good. Thanks. Did you have fun with John the other night?" he asked. As I debated my reply, he took a last drag on his cigarette, extinguished it, and stood-up. Dressed in tracksuit trousers, slippers and a hospital gown top, his bulging cock was visible in his baggy, grey trackies. "He shouldn't have told you, I could get in trouble," I replied, as I massaged my toes. "He just said you had some fun. I aint gonna say anything, don't worry" Andy commented as he took a step so he was standing directly in front of me. "Besides," he continued as he took hold of my bare foot and rubbed it gently with his big, muscular hands, "you're young, body full of hormones, and your nuts are full of cum, huh?" With that he pulled my foot into his crotch and rubbed his hard-on against it. I did my best to curl my toes around his shaft. "Your cock feels massive, Andy. Promise not to tell anyone about John? Or this?" I asked, rubbing his boner through his trousers with my bare foot, gripping his shaft with my sweaty toes. "I promise," he replied, grinding his crotch against my foot. With some pride, I noticed a wet spot of precum appearing through his trousers. "I'd better stop or you're gonna have a tell tale stain," I observed, removing my toes from his cock, and returning my bare foot to the concrete flooring. The concrete was quite cold, but that didn't stop me from slipping off my other flip flop, and standing barefoot in front of Andy. "Will you tell me what you did?" he asked, reaching over and squeezing my cock through my scrubs. "I can't. I could get in so much trouble," I replied. Andy continued to rub my erection through the thin fabric, but after a few seconds he paused, and poked his head out the door, checking to see if the coast was clear. 'I'll do anything. Come on, please. I can see you're turned-on by talking about it" Andy plead. With that he knelt down and, lifting my left foot up to his face, he brushed the dirt off my sole and, one-by-one, sucked my toes. "Oh god, Andy, that feels nice," I responded, trying to grip his tongue with my toes as he licked all around the underside of my sweaty digits. "You're a foot loving boy, aint ya? If you won't tell me what John did, will you show me?" as he moved from licking my bare sole to sucking my big toe. "Fuck, oh god. I can't here," I answered, pointing my toes and poking them into his mouth. "You sure?" And with that Andy took all five of my toes between his lips and sucked about half of my foot into his mouth, deep-throating my foot, and tongue-fucking my toe gaps, coating my toes in saliva. He had earned my respect. "Fuck it, ok, stand-up and drop your trousers," I said, removing my foot from his mouth. My toes were covered in his spit. Andy stood-up, again glanced-out the door to make certain no one was near. Then he slipped-off his slippers, dropped his tracksuit trousers down to his ankles, stepped out of his trousers, and tossed them on the bench. Standing in front of me, his hospital gown came down to his knees, so his genitals were covered, but his fat erection made a huge tent in his gown front, and the back was only loosely tied so his bum and bare back were visible through the crack. "Have you got a condom?" I asked, pulling my cock out my scrubs and giving myself a few wanks. "Nope. Did you and John use a condom?" he asked as I wanked myself. Andy then reached over and took hold of my erection, repeating his question "Did John use a condom?" "No, no he didn't," I finally answered. "Then you don't need one now," as he commented as he continued to wank me off. "Ah, fuck. Turn around," I ordered. Without a pause, Andy turned around, showing me his half-tied hospital gown. His skinny bum cheeks and muscular back showed through a gap in the gown. I slid my hand up his inner thigh, and along his ass crack. It was wet and slimy. Andy smirked, commenting "Oh yeah, I took a load from my boyfriend load earlier this morning," all the while standing nonchalantly at the entrance of the smoking hut, smoking a cigarette, playing look-out as I played with his bum cheeks. "Is your boyfriend HIV positive?' I asked, pulling his bum cheeks apart and looking at his cum-coated, poz fuck hole. "Yeah, he gave the bug to me,' Andy answered, and then cajoled me saying "come on Joe, show me what John did to your little neg ass." At the same time Andy bent at the waist, arched his back, and backed his cum-oozing hole nearer to my cock. "It sounds like you already know," I remarked, having made my decision. I rubbed my helmet in the cum oozing out of his hole, getting my mushroom head coated in brown tinged poz cum. Then I slid my helmet slowly into his poz man cunt, feeling the hot cum ooze out round my coronal ridge as I held my helmet in him. "Oh, yeah, fuck me neg boy. Put your student cum up me," Andy moaned as I buried my cock slowly into his guts until my balls hit his arse cheeks. I held my cock inside him, slid my hands up his back, un-knotting the ties on his hospital gown, and, opening the back of his garment, I slid my hands round him to feel his bare chest. "How far can you see if someone is coming?" I asked, pushing the hospital gown completely off his shoulders, letting it fall to his waist where it hung on his erection. "About 50 feet. Plenty far for a quick naked fuck" Andy replied, as he pushed the hospital gown off his cock, standing completely naked impaled on my bare cock in the door of the smoking hut. "Fuck, I shouldn't be doing this," I whispered to myself, my cock balls-deep up Andy's ass. I pulled my scrubs top over my head, dropped my trousers and boxers to my ankles, awkwardly kicking my bunched-up trousers and underwear off my bare feet, all the while trying valiantly to keep my cock buried in Andy's guts. Eventually, however, I too was completely naked. "Fuck yeah, fuck me nude boy," Andy moaned as I worked my cock in and out of his sloppy ass, his boyfriend's poz cum making his ass slurp every time I slid out. "You're so sloppy," I quietly remarked, sliding my cock out completely on every stroke so I could watch the second hand cum drool off my helmet before plunging back into his guts. "I could get in so much trouble if someone sees us," I said, standing on my bare tip toes to get more purchase to fuck his cum leaking man cunt. "Don't worry, damn it, I'll give a shout if anyone comes! Don't want you getting in trouble! Relax and enjoy yourself," Andy advised as he encouraged me to fuck his poz ass. "Fuck getting in trouble," I said, horniness getting the better of me. I pulled out, and before Andy could question me, I instructed him "Lay down here, on our clothing," as I kicked our discarded clothing into a pile with my foot. Andy obliged, laying on his back on the mound of clothing, as I knelt between his legs. "We won't be able to see if some one comes,' Andy observed as I lifted his feet up onto my shoulders, my helmet at the entrance of his hole. "Are you okay with getting caught?" Andy nodded his approval, so I continued "Shit a bit of cum out onto my knob." Andy immediately strained his sphincter muscles, pushing a glob of cum out onto my cock head. It was farty lump of frothy white cum that, once shat out onto the tip of my cock, smeared along my shaft as I slid into Andy's bowels. "Fuck yeah, but I thought you were worried," Andy continued, as he reached-up and pulled my face to his, pressing his lips against mine. "Honestly, I'm too fuckin' horny to care," I responded, slowly starting to fuck Andy, sliding my cock in and out of his diseased guts as we started to snog. "Close your eyes. Fuck it. If someone walks past, just fuck me and snog me with your eyes closed until you cum," Andy suggested. And with that we both closed our eyes, Andy on his back, his feet over my shoulders, bent double as I rutted on top of him, grinding my raw cock deep into his intestines as we snogged, oblivious to where we were or how risky it was. We fucked for several minutes, my cock slopping in and out of his cunt, and, pulling his left foot between our faces, and we snogged each other, his dirty toes in our mouths and occasionally up my nose, slobbering each other's face (and his foot) as we fucked in a contortionist's pose. After a few minutes, I pulled Andy's foot away and rammed my tongue down his throat, making him gag, fucking him for ages, but eventually we heard faint foot steps approaching, and I opened my eyes and tried to pull away. Andy, however, held my face to his, our lips pressed together, and commanded me to "Keep fucking me," licking my nose as I resumed fucking him. The footsteps meanwhile, were getting louder. "But Andy," I said as he sucked my nose and stuck his tongue up my nostrils, "there's someone coming." He held my face right up to his, my hips bucking into him as we listened to the approaching footsteps. "Just fuck me, deep, slow, fuck yeah, come on, fuck the person coming, let him see," he urged, snogging me hard as the shadow of two people appeared on the wall of the shelter. The newcomers were two young guys, probably in their late teens or early 20s, and with their first clear view of the shelter, I was about to blow my load. "Fucking queers," one of the guys said as the two of them walked past. My nuts were boiling with lust and pride, having just been seen by two youths, in a smoking shelter, fucking this guy, both of us completely naked. Just in case the guys couldn't tell precisely were I was in the process, I announced "I'm cumming," slamming my cock into Andy's guts, my balls jumping as I unloaded, simultaneously shoving my tongue into Andy's throat as I bred him. We moaned in pleasure into each face as I came deep in Andy's guts. I exaggerated our respective role by ramming hard into Andy as my cum flowed into his body, my balls emptying their load into his poz bowels. Suddenly one of the guys re-appeared in the doorway of the shelter again, just as I was bucking my hips into Andy, finishing-up in dumping my load deep inside him. Asking the obvious, he said "Are you cumming up him?", his iphone in hand, apparently filming the two of us in action. I continued, finishing-up in dumping my load into Andy as we both snogged, glancing at the guy but more or less ignoring him. After all, I was making bareback nasty with a very poz guy, breeding his dirty asshole. I lay on top of Andy, my cock up his ass, our bodies interlocked on the floor, our naked bodies heaving as the boy stopped filming. "Are you going to piss off so we can get dressed?" Andy said sternly to the boy. "Andy, don't be so horrible. He's just curious," I said, and then turning to the young guy I asked "You gonna stay until you've seen this, aint ya?" Just to entice him, I withdrew my cock from Andy's ass, and both it and I stood proudly in the full light of day for the inspection of the guy. As my cock was slick with anal juices, I grabbed my shaft and squeezed the last few drops of cum out my tip. The boy just stared at me as I stroked my softening erection, my cockhead shining in the sun. "How old are you mate?" I asked, helping Andy to his feet. Andy immediately stood behind me, pressing his cock into the crack of my ass as he hugged me, both of us standing naked in front of the boy. "I'm 19", the guy answered. Meanwhile Andy ran his hands up and down the front of my torso, making my cock throb as the on-looker watched, Andy also grinding his erection into my ass crack. "Thank god for that. What's your name, mate?" I asked. Andy finally stopping molesting my naked body. I reached for my scrub top, but Andy grabbed it from me, handing me his hospital gown. "Simon," the guy answered, as I looked puzzled at Andy, taking the gown from him. "I'm Andy, and this is Joe. He's a patient here. Put your gown on Joe," Andy said while slipping on my scrubs top and pulling on my scrubs trousers, handing me my boxers. Still mystified, I did as he ordered, pulling the hospital gown over my head, and pulling-up my boxers. Andy tied only the top tie of the hospital gown up on my back of me, squeezing my bum through my boxer shorts. "Why were you guys fucking here?" Simon asked. I looked him up and down. He was skinny, five foot nothing, wearing high top skater shoes, skinny knee length shorts and a tight white polo shirt, a 'Justin Bieber' hair cut, and a button nose. I remember thinking to myself 'Simon is as cute as hell - a very trendy young lad'. "Joe has been a patient here for ages, and we can't do it in the hospital, so we have to come out here," Andy lied to the boy. At that moment the boy's phoned beeped. "It's my mate. He's waiting for me at the youth club," Simon said, as he stepped out the doorway. "That's not fair," Andy retorted, stopping Simon in his tracks. "What isn't?" Simon asked. "We showed you ours. You've gotta show us yours. Here, look," Andy said, lifting my hospital gown up and getting my cock out my boxers, and then hauling his own cock out, holding both and stroking them gently. "I dunno..." Simon replied, looking round to see if anyone was near. "Go on. I can see you thinking about it," Andy urged, stroking both our cocks, one in each hand. "Fuck, hold on," Simon answered. Putting his phone in his pocket, he unzippd his flies, popped his button, and pulled his shorts wide open. He was wearing bright blue boxers. Then he then hooked his thumbs into his underwear waistband and paused, looking over his shoulders again to check if the coast was still clear. Apparently satisfied the coast was clear, he turned to face us, and then pulled the front of his boxers down, inviting us in saying "Here ya go," wagging his cock round. It was, at most, five inches, and matched his build as both he and it were fairly skinny. His foreskin covered most of his helmet, his japs eye nevertheless visible. His blond pubes, glinting in the sun, and neatly trimmed, completed the package. "Joe, I haven't a hand free. Pull his foreskin back for me. I want to see his helmet," Andy said wacking both of our cocks. I didn't need any further invitation. I reached over and took a hold of Simon's cock. He took a deep inhalation. "Don't worry, Simon. I'm just gonna skin it back for you mate. Okay?" Simon nodded, watching as I gripped his shaft and pulled back his foreskin. Simon sighed as I began to play with his cock, and I used every manual trick I knew, holding it, cupping it, stroking my thumb along the shaft, gently pulling his foreskin over his helmet again and then peeling it back slowly. His pleasure was evident as his piss slit smeared my palm with his precum. "You ever fucked anyone, mate?" Andy asked, as I let go of Simon's cock and watched as it jumped with ever heart beat. "Eermm.... No...." Simon replied. "Joe likes watching me get fucked by other guys," Andy said, letting go of our cocks and pushing his trousers down to his ankles. "Andy, you can't," I said, as Andy again took hold of my cock. "Maybe this will convince you," Andy replied. Turning his back to Simon, he bent over and slid my cock into his mouth, sucking hard on my helmet as he presented his ass to Simon, who just stood there, still holding his boxers down so his erection could hang out proudly, all of six inches from Andy's hole. "Simon, push your boxers down below your balls. That's it," I observed, as Andy sucked my cock. Simon did as I ordered, pushing his boxers down so his cock and balls hung out. His little nuts were pulled up tight under the base of his cock. I leaned over Andy as he in turn bent over between Simon and me, gagging as I shoved my cock deeper into his throat. At this point I was thoroughly horny, and certainly horny enough to carry through with this scene. I then pulled-out of Andy's mouth, and stood next to Simon, as I stroked my cock. "Simon, are you ok? You haven't said anything," I observed, as I reached over and moved Simon's hand to my erection. Andy was still bent over in front of the Simon, his ass no more than inches from the tip of Simon's innocent cock. "I'm ok. What do I do?" Simon asked, still holding my cock. "Inch forward, that's it," I instructed, as Simon put his helmet to Andy's cum-leaking hole. "I've got a condom in my wallet. Should I get it out?" Simon asked, adding "what's that stuff?" as he smeared his helmet in my sperm. "You don't need a condom. Andy's not a girl. He can't get pregnant, and that stuff is my cum. I wouldn't have fucked him bareback if it was dangerous would I?" I lied. "I guess. Should I just fuck him without a condom then, like they do in porn?" Simon asked, gently squeezing my cock onto which he was still holding. "It feels so much better without a condom, Simon. Never use one. Always get your little cock in there skin-to-skin," Andy recommended, reaching back and pulling his cheeks apart, presenting his poz cunt for the him to fuck raw. "Help him do me bareback, Joe. Please," Andy said. "Line it up with his hole, and now just push inside. That's it," I said as Simon's helmet slid easily into Andy's experienced hole. Simon's cock skin, of course, was being caressed by Andy's poz bowel lining, and in obvious pleasure, Simon grunted "Oh, wow", as he all but throttled my cock in the excitement of the moment: his erect cock was lodged in Andy's guts, and my cum and all sorts of other juices leaked out of Andy's ass, to lubricate Simon's entrance. In fact, Simon's pubes and nuts were completely matted in cum. "Good huh?" Andy moaned as he pulled his ass forward and then back, and back again, fucking himself onto Simon's erection. "Fuck!" Simon exclaimed, perhaps a little loudly, but certainly understandably, as he began to thrust his hips, slowly and gently, fucking Andy, all the while still holding my cock with his young fingers. "Glad you tried it?" I asked, sliding my hand onto his skinny bum, the top third of which was bare as his boxers were puled down a bit. My finger tips were exploring his ass crack, pushing his boxers shorts waistband down even further as I pushed Simon into an ever harder fucking motion. "Oh, I think I'm gonna..." Simon exclaimed, as he likewise dropped my cock, grabbed Andy's hips, and fucked Andy deeply and erratically, jerking into the poz guy. "Just let go - cum inside him. Good boy," I said, sliding my hand down the back of Simon's boxers and feeling his bum cheeks clench as he started to cum, his little hips hammering into Andy, unloading his cum into Andy's hole. "Oh, fuck, yeah, fuck, fuck.......' Simon grunted as he came, grinding his cock into Andy's guts. "Good boy," I praised him, letting Simon come down off his orgasm. I couldn't help myself, but found myself openly stroking his bum cheeks as he pulled out, cum dripping off his cock, which was still rock hard and pulsing. Andy stood up and started to pull my scrubs trousers on again, as I stared at Simon's pulsating, all the while playing with his hole. Panting quite hard, Simon gasped "Fuck me, that was cool," looking with obvious pride at his throbbing cock. I knelt down and sucked it into my mouth, sucking all the grime off it - until Simon pushed me off. "All clean," I said, standing-up and stroking Simon's cock one last time before he pulled his shorts and boxers up. "Fuck, well, I've gotta go," Simon announced. "Thanks, and nice meeting you mate,' Andy grinned. "Yeah, and thanks. See ya," Simon replied as he hurriedly left the shelter. "Young guys always run after they've cum," Andy observed. "You shouldn't have let him fuck you bareback, Andy," I said, gripping Andy's cock through his trousers. "Hey, at least I didn't breed him. I done as much to guys his age. "So tell me, Andy, why am I wearing your hospital gown?" I asked as Andy rubbed his fingertips on the skin of my bare back through the gaping gap in the back of it. I shuddered in pleasure as he slid his hand down into the back of my boxer shorts and grazed his finger over my hole. "So Simon didn't know you worked here. Plus, I thought I'd have easier access. If, that is, you've got a little longer?" he asked, turning me round to face him, our bare toes touching. "You're still horny? I guess you haven't cum yet. Sure. I'm not needed in theatre for an hour," I answered, adding "What did you have in mind?" Andy slipped on my flip flops on and picked up his slippers, suggesting "Let's go for a little walk, shall we?" as he squeezed my cock through my clothing. "I can't go barefoot and dressed like this," I retorted, as Andy stroked me to erection again. Then he took my hand by the wrist and slid it down the front of the scrub trousers he was wearing, getting me to hold his fat shaft. "You want this up you?" he asked, as I slowly stroked his cock. I nodded. "Come with me," he said, further instructing me to keep ahold his cock in his scrubs trousers, and as he held his tracksuit trousers and slippers in front of his crotch to hide where my arm entered under his waist band. With no more ado, he led me off towards the hospital, barefoot, in just boxers and a loosely tied gown, my cock throbbing....