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Tonight was a first for me on several levels. I went to the Bear Party in Manhattan for the first time. After stripping down, I walked back to the play space with poppers and lube in hand. A few guys on BZ had posted there was no bb at Bear Party, so I decided to see what I could manage. The play spaces were — dimly lit with dark velvet curtains dividing spaces, and pleather furniture — couches and ottomans. Very heady space ideal for random anon play. I lubed my hole and did a loop, taking in the men, letting them get a Site if me, and surveying the rooms. I connected eyes with a very sexy Latino bear. We found one another in the middle, draped room, and made out. Once I bent over to start blowing him, all the magic started.... i let myyself slip into the sensory experience. The sound of poppers being inhaled from small bottles in the twilight, with hints of that sharp aroma in the air. Fingers explored the crack of my ass, playfully spreading my hole open. One cock, then another found their way into my mouth. One was thick and curved, while another was shorter and pointed. A third was smooth to the touch with an enlarged head. I poppered up, turned around, and rubbed my ass against the Latino bear’s cock. I tilted my head back to make out with him while his cock slid along my ass. I thought he’d pill out and find a rubber. But no. I felt hi. Position his hardon to penetrate my ass raw. That sexy bear fucked me bent over, his dick gliding in and out so smoothly. I repositioned over an ottoman so I wouldn’t fall over. I could vaguely see an audience gathered around, and a handsome muscle guy was egging us on to fuck. I could tell I was the only one getting fucked in the place. ”I’m gonna cum,” he told me. I actually hesitated to take his load, and started to pull off his cock. I was going to ha e him shoot across my ass cheeks. But he grabbed my waist and pulled me back into his cock. He pounded me in front of everyone, and finally shot his load in my hole. He pounded me a couple quick thrusts before pulling out. We kissed a couple minutes, me feeling his chest, before another cock pressed against my hole. i spent the evening bent over furniture, my ass spread wide for any hardon. One ... two .... three .... four .... one guy would breed my hole, step back without a word, and another would slide in. No one spoke. No one asked about condoms. And no one other than that firsthotbear warned me he was cumming. I switched positions a few times, and felt the cum running down my balls and legs. I’d read a few stories here on BZ about it, but I kept thinking I finally knew what it feels like to be a total cumdump. A couple of the older, overweight men had worked their way into the line. I left my ass up for them — I never saw anyone else bottoming, let alone taking it raw. I finally walked away having shot my load while being fucked by a big uncut dick. I was dripping sweat, lube, and cum. I felt like a sloppy pig. Now I want it again.

Ooops, the last part didn’t have any sex in it. Need to fix that ------------- Part 17 - Intern-al Mark opened the door and there stood Paul with a gym bag. “Come on in. Paul, this is my boyfriend Eric, Eric this is Paul from the office.” After the introductions Paul said “I have my outfit in my bag, I figured you didn’t want all your neighbors watching me come in dressed like a stripper.” “They’ve seen worse” Eric joked. “Can I change clothes?” Paul asked and Mark showed him to the spare bedroom. Mark and Eric slid the coffee table over to the side to give Paul plenty of room to move. Mark yelled out “Paul, do you want something to drink? Beer, booze, water?” Paul yelled back “Water would be good and maybe some tequila if you have some.” Mark went into the kitchen and got a glass of water and picked up 3 glasses and the bottle of tequila. Coming back into the living room he set the glasses down and poured a generous shot into the glasses. Paul came out of the room dressed in shiny silver track pants and a shiny red shirt. Mark could see the tear-away seams on the sides of both the pants and shirt and smiled. He handed a shot to Paul and another to Eric and they toasted with a simple “Salut.” Mark and Eric sat down on the couch together and Paul hit play on his phone to get the music started. As Paul danced Mark was impressed with the nimbleness of his body and as each part of clothing got removed he liked seeing more and more of Paul’s body. Eric reached over and started to rub Mark’s growing bulge. Soon, Paul was giving attention to both Mark and Eric, pulling both of their shirts off. Paul finally pulled his shirt apart revealing a red leather harness on his chiseled, hairless chest. Mark smiled as he saw under the harness on Paul’s left pec was a scorpion tattoo with a red stinger. Paul wasn’t shy about making body contact with his audience and soon he had Mark standing next to him in just his jockstrap. The dance got more and more erotic and Eric was the next to be standing up almost naked. Cocks were stroked, asses felt up, tongues explored and nipples were bitten. Mark wasn’t sure when the music stopped but Paul was on his knees, completely naked licking his cock through the material from the jock. Quickly, Paul turned his attention to Eric who was now completely naked. Eric’s cock was hard and he slapped Paul’s face with it. Mark pulled his jockstrap off and freed his dripping cock and stood next to Eric letting Paul shift between the two hard cocks in front of him. He was surprised at how easy Paul was able to take his pierced cock all the way down his throat. As he moaned he wondered how he was going to bring up the issue of HIV status before things went much farther. He wasn’t going to stealth breed a co-worker and risk his job. Mark pulled Paul to his feet and rubbed his cock along Paul’s crack and whispered in his ear “I like the tat. Are you a scorpio or does that cock have a sting to it?” Paul froze, unsure how to answer while Eric leaned over and bit and tongued Paul’s nipple. After several seconds, Paul said “I’m a Virgo and its got quite a sting.” Mark whispered back “Fuck yeah, ours too. You up for a recharge?” “Oh god yeah” was Paul’s response. Mark grabbed Paul by the harness and dragged him into the bedroom with Eric right behind. Pushing Paul on to the bed on his back with his head over the edge of the bed, Mark lowered himself down and pushed his cock into Paul’s mouth as Eric started to rim Paul’s ass, pushing his legs back to his chest. Mark felt Paul moan around his cock as Eric got more and more aggressive. Fingers joined his tongue in prepping Paul’s tight hole for the fucking that Eric planned. Mark fucked Paul’s throat and Eric finger fucked his pussy. Two then three and finally four fingers were shoving in and out of his hole stretching and tugging. Eric couldn’t wait any longer and moved in driving his raw cock deep inside Paul’s hole. Eric had only fucked Mark once since the flu and he needed to fuck and breed really bad. His thrusts got harder and longer until he was pulling all the way out and slamming back into Paul’s now gaping pussy. He knew he was close and looked at Mark for approval to breed his co-worker. Mark grinned and nodded before saying “Do it.” Eric unleashed a torrent of cum into Paul’s fuckhole. Pumping in what he felt like was a gallon of toxic jizz, a look of ecstasy rushed over his face. Mark had buried his cock into Paul’s throat when Eric started to shoot in the other end and pulled out as Eric stopped shaking from his orgasm, hearing Paul gasp for breath. Mark pulled his spit covered cock out and pushed Paul to the middle of the bed, flipping him over on to his knees and rammed his cock into Paul’s cum slick hole. He pulled him up so that Paul’s back was against his chest. He reached around and pinched Paul’s nipples and whispered in his ear “Is this what you wanted to happen tonight? Be a cumdump for our toxic seed?” Paul was moaning loudly and fucking his ass back on Mark’s cock. He turned his head and said “Fuck yeah, its been so long since I had real poz cock inside me. Too many guys are on meds these days.” After a few minutes of grinding his ass on Mark’s cock he said “Oh my god I’m about to cum.” Mark looked at Eric and said “Back your hole on his cock before he shoots. You need another strain.” Eric nodded and got on all fours in front of Paul and moved back, positioning Paul’s cock on his assring. He shoved his body back, feeling Paul’s cock rip into him. “Oooooohhhh fuck thats so hot” moaned Paul. Mark could feel Paul’s hole contract around his cock and knew he wouldn’t last long. He held Paul’s hips and pounded faster but he wanted Paul to shoot first so he could enjoy Paul’s orgasm from the inside. He didn’t have to wait long and with a few twists of Paul’s nips, he felt Paul begin to flood Eric’s hole. Mark started pumping his load into Paul, adding to Eric’s diseased cum. He waited until Paul’s orgasm ended and pulled him down horizontally to the bed, his cock still inside Paul’s pussy. Eric was similarly attached to Paul and they lay there spooning for several minutes before they recovered. “So, I guess I found out another of your secrets” Mark said to Paul. “Yeah, that’s probably one I shouldn’t advertise around the office. Are you really poz too?” Paul asked. “Hehe, yeah. Eric is one of my recent, uh, victims.” “You’re toxic? No meds? Fuck, yeah” Paul said enthusiastically. “Yeah, its been four months since I tested poz. I want to stay toxic as long as I can. I really get off on knocking up neg guys. Every time I find out one converted, I crave more.” Mark explained. Paul smiled and continued “Me too. Over six years so far. Though I mostly bottom. A few guys have paid me for my gift and I breed a lot of chasers. It must be pretty potent since I’ve gotten a few one-and-done pozzings in the past few months. Even did a straight couple last month. The guy paid me a lot of money.” “Damn, you got pozzed young. You weren’t chasing at that age, were you?” Eric asked. “I was a slut. I couldn’t get enough cock. I never asked status and some of those were poz. It’s simple. I wouldn’t change a thing” Paul replied with a grin. Mark’s cock got harder as he heard Paul tell his story. He pulled back and thrust his cock back into Paul’s cunt. Paul moaned. Eric pulled off and pushed a finger in his own ass and then sucked the infected seed off his finger. “I think we’re ready for round two. Paul, ride Mark’s cock. Let’s see just how slutty that hole can be” Eric said followed by a sinister laugh. Mark always got worried when Eric started to get aggressive. It was how he took his first fist, tied down and helpless to do anything about it. Eric was not gentle fisting him and it took weeks for his ass to recover. Paul climbed up and straddled Mark’s abs and lined up the shaft and pushed it back inside. Leaning on Mark’s shoulders, he started fucking himself on the thick cock, taking long strokes until he could feel the piercing at his outer ring and then going back down. He felt a hand between his shoulder blades and it started to push him down. Mark took over and started to thrust his hips up driving his cock into Paul’s stretched out pussy. Eric climbed up on the bed and rested his dripping cock just above Paul’s hole, feeling Mark’s cock rub against it. Eric started to push, stretching Paul’s hole until he finally squeezed in next to Mark’s still moving cock. It had been a long time since Paul had been double penetrated and the pain was intense at first. He was biting his lip and stifling his scream. After a while the pain slowly subsided and turned into pleasure until Eric slammed his cock all the way in. Paul let out a scream and his body dropped down on top of Mark with his head in the pillow next to Mark’s head. Mark kept up the pace, pounding in and out squeezing between Eric’s cock and the walls of Paul’s fuckhole. Once Paul got used to being stuffed like this, Eric started to fuck his hole as well. Moving in the opposite direction as Mark, the sensations were driving Paul crazy. His cock throbbed and twitched between his and Mark’s bodies, soaking both bodies in precum. Mark knew he couldn’t last much longer with the stimulation his cock was getting. He stopped for a moment letting Eric’s cock stroke his cock and Paul’s pussy. Once he caught his breath, he started to jackrabbit Paul’s hole until he erupted, pumping another load of charged seed into him. Eric felt Mark’s orgasm and rammed his cock all the way in as he too added more venom into Paul. The three laid there as their bodies slowly stopped writhing in ecstasy. Eric kissed the back of Paul’s neck and then pulled his cock out, covered in cum. Paul leaned back with Mark’s cock still inside his ravaged hole as Eric walked around the bed and stood over Mark’s head. Paul lapped at Eric’s cock, savoring the taste of the combined cum on it. Eric leaned against the wall as Paul cleaned his cock, balls and groin and then said “Open your mouth.” Paul did as he was told and Eric rested the head of his cock on Paul’s bottom lip and let his bladder empty. Paul was guzzling the piss as fast as he could but some still dripped down his chin onto Mark’s torso. Paul grabbed Eric’s waist and impaled Eric’s cock in his mouth, forcing the piss straight down his throat. Once the stream stopped, Eric pulled his cock out and leaned over, giving Paul a deep kiss, tasting the cum and piss that was still lingering in his mouth. Paul raised his body up and felt Mark’s cock fall out of his gaping hole with cum running down his leg. He rolled over and laid on the bed next to Mark smiling. “So, what do you think of my new dance routine?” Paul asked jokingly. They all laughed before getting up and moving into the shower. After they were rinsed off, Paul put his regular clothes on and stuffed his dance outfit in his gym bag. He hugged and kissed both Mark and Eric and walked out of the apartment.

Part 16 - Connecting the dots Mark had been checking the intern at work out for a couple months. The company frequently got college students to come in and work cheap with the promise that if the company liked how they worked they would get an offer when they graduated. He could tell that the guy was hiding something and it wasn’t just that he looked uncomfortable in the corporate clothing of khaki’s and polo shirts. He could see there were several piercings that he didn’t wear at work, and he always seemed to be checking out the other people in the office but never said a word about what he did outside the office. Many people try to keep their private lives out of the office gossip, but Paul took it to new levels. Mark talked to his boss and got Paul to help him on his current project. They had spent a week together and Mark had caught Paul staring at him several times. Finally he called him out on it. Paul stammered for words, embarrassed that he had been busted but happy that Mark couldn’t see his crotch, since he was rock hard like he usually was around Mark. “Listen, it will be a lot easier if you just tell me what you’re thinking and why you keep staring at me. Is it the tattoos?” Mark asked? After a few false starts, Paul finally said “No one in the office knows, but I’m gay” and paused before he added “and there are a lot of hot guys that work here” and paused again before turning bright red and finished with “and you’re the hottest one.” Mark chuckled “Dude, about a third of the guys in this department are gay. Including me. Don’t be shy about it, its cool. Just don’t stare and stalk guys at work or it can get you in deep shit. That doesn’t mean that you can’t let them know that you’re interested in getting to know them better. Just keep extracurricular activities and work separate. Look, it’s about lunch time, lets go grab a bite to eat and we can talk more openly.” Paul gave a big sigh and a smile came over his face. “Thanks, I didn’t realize it was that obvious.” The two left the building and went to a deli that Mark knew of. They grabbed sandwiches and drinks, drove back and sat down on a park bench outside the office and began to eat. Mark broke the silence and said “You should be yourself at the office, unless you’re some twisted crazed maniac, of course. It would make it a lot less stressful when you only have one life to live, not two.” “I don’t think most people would like what I do in my off time” Paul replied. “Oh? You have some skeletons in your closet?” Mark asked inquisitively. “Kinda.” Mark probed a bit “It can’t be anything crazier than some of the stuff I’ve done, so give me a hint.” After a few moments, Paul asked “If I tell you, you won’t tell anyone about this, right?” “Of course.” Paul took a deep breath and said “I go to a lot of warehouse parties. I DJ sometimes, but usually dance and hookup. Sometimes I strip at clubs and get a lot of offers for, uh, services.” He stopped and looked at Mark, waiting to see if he looked shocked or pissed off. “That’s it? Kinkier shit goes down with some of your co-workers. I don’t think management would like to hear about the stripping and escorting, but you’re a hot early 20’s gay guy. Have fun, enjoy your life. Do the crazy shit that you won’t be able to when you get older. Don’t brag about it in the office, but be yourself. Hell, my boyfriend and I might even want to watch you strip sometime” Mark said with a wink. Feeling a lot more comfortable, Paul asked “You do things like that with your boyfriend?” “Yeah” Mark said, chuckling a bit “Last stripper we saw we took home for the weekend.” Mark could see Paul react with some surprise but also saw his cock twitch. “Well, I’ve been working on a new routine and if you would like I can give you a private showing sometime” Paul said with a big grin. Mark was stripping Paul in his mind and felt his cock get really hard. “Mmmm, I bet that would be fun. I don’t like to mess around with guys from work, though and I doubt I could keep my hands to myself with you stripping in front of me.” “Well, I’m just an intern and I doubt I’ll be around after the end of the year. I also like my customers to touch the merchandise” Paul said with a nudge. “What do you have planned this evening? Maybe seven?” Mark looked at him, shaking his head. “He’s bold, that’s for sure” he thought. “I should probably decline, but my cock says yes. I usually listen to it when I shouldn’t and it always gets me into trouble. I think seven is good. I’ll text Eric and see.” “I like trouble” Paul said as they got up and walked back to work. Sitting at his desk, Mark wondered what he just got himself into, but texted Eric anyway. “hottie from work wants to show us his new stripping routine. u up for it? 7pm” and he hit send. A minute later Eric replied “What? u sure u want to bang a guy from work?” “not sure it will go that far, but I do. U in?” Mark replied right away. “ya. It’s hump day and I’m gonna dick someone tonite ;)” was Eric’s response. Mark gave Paul his number and address and decided 7:30-8 PM would be a better time. The rest of the afternoon went quick and as Mark was about to leave for the day to get home and clean up, his phone rang. It was Joe and he answered “Hey, Joe, how are you feeling?” as he walked out to his car and started driving home. “Still dragging a bit, but a lot better than I was at the end of last week” Joe replied. “Good to hear. How is everyone else doing?” Mark asked. “Kyle and Steven are doing better too. Kyle hit classes on Monday and Steven and I were back Tueday.” “How’s Dennis?” Mark then asked. “He hasn’t gotten sick yet, but he keeps getting loaded from Tony, Derrick and Luis.” “He must have a really good immune system then!” Mark said laughing. “The four of us went to get tested today. Do you think its too early?” Joe asked. “Cool. Where did you go - the university clinic? I would think that a blood test it would show it, but you never know. I did mine a couple weeks after I recovered from the flu. Did they say when the results would be ready?” Mark inquired. “Fuck no, the university clinic hates fags. The only time I went there they told me I was going to burn in hell for being gay. We went to the Jones clinic. Most everyone that works there is gay. We have to go back Friday to get the results. There were a lot of people there today. I’ve never seen it that busy. There was this one kid there that looked like he was still in high school, scared shitless. Kinda cute, skinny with bleached hair and some colored streaks in it and big plugs in his ears. Bet he would be a fun fuck. Dennis was hitting on him pretty hard” Joe said. Mark’s mind raced as he heard Joe describe the guy. “Oh fuck. Uh, did you catch his name?” “Who, the kid Dennis liked? Uh, yeah. Oren or Aaron. Something like that. Why?” “FUCK! Uh, it sounds like the guy from the car rental place. I nailed him. Twice” was Mark’s response. “You what? Is he even legal? Does he know you’re poz?” “Yeah, he’s legal. Nineteen. He hit on me and I fucked him in the bathroom when I picked up the car and then again when I dropped the car off. And no, he doesn’t know I’m poz. He called this weekend all freaked out. He was sick and some guy who fucked him last week told him he was giving him AIDS. I sent him to the same clinic you guys went to” explained Mark. “Damn, bro. That’s twisted. Why did he call you?” “I don’t know. He said I was the only one he could talk to. He’s not really out and has just started getting fucked. If he has any gay friends, they are probably just as clueless as he is” Mark said and then continued “Listen, tell the other guys you gotta keep the chasing and gifting quiet with him. And me being poz, too. If you can, help him out. He’s a good guy. He just needs someone to guide him. I fucked up on that part and thought with my dick.” “OK, bro. I’ll let em know.” Joe said, rolling his eyes. “Let me know what the tests say. You might have earned your other tattoo” Mark said. “Oh yeah, I forgot to thank you for that. Thad told me about it at my last session. I’m trying to figure out what to do and where to put it. I’ve seen some hot pics on the internet and have a few ideas. I’ll text you on Friday morning when I find out the results” Joe said. “You’re welcome. Talk to you soon. Bye” said Mark and he hung up, sitting in the parking spot at his apartment. Mark got out of the car and shook his head. “How fucked up is this?” he thought as he entered the apartment. Eric was in the shower and Mark just stood there watching him through the steamy glass, rubbing his crotch. He started to take his clothes off and his phone rang again. “Fuck, who is it now?” Mark mumbled to himself. Picking up the phone he saw it was Aaron and he answered it “Hello?” “Hello sir, er, uh, Mark” Aaron responded. “Hey, did you go to the clinic and see a doctor?” Mark asked, pretending not to know. Mark could hear Aaron sobbing again before he replied “Yeah, I drove up there and saw the doctor. They took four vials of blood to test and the doctor checked me out. He even stuck a swab up my dick and fingered my hole.” “Sounds like a fun date” Mark joked before turning more serious “When did they tell you they would have the results ready?” “I have to go back Friday morning. I don’t know if I can make it until then. I’ve already thrown up twice since then from nerves.” “Aaron, relax. There’s nothing you can do at this point other than wait, so just go to work, hit the gym, watch porn or what ever you normally do and don’t dwell on what the results are going to be. Just deal with it when you actually know something” Mark said trying to comfort him a bit. Mark recalled his talk with Joe earlier and decided he should see if Aaron remembered Joe and his friends. “Was the clinic ok? Did they treat you well? Obviously they ask a lot of personal questions, but I hope they made you feel like you could trust them.” “Yeah, everyone was really nice. Even some of the other patients were friendly and tried to cheer me up. One guy even gave me his number. I’m not sure if he really wanted me to call him just to talk or whether he just wanted to fuck. He was really hot, but I don’t feel like ever having sex again. His friends were really cool too. But I feel like everyone was looking at me like ‘you’re a slut and are going to pay for your crazy sex life’” said Aaron. “Aaron, don’t beat yourself up. A LOT of people get an STD sometime in their lives. It’s what happens when you have sex with multiple people. And its natural to have sex with multiple people, especially if you’re gay. Maybe you should to talk to the guy that gave you his number. What was his name?” Mark asked. “Let me find the note. Dennis, I think” Aaron replied, fishing the scrap of paper out of his pocket. “Yeah, Dennis.” “You dog” thought Mark with a big grin on his face before asking Aaron “You said he was hot. What did he look like?” Mark figured if he could get Aaron to keep his mind off the tests, he would settle down and let Mark get back to Eric. “He was about six foot tall with reddish hair. He had a beard and a bunch of tattoos. And a smile that melted my heart. But he won’t want to talk to talk to me if I have hiv” Aaron replied. “It takes a lot of guts to give a stranger your number like he did. And you’re just turning away without even giving him a chance. Call him, talk to him for 5 minutes and see where it goes. Maybe he just wants to talk and that would be REALLY good for you right now. It will give you something to do and kill time before Friday morning. I have to go now, but I want you to let me know what happens when you get the results. No matter what the result is, you’re going to be fine. Life may be a bit different, but its still going to go on for a long time.” “Ok, thanks. I’ll be ok, I guess. Bye” Aaron said and hung up. Mark stood up and Eric was looking at him with a confused look. “Becoming a therapist, now?” Eric asked. “Nah, this guy I fucked when I was visiting my brother thinks he got pozzed from a guy last week. He needs some moral support” Mark answered. “Damn, that death stick of yours really gets around. You think you pozzed him?” Eric asked with a sly grin. “Probably.” Mark jumped in the shower and cleaned himself off and changed into shorts and a tank top and slid into some sandals just as there was a knock at the door.

I just got back from a couple of days in Amsterdam. It's been awhile since I've been there, so I wanted to catch up with one of my fuck buddies. He was able to meet me at his flat around 3pm. He's a 45 year old, buff, Italian guy living in Amsterdam. We stripped and he sat on his sofa. I got on my knees and worshiped his large, uncut cock, licked his smooth balls and licked his asshole. He reached for my mantits and punched and twisted my nipples. That makes me go wild. Finally, I climbed onto the sofa, putting my ass in the air. I took some drags on my poppers and he slid his 7", thick, rock hard cock up into me. He's a great top. He pounds deep until he gets close to cumming, then pulls out for a second, before slamming back into me. He repeats this over and over for about 20 mins. Finally, he can hold out no longer. He says, "I gotta cum. I can't fuckin' wait". He now really is slamming into me. He's leaning forward and squeezing my tits as he's fucking me. He lets out a loud groan and slams into me. "Ah.....FUCK!" he says as his cock fills my ass with his load. He pulls from me. we both collapse on the sofa and kiss for a few minutes as we catch our breaths. As we're dressing, we both discuss the possibility of trying to arrange a tag fuck for me when we meet again in a few weeks. I walk back to the Tram and head back towards Centraal Station and to my hotel in Centre City. I decide to get off the Tram just before Centraal Station and go to William Higgins Sex Shop. I pay my 10 Euros and climb the steep, narrow staircase up to the video cabins. It's now about 4:30pm. The cabins are empty. So I go down the back, steep, spiral staircase to the main floor where there are two more cabins and the movie theatre. All the cabins at William Higgins have glory holes. The movie room has two small leather sofas. And a wall with 3 glory holes alongside the sofas. One of the cabins is occupied. I peek into the g/h. There's an older guy in the booth. He's early 60's but very fit and muscular. His cock is out and he's stroking it as he sucks on his cigarette. He's rock hard with a cockring on. Stroking as he watches a straight porn on his screen. I do the finger tap at the g/h. He sees me, but makes no move to put his dick at the hole. I'm frustrated, because his cock looks so delicious. But he doesn't seem interested in me sucking him. He soon stands, pulls up his sweatpants and leaves. I hear him climbing the stairs to the main cabin area. I leave the booth and go down the 4 steps into the theater. It is also empty. I decide to take a seat and watch the bi movie on the screen. I'm hoping that this place will be like the porn places in my home city of Las Vegas, that normally get a late afternoon / after work rush of guys. Within about 10 minutes, that after work rush began. A guy in his late 40's, early 50's came into the theater. He stood in the back of the theater and rubbed his cock. I tried to motion for him to come sit next to me on the sofa, but he didn't move. Finally, I think his eyes adjusted to the dark and he noticed the area to the left of the sofa's that was a small room that had 3 g/h's along it. He moved to the glory hole next to my sofa and put his limp cock through it. The bottom of the wall with the g/h's is thick wood. But the top half of this wall is plexiglass. So the guys in there can see the movie next door. But the room is dark so, I couldn't really see him on the other side. I of course took some drags on my popper and turned to begin sucking on his cock. He hardened and grew to about 6.5" of uncut dick. He loved the attention I was paying to his foreskin. Then he fed his balls through the hole and I licked and sucked his balls. Once I put his cock back into my mouth, it didn't take him long before his cock throbbed and he shot his load in my mouth. As he pulled his cock from my mouth and he left the area. I noticed another guy had entered the theater and was standing on the landing at the top of the 4 steps that separated the theater from the 2 cabins above. As the guy that I just sucked walked up the steps and left, the other guy came down the steps and sat next to me on the sofa. He unzipped his pants and pulled them, along with his briefs to the floor. I climbed down onto the dirty, concrete floor and began to suck on his already hard cock. He had close to 8"s, was really thick. Uncut as are most Dutch cocks. I do love those hung, thick, uncut Dutch guys. His cock bent upwards and with the size, shape and thickness, I found it difficult to get much of it in my throat. But I worked on him as best I could. I licked up and down his hard shaft. I licked and sucked his balls. And I licked his asshole a bit. Then he leaned forward and rubbed my ass. Great! I knew he wanted to fuck. I pulled my small bottle of lube from my pants. Got my poppers. Stood, pulled my pants off and rolled them and my underwear in a ball and used them as a pillow. I climbed up on the sofa and put my ass up on the edge of the sofa. He had climbed off and I handed him the lube as I took some drags on the poppers. He lubed up his cock and he asked for the poppers. As he's sniffing, I feel him putting his thick monster cock to my ass. He hands the poppers back to me and I sniff again as his cock slides up into me. He swats my ass as he begins to pump. He's been fucking me for just a few minutes when another guy comes into the theatre. This guy comes down the stairs and walks over to us. He's in his early 60's. A bit heavy and not attractive at all. But he stands at my head and pulls out an 8", thick, uncut, Dutch dick. He slaps it on my cheeks. I turn my face and open my mouth. He slaps it on my lips and tongue. I want to suck him, but he just seems interested in slapping me with it and jacking off. The guy fucking me is doing a great job. He keeps slapping my ass and calling me a faggot, whore as the other guy jacks off and slaps my face with his cock. The masterbater cums quickly. He sprays my face, goatee and hair with his load. He quickly zips up and leaves. The sight of the other guy spraying me with cum must have tipped the scale for the guy fucking me. He now groans and puts load #2 into my raw cunt. He pulls out, pulls up his pants and leaves. I dress and decide to go up stairs to the cabins to see if anyone else has arrived. Sure enough, it looks like the after work crowd has shown up. There are two side by side booths occupied. I go into the booth next to them and can see a young, attractive kid in his 20's, sucking on a giant, rock hard, thick cock through the opposite g/h. He's also sniffing poppers and feasting on this massive cock. I'm of course envious. Wish it was my mouth on that monster. But, I'm enjoying the live show. The young guy now stands. Pulls his pants down and turns. He spits on his fingers and lubes up his ass. Then he backs onto the massive cock. Taking it up inside his ass. He's now rocking away on this big dick. I hear the booth door on the other side of me open and close. I turn to peek through that g/h. It's the older guy in the sweatpants again. He again lights a cigarette and stands there. His crotch near the g/h. But he doesn't pull his sweatpants down. I take a chance and reach my arm through the large g/h. I feel his crotch. He's not hard. But he makes no effort to move away or move my hand. I rub his crotch and feel his cock harden. He seems to be enjoying me rubbing his cock through the sweatpants. Soon, he's fully hard again. Then he turns, so that his ass is near the hole. I rub his ass cheeks and his crack. Then I reach through the waistband of his sweatpants and slip my finger to his asscrack. I can't get my finger into it. But he likes my massaging his hole. He's moaning a bit. Then he pulls his sweats down and turns his cock back to the hole. He steps up to the hole and slides his cock through. I go to work on his 6", cut, rock hard cock. I can taste him leaking precum as I roll my tongue around his mushroomed cockhead. He seems to get close to cumming, then pulls from me. He repeats this several times. Then he pulls from me again and steps away from the hole. I really want his cock and cum. The hole in this booth is extra large. I reach through it to grab his cock. I can still see through it. I stroke his cock. And soon see cum begin to shoot from his cock. He pushes my hand away and as I pull my arm back, he steps back to the hole. I take his cock in my mouth and feel and taste more cum shoot into my mouth. He then pulls back and strokes hard and fast on his cock. He must have been edging for so long, that he was ready to shoot a couple of loads. Cum again began to drip from his cock and he again put his cock through the hole for me to clean up whatever else oozed from his piss slit. I savored every drop my lips could squeeze from him, before he finally pulled back, pulled up his sweats and settled back onto the seat to light up another cigarette. By now, the two guys in the two booths to my right had finished and left. Another man had entered the cabin next to mine. I looked through the hole to see a man in his early 50's, his pants open, his 7", uncut, semi hard cock in his hand, stroking as he watched str8 porn. I did the "finger tap" at the g/h and he stood and put his cock through the hole. As I sucked him, he quickly grew to full hardness. I sucked on him for about 5 minutes. He was oozing delicious, sweet precum like crazy. Then he turned and put his ass up to the hole. He spread his ass and backed up. I began to lick and eat his hole. He was fuckin' LOVING IT! He was groaning, swearing (in Dutch, so I have no idea what he was saying. But, he was obviously enjoying it). Then he turned and fed me his cock again. I then stood, pulled off my pants and briefs. lubed my ass with some spit, turned and put my ass to the hole. He was game and as I backed up against the hole and took some drags of poppers, he pressed his cock against my hole. I spread my asscheeks and relaxed my hole as I felt him sliding up into me. He must have been turned on, because it didn't take him very long. Perhaps 3 minutes of fucking, before I heard him moaning loudly and slamming against the wall as he filled my ass with load #3. Once he had cum in me, I pulled up my pants and left the store. It had turned into a nice afternoon of cocksucking, ass eating and fucking.

CHAPTER II I watched the screen and could see David and the bear guy enter the spare bedroom, this was the room where we took any guys we brought home, never into our room and only very rare would one or us not make it to the bedroom for fear of the awkwardness the morning after David was down on his knees helping the bear to remove his belt and jeans while at the same time had removed his own jock and was balls naked now. The bear had a beautiful hairy chest, was sporting a beard and going slightly bald on top. His cock hung low under his belly and David was lapping it up with his tongue and the pleasure on the bears face said it all... My husband was doing his best and sucking cock like his life depended on it. They moved onto the bed where David presented his hairless, shaved and perfect bubble butt, a dream sight for any man but for a chub man like myself or anyone in my position to see that in front of you it's like all your Christmases come together. The bear wasted no time and dove straight in with his tongue; I could see the beard was turning on David even more as he was grabbing the bedsheets while moaning and telling the bear how good it felt. The bear responded in kind and just went deeper, he stretched Davids hole even more to get his tongue deep deep up his boicunt and it was working, David was in heaven. Eventually, after a good solid 30 minutes of eating my husband out the bear came up for air and David collapsed down onto the bed and was panting but doing a little twerk to show the bear he wanted to keep going. The bear was now rock hard and his cock was thick with a decent bush surrounding it and carried low hanging balls. He positioned himself over Davids ass and spread his ass cheeks wide and spat into his hole. Using a little spit then he rubbed his cock and without any hesitation ploughed into Davids cunt. David screamed out "Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, we need lube" but the bear used his weight and held David down and started to hump him and fuck him dry... I could see David struggle to take the thick cock without lube but the bear needed his release and wasn't going to let this moment pass. After about 10 minutes of good solid hard fucking the bear pulled out and slapped David on the ass "Get the fucking lube so before we go any further bitch" Turned out this bear liked it rough and liked to be in charge! I watched over the next 2 hours as the bear seeded my husband on two separate occasions and I shot my load once in that time. I eventually fell asleep on my couch in my study, with my cock in my hand and the recording of my husband having sex with a stranger on the TV screen. I was woken by the feeling of my cock being sucked and opened my eyes to see David where he belonged, on his knees, welcoming my home. He was freshly showered, our home was back to the way it was when I left, everything in it's place and he was encouraging me to come to bed. The jet lag from the flight from the USA had kicked in and I needed a proper sleep. We kissed passionately and headed into our room where I proceeded to undress and watch as David climbed into bed ahead of me and present his hole for my pleasure. Between the wake up blowjob and the memory of what I had watched already I was rock hard. My beer can thick cock was solid so I grabbed our lube, smeared some on my cock head, onto Davids hole, grabbed his hips and slid right into my husbands well worn mancunt. This was what I needed, a good fuck and release... I pumped the love of my life for about 20 minutes and could feel the cum churning in my balls... I gave David notice that it was time and he pushed his hole back onto my cock as far as we could and I let loose. Wad and wad of hot steamy cum shot up my husbands hole as we both moaned in pure enjoyment. David shouted out who he could feel my cum shooting inside him and as the last of my load emptied into him I leaned in and kissed his neck and back and told him how much I loved him. We lay down and spooned and I fell asleep; David was due to fly to France that night so I decided I'd get myself some overnight company in the form of a twink... more about that to come!

Took 5 last night. First up was an older white guy I’ve been hooking up with periodically for a few years. He’s an ass man. Loves to eat my smooth hole before he breeds it with his 7” cut cock. He always fucks me in his kitchen, lol. Before that even happened, I was messaged on A4A by another FB, and I told him it’d be an hour before I could get there. I didn’t tell him, but I wanted to get that first load before his and here’s why. He’s about 27, skinny as a rail African American with an honest to God 10.5” uncut cock that I need to work up to taking. Now this guy has fucked me in a variety of places over the last 5 years including his progression of low rent apartments, the back of my SUV, separate times in his workplace (a barber school and a college maintenance office), and in a park. This time, he told me about an empty house in his neighborhood which immediately got me boned. I get there and he leads me across the street to the basement of an abandoned house. On the cement floor of this unfinished basement is a dirty old mattress upon which I assume the position and popper up. He’s not much for foreplay so he sidles up behind me and starts working that long black cock into my pre lubed (with Rear Entry) hole. He’s as hard as a steel pipe and fucks me for about 15 minutes before sighing, grabbing me around the neck and realeasing a hot torrent of spunk into my loose cunt. I’m not kidding, every time he breeds me it feels like molten lava flowing into my body, I’ve never experienced with anyone else. I say thanks and wobble back to my car, lol I’m still not unhorny yet so I decide to swing by the cruisy back parking lot of the sleazy gay bar here in town where I relieved a Latin man with a 7” uncut cock, and a married white guy with a 7.5x6 hole plugger of their cream, both in my ass, both in the woods. To say I’m well lubricated is an understatement. So I get back in my car and there’s ANOTHER message from my BBC FB saying he’s STILL horny and wants to give me another railing. So of course I drive back over there where he fucks me in the same old wreck of a house, on that same dirty mattress, but this time his cock is legit harder than previously or EVER. Again with the liquid fire being shot deep into my butt guts. WHEW what a night

So I did it. I filmed a porn. It was for Victor Cody and I have no idea in what capacity it is going to be used---website, video, etc. But I did it. It was with Cesar Xes, Ray Dalton, Sterling Johnson, and 2 others whose porn names I don't know. So there. It's not quite Treasure Island yet, but I'm on my way.

Part 24 It became clear that Thomas knew what he had gotten himself into as he began to beg to be 'knocked up' and for 'poz cum'. As people started to leave and Thomas was left with the twins and Steve he openly admitted that he had been looking to get pozzed so that he could be free to take any cock and load offered him and possibly poz a few neg asses along the way. This news got Steve thinking and as he looked and the fit, 18 year old asked him if he'd like ti work for him. Thomas didn't hesitate and answered yes without knowing any details. Thomas had a dark side from reading stories on Breeding Zone. He then asked Steve, "What would you want me to do for you?" Steve told him that there were many facets to his business from performing like the twins to being paid to have sex with someone. Thomas began to get hard while Steve went into detail on the money he could make starting with getting paid for his pozzing video that would be privately sold. Noticing Thomas's growing hard cock Steve asked him if he'd like to 'do something with his tool?' Thomas said he wanted to fuck the twin who had watched him fuck his brother. He added that he already gave his brother 3 neg loads and feels he should give his last few to his twin. Thomas had a talent of cumming without the bottom ever knowing it, especially when he's smoked some Tina. The twin in question took Thomas's place in the sling and before he knew it he took 4 loads from the soon to be poz friend. The fourth load was known since it was the largest and strongest orgasm. Thomas was eager to start working for Steve, but was told he could only start working after he had the 'fuck flu'. Thomas understood this and asked what the odds were that the bug took during his getting fucked by so many different guys. Steve told him that the odds were even money considering the rigs used to slam him with were dirty point from poz guys. Sure enough Thomas came down with the 'fuck flu' 10 days later. The first weekend after his recovery Steve had arranged a light schedule of clients and Thomas began his work. Some of the clients he met with wanted to show him off, some wanted to just party and fuck. During this time Thomas kept priming the pump (as he called it) with his nerdy roommate who he knew to be a closeted fag. Troy was his name and he was from a small farming town. Through the talks he had with the shy kid, he knew him to be a virgin. Troy asked a lot of question about gay sax and Thomas could see his little dick get hard as they talked. Thomas thought he's make a good cum dump working for Steve. He took the idea, along with a few pictures he took of his 5'6", 110 pound, brown hair and eyes, slim roommate for Steve to look over. Steve knew that with the right atmosphere and chemical enhancements Troy could easily be turned into the whore he was meant to be. Thomas made one request to Steve, he wanted to be the one to take his roommate cherry and give him his first taste of cock. Steve agreed and with his monthly party coming up the next weekend figured that would be the perfect time for this boy conversion of questioning, neg virgin to poz, cum dump whore. He supplied Thomas with GHB to dose his roommate with before they would leave for the party. All week Thomas started to tell Troy about this exclusive party he was invited too this weekend and that he was allowed to bring one person and he wanted to bring Troy. Troy felt special since he was going to his first real college party and an exclusive party. The night of the party Thomas suggested that they have a drink together before heading over to the party. As they walked across campus Thomas could tell the G was already starting to work on Troy so that when they arrived at Steve's Troy didn't really notice that there were no girls attending. The naked guys swimming didn't even seem to bother the G'ed out Troy, in fact he openly stared at the naked bodies before him, Thomas noticed his roommate gawking at the naked party goers and asked him, "See anything you like?" This made Troy blush and gave Thomas the opening he was looking for as he leaned in and gave his roommate his first real kiss. Troy seemed to naturally accept his roommate's kiss. Thomas made sure to introduce Troy to Steve, Matt and Bam Bam, before escorting Troy to a designated area where he could start to push Troy's buttons and start his journey to becoming Steve whore. The area was semi private with night vision cameras to record all the details. The two kissed again once they were in this secluded spot, this time the kiss was more passionate as Thomas slipped his tongue inside his roommate's mouth causing him to moan. Thomas knew he had to make this 'first time' for Troy one he would never forget. In fact it would be a feeling the soon to be whore would chase again and again as he would try to please any man he was going to be with after that night. As the long, passionate kiss ended Thomas whispered to Troy that with all the talking the two has done that he knew exactly what he needed and that they'd take it as slow r as fast as Troy wanted. Troy nodded in agreement as he leaned in for another kiss. This time as they kissed Thomas began to slowly undress his (now willing) roommate. Soon enough Troy followed his roommate's lead and worked to get his clothes off. In short time both were naked. Thomas first give Troy's 6" cock a light stroke before he made a quick move to give him his first rim job. As he keeled behind the naked roomy he dove in between his hairless ass as he began to lick the outside of his freshly washed hole. Thomas could still smell the faint hint of Ivory soap as he worked his tongue around and eventually into Troy's virgin hole moaning at the new found sensation he was experiencing. In Troy's slightly, bent over position he couldn't help but look between his legs and clearly see in the dim light Thomas's 8", hard, drooling cock bouncing with his heart beat. With the G releasing his inner desires he couldn't help himself as he asked, "Your dick looks so good, can I please suck it? I want to suck my first dick." Not wanting to disappoint, Thomas Stood up knowing (from his personal experience) that a good whore gets on his knees to suck cock. As he applied a little pressure to Troy's shoulders getting him to lower to his knees he let him know, "Of course you can suck my cock." As Troy assumed his new position on his knees Thomas let him know as he grabbed himself, "This is a cock, not a dick, if you want to suck my cock, do it right and please me, you'll need to follow my directions, understand?" Troy looked up and answered a simple "Yes." Thomas began to instruct Troy in the art of sucking cock. He first had Troy show his cock love with his tongue before having him take the head into his mouth. Troy was eager to please as he followed everything he was told. Troy was a little hesitant when it came time to take his roommate's cock into his throat. Thomas simply looked down at him and he knew his place and that if he was going to be good at sucking cock he'd have to learn to deep throat a cock. Thomas told him to breath in through his nose as he lowered himself onto his cock and to relax his throat as the tip reached the back of his mouth. Once his cock was there ready to enter he was to breath his cock into his throat. With Thomas's hand on the back of his head he had little choice as he felt his head being pushed down and the cock he was sucking slowly snaking its way down his throat. He did his best to follow the directions he was given. Just as he thought he was going to puke or pass out due to the lack of air, the hand on his head let up and he was able to slowly pull back. Thomas let Troy know that he did well for his first deep throating and asked if he was up to try again. As if sucking cock and deep throating was becoming natural to Troy (and it was) he bobbed up and down 2 times before burying his nose in his roommate's pubs. Troy repeated this a couple more times to Thomas's amazement and bring him close to feeding Troy his pos cum. Of course he had better plans for his poz seed. He pulled Troy off his cock as he lowered himself so that the two could kiss some more. While the two kissed Thomas asked, "Are you liking what were doing so far?" Troy answered with a "Yes" to which he was told, "Stand up and turn around, I was to eat that ass some more. Get you ready to lose that virginity you told me about." Troy had an idea where this was going and stood up and turned giving Thomas access to his ass. It was now time to get Troy's hole ready to be 'seeded'. Thomas had a small bottle of warming lube (warmed from the Tina mixed into it) along with a nice shard of Tina. He figured he'd tell the dumb farm kid as he started to lube his hole after a good rimming that he was 'opening' him up in preparation for his thick cock. Again Troy couldn't help himself as he began to moan while Thomas began to work his tongue around and then inside Troy's neg ass. Thomas again asked his roommate if he was enjoying himself. At first troy nodded yes, but then added, "OH FUCK! Take me, give me what you know I need. You know I want it all." Was Troy asking to not just be fucked, but to be pozzed? In the small farming community where Troy grew up it was very religious. It was so religious they never taught sex education in school. There was no information provided on safe sex, the use of condoms or HIV. Thomas knew all this and why Troy was ripe for the 'picking' (or pozzing in this case). Thomas knew it was time to 'lube' the neg boy up and start getting his ass hungrier for his cock. He alternated between tongue and finger as he let Troy know, "I'm going to start getting you ready for what you really need." Troy again could only nod in agreement as he felt the transition from tongue to fingers. The first bit of tainted lube pushed in by a single finger into his tight hole made Troy gasp. It was followed by a little more lube and a second finger as Thomas slowly worked his fingers stretching and tearing at the walls getting them ready for his seed to be planted. A low moan was still escaping through Troy's lips as more lube was added along with a third finger. When Thomas pulled his three fingers from Troy's hole he marveled at how his hole seemed to stay open a few seconds as if it was asking for something more. Thomas knew exactly what it was asking for and knew it was time to booty bump the unsuspecting roommate. Thomas took the Tina shard with some more lube and slipped it inside as he let Troy know he was almost ready after he stretched him open some more. With his three fingers he pushed the shard in as far as it would go and then began to flex his fingers so that Troy would think the slight burn was from having his hole stretched open to accommodate the poz spike that was ready to breed him. Troy's ass began to respond as the shard inside him was almost completely melted. He began to grind his ass backwards onto Thomas's hand trying to get more inside. Thomas knew he was more than ready as he stood up behind his roommate, wrapped his arms around his body, positioned his cock at the entrance to his neg ass and slowly applied pressure trying to breach the outer ring. What surprised him was Troy pushing back and trying to impale himself onto his cock. As his cock head popped inside Troy let out a decent moan that was sure to be heard by anyone around the corner at the party. Both of them held still as Thomas first kissed Troy on neck before whispering, "Breathe in and just stay still, breathe in and relax, let your hole get accustomed to having a cock inside." The two were frozen still. As much as Thomas wanted to just go ahead and plow on in and fuck he knew that he needed to let Troy enjoy his first fuck, to learn the pleasure his ass would give others as well as the pleasure it would bring him when he let anyone fuck him. As the two stood there Thomas could feel Troy's hole start to relax and open up as it accepted his hard cock. He was already heavily leaking precum as he asked Troy, "How are you doing bro? Are you ready for some more of my cock in your hole?" Troy not only nodded he began to push back as Thomas took the cue and slowly pushed forward. Troy couldn't understand how all of a sudden he felt this hunger inside his ass that could only be satisfied by being filled by a dick, no not a dick, a cock. As he continued to moan he turned his head a little and asked Thomas, "Push it all in. Please push your cock all the way inside me. Make me yours." Thomas replied, "Only if your sure." About a third of his cock remained to be pushed inside as Troy nodded yes and added "I'm sure." Thomas first gave Troy a kiss on his neck. He didn't need to be asked again. With the position Troy was in and the hold he had on his body gave him the ability to thrust forward sinking his cock balls deep and eliciting a yelp (that was definitely heard by the party guests) followed by a satisfying moan. Thomas held still allowing Troy to get used to his thick, 8" cock before he st about slowly pistoning in and out of the former virgin. It took about 10 minutes for Thomas to give Troy his first poz load. The next load took a little longer. Troy continued to moan as Thomas began to fuck him making Thomas wonder if this was just cause it is his first time getting fucked or would he do this with anyone who fucked him as a whore. Thomas made sure that Troy was enjoying his fucking, although he figured he must be since he was pushing back to meet his inward thrusts. Thomas said, "I can tell your enjoying my cock inside you." Troy replied, "Yes I am. Are you enjoying having your big, thick cock inside me?" Thomas gave a nice hard thrust as he was close to delivering his second load and answered, "What does that tell you" while giving Troy a couple more hard thrusts eliciting the former virgin to moan with each one. Troy then asked, "Fuck me like you know I need to be fucked. Give it all to me. I want to feel you explode inside me." He had no idea what he had just asked for and Thomas wasn't going to let him down as he moved his arms from around Troy's body to placing his hands on Troy's hips as he began to power fuck his roommate. He delivered 2 more loads without Troys knowledge before his cum dump said, "Your cock feels so hard, so big inside me. It feels so good to have your cock inside me. Fuck, I need your cum inside me making me yours." The cum already inside Troy had him marked. The drugs he has already had, and soon to have more, will cement his brain to chase this feeling again and again with every man he is paid to service. Thomas was really pounding into Troy. He asked his fuck toy, "Are you sure you're ready for me to breed your ass?" Troy nearly shouted, "Yes, fuck yes, breed me!" That was enough to send Thomas over the edge as he slammed into Troy deeper than he had past the deep internal ring) and shot his biggest load. As the two were recovering from their fuck Thomas noticed a figure in the shadows. He knew it was Steve.

Long time lurker, first time poster. I’m a beefy 34 year old smooth man, I have a muscular ass from years of squats and deadlifting, and I have a thick 7” cock. A few weeks ago I made time to go to Club Pittsburgh during the day. I have been there a number of time before, but usually just sucked some cocks and fucked some bottoms. But this time I was feeling extra piggy. I had recently scored some double Scorpio poppers and was eager to try them for the first time at the club. I went in and did my usual routine, except this time I got a room. I had never done this before so this was new and exciting in and of its self. So I went up stairs to the third floor, found my room and then went to clean out and soak in the jacuzzi. On the way to the jacuzzi with nothing on I ran into a muscular man with a towel. He grabbed my ass as I walked by and I turned and winked. Unfortunately he kept walking. After a solo soak of about thirty mins I went back to my room and got some oil put to massage my ass and make it glisten, then I turned off the lights opened the door and layer belly down on the bed and waited. I was almost asleep when I felt a cock press up against my lips. I opened my eyes and an older daddy was there with a nod, I swallowed his cock and felt it engorge itself in my warm wet mouth. I kept sucking and stopped once to take a hit of my new poppers. What the actual FUCK?!?! I took a usual seven second double nostril hit and felt my whole body envelop in a warm rush. I haven’t had poppers like that in a long time. I went back to worshiping this guys cock and soon I had him pulling out and leaving me wanting his load. No sooner had he left than another guy walked in, this time I hit the poppers hard and started on his cock. Sometime during this sucking I got into position on all fours, little did I know someone was watching and waiting and nearly instantly after assuming the position I had a thick mushroom head pushing against my hungry hole. I usually make my tips wear a rubber, but I was so lost in the heat of the poppers I backed up on his cock and started riding it on all fours while I got a Fock shoved down my throat. After a few mins I felt my mystery top put his hands on my hips and thrust slower and longer. Next thing I know he is grunting and I feel a warmth spreading in my ass. Did I just get bred? OMG! It felt so good! I turned over my shoulder to see who it was and yet was a complete stranger. For a minute I was hoping it wa the man with the towel from earlier. Soon after I cleaned up and went home. But I plan on coming back to get more loads. Now that I felt it once I need it again!

K, so, I recently moved in with my cuzin and her kid a couple weeks ago...since then...I've had to get my lazy ass up every morning, early as fuck, to take her to work and take little Jacob (aka Jacob Jr. or "JJ") to his dad's...long story short...JJ's dad's loaded me up a couple times...most recently, this morning lol....oh and did I mention JJ's dad has another gf lol. So, it all started last week on Tuesday...like usual I dropped off my cuzin at work and took JJ to his dads. Well, when I got to JJ's dads place JJ was asleep so I carried him into his dad's room and laid him on the bed...but of course as soon as I laid him down he kinda woke up and started crying...so I laid there for a minute to put him back to sleep (btw JJ is 4yo lol). Once he fell back to sleep I got up real slow and started to walk out of the room...that's when JJ's dad stood in the doorway with an obvious semi hard on lol and wouldn't let me pass. Nothing like creepy or anything just like kinda blocked the door way to where I kinda had to scoot past him in a way that he rubbed against me lol..... ok so a little back story on JJ's dad (aka Jacob Sr. or Jake)...when he was dating my cuzin I always thought he was so hot...ugh...but truly never thought he liked me cuz he would be an ass to me sometimes...like say stuff about being gay or making gay jokes...shit like that. So I figured he was pretty much straight...although, he did flash his cock to me one time when he was drunk as fuck lol...but so was I, so it was like whatever lol....besides my cuz saw him do it and she sorta laughingly scolded him...you know how that goes....ANYWAY.... so...once I got past him I still had to go get JJ's diaper bag and car seat from the car...so I did that and came back in...this time tho...when I got back in...Jake was pretty much fully hard as fuck lol (oh and yeah...he was high lol)....now...I'd like to say I was like OMG whats wrong with you lol...but come on lol.....so as I was putting the stuff down he asked if I wanted a hit (420) ...I was like fuck it sure...ended up taking a few more hits and got super fucking horny, like I usually do lol.........and like all of a sudden I got up all fast and said omg where's JJ...I went to the room real fast and he was still asleep (LOL I was so high and paranoid LOL)...anyway as I came back into the living room Jake was laying on the couch totally naked and hard as fuck...I sorta giggled and he said you want another hit...so I sat on the floor next to him and he started stroking his cock...omg I wanted it so bad...and without a word I knelt next to the couch, grabbed his cock and started sucking on it...ugh it tasted so good....after a little while he sat up and said come here and lifted me up off the floor....he spit on his hand...rubbed it on his cock...spit again on his hand and rubbed it on and in my hole...and he sat me down on his cock...omg fuck....finally when I was all the way down I started riding it up and down real slow...hearing him moan was soo hot.....so after a few minutes of that he told me to get up and he had me kneel on the couch with my chest against the back of the couch and then fucked me so fucking hard omg damn...like seriously his balls were slapping against my ass so hard....and after about 10min or so he grunted so loud and pushed in me as deep as he could and busted his nut deep in my hole mmmm fuckin omg it felt soo good.... sadly...hes one of those kinda guys that are like ok you need to leave now lol....but whatever...I got what I wanted and so did he....AND...he's had it a few more times since the first time lol...this morning being the last time ....cant wait till his next load mmmm hehe

You said you were gonna do it, and now the dam is broken - sounds like you're hooked and you'll have quite a bit of experience by the time you get to Atlanta I just have 3 cumdump sessions under my belt myself but craving another one SOON, and I know you are too after the first!! Congrats stud - got my cock hard and leaking reading your first time!! such a rush bending over for ANY cock and guys waiting their turn!

Went to my daddy bear's place for my 27th birthday. We started kissing then I sucked his cock, it is very thick and a mouth full then with just spit I road him and he loaded me 3 times. It's been a while since I have bottomed so he opened me up real good.

I have fucked hole my entire adult life...but I don't think I REALLY knew how to do it until I was 35 to 40. Practice...Practice...Practice!

6. Jay I was empty. Rod had pulled his cock out of me. I had barely kept it together when he had been fucking me, and I was learning that the alternative, not being fucked, was even worse. The only thing that made it bearable was that Rod had cum in me. In the heat and passion of getting fucked, I hadn't even noticed him cum. But as I took my first hesitant steps, I could feel his seed slosh within me. It felt good, to have a man like Rod fuck me. It felt even better to have his load inside of me. "I'm sure you can get more," Rod said. "You've got a great ass." "Thanks," I said, a bit embarrassed. I had played around a bit with girls, but somehow, it had never felt quite right. But this, now, this was totally different. It felt natural to have another man's cock in my ass. It felt right. Now that Rod had pulled out of me, I was empty. All I could think about was how to get him back inside of me. It didn't even have to be Rod. I wanted a dick in my hole. Any dick. "It felt good. Really good." "I'm sure it did," Rod said. "You want to join the party?" He motioned to the balcony door. The lights in the hotel room were dim now, but I could make out some of the men inside. There seemed to be more men, some on the couches, some still standing. All of them were wearing less clothes than before. "Sure," I said. I went to where my clothes were piled up. "Don't worry about those," Rod said. "You won't need them. Besides, you look better naked." I blushed, and followed Rod to the door. He hadn't bothered with clothes either. There was an economy of motion with him; no motion was superfluous. It had been the same when he had been fucking me. Every movement had been done with his pleasure in mind; now, in walking, every movement was done with intention. He paused for a moment at the door. "Ready?" he asked. "Of course." Even this close, it was still hard to make out exactly what was happening in the hotel room. Men were standing as to obscure what seemed like important activities going on in the room. "Should I not be?" "No," Rod said. He reached out and grabbed my ass. "You're more than prepared for this." He opened the door. There was a slight rush of air out, and I could feel the warmth against my skin. I inhaled; it was the scent of sweat and masculinity and a new scent, one that I immediately knew as sex and passion. It was like a locker room, crossed with an orgy. My dick responded immediately. "Welcome back," a man said. It took me a moment to recognize him as Aiden. "You're just in time." My head was still swimming in the electrifying scent of the room. I took a moment to survey the room. The lights were dim, and there was a haze in the room. I could smell a bit of weed, but not enough to account for the cloudiness. It made me think of an opium den; there was something dark occurring here, but I didn't know what it was. "Would hate to be late for this party," Rod said. Aiden had crossed over and was standing by me. He took my arm, and guided me deeper into the room. "I want you to meet someone," Aiden said, as he propelled me into the dark room. "He's been working for me for a while now. I think the two of you would get along well." Even if I didn't know where I was going in the dim room, Aiden did. We headed towards one of the far corners of the room. As we walked, looked around. On one of the couches, two of the men I had seen earlier were now naked, their legs spread wide. Two of the younger men were kneeling, their lips wrapped around the older men's cocks, giving them head. As we passed, one of the older men flicked a lighter. The intense blue flame barely illuminated his face as he heated up a glass bowl. But before I could see what happened next, Aiden gently pushed me along. "You'll find out soon enough," he said, in reference to the glass pipe I had seen. It was a little lighter in the corner than the rest of the room. There was a candle sitting on a table there, and it provided enough light to see the two men standing around it. One was a younger man, maybe just a bit older than me, and right about my height. He was wearing little more than underwear and a pair of sneakers. The other was a hulking black man. He was maybe only an inch taller, but he was far more muscular, and between the muscle and a pair of black leather boots, he seemed far bigger. He had on a pair of boxers. "This is Tucker," Aiden said, indicating the smaller white boy. "And this is Jay." "Nice to meet you, Jay," Tucker said. "And this is Damon." "Hey," Damon grunted. "Tucker, Jay is new here. He's just had a chance to get acquainted with Rod." "Heh," Damon snorted. "Acquainted." He knew exactly what Rod and I had done on the patio, and didn't care for Aiden's polite euphemism for our man-on-man fucking. "Maybe you can help him get to know Tina, and then see where she takes you?" "Hell yeah," Damon grunted again. It was hard not to stare at his perfect, dark body. There was hardly an ounce of body fat on him, and every muscle was visible under his taut skin. I glanced down quickly, but it was hard to tell what he was packing with the loose boxer briefs. I remembered my middle school days, where the rumor among the boys had been how hung the black boys at the school across town had been. I wondered if Damon would re-enforce the stereotype. "I can do that," Tucker said. He reached out and ran a hand down my back, coming to rest on one of my ass cheeks. He paused, just enough to remind me who was in control here. "It's gonna be fun," he continued. "Jay is gonna love it so much." I nodded in agreement. "Right on. I'll be back in a bit. Time for me to find some of my own trouble," Aiden said, and soon disappeared into the stand of men in the center of the room. It might have been my imagination, but more of them seemed naked than just a few seconds ago. I tried hard not to stare, but the thoughts of the hard cocks just a glance away were hard to resist. "This is your first time here?" Tucker asked me. I nodded, not wanting to admit just how naive I was. "That's cool. First time for everything. You partied before?" "Party?" I asked. It seemed like a strange to ask. "You know, Tina." He held up a glass pipe with a round bowl at one end. It was filled with small white crystals. It was the same kind of pipe I had seen the guy heat up earlier. "You'll love it," Tucker continued. He held a torch under the bowl; the crystals quickly melted and the bowl filled with a white vapor. "Just inhale, like you would a cigarette or a joint." He demonstrated it, draining the bowl several times. "Shotgun it," Damon said. He moved behind me, pressing his body against mine. His skin was hot, with just enough sweat for it to slide against me. Chills ran down my spine, directly to my dick. "Yeah," Tucker said. He pressed his lips against mine. "Inhale," Damon whispered into my ear. I did and as I did, Tucker exhaled his hit into my lungs. "Hold it," he said. Tucker made sure that I couldn't exhale by keeping his lips against mine. Tucker's tongue probed my mouth, as the shotgun turned into a long kiss. "Hold it," Damon continued. His dick was growing, pressing against my ass, and it felt massive. It was a rush of sensations, as I tried to hold my breath, even as I was desperate to exhale. "Feel it?" Damon asked. I nodded. "Good. Exhale." Tucker released his lips, and I exhaled. It was a thick white cloud that momentarily obscured his face. As I exhaled, I really started to feel it. It was a feeling of freedom and possibility, of happiness and potential. Barriers that I had erected for myself came down, and anything was possible. "Oh fuck," I moaned, and pressed back against Damon. I wanted to feel his dick, regardless of how big it was. I wanted his dick inside me, filling me up, and challenging the limits of my anatomy. "Yeah, you're feeling it," Damon said. "Another one?" I nodded. "Of course he wants more," Tucker said. "It's your turn now." He put the pipe in my mouth. "Let's do this one right," Damon said, and pushed down his boxers. I felt his dick nestle in my ass crack. It was a perfect home for it. "Make it a big one." I was scared of what I was getting myself into. Whatever the drug was in that pipe, it was powerful and quick-acting. I felt the warmth from it fill my entire body and infiltrate my brain. Even as I worried about the effects of the drug, my ass rubbed up against Damon's thick black cock, to get him as stiff as possible. I exhaled the last of the previous hit, to get my lungs as empty as possible for the next one. "Of course it's going to be a big one," Tucker said. "Just wait for the bowl to fill, then inhale slowly. He held the torch under the bowl. This close, it was easy to see the bowl fill with a thick white cloud. I waited, then Tucker nodded. I began to slowly inhale. I expected the smoke to be harsher, more like weed or cigarette smoke. But it was smooth and easy. "Not so fast. Give it time. Savor it," Tucker said. "Lots of time to have fun tonight," Damon said. He wrapped an arm around me, holding me tight. "I want you flying tonight." I kept my eye on the bowl, draining it on a regular basis. Finally, my lungs were full, and I nodded that I was satisfied. "Just a little more," Damon said. I thought my lungs were going to burst, but I did what Damon told me, inhaling two more gulps of the cloud. "Fucking hot," Tucker said. He took the pipe from my mouth and stuck it in his, sucking down on the thick clouds. "Now, hold it," Damon said. One arm was still wrapped around me, holding me. With his other, he put his hand over my mouth, and pinched my nose closed. "Hold it until I tell you." At first, it felt almost safe, to be under the control of a strong black man. But it didn't take long for my body to demand, selfishly, the right to breathe. I tried, but found such a simple thing was being denied. "You can breathe when I want you to," Damon said. "Come on," Tucker said. He exhaled his cloud in my face, taunting me with his ability to breath at his pleasure. "He's new at this." "I know," Damon said. "That's why I'm doing this." I was starting to get frantic, trying to breath, and was squirming in an effort to escape. But Damon's arm held me tight and his hand was unyielding. He leaned in and whispered to me. "Just think what it's going to be like when my cock is inside you." I shivered. His dick was now a steel shaft against my ass. It was hard to tell if he was leaking pre-cum, or if Rod's cum was starting to leak out of me. Either way, his dick was sliding up and down, pressing against my hole, and demanding entrance. The night had suddenly taken a brutally serious turn. Even worse, whatever I was smoking was keeping me from being scared. The shiver was less from fear and more from hungry anticipation. I was struggling, helplessly, for breath, and my cock was throbbing. "Fuck, this is going to be good," Damon whispered, as he finally released his grip on my face. I exhaled, and gasped for breath. "You want another hit?" Tucker asked me. I hadn't yet caught my breath but I wasn't in control of my body any longer. "Yeah," I said, my mouth answering for me. "I do." "Damn boy," Damon said. "You're a natural at this. We're gonna have to play a lot more." He reached down and stroked my dick. I thought I was going to explode as the sensations ricocheted across my body. "Give him what he needs." We repeated the process, every step of it. Tucker inserted the pipe into my mouth and held the torch. I inhaled big gulps of the white cloud, and then Damon put his hand back over my mouth and nose. Even though I knew it was coming and how it would feel, it was still impossible for me to suppress my instincts to fight back against Damon's actions. "Just relax," Damon said. "We're only just beginning." I tried my best, but whatever was in the pipe was making it hard for me to concentrate. My mind was constantly flitting in all sorts of directions, thinking about my throbbing cock, before turning to my hungry, needy hole, and then skittering off back to my dick. The only constant was Damon's strong hand cupped over my mouth and nose, the band around his ring finger pressed against my lip. As black spots started to cloud my vision, Damon relented. "My turn," he said to Tucker, and released his hold on me. I gasped for breath, as Damon took the pipe and torch from Tucker. He made no effort to move away from me; the flame was close enough that I could feel the heat against my cheek, and could hear him inhale the thick drug. "Big clouds, huh," Tucker said. Damon just nodded, focused on the pipe. He handed the pipe back to Tucker; the young man stuck the still-warm stem in his mouth and inhaled as he re-lit the torch. Damon held his hit for a long time before grabbing my jaw, twisting my head around, and exhaling his hit into my mouth. "Hold it, boy," he said. This time, at least, he let me decide when I had had too much. Still, I tried to hold it as long as I could, before exhaling. Damon was still pressed up against me, his dick still nestled in my crack. I found myself involuntarily grinding my ass against him, eager for him to put his penis into my ass. "Yeah, boy, I know you want it now." His body was warm against me, and for a brief moment, I was at peace. But then, his dick twitched and grew, and my hunger for cock returned. "But first, I think you need another chance to suck on the glass pipe As soon as he spoke, Tucker stuck the pipe back in my mouth and held the torch under it. It was still warm, and it didn't take long before it was smoking again. "Make it a big one," Damon said. He continued, somewhat ominously, "You're going to need it." "He can take it," Tucker said. Nevertheless, I did as I was told, and inhaled deeply from the pipe. I was starting to get the hang of it, and this time, I could feel the thick clouds collecting in my lungs. "Fuck, look at him. He's a fucking natural." "I know," Damon said. "You should feel how his hole is trying to gobble up my dick. He's a hungry little faggot." I tensed at the word "Faggot." It had always been the worst of the schoolyard taunts. I had managed to escape it for so long. But now, it was hardly calling me a name. I had kissed another man. I had let him fuck me up the ass. Now, barely ten minutes later, I was all but begging a totally different man to fuck me. It was hard to deny that "faggot" now fit me. He rubbed his cheek against my neck and ear. The stubble on his face was rough, like sandpaper. It was not the soft skin of a woman, but the bristly whiskers of a man, and despite how much had grown in on his cheeks, I knew if I asked, he would say he had shaven that morning. It reminded me how I just barely had scruff on my face, despite not shaving for nearly four weeks now. He was more of a man that I would ever be, and it was an honor to be his faggot. "Big hit for me, faggot boy," Damon said, as I started to slow down on the pipe. "Get your head up in the clouds." I nodded. I wanted to make him happy, and if that entailed sucking down more of this drug, I was more than willing to do it. Even though I thought I had filled my lungs full, I drained the bowl a few more times. "That's good, Damon said, just as my lungs reached their ultimate capacity. "This is going to be really good." "His first time is going to be one to remember," Tucker said. He took the pipe out of my mouth, and Damon immediately put his hand back over my mouth and nose. This time, his ring pressed against my lips. As the hit of the drugs started to wrap its influence around my brain, my mind once more jumped to wild thoughts and conclusions. I wondered if he was married, and if he was married, whether it was to a man or a woman. Damon must have been reading my mind. "Yeah," he said. "Feel that against your lips?" I nodded. "Yeah, that's my wedding ring. But you know why I come here?" I shook my head. I barely knew what "here" was. much less why these men had come together. "Love my wife. She's amazing. But you know, she isn't into all the things I like." I nodded; it was hard to follow the exact words, the air I needed to think had been displaced by the drugs. "And boys like you, well, boys like you let me do anything I fucking want." "Umpph," I managed to grunt, but only the slightest but of the cloud escaped. I had no prayer of getting more air, and I felt my strength gently sap away. Nevertheless, I wasted valuable energy rubbing my ass up against his cock. Damon's dick was thick and hard, warm with the blood flowing through it. I wanted to feel it inside me. I wanted to milk it dry, and get his load. "Oh yeah," Tucker said. He had just done his own hit, and his words were formed from clouds. "Stop teasing him and fuck him." "Ready for it?" Damon asked. He nodded my head up and down for me. "I knew you were." Tucker was fading out of my vision as I struggled against his grip. I didn't know what I wanted: to give in to the faggot that had been hiding deep inside me all those years? or to escape, and pretend that I hadn't seen who I really was. It was good that Damon was making these decisions for me. He could give me what I needed. "Of course he is," Tucker said. A part of me knew he was standing right in front of me, but I couldn't see him. I couldn't see anything beyond a few blurs, as the drugs took over. Damon's cockhead was now pressed against my hole. "Give it to him." Damon pressed into me. His hand over my mouth was perfect for the leverage he needed to press his manhood into my hole. I was glad that Rod had fucked me earlier; if Rod was just merely large, Damon's shaft was massive; at least an inch thicker around, and several inches longer. Damon didn't give me any chance to adjust, and just pressed himself all the way into me. "Oh fuck, faggot," Damon grunted. "That's the raw hole I need. Fuck you good, and give you my babies." I was impaled on his cock. He slammed in and out of me, each stroke reminding me how I was little more than a fuck-toy for the black man. He still had his hand over my mouth, and it was getting far harder to concentrate. I had already closed my eyes; looking just felt too hard. All that I focused on was Damon's dick, forcing its way into me. "Oh damn! You've got a load up there. Fucking nasty boy." "You better let the boy breathe," Tucker said. In the drug-filled haze, I wondered what would happen if Damon refused. Consciousness was already draining away from me and I didn't know how long I would be able to hold out. But, Damon had one small mercy, and released his grip on my nose. I exhaled as quickly as I could, the thick cloud enveloping my head. I quickly inhaled, terrified that Damon would take away the small privilege of breath away from me again. "Awww. But it feels so good. The way the faggot relaxes his hole. No resistance. Just pleasure." "For you," Tucker said. "What?" Damon sneered. "You think I'm worried about the whore? That's what he's here for. For me to use." "You don't want to break him." "I dunno. You remember last time." Tucker winced. He was remembering something, something he didn't want to remember. I wondered what that memory was. "I do. And I told you can't do it again." "To you," Damon said. His cock was sliding, long, agonizing strokes in and out of me. I was glad that Rod had cum in me; the lubrication from the cum was desperately needed. "I didn't say anything about our tweaker whore here." With that, he slapped my ass. It stung; the last time I had been spanked was when I was six, over twelve years ago. But this time, it wasn't about being a bad boy. It was about being a good boy. About making Damon feel good. Making him feel like a man. Making him feel like he could do anything he wanted. I wanted him to feel good, because that was the way I was going to get his load. Tucker leaned in towards me. "I know that face," he said, as he pressed his lips against mine. His tongue pressed into my mouth. It was far too easy to respond to his kiss. I relaxed. Damon had the experience to know what was coming next, and pushed his steel shaft even further into my body. "You head is way in the clouds," Tucker said. "It's a dangerous place to be." "It's the only place for him," Damon said. "I want to see the two of you share another hit." "Of course." Tucker said. He produced the now-familiar glass pipe, but this time he stuck it in his mouth. It was my first chance to watch him up close, and I stared at the solid blue flame as it heated the bowl. It wasn't long before the thick white clouds started to form. Tucker took long slow hits from the pipe, never letting the bowl completely empty. "That's how a boy hits the pipe," Damon said. "Watch and learn." I didn't have to be told. I was mesmerized by the sight. I wanted to see Tucker get high, just like me. I wanted to know how far he would go and if what his limits were. As I stared, Damon pushed his dick deep in me. He was forcing Rod's cum deeper into me, where it could burrow into my body and become a permanent part of me. I could hardly resist such an idea, and pushed back against Damon. His dick only got deeper in me. "That's it," Damon said. "Your turn," Tucker said, as he finally pulled the pipe out of his mouth. The pipe was hot and still smoking. Thick tendrils of the white cloud sunk down, taking seeming minutes before they dissipated, like the contrails of a high-flying jetliner. He leaned in again, and pressed his lips against mine. I knew what to expect, and had already emptied my lungs. Tucker paused. He closed his eyes and savored the sensation of the drug flooding into his body and taking over. When he opened his eyes, I could tell it was no longer quite the same person as before. He was hungry; he needed something that he didn't have. I understood his desire. I had Damon's cock in my ass. It was enough to take the edge off, but knew what he was feeling. "That's the Tucker I want," Damon said, seeing the same need in the young man's face. Tucker leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. He exhaled and filled my lungs with the thick clouds. As he did, Damon pressed even more of his cock into my hole. "All the way in," he said. I gasped; this was more than just filling me up like Rod's cock. This was practically splitting me in two, and I struggled to get comfortable. Unfortunately, my struggles only meant I sucked more of the cloud out of Tucker's lungs. "It's OK," Damon said. "I know it's a big one. But don't worry. You're doing better than Tucker did the first time." Tucker suddenly froze at the memory. "Yeah," Damon said. "First time I fucked him, he passed out when I stuck it all in. Didn't you, Tucker-boy?" Tucker only nodded. He kept his mouth against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, and prevented me from exhaling the hit. Damon pulled out, leaving just his fat cockhead in my hole. Tucker released his lip-lock on me at the same time, and involuntarily, I exhaled the hit. I shivered. I couldn't tell if it was from the drugs, from being suddenly empty of dick, or from fear of getting Damon's cock all the way back into me. "I'm sorry," Tucker said. "Your cock. It's big." "Oh, don't worry. I know it's big. It's OK. You just need more practice." Damon pushed his cock back into me. I gasped, but forced myself to take it. I didn't want to disappoint or demean Damon by rejecting his cock. He must have noticed, because he continued. "But Jay here, he's taking it like a faggot should." "Did you really pass out?" I asked. "Yeah," Tucker said. "And?" "And what?" Damon asked. "I continued fucking him. He's a faggot. That's what he's here for." Tucker nodded in silent agreement. "He did. When I came to, he was pounding my hole." He put the pipe in his mouth again. It was still smoking, but nevertheless he held the torch under it. As soon as the bowl started to smoke, he inhaled, pulling in deep gulps of the thick cloud. I wondered if he was trying to remember or trying to forget. However, I didn't have much of a chance to wonder. Damon had started slamming his dick in me, each stroke seemingly deeper and harder than the one before. I understood why Tucker had passed out; Damon was a machine, fucking me harder than I had even seen in porn. It didn't seem possible that I could withstand it and I silently prayed that he would let up. However, the prayers were for naught. After each stroke, he slammed back in, harder and more intense than before.

Predators and prey Michael was a good boy. He was a good pupil and always listened to his parents. He helped old people in crossing the street and was involved in his church. And Michael believed in God. Still there was a dark secret hidden in this otherwise always friendly guy. Michael fantasized of being sexually dominated by men. His parents didn’t know he was gay. To the extent either of them thought about it, both his mother and father assumed he was shy with girls, but that eventually he would grow out of it. Neither ever considered Michael might be a dick-taking faggot. Now, at the age of 18, having received his driving license, Mike felt an overwhelming urge to get fucked. The urge grew from day to day. In his mind he was ripped open by one, two, three, sometimes even four guys. He wanted to serve them with his body. He instinctively knew his role was to be on the receiving end. Living in a small village, where everyone knew each other it was impossible for Mike to stare at the other boys. He was always keeping his little secret to himself and never gave anyone the opportunity to think otherwise of him. He was the cute Christian neighbor boy, who was saving himself for the right girl. “Mom?” “What is it” his mother yelled from the kitchen. “Can I borrow the car, please?” he asked politely. His mother came into the hall. It was almost 10:00 o’clock in the evening. "Why do you need the car at this hour," she asked. "I forgot a school book at a buddy's house and I need it for an upcoming exam," Michael explained. His mother trusted Michael in all of his action and although she was worried about him, driving in the dark he convinced her, that he needed the book urgently and would be back soon. Michael’s father died two year ago from cancer. Since then he was ‘the man’ in the house. His mother smiled to him and asked him to drive slowly and to be home soon. Michael took the keys from the table and told his mother he would return soon and that he might chat with his friend a bit. Michael never mentioned a name and his mother didn't think to ask which of Michael's friends. In any event off Michael went in his mother's car. Of course his destination was not a buddy's house, but rather a cruising lot where gays met to fuck each other. He read about the place on the internet. His destination was a parking lot which adjoined a nearby forest. As he drove into the parking lot, Michael thought "Now is the time to get some action." In the forum he read about the cruising area. It was well visited and people wrote about their sex encounters which made Mike always horny. He read about the option of being fucked bareback. Mike knew about condoms, but sex was never a subject at home. He knew condoms prevent a girl of becoming pregnant, but he was not a girl. Believe it or not, but Michael was unaware of the dangers of STD’s or HIV. This was just not part of his world and although he needed cock, he was also full of doubts, if the path he walked would lead him straight to hell. He had to drive quite some miles and in the back of his mind was hoping his mom didn’t check the mileage after all. Finally he arrived at his destination. It was almost 11:00 pm. There were several other cars parked in a big parking lot. Although the parking lot was officially a rest area, none of the cars were occupied with passengers. Mike was hard. He was wearing a tight blue jeans and a blue shirt with an imprint of his school, St. Barnabas. His heart was beating so fast. He thought it would burst inside of his chest. His jeans almost did anyway, showing a nice bulge, although Mike had not the biggest gun for sure. He opened the car door and exited the vehicle. He couldn’t see anyone although the moon was shining bright. Slowly he started walking towards the forest. He felt his ass tingle in excitement. Tonight he wanted to take cocks into his arse. He wouldn’t mind if some guys would use him and although he had dreams about the only one, he knew this was impossible for him. His was expected to get married one day and have a bunch of children. But he also had this needs and for tonight he would let guys be in charge of him and his young body. Michael entered the forest and suddenly saw a first couple engaged in sexual activities. He was so horny. This was the first time, he saw two guys actually doing something. One male was on his knees and was sucking a daddy type. The bearded hunk was around 40 and observed Michael instantly. Michael was actually looking shyly at the big cock of this dark haired top but was too afraid to stand still and start jerking or so. So he continued his way deeper into the darkness while the guy who had just focused on Mike pushed the sucker away and told him to fuck off. He had set his mind on this young twink, who was obviously the first time at such a place. Maybe he was a virgin. He closed his jeans and followed Michael. Other guys had also noticed the fresh meat and like predators they surrounded Michael eye-fucking the youngster. Michael was so excited. He had the feeling he wasn’t almost able to breathe. He passed some guys on his way through the woods. Deep voices reached out to him, enticing him with open invitations, such as “Hey there young one, need some hard dick?” And “What’s up, puppy? Looking for a daddy?” and again, “Hey boy, let me fuck your tight hole.” The sweet invitations to partake of debauchery of which Michael had only passing knowledge. He was too shy to reply, but he smiled cutely at all of them and was always looking at their big bulges and that was quite inviting for all of them. Another hunk actually stopped Michael by holding him by his shoulder and asked "Are you looking for some dick? We are all here to give it good to you. All you've gotta do is to spread your legs, you little cunt." Mike looked at the front of this guy's jeans. The buttons were open already and a thick cock was sticking out of his pants. Without a word the stud increased the pressure on Michael's shoulder and pressed him down onto his knees with the simple command "Suck." “I don’t know…how," Michael replied in a quiet, reserved whisper. “Are you a fucking virgin?” Mr. Big asked loudly. Michael nodded, in abject shame. “A fucking virgin,” Mr. Big replied with a coarse chuckle, adding “You know, you're gonna taste and feel many cocks tonight, little one.” With this pronouncement Mr. Big grabbed Michael's hair, pulling him down closer too his cock. “Just open your mouth and suck my dick. And take care of your teeth. Don’t scratch me with your fucking teeth” With that Michael was got his first taste of cock. He tried to look up to this macho fucker, but sucking for the first time, took much of his concentration and so he tried to take as much of the fuck meat into his mouth. The big guy pushed his dick further into Mikes throat and he choked on his cock. This was fucking great Michael thought. He hoped he would get used hard tonight. He wasn’t able to see, but 6 other guys were already jerking off. They had all heard the news, that this fucktoy was a virgin obviously. “Do you want to take dick up your cunt?” the guy above him asked. “Yes – please” Mike answered and blushed. “I just used my last condom bitch – you got some?” he asked loudly. “No – my mom would kill me, if she found condoms in my room”. "Your Mom?" the guy snickered. “You take it bare?” he asked loudly, so everyone nearby could hear the questioning. “Yes if course, that’s not a problem. I would love to take it raw. I will accept everyone” Michael replied and continued sucking dick. “Good boy. Very good boy. Let’s go. There is a shack nearby with a mattress inside. This is just the place we need to fuck you hard and give you some charged loads. Let’s go!” the male commanded. He dragged Michael by his arm and forced him to follow him through the woods. Michael now saw some other guys who were grinning at him wickedly. He felt like the star of the night. He knew everybody was wanting him and he was willing to accept every dick in his body. There was a glade in front of them and there he could see the booth. He was scared, but also excited. He wanted to be used. He needed cock. Tonight was the night he finally would experience what it meant to be a fagboy…

My biological father was killed in a car accident when I was 10 years old, leaving my mom and me on our own. My mom struggled as a single mom for a couple years, but she was miserable without a man in her life, so it was hardly surprising to me when she started to date again. What was very surprising was that when she finally picked a second husband, she chose Bud. My dad had been an incredibly intelligent, cultured, and soft-spoken academic, and Bud...wasn't. My dad used to spend hours on the weekend absorbed in books, but Bud was more the type to spend hours on a chair in front of the TV, drinking beer (and if we were lucky, he'd be wearing pants). But he was nice to my mom, and nice to me, and my mom stopped worrying all the time and seemed more relaxed. I know that some people, in particular my biological father's family, used to question her decision to remarry so soon and why she chose a man so unlike my father, but she just used to say, "He makes me laugh" and leave it at that. I did overhear her talking to a friend once, who asked the same question, and instead of her usual answer, she replied, "Because when I'm riding his monster cock, I can cum two or three times for every time he does." I didn't really get it at the time, but like I said, she was happy and relaxed, and so I was too. I asked Bud one time, before he married my mom, what his real name was. He told me that his parents had wanted everyone to like him, so they named him Buddy. But as he got older, he shorted it to Bud. Then he told me how, even though he knew that he could never replace my father, my mom was very important to him, and so that meant that I was very important to him too. He knew that having a man around was very important to a boy in his teen years, so he hoped that I would soon feel comfortable to talk to him about anything. He was so sincere, and my mom was so invested in this new relationship, that I bypassed the stage where most step-kids resent the new man in the house. Even so, although Bud and I tried, but when it came down to it, we had very little in common. I was very much my father's son: quiet and introspective, shy and lacking confidence, not in the best shape, whereas Bud was loud, brash, in-your-face, a proudly self-proclaimed redneck. Even so he'd pretend to take an interest in my schooling, and I'd pretend to enjoy watching football with him, and we had a friendly relationship, which was a relief because I started having some interesting changes happening to my body around then, and he was right, it was nice having a male friend to talk to about it. He got me through wet dreams and pubic hair, masturbation and shaving, all without a scratch (literally). It was interesting, but as Bud's and my friendship got stronger, his relationship with my mom got worse and worse, and so did mine. I think that she envisioned that her second marriage would be mostly about the two of them, with me just hovering on the periphery keeping out of their way. But Bud wasn't having that - we were a family unit. So the two of us got closer, and my mom's jealousy drove her further and further away. It got to the point that when I was 16, and I finally admitted to myself that maybe thinking about the quarterback at school while jacking off meant that I was gay, that Bud was the first one that I told. He hugged me, told me that he loved me, and that he was proud of me, and told me that I might want to hold off on telling my mom until things got better. I was so relieved that he was okay with it, given his proud identity as a redneck, but he just told me, "I think of you like my own son. You are mine, and I'm not getting rid of you that easily". This new insider knowledge made us even closer, causing all sorts of whispered conferences just out of mom's hearing, and private jokes - it wasn't that surprising that she packed up and took off one day. When my mom left, Bud made it clear to everyone, especially me, that he considered me his son and was planning on keeping me with him for the next couple of years until I was 18. I was so relieved that I wasn't going to be uprooted, or lose another parent, but he just hugged me and said, "I told you, I'm not getting rid of you that easily." Since he started working long hours to make up for the loss of the second income, I started picking up my mom's extra work around the house. It wasn't easy, because I kept fucking it up for one reason or another, but Bud was very quick to kindly correct me and get me back on track. He became more and more of a guiding hand over the the next two years, and I spent more and more time with him, because he made me feel good about myself, even though I kept screwing everything up. We talked about college sometimes, and I told him that even though my grades were good enough to go anywhere on a full ride, I wanted to go to the college in town so that I could live at home and take care of him. He agreed to the idea, saying, "I'm not getting rid of you that easily" and chuckling over that old joke. Then, my 18th birthday came around, and everything changed. I woke up the morning of my 18th birthday to a strange tickling sensation. I was startled to find Bud sitting on my bed, in just his jockeys and his ever-present trucker's cap. It was shocking because Bud had always stressed that my room was MY place, and he never entered without permission, until this morning. He was, as I said, sitting on my bed pretty close to naked (I was completely naked, as I had started sleeping that way every summer), and the tickling sensation was his middle finger, slick with lube, sliding back and forth up and down my ass crack. I was paralyzed by the bizarre nature of the situation, so when Bud put his other finger to his lips in the classic "Shh" signal, I obeyed. Then he slid his finger into my hole, and I had to let out a gasp. Even though I was 18, and had known I was gay since I was 16, I was still a virgin. This, ironically, had been advice from Bud - that you only get one first time, so make sure that it's special. So, Bud's probing digit was the first thing to ever enter my hole, and it wasn't the most pleasant intrusion. I tried to wiggle away, but he put a first grip on the leg closest to him and I was stuck. He figured out when he hit my prostate based on my reaction - my eyes got very wide, and I lost my breath. Then he pulled most of the way out and then slammed his finger into my teen G spot again...and again...and again. After three minutes of this, my dick decided it couldn't take anymore and I came, sobbing a little with the intensity of it. I was pretty sure at this point, because I knew with 100% certainty that Bud was straight, that this was a really vivid wet dream - like a birthday present from the universe. So when he reached out and scooped up my cum off my chest, and held it out to me on dripping fingers, I obediently opened my mouth and starting sucking his hand clean. I heard from his end of the bed the snap of a cap, and the pop of a Ziploc bag opening, but was so focused on doing a good job that I didn't pay attention until his fingers (this time middle and index) slid into me again. This time the intrusion burned more than before, and it staying warm even after the initial burn. In fact, by the time he was deep as my prostate again, my whole ass felt like it was smoldering. The shock from my prostate felt ten times better, and when he pulled all the way out, my ass had never felt so empty. The pop of the Ziploc again, and his fingers were back - this time the smoldering turned into a full-on blaze of lust. My ass needed to be filled, and stretched, and used. I was making little noises in the back of my throat, and when he pulled his fingers out of my hole again, they got louder. Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." Coming soon - part 2.

Choose Your Poison – Courtesy of The Ripper: Part 1 - It hurt to piss. Burned like a little branding iron being shoved up inside my dick slit. My ass felt like glass shards were coming out when I had to go and my entire abdomen felt swollen, tender, and full. He said it would. He said I would come home pregnant with their gifts. He said, “You better be careful what you wish for.” Happy Holidays full of dirty gifts. The holiday season had arrived, but I wasn’t feeling very joyful. Usually finding a good, raw top perked me right up yet lately, that was not doing it for me either. When raw sex was being ‘implied’/shown on mainstream TV and Netflix shows and almost every other ad on the cruise sites was a top who had ‘Negative on Prep’ in their profile, being a bug chasing cum pig just was not the taboo rush that is used to be. Fuck I needed some charged up dick. In boredom, or more honestly pure desperation, I started to scan personal ads in other cities. While part of me said that desperate, the bug pig in me said I needed a vacation anyways so I might as well go someplace new and try my luck. Hundreds of ads later in a couple different cities and nothing had yet appealed me, that is until I saw the headline, “Seeking a Gangbang Creampie Princess For Anonymous, Public, Raw Breeding.” Holy fuck – that sounded hot as shit! I read the ad several times and started fondling myself as my dick got hard just thinking about the set up. In brief the guy was looking for: “…a submissive pussy who will take ANY dick in any hole – NO QUESTIONS ASKED OR ANSWERED…” “ …RAW is mandatory….” “…ANONYMOUS breedings and PUBLIC action (bookstores, car, parking garage, alley, parks) REQUIRED…..” “…must be a FREAK and NASTY…” “…TABOO, PERVERTED, EXTREME, …” Oh fuck my ass was wet just reading it. Best of all was the dude’s stats: “…looks don’t matter – yours or mine – all that counts is what will leave you sore – my 10+ inch dick and don’t bother contacting me unless you KNOW you can take it all ….” OK, clearly this guy lived and played on the wild side, and if he was real – which was a big IF given all the fakes and players online – he was dipping and slinging in some nasty shit. Even better, it was raw and no mention of status and Prep, which often means someone is POZ, does not know, or does not care one way or the other. My kind of man! The one hitch? His ad was in a straight section, but he did not say only females specifically and noted he was looking for “couples and singles”, so what the hell. I quickly typed my email to him before I lost my nerve – or hard on – starting with, “I mean no offense, but…” and then in brief told him I was planning some vacation time to his city and based on his ad, seemed like he knew the places to find the nastiest dick and could he help? In truth, I didn’t really expect to hear back. That night when I got home from work I anxiously scanned my email. Nothing. Same the next. On the third night however there was a response: “hey faggot gurl – I only deal with the serious who will submit to a cash MASTER. Send $100 by 6:00 p.m. tonight via MoneyGram. Details below and once sent, text the confirmation number. - The Ripper” Damn! Or maybe YEAH?! Well, no risk no reward and I was willing to gamble so I sent the $100 as ordered and anxiously checked my email for the next two hours hoping I would hear back. I knew he had my money as MoneyGram confirmed it was picked up at 6:10 pm, so I waited, and waited. Finally my In Box chimed – new mail! “Good faggot. At least you know how to obey. For me to consider if you are worth my time, send me an email telling me exactly what you want from MASTER. You said you want nasty dick. Well I fucking got that but I ain’t called The Ripper for nothing. That boy pussy will get shredded. Pay-to-play, but trust, you’ll be satisfied. If you want more, I want to hear that too. Tell me everything. Tell me every freaky shit, fucked up, whore faggot thing you want to do and send me confirmation that you have bought plane tickets here and booked a hotel. I ain’t wasting my time if it ain’t real time. - The Ripper” Oh my God! I jacked off right then in my chair at the dining room table as I reread his email. I then wiped up my mess, quickly got online, booked a flight and hotel, and responded back. My ass was thinking for the rest of me for sure, but the potential of what he was offering was too fucking good to ignore. Not 10 minutes after sending the confirmations of my travel, I had a response: “What the fuck? I said to tell me the freaky and fucked up shit you want to do. I thought you wanted nasty? You send me some tripe that’s all vanilla sweater-queen fag shit. Be real. I want it honest. Last chance or that gurl pussy can keep on scoping and hunting and being a desperate mutt hole. Because you must be stupid, use the checklist below too. - The Ripper” Fuck. I guess he had a point. I’m so used to filtering my dirty-inner-self so I went balls to the wall and let it all out. First I used his checklist, which was like some Dr. Frankenstein shit asking stuff like: 1. “What STDs have you had? Have now? Want?” 2. “How many POZ dicks you taken? How many AIDs dicks (and if you don’t know the difference, don’t bothering responding)?” 3. “How many raw dicks have you taken in the past two weeks?” 4. “How many strangers have fucked where you never saw their face?” 5. “What’s he wildest place you ever got fucked?” 6. “Do you have ANY limits?” OK, this dude took his shit serious and while sort of creepy, again I was so fucking turned on I had to jack off. One perverted checklist and taboo laden email later, it was time to crash. My mind was not focused on work the next day as I kept thinking about The Ripper, and wild fantasy fucks. Shit like this does not happen in real life so I might as well not get my hopes up. Yet, when I got home his email was waiting: “Good faggot. I don’t lime limits so you may just be fucked up and freaky-ass-nasty enough for a taste. You ready for some monster AIDs dick? I got you. You ready to get seeded deep by some total strangers with buggy dicks? I got you? You ready to bend over and let some other dudes watch as infected cum creampies that hole? I got you. You want to be treated like the fag-gurl-pussy-cunt-dick-craving-fuck-hole-mutt that you are? You will be. Send me your cell number again and hit the ATM and let me know how much you willing to spend when you arrive. Like I said, this is pay-to-play and if you got the cash The Ripper can make ANY-TABOO-FUCKING-NASTY-THING happen. - The Ripper” Oh hell! I was fucking flipping out thinking about that shit. Some of the things I had written down, well not stuff I would normally share I guess, but fucking Christ – this dude sounds like he can provide so what the hell. The next 10 days I spent in wild anticipation of what may come. I sent several more emails asking questions because I was nervous as fuck and wanted some reassurance I was not wasting my time and money and received no response. But, the day before I left I got a FedEx package with a DVD and a note that said, “Hey faggot gurl – here’s a taste of what I got in store for you.” I was shaking as I put the DVD in and hit PLAY. Immediately the screen was filled with white ass taking a monster black dick. The white guy was hunched over and it was hard to see more, but the black guy was really vocal, “Gonna breed that pussy with my babies, tell me you want that raw dick, tell me you want that raw nutt, come on now, let me hear you FUCKING BEG FOR THAT DICK!” Jesus I was in pig heaven. I jacked my dick hard watching the scenes play out. Clearly this was not all The Ripper as there were black guys, white guys, Hispanic, and other, but every fuck was raw, wild, nasty, and extreme for sure. In my horniness I almost missed it, but the last 30 seconds of the DVD was an audio message in a deep, masculine voice, that played against a screen of shadows with faint grunts in the background: “When you land, go to the front end of the TAXI LINE in the pickup zone, pull out your cell, call the number on the screen, and wait. You will be picked up. Then go the address below and ask for Giovanni. DO NOT go to your hotel first. Have $200 in $20 bills in your back left pocket. Make sure that gurl pussy is shaved – clean and soft – because it WILL get owned and abused. No facial hair either. You ready to get owned, used, and abused by The Ripper? You ready for some dirty dick and bug chasing you mutt pussy? You ready for what I got in store?” In the silence that followed only one word kept coming to mind – YES!!

https://www.washingtonpost.com/national/health-science/i-dont-feel-like-im-a-threat-anymore-new-hiv-guidelines-are-changing-lives/2017/11/24/a9ee84e2-cf10-11e7-a1a3-0d1e45a6de3d_story.html

What I'm about to tell you is 100% true. I know this is a "fiction" forum, and I have written several stories on here. But something is driving me to share my real story. The story how I became positive. I need to confess my behavior, for posterity, so that at least some people will know what happened. To believe me or not is entirely up to you, but I know I'll feel better getting this down in print. I started off as any good, self-respecting, midwestern gay boy who came of age in the late 80's did. I was scared shitless by the AIDS epidemic and always used condoms. Always. With a couple girls, and then even with the few boyfriends that I had when I finally came out in the mid-90's. It was just what was done-- unless one was in a long term committed relationship and both parties had been tested. Fast forward to the later 90's and I had a long-term "committed" relationship with a guy who eventually got me to drop the condoms. And I LOVED it. He was younger than me, with a big, curved, 8" cock and I really got off on feeling him cum inside me. But then that relationship ended. I moved away to the Carolinas and he stayed. It was a good thing, because it turns out that neither of us was particularly faithful in that relationship. During my time In the Carolinas is when I started my descent into barebacking. Early on I had a few boyfriends... always fucked with condoms with them. And then suddenly I was single... perpetually single. And perpetually horny. It started innocently enough. I would have hookups and we would "mostly" use condoms. If the guy was married, I would let it slide because he "was safe". And fuck how hot is it to let a married guy fuck you bare, right? At first I always asked them to pull out when they came. Most of the time they did. But then I just finally stopped asking, and they stopped pulling out. And I found out that I really loved feeling the throb, the wet heat, of their semen pouring into me. I began to crave it. So I started letting "partnered" guys fuck me bare. I figured they were a pretty safe bet too. And then it was married, partnered, or guys who said they were negative. Granted there was still condom use here and there, but it was much more sporadic. This was in the era of those home HIV testing kits. I was far too scared to go to a clinic or my doctor, so I would buy the test kits every 6 months and dutifully stab my finger and mail in my sample. Waiting for the results was nerve-wracking, but it was always the same. Negative. As the years progressed during my southern tenure, the lure of barebacking got stronger and stronger. Condoms were a rarity now, and I was starting to let anonymous guys cum in me raw. And I found I really got off on it! I can still remember the first time a complete stranger came in me at a bookstore in the city near me. I was in a dark alcove watching a guy taking turns blowing the three guys surrounding him. I was jerking off and a guy snuck up behind me and started playing with my ass. And before I knew it he was lubed and pushing into me. I just let it happen as the other guys stopped getting blown and started to watch me take dick. They all egged the top on, to "breed me". And he did. I was simultaneously so turned on and so mortified that as soon as he was done, I dashed out of there. And then jacked off a huge load later at home! That session sort of flipped a switch in me-- if I was willing to let a complete stranger cum in me, then fuck it. My inhibitions about taking raw cock were completely gone, and I would take multiple anonymous loads at that same bookstore in my remaining year in the South. I started going to sex parties and letting guys breed me. I started taking cock at the Y. And I even went to a leather party where I was roofied and ended up in a sling with guys taking turns and tallying up their loads on my stomach with a sharpie. I left that party with 18 hash marks-- but only remembered like 4 of the guys. I tested myself again... and still was neg. Even after all that, I was negative. Then I moved back to the Midwest. I dated a poz guy for awhile and we fucked bare all the time. But he refused to cum in me, even when I begged him to. He had too much guilt and didn't even want to fuck me raw in the first place. He said he didn't want to be the one to infect me. We eventually broke up. And I resumed my slutty ways-- taking lots of raw cock and loads. Going to sex parties. Etc. A friend involved in the AIDS community discovered I was being reckless and so he dragged me to the clinic to get tested. I figured I MUST have HIV by now, right? So much unprotected sex. Nope. Still negative. And then I met Steve. I met him online under one of his screen names "BarebackerMn" or "BarebackerMan" or "StevenToTheNuts". I think this was back in the days of gay.com still. Anyway, if you are reading this on this forum, you may know him (or of him). I found out later he was quite the "gifter"-- lots of conversions to his credit. Lots of videos. But I get ahead of myself. Steve and I chatted online quite a bit. I mean, his cock pics alone were a big draw for me. He had several pictures of a big, beautiful 8 inch dick. Naturally my ass was begging for it. But Steve was positive. To backtrack a little, yes I was being a slut. I hooked up with lots of guys and attended sex parties and went to bookstores and such. But really not very often. Oh, every so often I would get cum crazed and do the bookstore thing, and then leave with several loads in me, and a huge amount of guilt. And sex parties were few and far between. And my online hookups were with guys who said they were neg, or were partnered... still. I didn't actively seek out guys who said "don't know" or "poz" because even though I craved feeling a man cum inside me, I really didn't want it to be poz cum. Not in the back of my mind I didn't, because I knew it would seriously impact my life. So I tried to be a bit selective-- not letting guys who "looked" poz fuck me bare. Only letting proclaimed "neg" guys breed me during one on one hookups, etc. Yeah, I was that naive, but it had worked so far, right? Anyway, back to Steve. Like I said, we chatted a lot, and I was VERY tempted by his cock. But his profile (and his chats) let me know that he was DEFINITELY positive, and that he ONLY fucked bare, and he NEVER pulled out. He also warned me that he was charged and that if he fucked me, I'd probably get "knocked up". Because he'd done it before. All this talk scared me. And titillated me. But mostly scared me. I kept looking at his dick and thinking, "I really wanna feel that inside me. I wonder if he'd pull out if I asked?" I probably should have just avoided him... but every time I saw him on, we chatted. Little did I know I was being inexorably drawn into his web. And then one night, it happened. It was late fall and cold outside. I was in one of those cock hungry moods and had been online for hours trying to find dick. All to no avail. And then Steven logged on. And we started chatting. It was late and fuck I was horny and damn I needed some dick and fuck I'd probably already taken poz loads unknowingly and ok I'll drive over what's the address? Before I knew it, I was standing on his porch and knocking on his door, thinking "what the fuck am I doing?" He answered wearing sweats and a t-shirt. I left my boots by the door and followed him downstairs to the basement, my stomach in knots and my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. (My stomach is actually clenched while typing this). When we got down to the basement, it was.... almost too much. My apologies to Steve (if he ever reads this) but he and his husband were not excellent housekeepers. And the basement was, well, the best way to describe it is "seedy". There was fake panelling on the walls, a ratty, plaid 70's couch in front of the TV, and a carpet with stains from god-knows-what. There were also vodka bottles and full ashtrays and ... you get the picture. I almost turned around and left. But I didn't. We sat on the couch, and there was bareback porn playing on the TV. I'll give him credit, he sensed my nervousness and he didn't pressure me into anything. He just sat there and put a hand on my thigh. I reached over and touched his cock through his sweat pants. It felt huge, and he was definitely hard. He played with my hard cock through my jeans too and we watched porn for a few minutes in silence. "Hey bud, we don't have to do anything you don't want to. But maybe you could suck me a bit, if you want?" he said. And then he played his ace. He stood and slowly shucked his sweats, and that big cock flipped and bounced just inches from my face in all it's glory. He sat back down and started stroking it, and before I knew it I was on all fours in front of him with his big meat in my mouth. He was very appreciative- because he knew that as soon as he was inside my mouth... my ass was his. I sucked him a bit longer, and then he told me to get undressed. I did. I was so horny at this point, nothing was going to stop me from getting that cock in me. My dick was drooling precum all over that godawful carpet and I didn't care. "Get on all fours in front of the TV," he told me. And I did. "Take a hit of those poppers," he instructed. And I did. And then I felt his raw dick slide into my ass. Alarm bells were going off in my head, but my cock was rock hard and I NEEDED to be fucked SO DAMN BAD!! And damn if his cock didn't feel INCREDIBLE! Just like his screen name, he went in my hole "to the nuts". And then he started slow fucking me. He paused with his dick half in, and I saw a flash. He had pulled out his phone and was taking pics of his raw dick in my ass. I asked him not to show my leg tattoo if possible. "Don't worry," he said. As he fucked me, he started talking. Dirty talking. Filthy stuff. Stuff that noboby had ever said to me before. Stuff like "You know you have a poz dick in you, don't you? And you like it! You're ass is gripping and loving my big cock! You're gonna take my poz load and I'm gonna charge you up. Make you convert, like I've done to dozens of guys. You're just a fucking pig bug chaser, aren't you? A dirty fucking whore that's gonna let me put my toxic load up your cunt." A litany of filthy poz talk poured out of his mouth while he fucked me. I can safely say, at that time I was NOT a fan of this kind of talk. In fact, it made me nauseous and I wanted to stop. But the poppers were doing their job and in my haze I let him continue. "Guess what boy? No going back now-- you're getting my dirty load," he shouted as I felt his cock start throbbing inside of my ass. He pounded me hard as he came, trying to push his load as deep in me as possible. And I took it all. As soon as his load was shot, he pulled out and went for a cigarette. I started getting dressed in silence, not having cum, and not comprehending what I had just done. He showed me to the front door, and I drove home in a daze. I think I stayed up another hour just thinking about what I had done. I had just let a VERY poz guy cum inside me. I felt a bit sick to my stomach and cursed myself for allowing it to happen. Until the next time. The next time Steve and I fucked was about a month later. This time his partner was there and they both fucked me. I sucked Steve while his partner fucked my hole first. And let me just say this, Steve's partner had an even BIGGER cock and it fucking HURT! But I took him, and his load. There was no filthy talk when Steve's partner was fucking me-- I don't think he liked that scene. But as soon as he was done, he left to go to their sauna, thus leaving Steve and me alone. That's when Steve ramped up his poz talk and dumped his nut in me too. Then we sat in the sauna together. I took Steve several more times after that. Once again on all fours as he took more pics. The fourth load was video recorded. That recording ended up on a bug chasing website (much to my dismay). I had asked him not to post it. It had LOTS of poz talk and it was clear that I was neg and he was gonna poz up my ass. We made a few videos at my place too-- one shows him mugging evilly for the camera as he uses a finger to "prime" my hole before he sides in and breed it. I didn't understand what he was doing until much much later. Later that winter I got sick. Like really sick. But it was also the year that the H1N1 or whatever flu was hitting hard, so I didn't think much of it. But damn if that flu didn't take it out of me. I found that I was fatigued more and often tired. It took me a long time to recover, but even then I never felt "good". Steven and I sort of lost touch, and I really didn't see him online much anymore. I was finding plenty of other dick to keep my ass satisfied, and I was hitting up a local sex party more and more frequently, taking as many loads as I could get. Then about a year later, I got a call from the clinic that summer informed me that I had been exposed to Syphilis and that I needed to come in to be tested. So I went, and naturally they performed all the testing. And that's when they came in and told me that I had tested positive for HIV. Subsequent testing would show my viral load was pretty high, so I'd been poz for awhile unknowingly. I know to most people, the initial diagnosis probably comes as a shock (although really, how much of a shock can it be if you are having unprotected sex?) Upon hearing the news, I didn't get angry or cry or go numb or anything really... I just rationally processed it as a fact. I think I mystified the counsellors with my calmness about it. I mean, heck. I'd been having unprotected gay sex for years, was almost exclusively a bottom, and I'd let a known poz guy breed my ass. Repeatedly. It really was just a matter of time. And that's it. That's my story. I'm on meds and healthy, I'm doing well, and taking more cumloads than ever. PReP has made it so that EVERYONE barebacks-- it's so fucking hot! And EASY! And now? Now I sorta get off on poz talk. I've had more than one hot session where I pretended to be neg so a poz guy could get his rocks off on "knocking me up". I think I posted one of those stories here. And if you read my other "stories" no doubt you'll recognize parts of this one in there. Write what you know, right? Do I regret allowing myself to be careless and become positive? Sometimes. But it is what it is, and there's no going back now.

Hit Midtown Spa last night looking for loads and to give a couple. It seemed kinda slow, but as I was laying on my bed, ass in the air, a hot older (50's) Latin guy come in who immediately began to message my ass. I turned around and told him to cum inside. He closed the door, dropped his towel and presented a beautiful thick uncut cock that was the same size as a redbull can. His goatee felt amazing as he went to my town eating my ass, his tongue fucking loads of spit into my hole. After several minutes he crawled onto my back, grabbed his poppers and asked if I wanted some. I told him I've never tried them before and he said I should take a big hit b/c he was about to fuck my ass full of cum! I took a whiff and immediately felt like I was swimming. Without ever mentioning condoms, let alone asking me if I wanted him to use them, he slid his thick cock balls deep in my ass, pounding and long-dicking my tight ass. While I definitely felt him, honestly his cock didn't hurt like I thought it would. It was amazing. He fucked me for a good 15 minutes, then he pulled out, positioned my ass on the edge of the bed and dove right back in. He was VERY verbal and told me to take his big daddy dick and that he loved my tight white boy ass and he was gonna breed me deep. He just pounded me faster and faster and talking very dirty to me. I was in hog heaven. Still hitting the poppers he kept fucking me hard. All of a sudden he moaned and slid in all the way in and unloaded a HUGE load deep in my ass. He stayed in me for a couple minutes telling me he loved my ass and it was the best he'd had in a long time. He pulled out, and grabbed his towel from the ground, and as I turned over, I asked his status he said, neg. He then turned, opened the door and that's when I saw the bio hazard tattoo on his back between his shoulder blades. I was in LOVE! Not sure why he lied, but still think it was hot.

The story below is the first part of "Sex Pig Diaries" which I have found in an email from a Yahoo Group which no longer exists. I didn't write this, but it is of a standard that deserves to be shared again. Enjoy!..... The story recounts my raw adventures with cum pigs and poz guys. Note that this is not a complete list, just some notable highlights. CJ: My First Poz Load The first poz load I took was way back in the mid-1980s. At that time AIDS was getting a lot of attention from the press, but unless you lived in NYC, San Francisco, or Los Angeles it was still a remote thing to most gay men. However, within the next year or two everything >would change. The guys name was CJ. He was a work friend and occasional fuck buddy of my lover at the time, David. I remember when I first met CJ I thought he was just the hottest thing I'd ever seen. He was good looking, well proportioned, sweet natured, had an ass like an inverted valentine, and... according to Dave...was totally humpy guy in bed. Actually, CJ was the human equivalent of a golden retriever, fun loving, always happy, and not too picky about what lap he jumped into. He was also my first bear chaser though the terms did not really exist then. So eventually CJ got around to me. I remember when he first kissed me, it felt like I was melting and I swear to God I felt my knees buckle. Now I had always enjoyed kissing, but it was not until that time that I realized the movie caliber kisses actually did exist. After that we played around a bit, but jealousy on my partner's part and envy on mine made it problematic. So I sort of dismissed CJ and filed him under the category "David's Friend" and didn't think much more of it. Then one Saturday day CJ called. Dave was at his photography class and was planning to meet CJ afterwards for some lunch. CJ wondered if I'd like to join them. I thought I really shouldn't given the tension CJ generally caused between Dave and myself, but it was one of those sparkling Spring days and I wanted to get out of the house. So CJ said he would drop by on his way to meet Dave. I didn't think much about the arrangement, that's until CJ showed up about half an hour early and basically jumped me. The first thing we did was make out like crazed teenagers. Again, this was movie stuff...hot and consuming...and at some point our clothes came off. Next think I know, CJ lifts my legs and is eating the beejesus out of my ass. This was new to me. I had eaten butt a number of times and quite liked it, but no one had ever rimmed me before. CJ suddenly stoped his ministrations and pressed his nice sized and uncut cock to my hole. I knew what was going to happen and I was a bit reluctant...not because any thoughts of AIDS, but because I was still ambivalent about getting fucked. It had happened a few times with my partner and some other guys and sometimes it was great and sometimes it was not. Well CJ slipped it into me and I discovered the wonders of getting fucked by an uncut cock. Thanks to his spit, foreskin, and a decent taper, he entered with little friction and for the first time I felt stuffed instead of in pain. I think I became a confirmed pig bottom at that moment, not that I don't top on occasion. It was simply amazing. It was so primal and when I felt and tasted the sweat pouring off of CJ my head went to that other place that only a good, sound fucking can take it. The next thing I know, CJ clamped his mouth onto mine, groaned under his breath, and unloaded in me. Well, we ended up meeting Dave only a few minutes late and proceeded to have a nice afternoon together. We ended up at a local mall and I remember walking around feeling slightly bow legged and CJs load gradually leak out of me. Still, when I got home a few hours later and used the can, I noted there was still quite a bit of cum in me. I guess it was about six months later that CJ discovered he was HIV positive. He told us because my partner was in the hospital and CJ was concerned it was because he infected him. Dave's problem was actually a heart valve infection and through the course of diagnosis it was discovered that he was still negative. However, I did need to get tested. I was petrified, but not because I thought CJ infected me or that I regretted what I did. I was going though a lot then with Dave's illness and I just remember feeling beleaguered by this new responsibility. And remember, this was when it took weeks to get test results back, so between that and Dave's illness and eventual open heart surgery I was sick with worry. I remember at one point taking one of Dave's valiums and sitting there and wondering "Ok, am I ever going to relax?" Turns out I am resistant to valium. Things eventually quieted down and even though CJ was poz, we both still played with him on occasion...though always safely. However, ever time CJ fucked me, part of me wanted him to remove that rubber and fuck me like he did on that brilliant Spring day. A few years later, I found out he probably would have when it was discovered he had barebacked a few acquaintances of ours. To this day, I don't know if he was trying to infect these people or just denying his own condition. Anyway, all turned out still negative. In fact, I know of no one ever CJ infected.

☣ Fuckin' Oink~! Pervs like you make visiting BZ fun. Please keep sharing your pix & adventures. Wood love to swap cumholez with you. Thanks for the Reps, & following me too. xox

Ballsy as fuck to lay there with an open door. By the description of your big ass and legs, my only surprise is that is was just ONE load sounds like there's gonna be more to cum SOON though!!

Part 5 Brian The Pig Boy Not long after this, I met my long-time fuck buddy Brian. He had responded to me phone ad that succinctly stated I was a pig looking to play with other pigs. I remember when he called, I thought he would never show. He just seemed like a total ditz. Well, Brian did prove to be a ditz, but he also showed up. I was a little disappointed that first time because it ended up me topping Brian instead of the other way around. However, I had never met a more suckable hole. He even liked it when I chewed on his butt ring ever so lightly. Some guys really love this, a lot do not, but Brian liked it so much he even added it to his own repertoire. Brian also loved to talk about his sexual adventures, a fetish of mine I rarely get to enjoy. And I discovered he was as much of a barebacker and butt muncher as I was, though a few years behind. And as it turns out, even though I did not get plugged like I wanted, Brian was a great little fuck. After eating, fingering, and fisting his whole for about an hour, he just laid on top and grinded away until I had one of the strongest, longest, and loudest orgasms of my life. I shot so much, Brian both felt it squirt. I do come like a geyser after all. Well, I didn't hear from Brian for several months, but he finally called at about 2:00 am one summer night. Apparently, he was dating someone who was the psycho jealous type, but he did say he wanted to get together again and fuck me. That finally happened a couple of months later after he broke up with the his beau and I had moved into a new apartment. I finally got that load I had wanted so bad. Brian and I began playing with each other regularly, maybe every two or three weeks, though sometimes more often and sometimes much less. As we got to know each other, we soon discovered we were both bug chasers. We both loved slutting around and bring the loads back for each other to eat. At that time I was hooking mostly through the phone lines and the Internet while Brian, being much thinner than myself, had better luck at the baths. It really turned both of us on that he was collecting pig loads for me. About three years after we met, Brian called me a hot, muggy June day and wanted to play. We hadn't seen each other in a few months because Brian... who also worked for a phone sex line...was now living in New York City part of the time. Well, when he arrived and we lit up a joint, he tells me that he's been getting fucked and fisted by several poz guys in NYC. In fact, he was becoming the new boi toy on the Manhattan conversion party circuit. I had always loved taking Brian's load before, since he was such as complete pig, but now I had a fever for them. We started out as we usually did with my eating his ass. I had built a rim seat out of an old wooden toilet seat and it provide to be our favorite toy, given that we were both ardent butt munchers and felchers. So I began worshipping his dirty load taking hole for its brazen pigginess and daring. After that, Brian began to work me open. First he rimmed me, but instead of the gentle nibbling I was used to, he really chewed on the ring, making it all red and puffy. Actually, I had to have him back off he would bite so hard. Though I'm a pig, I'm not particularly into any deliberate pain. While I owned the rim seat, Brian's contribution to the toy chest was an 18 inch double-ended black dildo. He then covered that thing with Crisco and roughly shoved it up my ass, pushing and twisting until I took over half. Then, at my request, he ripped it out of me. I just love the feel of that long piece of black rubber being quickly pulled out of me. Now it was time for me to take his now probably poz load. He shoved his very average cock into and began fucking. Actually, I was so sore from the biting and dildo work that I didn't feel all that much. However, knowing that he had been letting poz guys use him for months drove me wild. After maybe 10 minutes Brian began moaning. Now this was a new thing. Though Brian loved to talk he was not particularly noisy. I, on the other hand, could wake the dead. With one, final groan Brian's cock began to pulse and I felt his pig load enter me while I shot all over the towel beneath me. Generally, Brian would leave after he came. However, this time he just continued playing. We took a breather to let the load soak in. Then, he shoved the dildo back into me, twisting it around to rub his questionable cum into my ass walls. Then it was back to the rim seat for more chewing. >We did this for quite a while and I was hoping he would get hard and fuck me again. Meanwhile, I came several more times, but Brian is really only a one shot wonder and we eventually called it a night. Brian and I managed to hookup a few more times over the next year or two, each time with tales of more poz loads he had taken in NYC. Eventually, he moved to NYC permanently and we fell out of touch. Where ever he is, I wish him well and an ass full of dirty cum.

Part 4 My First Known Poz Load I knowingly took my first poz load just a week after my beloved Pilgrim Theater had been closed to make way for yet another parking lot. There had been rumors for months that the place was closing, but no one paid that much attention to it. After all, the theater had been there for 70 years and I even heard was being considered as a historic landmark (maybe JFK got blown there). So with much sadness I went to the theater known only as the Art Cinema. This is actually where I lost my virginity on that February day in 1981. I had stopped going once I discovered that the Pilgrim was much more fun. However, with no where else to go, I returned to the place where my sex life began. The first thing that struck me was an over whelming sense of nostalgia. The place had not changed in a decade. In fact, I saw many of the same regulars that I ran into when I was in my 20s. So to stay in the mood, I went into the bathroom stall I used to frequent. I was amazed to find it still had a door. I pulled out a joint and some poppers and preceded to relax and wait to see if there was any decent cock in the place. After only about 15 minutes a black guy (no, not the same black guy) came buy. I remembered him from the Pilgrim as a fellow bareback pig. How did I know? Easy, because I had tasted fresh loads while eating his ass on more than one occasion. He had even pissed all over me once in the Pilgrim's bathroom. He looked about as lost as I felt, but he brightened up when he saw someone he recognized. He came into the stall and announced he had to piss, but because of the cramped confines he wanted to piss in my mouth instead of all over my face and fat belly. Since I was very much into piss then (it was before I was diagnosed with acid reflux), that was no problem at all and he let loose with a very rank load of piss down my throat. Then I asked if he had any loads in his ass. Luckily, he had been barebacked by two black guys in the other bathroom. Unluckily, the stall was too small to get a good angle to eat his butt. I should have thrown caution to the wind and opened the stall door so he could bend over fully for a proper munching and felching. After all, neither of us were shy about such things. But since I had not been in the theatre for the better part of a decade, I opted for a bit of discretion. However, I did give it the old college try and got a taste of the strangers who had used him earlier. What happened next surprised me. I had always assumed he was a strict bottom when it came to sucking and fucking, but after he finished using me as a urinal, he asked if wanted some cum. I simply said "My mouth or my ass" but unlike the gang bang troll from earlier, we wanted my hole. So I proceeded to get him hard and what looked like a small prick became quite sizeable when erect. At that point I got up to bend over the toilet. While I was in mid turn I asked "You poz?" and he said flatly "Yah, does it matter?" I answered by completing my turn and assuming the position. I began sucking on the poppers while he fucked me for the next five minutes until he blew his dirty load into me hungry hole. As he pulled up his pants, I sat down again and shot all over myself. I had finally graduated into a full fledged bug chaser. Of course, I was very freaked out afterwards, not so much by what he had done, but that I let him do it. It also turned me on mightily, becoming to this day my all time favorite jack-off memory.

Ever been in this position?

Wile I’m sucking on Mr.C dick his boy is cleaning any of Mr.C cum that is dripping out or that is on the rubber sheet and feeding it to me. When he pulls his dick out he says the fun is just beginning for me as his boy puts a shard in my hole and for some reason I go into a foggy haze . When I wake up I’m in the room the nurse that is uses to treat us so we don’t have to go to regular Dr.an have them ask questions. As I see a video playing of me and what happen. My hole feels funny like something is in it , my ass cheeks are on fire , my mouth and jaw hurt. When the nurse who is really a Doctor but was disbarred from the medical world for some unknown reason sits down next to me as says how are you doing. I tell him and says I will have dentist appointment in 2 days as some of my teeth were chipped from the ones who had Prince Albert piercings on their dicks, your hole there is a large butt plug in you as you were dripping cum out and your ass cheeks are a bright red from the men smacking you . He says Larry will be speaking to me later but the video of what happen it being played in the club now and ask if I want to see as I was in that fog after Mr.C fuck me. I ask if I can fast forward and I do , so after Mr.C pulls out I’m given some pills and a slam then 4 men show up as they hand Mr.C envelopes and proceed to fuck me and I suck their dicks. They put me in all different position you can possible be in they even did a Double penetration on me and all the wile this is going on I’m keep asking for more dicks in my hole and begging for their cum , the men who are fucking me as they keep coming one after another as I see they take a magic marker and draw a line on my back after they have given a load, in the end the marks go from the top on my shoulders to the top on my ass crack and total 175. Some of these men are very old and look very sick and some are very hot looking and a lot had a bio hazard tattoo on the video but they all give Mr.C an envelope. The pills they give me are to keep me up but I don’t remember it at the time but on the video I can see the bug eyed look I have on my face asking for more cum ,for another slammed and a booty bump.They are giving me water but the sweat coming off my body was not enough and that is why I lay in bed with this IV in my are. Some even were licking the sweat off me with some burying their face in my ass cheeks sucking and licking the cum out of my hole, some even put a white powder on my ass cheeks and snort it.I see a lot in the back ground slamming before they fuck me. They put this device on me when they have to piss as I hear one say it’s a crime to wast chem. piss. http://shop.oxballs.com/URINAL-ULTIMATE-strap-on-piss-gag-by-OXBALLS-OX-1309.htm When its about over Mr.C comes over and opens that box , it's a syringe and what ever it is he injects it into the base of his dick ( found out later it's caverject )and in a few minutes his dick is rock hard and then just drives into me and this time it goes easy as he looks right into the camera and says this hole is now officially broken and to be used often. Mr.C is fucking me so hard that he is driving me to the wall , the cum from pervious loads is coming out an splashing all over the place as his boy takes his hand to clean it up then gives me to lick his fingers clean. I almost fall off the bed then he drags me back , I’m looking at the tape and he fucking me for close to one hour before he collapse on top of me and just lays there. When he with draws his dick his boy buried his face in my ass and took his tongue to my hole then he shoves a large butt plug in my hole so I don’t leak it all over the place and to let my body absorb all the toxic loads that I have taken. The nurse says that he should remove the plug and that it might hurt , when he does there is some pain but its bearable , he spreads my cheeks to examine the damage to my hole and says that in 10 days I go back to work , he takes a picture and you can see how red the hole is and the lips around are very swollen like it had been just gone through a heavy fisting. When Larry comes in he is smiling and says I did great and the money is in my bank and this envelope is for me from Mr.C. for what I did not know is that he was pimping me out and after he got his money back the rest was for me and there is enough for 2 semesters at school , so he fuck me for free.

There is nothing wrong, showing this piece of shit his place... but who knows, maybe he choses No Deal and lives happily ever after. But I doubt that...

As a cumdump bottom, I love getting fucked by older men. I’m 27 but have routeinly been fucked by guys that are 50-60 years old. They have so much more experience. Plus they really get into breeding my younger hole. But I won’t turn down any cock, young or old.

Had that urge to get fucked raw the other morning. On A4A there was a guy that bred me a year or so back. He lives in the area during the winter. Sent him a note offering up my hole for his pleasure. He wasn't completely settled in and was unable to host. I wasn't able to host because wife is home all the time. He was up for some raw breeding, just didn't have a place. I decided to run an ad on CL for a hosting voyeur. On occasion that's a fun way to get a place to play. Got a response back fairly quickly. Straight guy wanted to see two guy breed. Sent message to my top guy and now he's not available. Drop a line to the voyeur and he says, why don't I come over and service him. Get stats and they seem OK. Then notice, that he's 22 and I'm mid 50's. Start thinking I'm not going to drive 30 minutes to be turned away at the door. Email him and ask about age difference; he says he's into getting his cock in a hole what's age got to do with it. On a side note, think that's when you can really tell if you have a “straight” one. Those guys tend not to be focused on age or even looks all that much. Real straight guys just want a mouth and/or ass to serve their cock. My other two married “straight” guys are the same way. I digress…….. Make the 30 minute drive, walk up a flight of stairs and stand there at the stranger's door wondering what is going to greet me. Damn, door opens 6'2”, nice build, couple of day beard scruff, and unrully dark haired stud is standing there with only a Polo Shirt on and a 7+ cut cock with low hangers is standing there. Not a word is said. He walks over to the sofa, sits, spreads his legs as his cock starts firming up more. I'm down on my knees fully dressed deep throating the guy. I get so hungry for his cock, all I want is his load in the back of my throat. I slow down, decide to change the tempo and head for his low hangers and tant. The good news is, he's not raising his legs up like a closet bottom does meaning, he really wants cock in him and acts like a top to sucker a guy in to breed him. Just mention it, because that happens a lot around here. The good news is, balls and tant felt good but that wasn't the action he wanted. After some time on the nuts, he grabs my head and positions his cock back in my throat and he takes over the pumping. He becomes a true throat fucker and I'm starting to taste continuous ribbons of precum oozing out of his cock. Gad, the time is close. I pull my head off his cock and ask……...please, fuck me……..please! Not a word from him, he just stands up and looks at me. I'm not sure if he's through or will he fuck me. I pull some lube out and start on his cock, he doesn't back away. From there I strip down, lean over the coach, arms on the back, and he plunges his cock into me. No testing, no getting my ass relaxed, just the tip hits my hole and he plunges it full force into me. I want to pull away, push him out, tighten up, what ever to get that burning feeling out of me so I can relax to fit his cock. Then I just say to myself, I'm the one that wanted cock in me to today and this is what I'm getting. All of sudden the pain become that special pleasure. I open up and he can drill deeper. The next thing I know, I'm saying “please seed me….please , please. The first time he says a word since I've arrived, he says “you want me to cum in you?” I'm just saying, yes please give me your cum. He starts rocking and convulsing. I feel my ass starting to feel the liquid warmth. He keeps pumping and just won't stop and the his cock doesn't soften in the slightest. My cock starts getting harder and out of nowhere, my load starts pumping out of me. Of course I'm in dream land. But after my load is shot, my ass is really tightening up and I start to pull away. He pulls me back and starts to pump harder. I'm squirming now and not really into it. He comes close to my ear and says, now I'm going to really fuck you, you're pre-lubed and tight. My ass is so tight resisting this rape. I was not a willing participant and my ass kept getting tighter. His first load was oozing out of me. That's when he'd take his finger, cover it with his load coming out of my hole and start feeding it to me, telling me to eat my ass cum. The first taste had that nasty flavor and smell. But when it sat on my tongue all of a sudden my ass started to losen up. He grabs for my cock, I guess thinking that would relax me. Of course I'm soft as can be from shooting my load after he came the first time. He flicks my cock with his fingers and laughs saying I'm a real pussy now, not even a man. His pumping is steady and has a rhythm. Same pattern over and over; pull out to the edge of the head and then plunge back in. My mind is going into a zone and then all of sudden I feel my balls starting to move. At first I think he's starting some CBT but no, another load is starting pump out of my soft cock. I just start spewing loads of cum. He forces me on my knees doggie style and tells me lick my cum off his floor. As I've got my face on the floor eating my own cum I start to feel that warm flow in my ass. He pulls out quickly and with it comes some of his load now on the floor and more still oozing out of me. He grabs my head, puts my mouth where his cum sits on the floor and tells me to clean it up. He walks away and I'm just sitting there with ass cum around my face and mouth, naked, limp cock, and a cummy ass. He walks out from the hall he went down. Now he's fully clothed. Looks at me in disgust. Tells me to leave now. I ask for a towel to clean my self up some and he says NO. Put your clothes on and wear my cum. I get dressed and head to the door. Just as I get to the hallway, he says I need to know one more thing. I turn around, and now standing in the hall next to living room where we had just fucked is his woman, standing there with a camera. She smiles and says, Oh sometimes he just needs some man pussy; you did good. His last comment to me as he was edging me toward the door was, next time bring your buddy we still want a voyeur session.

I haven't topped in 15 years or so. When my husband and I were first dating, he offered to bottom for me once just because he thought it was fair. I couldn't manage it. I did top and flip fuck a lot in my teens and twenties. Over time, I realized I enjoyed bottoming so much more. By my early thirties, I was about 85% bottom; I would top occasionally if a guy really wanted to flip. I was 38 or so the last time I topped. Every once in the while, the notion of topping will occur to me. Sometime I even jack off thinking about it, but I have no desire to seek it out for real.

What I love to do when in an oral mood is suck him off until he cums and then rim his ass to get him hard again and go from there.

totally agree.... I love breeding all types and all ages

I mostly bottom but I do top every now and then. Usually only when in a 3some and the top orders me to fuck his bf. Or sometimes when I meet up with a young guy to give him blowjob and when he then asks to be fucked as well (happened recently). But usually I am more than happy to be on the receiving end only.

I want 3 [or more] bottoms side by side. I will take turns fucking them and the one with hottest ass gets the load. And, oh yeah, I want this filmed and put online.

In Regina taking loads for visitors. Can host or travel. 6ft tall 230lb average guy just an anal cumdump. Drop me a message if you need to dump a load. Poz friendly.

Condom pulled off. https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/so-guud-he-pulled-if-off-26046921

Today, a guy who has fucked me twice before, hit me up on Scruff to say that two bottom guys he fucks both cancelled on him, so he needed my hole. I quickly cleaned up and he arrived at 12.30 and it was a true pump and dump, fuck and go. He gave me a huge three day load, the third I have taken off him so far

Part 5 - The Talk Once again, Mark was jolted awake by his phone. He got up and went into the bathroom and took a long piss. He washed his hands and face, trying to wake up. He grabbed the hookup phone and put it on the charger. He checked the time and it was 3:20. Time to leave. At the last second, Mark grabbed a packet of lube and put it in his jeans pocket. He was planning on taking Joey and his roommate out for a pizza and then hit a few bars after Joey and he had 'taken care of business'. Hopefully he could find someone for a bathroom fuck at one of the bars - he loved fucking straight guys in bars but he hadn’t done it since he got pozzed. Driving over to the apartment he had a knot in his stomach. He had rarely had serious discussions with his brother. He had always looked out for him and given him advice, but this was different. Hopefully it would go okay. He parked and walked up to the building he was in just an hour or so ago. Shaking his head he thought 'Sometimes life is really strange'. Walking up the staircase he found the apartment on the third floor and knocked. He heard someone coming closer and the door then was unlocked. The shock was immediate and the knot in his stomach got much bigger. It was the guy he fucked earlier. Both looked at each other in disbelief. Mark raised his finger to his mouth, telling the guy to stay quiet and got a nod from the guy's stunned face. “Hi I’m Joey’s brother Mark. Is he back from classes yet?” Mark stated, trying to be as calm as possible. “Oh… uh.. hi. Yeah, he’s just changing clothes right now. Come on in.” Mark went in to the apartment and glanced around. It reminded him of Joey’s room in high school but bigger and even messier. The smell of pot hung in the air and on the table in front of the couch were a couple pipes and a small bong. “Have a seat wherever. I’m Kyle, Joe’s roommate.” Mark put out his hand and shook Kyle’s hand like any straight guy would. Kyle still looked stunned and pale. Mark made a mental note to himself 'It’s no longer your kid brother Joey, he’s now Joe'. “Do you want a beer?” asked Kyle as he walked to the kitchen. “Sure, thanks” Mark said as he sat down. He heard the toilet flush and the sink run a bit and out came his brother into the living room. Mark got up and met his brother and hugged him, exclaiming "Damn, it's good to see you again, Joe.” The hug lasted longer than Joe expected and Mark’s firm grip on his brothers back surprised him. Mark had never been that affectionate before. “Good to see you, man," Joe answered as Mark finally stepped back and looked his brother over and smiled. Joe was about the same height as his roommate, maybe a bit taller and more muscular. He had his hair in a short wide mohawk and had a chinstrap beard. His ears were both pierced and plugged. The t-shirt he had on was form fitting and showed his body off. The jeans he had were ripped and he was barefoot. Yeah, he was no longer a kid and is becoming his own person, thought Mark. Joe was also checking his brother. “Nice ink, Dude. Does mom know?” Joe asked. Kyle passed out the beers and they all sat down - Kyle and Joe on the couch, Mark in the chair facing them. Kyle started to pack a bowl which caused Mark to chuckle. “So Mom and Dad are pissed at me, huh?” Joe started saying. Mark laughed but knew that Joe’s statement was pretty close to the truth. “Not pissed, just worried. Do you want to talk alone or….” “Nah, Kyle’s cool and knows everything anyway” Joe replied before Mark could finish his sentence. Mark took a breath and said “So, just between the three of us, what the fuck is going on?” At that point Kyle flicked the lighter and took a big hit and passed the pipe to Joe. Joe did the same and after he exhaled the pot smoke into the air looked at Mark. “Well, I got thrown off the team for failing a drug test.” “I didn’t think they threw you off for pot. Hell, most of the guys I knew on the teams were big pot smokers when I was here. Its not really a performance enhancing drug,” Mark commented, laughing at the last part and reaching for the pipe and lighter. Mark took a hit from the bowl and finished it off, enjoying the hit as he felt it spread through his body. Putting the pipe down, he looked at Joe waiting for the rest of the truth. The pause was uncomfortable and Mark added “So what’s the part you’re not telling? I’m not gonna yell at you, I just want to know and help if I can.” Mark looked at Joe, then Kyle and back to Joe. The silence was broken by Kyle, which surprised Mark. “Tell him Joe, tell him everything. I think he’ll be cool with it.” Mark looked at Kyle and nodded, seeing a different side of the guy he had fucked earlier. Joe started to protest and Kyle looked at him sternly and said “Tell HIM”. Joe glared at Kyle with a very pissed off look. After a few moments, Joe started “oh, fuck. Here it goes. Well, I was caught fucking a couple of the other guys on the team. Uh, more than once. And it wasn’t pot that I tested positive for, it was a bunch of other drugs.” There was a pause, but before Mark could say anything, Joe continued announcing “Yeah, I’m gay. Happy? Is that what you wanted to know? Surprised? Your supposedly straight jock little brother is a fag? Yeah, I like cock. I like ass. I like getting fucked and fucking guys. I like a whole lot of shit you probably would freak out about. And before you ask, yes. Kyle is my boyfriend." After he vented, Joe just broke down and started crying as Kyle held him close. Mark let Joe get it all out. He was sick that he had just caused his brother so much pain yet strangely turned on by finding out his brother was gay too. He always had thought his brother was sexy. What were the chances that both kids from uber-straight, homophobic parents would be gay. Mark needed to let Joe know it was okay and he might as well out himself since Kyle would do it sooner or later. “Joey… uh, Joe. It's okay. Gay, straight, trans… I don’t care. You are what you are and I’ll love you just the same.” Joe looked up and wiped the tears from his face “I’m sorry if I let you down, Mark.” With that comment, Mark almost got angry. “Let me down? Don’t let me ever hear you say something like that again. Being gay is not something to be ashamed of. Its a part of who you are just like being blonde or hairy or hung. Be proud. Enjoy the sex, the friendships that you make and meeting other gay people. We have enough of a problem being persecuted by homophobic assholes that we need to stick together and support each other.” Joe looked at Mark confused. 'Did he just say we’? Joe asked himself, only to decide to voice the question: “We?” Mark smiled back at Joe “Yeah, WE. Your big brother is a homo too. Capisce? Happy?” The three of them laughed at the last word. Joe responded “Fuck yeah, I’m happy! I’ve been dreading this day for almost 10 years. I never would have thought that it would work out this good.” “Well, don’t count on mom and dad taking it as well. It may just kill them if they find out both of their kids are queer” Mark said and they all laughed. Kyle got up and grabbed a six pack out of the fridge and handed a beer to each of them. Mark toasted Joe and Kyle “To being gay” and they clinked the bottles and took a big swig. For the next couple hours they drank and smoked, revealed some of their exploits and the times they were sure they were caught by each other or their parents. Joe and Mark hadn’t been this close or opened up to each other since they were in grade school. Mark ordered a pizza as the munchies took hold and when the delivery guy showed up they laughed since all three of them had fucked the guy. As the clock tipped past 10:00 PM they ran out of beer. Mark broke the news and said “Well, I was hoping we would go out to a bar tonight and relax after our ‘meeting.’ You guys interested? And thank god we don’t have to go to a straight bar.” “Fuck yeah!” Joe and Kyle answered in unison. Joe and Kyle changed their clothes and Joe said “I know a great place to go. Its only a few blocks from here.” “Great," Mark replied, adding "But I need to piss first,” as he walked to the bathroom. He left the door open and as he finished up and turned around he saw both guys at the doorway watching. “Too bad we couldn’t see the good stuff” said Joe. The guys walked over to the club and were joking and laughing the whole way. They stood in line for a bit and when they made it to the door, the bouncer asked “Who’s your daddy, Joe?” Mark laughed and then looked at the bouncer a bit closer and chuckled saying “Don’t take shit from Tony, Joe. He’s just a big teddy bear." The bouncer, who stood 6 foot 4 inches of solid muscle, stood up and stared down at Mark. A grin immediately followed as he exclaimed “Holy Fuck! Mark! It's great to see you bud. God I miss that cock”. Tony gave Mark a big bear hug and picked him up. The rest of the people in line had prepared for a fight and were relieved to see it was just old friends. Many were laughing about Tony wanting Mark’s cock. "It must be good" said one guy. Tony finally let Mark down and stamped all three of their hands, not collecting the cover charge. “I’ll see you in a bit Mark, when I get a break” said Tony as the three guys went into the club. The music was thumping and the floor was filled with guys dancing. Most were shirtless and some were almost naked with just a jockstrap or thong. Along one side was a large bar with some tables scattered around. They filtered through the crowd and it was obvious that Joe and Kyle knew a lot of the crowd - there were a few hugs and several asses slapped. They found a table that was empty and Mark headed to the bar. There were three bartenders working and he really liked their uniforms - a black jockstrap and a pair of Chucks. It displayed their sweaty bodies nicely and gave him something to lust over while he waited. Mark noticed that each of the bartenders had dollar bills stuck through the top strap, so he wasn’t sure if that was where they stored tips or if they danced too. He didn’t have to wait too long and one of the bartenders came over and yelled “whatcha need?” Mark gazed at the guy a bit too long, taking in his tight Latino body, six pack, smooth caramel skin with several prominent tattoos and a nipple ring. He had a bit of hair on his pecs and a thicker trail down to a sizable bulge in his jockstrap. There were glow sticks wrapped around his biceps showing off the muscle. His gaze was interrupted as the bartender yelled again “WHATCHA WANT?” Embarrassed, Mark yelled back “Three shots of Patron and three PBRs.” The bartender smiled, and gave him a wink and took off to get the drinks. Mark stared at his hot ass, perfectly framed by the jock’s leg straps, as he walked away and Mark felt his cock twitch. Soon the bartender was back with the drinks on a tray - three rocks glasses with a generous shot of tequila, three limes, a salt shaker and three tall cans of Pabst. The bartender yelled out “Thirty bucks, and I need the tray back right away.” Mark peeled off a 20 and two 10s handing 30 to the bartender and then reached over and stuffed the other 10 into the pouch of his jockstrap. Grabbing the tray, he carefully headed back to the table, dropping off the drinks. Mark never cared for the tequila ritual of salt and lime, so he just grabbed the glass as Joe and Kyle licked and salted their hand. “Salut” yelled Mark and they each downed their shots. Mark collected the glasses, salt shaker and spent limes and took them back to the bar and motioned to his sexy latin bartender that he had returned the tray and glasses. The bartender blew him a kiss and Mark blew one back and went back to the table. The table always seemed to have someone stopping by to say hi and he was introduced to many guys: Tim and Brandon, CJ and Nick and Stephanie and… ugh, he would never remember them all which was okay since he would likely never see them again. Joe and Kyle asked “How about we dance?” Mark, however, replied “You can. I’ll hold down the table,” and with that Joe and Kyle were off to the dance area. Mark watched them for a while, nursing his beer and enjoying the sight of his little brother dirty dancing with his boyfriend. At one point he saw Joe slide his hand down the back of Kyle's pants and Mark laughed, wondering if his load was still inside. Suddenly Mark felt a hand on his shoulder and two beers plopped down in front of him. It was Tony. “How the fuck are you?” was Tony’s greeting. “Doing great. Just back visiting for the weekend and checking up on Joey.” Mark and Tony chatted a bit and caught up. At one point Mark mentioned that he had a hotel for the weekend and maybe Tony could stop by before he left and sample his cock one more time. Tony looked down and then moved his head next to Mark’s ear and quietly stated “I’d love to play with you, but we gotta do it covered this time. I’m poz.” Mark turned his head and grinned at Tony and privately told him “No, we don't have to cover up. I'm also poz, but keep it quiet. I don’t want Joe to know yet.” Tony immediately had his smile back and they both hugged. Tony leaned in and told Mark “I haven’t said anything to Joe about you being gay. Does he know?” “Oh yeah, he does now. It has been an interesting day.” Mark made sure that he had Tony’s current number in his phone and Tony headed back to work just as Kyle walked up dripping with sweat and his t-shirt tucked into his jeans. Mark thought 'Damn he looks so fuckable right now' and almost wanted to bend him over and breed him again. Kyle took a swig of his beer and said “Joe is talking to a bud trying to score more weed. He’ll be back in a few.” “Cool” Mark replied and added “I’m gonna take a leak. Gotta recycle this beer.” Kyle said to Mark “Why don’t you wait 'til Joe gets back. I hate standing here alone, I feel like a loser.” Mark laughed and said “Sorry, nature calls and I can’t hold it much longer. You’ll be fine.” Mark headed over to the restroom and walked in. He was amazed at how big it was. How things change in a few years. He guessed gay clubs in college towns are no longer the dives they kept hidden like when he went to school. There were plenty of urinals, several stalls, a bunch of sinks and there seemed to be two connected rooms. He saw one stall with its door open and a guy fucking another just like he was in the airport the day before. He spotted an open urinal near the end and hurried over to it, whipping out his cock and pissed like crazy. Over his shoulder he heard a bunch of guys yelling and cheering. Once he finished pissing, he stuffed his cock back in his pants, quickly rinsed off his hands, and stepped into the other room to confirm what he suspected was going on. There was a group of about a dozen guys circled tightly around a guy who was bent over getting spit roasted. Mark moved in closer and watched the guy to his right drill the bottom slut. The guys to the sides were all stroking their cocks, some blowing their loads on the slut’s back. Mark pulled his cock out and started to stroke. The guy to his left let out a “Holy fuck, this dude’s pierced.” Mark blushed as everyone looked over to see his hard cock and 0 gauge PA. The guy to Mark’s left reached over and stroked Mark’s cock, gripping it tightly, and Mark reached over and stroked the guy's cock. The guy to his right grunted, bending over the slut, slamming his cock balls-deep as he came. The guy pulled out, his cum clearly oozing out of the slut’s hole. The guy to Mark’s left nudged him over and said “I want to see you fuck this cumdump.” A few of the other men nodded, as each stroke himself. Mark moved over and rubbed some of the cum on to the head of his cock and rested the ring on the slut's hole. Pushing in, the sluts well lubed and stretched hole swallowed up his thick cock. Once he was all the way in, he started fucking for all he was worth, totally enjoying the slut's hole. The guy to his left leaned over and kissed him while pinching his nipple. His thrusts got harder and harder the more his nips were played with. He felt his balls start to tighten and then the guy twisted his nip hard. That was all it took and Mark started to flood the slut with his venom. One spurt became five, then six, then seven. The guy to his left broke the kiss and stopped the nipple play and Mark pulled his cock out of the slut. Looking down at the slut’s ass he saw some cum drip out and a birthmark on the slut's right cheek. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. Mark stuffed his cum covered cock back into his jockstrap and zipped up. He washed his hands again as his heart was racing. He headed back to the table and found Kyle there. Kyle said “You ok man? You look like you saw a ghost.” Mark said “I’m fine. I just caught my cock on my zipper.” Kyle had gotten a round of beers and Mark took a big swig. The awkward silence was broken when Mark whispered in Kyle’s ear “Let’s keep our hookup this afternoon just between the two of us for now. Okay?” Kyle quietly replied "Absolutely. Joe knows I got bred this afternoon, but I didn’t tell him it was you.” “Thanks” Mark replied as he absorbed the ramifications. About that time Joe walked up and smiled, patting his bulging pocket. “Scored some good stuff.” They finished their beers and Joe said it had been a long hard week he was beat. It was almost closing time anyway, so how about they meet tomorrow about noon. Mark agreed and they headed out of the club where Mark slapped Tony’s ass and gave him a big hug. The guys walked back to the apartment. They hugged goodbye at the building door and Mark went to his car still kind of buzzed. 'Good thing the hotel isn’t far' he thought. He pulled in to the space right by his hotel room and went inside. Stripping his clothes off, he went into the shower and rinsed off. Leaning against the wall he let the hot water run all over his body. Finally he turned the water off and dried his body off and fell into the bed. Muttering 'shit' to himself, he rolled over and soon was sound asleep.

Being a NO limits NO loads refused cumdump PIG have never had standards. Will let any hard cock ride my hungry hole. Feel honored every time any man decides to dump his load in my ass. Only ever refused on cock and that was simply because the guy really made me uncomfortable.

For me, I loved the fact that I could get many guys off. It was a added turn on when the men humiliated me, and began to spit and piss in me. I just love being used.

PART 7 About five more old men fucked me and thoroughly bred my ass that early morning after Hank unloaded inside me. When everyone was gone, I slept for a couple of hours, cum covering and leaking out my hole; my white jock torn and drenched. I took a shower in that motel room and marveled at the ache in my hole as I stood under the water. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve taken up my ass. After getting dressed, I walked out the motel door. My hole felt bruised, but I was reminded with every step of the many cocks and cum loads my hole took the night before. It’s been a week since that night and Hank hasn’t texted, and neither has Phil. So I took down my profile from the safe-sex website, and logged on to BarebackFuckers.com when I could, to see if there were any men wanting to fuck me. Many of the men who fucked me in the motel “buddied” me with messages like, “Your ass still sore, boy?” and “Can I bare fuck that perfect jock butt of yours again?” Knowing that I’d want these men again, I kept my replies short and sweet: “Yep. Still sore. Thanks” and “Yes, sir. Let’s schedule a time.” I publicly buddied these men back with the relationship designated as “Fuckbuddies” on every one. With that, it seemed, many of their top friends wanted in on breaking in my butt. Leon wrote me a message. “It’s game day, jock boy. Are you going to get in my car after your game? I’ll take you to my place where I’ll undo your pants and bend you over and bareback your hole through your jockstrap again. Leave you with another of my loads deep inside. I can drive you to your team’s bar afterwards. $1,000. You’ll have a load up your butt and wad in your pocket.” I laughed and answered the message. “Sure thing, Leon. I’m all in. $1,000. I’ll meet you at your car after the game. The coach usually gives a pep talk afterward, but it shouldn’t take too long.” It was almost 12:30 when I met up with Leon at his car. We had won, and I was eager to celebrate with Leon’s large raw cock up my butt. He unlocked the passenger’s side door and I got in. The old man immediately perved over me in my uniform. He put his hand over my crotch and felt the mound of my protective cup. He knocked on it and smiled, hearing the thud of hard plastic, before reaching into my pants to pull the cup out and throw it to the floor. As we drove, he rubbed my hard cock through the polyester/lycra baseball pants. My precum, having saturated my jock pouch, created a wet spot on the the front of my white pants. When we pulled into Leon’s garage, he closed the door and immediate put his face in my crotch. He put the wet spot on my baseball pants into his mouth and began sucking. My cockhead felt the heat of Leon’s mouth through the fabric and my cock only pushed harder against the fabric to feel Leon’s mouth. As my hardon strained against the fabric, I forced more precum into the jock pouch and pants, wanting Leon to feed off of my young sperm. But, ultimately, it wasn’t my cock that Leon wanted. “Get out and lean against the hood,” he demanded. My pants were already unsnapped and unzipped. So, I got out and leaned over the hood of the car on the passenger’s side. Leon walked around the car and positioned himself behind me. His hands explored my ass through the uniform. “Fuck, I can’t believe I get to have this ass again.” I felt Leon pull down my pants slide a finger up my hole. He pulled the finger out and heard him open a canister behind me. He inserted two fingers into my hole with something cool and slick. “That’s Crisco I’m lubing you with. That’s what we used to use in the olden days.” He worked his fingers inside me for about a minute before withdrawing. “Your butt looks amazing in a jock. And that hole—that perfect, pink hole of yours. I’ll bet it’s pink, tight and happy because it’s still neg. But, you want my cock bad, don’t you, boy?” Leon put a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to breathe in. As I did, Leon talked some more. “Yeah, that’s right my MVP shortstop. You want nothing more than for old Leon to fuck his poz pole into your neg jock hole, don’t you?” The poppers might be something special because I was flying in no time. “Yes, sir.” “Say you want my poz cock.” “I want it. I want your poz cock inside me.” He held the poppers under my nose longer. “Do you want me to put on a rubber? That could be fun.” I thought: But, the Crisco would break the condom. Ohhhh! Leon wants to “stealth” me. Flying on poppers, I managed to say, “Fuck my hole, Leon! Make sure to put on a condom. I’m neg!” “That’s what I like to hear. Hot neg jock boys who want poz daddies to lube them up and put on condoms.” I could hear a condom being taken out of its package. A few seconds later, I could feel Leon’s latex sheathed cock rubbing my hole. He took my hand and forced me to fell the rubber on his cock. “See! All safe.” He slammed it against my hole a few times then entered it, roughly. He pushed all the way into me to bottom out in my guts. “Ahhhhh!” I yelled. Leon once again pushed my head down onto the hood of the car as he mounted my hole. “FUUUUCK that’s big!” “Just wait a bit, Adam, you’ll loosen up for me.” Leon then started long-dicking me with his massive meat. “Stay still and let daddy fuck up that cute boy hole. Hit the poppers again if you need to. I’m taking this hole.” “Fuck!” I grabbed the brown bottle again and hit off it until my whole body tingled with warmth. I could feel Leon ram fucking my ass with his giant cock, but it didn’t hurt so much now. He fucked me like that for 10 minutes, deep drilling me, pushing my legs farther apart to the point that I heard my uniform pants zipper stretch and rip between my knees. Fuck this is hot! Leon pulled out a few times to punch my hole with his cockhead as he reentered me, grunting. He kept his hand on the back of my neck as he fucked me. “Stay still, boy, while I fuck you. I want to bruise up that pink hole of yours so that you’ll feel me all week.” He continued using his cockhead to bust my hole open roughly. I could sense Leon getting close as his grip on the nape of my neck tightened. I used my ass muscles to try to get more of his cock inside me. I heard a snap. “Adam. You’re neg, right?” “Yes, sir” Leon pulled out for a few seconds, doing something with the rubber and pushed back in with a grunt. “Okay, I’m close.” Leon began fucking me hard and fast. “But the condom fucking broke, kid. Sorry, but you gave me this sweet jock ass to use! I’m fucking you raw now. No rubber between us. No safety. You feel my bare cock inside you, Adam? You like it, don’t you!” “Fuck!” “So fuckin hot! I’m gonna fucking charge your hole, Adam.” I struggled under his strong arm but not a lot. I continued to milk his cock with my ass muscles trying to get him to unload. “I’m gonna fucking unload my poz nut up your neg butt, jock boy! BE STILL!” Leon bucked hard into my ass and I soon felt his cock swell and a powerful burst of hot fluid flood me. “MMMnd! Yeah, boy! Take that poz load up that sweet pink hole.” Again more volleys of Leon’s poz cum shot deep inside my rectum. Leon had my head pushed down hard again the hood as he finished off and slipped out of my hole. “Fuck yeah, boy! You took my load like a pro. Get in the car.” I turned around and saw Leon’s major piece of daddy meat covered in Crisco and cum. The broken condom was just a rolled ring of latex at the bottom Leon’s shaft. I pulled up my pants, tucked in my jersey and rebelted my softball uniform and got back into the passenger’s seat. Without cleaning up or removing the condom, Leon pulled up his pants, tucked and buckled, and got into the driver’s seat. Leon gave me one thousand dollars in an envelope and dropped me off at the bar where my team celebrates their wins. “Till next time, boy?” he asked while checking out some of my drunk teammates. “Any time, sir.”

if i didnt have a huge important meeting tomorrow at work id be there in an instant.

PART 10 – DALTON THE SLAMPIG I pulled the plunger back, and Dalton’s rig turned deep crimson. “I’m getting a register,” I explained. “When the rig goes red like that, you know the needle is right where it belongs—in your bloodstream. OK, buddy: are you ready for this?” “No,” he said with a quiet whimper. “Too fuckin’ bad. I’m gonna push this payload into your vein now, buddy—tell me if it stings, OK?” I love the ritual of slamming: plunging the meth into the vein, sliding the needle out, unstrapping the bicep, and running my tongue across the injection site. Dalton’s first slam was small—just a 0.2—but he still coughed, and his chest heaved as each dark wave of slam-hunger swept over him. I immediately buried my face in his fuckhole, spreading his jockbutt and pushing my tongue as deep as I could, feeling the heat of the slam as it radiated through his insides. “Jesus. Fuck.” He said between deep, heaving breaths. “What the fuck. Are you doing.” I pulled my face away from his pulsing hole just long enough to reply. “I’m eating this hungry little pussy, that’s what.” “It’s. Fucking. Weird. I don’t. Like it.” “Yeah? Then what’s happening here?” I took a break from eating his hole to grab his cock and give it a little shake, sending beads of precum in every direction. I scooped up as much of that jizz as I could, mixing it with a handful of our Tina-laced lube and pushing three of my slicked-up fingers into his hole. He made no effort to resist this time: his guttural moans, loud and unapologetic, kept time with each thrust of my fingers. Then, without warning, I pulled out, and he practically squealed from the sudden emptiness in his fuckhole. I was leaning over him, staring down into his eyes, and he looked back at me in quiet desperation. “Do you want something, buddy?” I asked, letting the tips of my fingers brush against his slammed-up cunt. “I can’t read your mind, slampig. Tell me what you want.” “I want—um—“ “Tell me what you want, slampig.” “I, um, want your fingers.” “You do?” “Yes. Please.” “OK, but you need to do something for me first.” “Tell me. Please.” “Repeat after me: ‘I’m a hungry fucking faggot.’” “Um—“ “Say it, faggot.” “Dude. No.” “No?” “No. I’m not a fuckin’ faggot.” “Then no more fuckin’ fingers, buddy.” “Dude! Please!” “Then repeat after me, you fuckin’ lil' bitch: ‘I’m a hungry fucking faggot.’” “No, motherfucker. I’m not a fag.” I turned to Jesse. “OK, we need to step this up a few notches. You have that second slam?” He nodded, then flashed an evil grin. “This one’s…a little bigger. Can I administer this time?” “Fuck yeah,” I replied. “I’ll just keep teasing this faggot’s cunt while you plunge some more meth into his vein.” Jesse went right to work. He tied the strap to Dalton’s bicep, inserted the needle, pulled back a dark-red plume of blood, and pushed a fat 0.4 hit into Neighbor Boy’s bloodstream. This time, Dalton erupted in an extended coughing fit, his chest heaving massively as Brian played with our brand-new slampig’s rock-hard nips. “This kid’s so high he’s fuckin’ cross-eyed,” my husband said with an approving growl. Meanwhile, I began smacking the head of my raw cock against Dalton’s pulsing, spasming, slammed-up hole. “You need something in your ass, buddy?” I asked, my dick tracking a wide circle around his aching cunt. “Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Then you know what to say.” He looked at me for a moment, his eyes nothing but pitch-black pupils. I gave him a little nod. “You can do it, buddy. Tell me what you are.” "I'm—um—" "What are you?" “Dude, I’m a hungry fuckin’ faggot.” “Good boy.” “Please feed this faggot. Please.” “You want some dick in your pussy, you fuckin’ slammed-up faggot chemwhore?” “Yes I do. I want as much fuckin’ dick as I can get. Please. Fuck me. Fuck this faggot.” “Say, ‘Please, Daddy, fuck my faggot pussy.’” “Please, Daddy, please, please, please fuck my faggot pussy.” “Are you gonna be a good boy tonight?” “Yes, Daddy.” “If you’re a good boy, then you’ll earn another slam. Would you like that?” “Fuck yes, Daddy. I want to earn another slam. ” “If you're a good faggot, you’ll get everything you want, and more. I promise.” “I want to be a good faggot, Daddy.” “You already are, boy.” And with that, I shoved my poz dick into the warmth and hunger of Dalton’s slammed-up hole.

Have been sexually active since jr high/7th grade and while not a chaser per se, was always Poz friendly...I had plenty of anon bareback sex. Most of the time it was status "dont ask dont tell" but if it was disclosed and a guy knew he was Poz I would use a rubber. I would go thru cycles where I would be horned 24/7 and then go weeks/months where I couldnt even get hard no matter how much porn etc I would watch. Then I converted. After the initial shock wore of my sex drive returned full force and have been horned 24/7 for the past 5 years. Crave cum. NO load or cock refused in my fuckhole. But in order of preference 1) Toxic Poz 2) UnDetactable Pos (unPoz). 3) Unknown. 4) Neg Even after being bred and even cumming myself I am back online looking for the next cock/load

(Interlude: Frederico) I got called up by my fuckbuddy David to entertain some snobby top guy at his house tonight. I met David, John and Jorge a couple of years ago when I was on vacation down in a nude resort. I was only 23 at the time, incredibly shy, safe-sex only. At first we only chatted it up, went out to dinner a few times, just kind of got to know and like the guys personality-wise. Then I remember walking out of my room one day to see this young guy about my age bouncing on David's cock in the patio area. Turned on I walked around and was shocked to notice that there was no condom between them. While I stared wide-eyed, John came up from behind and started to message my shoulders and before I knew it I was bent over a patio chair taking loads from a string of guys whose faces I couldn't see. It was the hottest afternoon of my life. In particular I remember David walking up to me as I was bent over and kissing me, soothing me, making it feel like it was all going to be okay. I wouldn't say either of us fell in love or any of that other cliche crap, but we did form a bit of a bond that day that has persisted. We still call each other up from time to time, and I like topping him as much as taking his dick, which he doesn't get as much of as he needs. And while I'm probably way too young to be counted as one of their "daddy club" members, I consider myself an honorary accessory to many of their conquests. You see, each of the men is actually quite different once you get to know them. For John, it's all about straight-up domination. Twink is coming down off drugs and isn't in the mood to get fucked? Fill him up with more drugs and fuck him. Problem, solution. For Jorge it's all some sort of elaborate seduction. He likes his conquests to fall in love with him, then make them realize that what they loved was the freedom and the sexual liberty he gave them. But David is different. For David, he views it as kind of a transformation of a boy into what he truly is. He particularly loves taking stuck up, deeply repressed boys and turning them into the cock- and ass- craving men they were meant to be. I guess that's why I like him. His agenda is about making people into who they truly are. As for me? I'm not all that deep, I suppose. I like sex, and I like drugs, I don't feel much need to apologize for either. Unlike a lot of boys my age, I know how to handle my drugs, too. No more than once a week, never get so high I lose control, etc. I guess that's a gift of sorts. I actually hadn't had any real fun for a couple of weeks (or maybe over a month? God, was I getting boring?) Anyways, David texted me to come over and show this top guy the full treatment. That wasn't all that usual, actually. "The light treatment" meant standard seduction and mild depravity. That meant David was saving the best for himself, which was fine. "The usual treatment" meant bareback top and bottoming, some drugs, basically opening a boy up. "The full treatment" was code red. It meant ruin the bitch. It meant tonight I was the Picasso of fucking this kid up. Like any good artist, I gathered my tools and went to work. When I arrived at his place, I locked the door behind me and headed down to his playroom. The guy handcuffed to his bench was fucking ripped, with a dick that looked like it was probably formidable when stiff. He was also completely passed out. I opened up the bag I had brought with me and pulled out a needle and tourniquette. Sometimes David called me "the alchemist" because I had some really niche party drugs at my disposal, based partly on the connections I had made since my own conversion and partly on my own chemistry background. This one I called "Spin the Top," because it was a homebrew that typically had the effect of keeping someone hard while also making them desperately horny and usually piggish. This one had a little extra added to it: my own poz blood. Top boy was getting knocked up tonight, in more than one way. I did the work of injecting him while he slept, clearing out the tourniquette and putting the bag in a corner before unhandcuffing him and moving him towards the corner that was the open shower. After a quick douche and rinse of him, I dropped him on the wrestling matt, stripped off my own clothes and proceeded to fuck his ass with abandon. While I was doing this, I filmed most of it. At a few points he roused almost to consciousness in spite of the drugs. I would ask him if he liked it, how good it felt, etc. He would usually say, "Yeah," or something equally nondescript. Just enough to make anyone watching think he was a willing participant. It didn't take me long to drop my load in his ass, zooming in on the cum dripping out of him while he unconsciously squirmed about, which made it that much hotter. Then I carried him back over to the bench and bent him over on top of it. Still hard because of the drugs I had taken, I pushed inside him again, this time eliciting a moan of pain from him as he seemed to become more conscious. Holding myself there, I let out a wicked stream of piss inside his colon, flooding his insides to the point I thought he would be coughing some of it out. While I was doing this, David poked his head in the door and gave me a big, shit-eating grin before heading back upstairs to entertain his twink. When I finished, I rinsed David off before bending him over the bench again and adding a second load to his ass. This time it only took a minute or two; I was super worked up at what I was doing to this "top" and eager to get things moving. Using one of David's butt plugs to stop up Rick's ass and make sure my second load got planted, I then handcuffed him to the bench, arms and legs. I included some rope around his waise and thighs so he couldn't really move at all. By now he was starting to drift slowly towards consciousness. That was good, because the next part was going to hurt. I pulled out a portable tattoo needle from my bag, plugged into a power outlet at one end of the wall and went to work on a big, bold biohazard tat below his navel. Bitch would never have sex again without him and his partner thinking about it. Halfway through it he woke up fully and started trying to struggle. Fortunately my previous drugs had paid off and he was stiff as a plank, dick sticking straight up in the air, so I lubed him up and sat on it for him. Initially he was trying to shout and protest, so I pulled out a gag from my bag and shut him up before riding his dick again. Pretty soon you could see the fight leave his body as his testosterone overcame his outrage, and he starting trying to thrust against me. Of course he couldn't because of how secure I had tied him down, but it was nice to know I had won him over to my team in more way than one. Pretty soon I felt him tense, and I could feel his cum shooting into my ass before seeping down and running over his dick below me. Too fucking bad I couldn't have a camera from that angle. That's when I heard the door behind me open again, and I turned my head to see David in sweats and the twink in a jock staring in to us. I made sure to give them a good view of Rick's cum as it seeped out of me and down onto him. David remarked that it looked like he (I didn't know which one of us) was having fun, and the kid said, "hot." Then they left us alone again. Rick seemed pretty awake by now, so I gave him a different shot this time, one to calm him down and maybe make him go to sleep. He drifted in and out of bliss while I finished the tattoo on his stomach and, admiring my handiwork, was just about to leave when I heard a phone vibrate. It wasn't mine, so I checked the jeans crumpled up against one wall only to find that Rick had just been sent a video of someone, I'm guessing his boyfriend, getting gangfucked and begging for strangers' cum at the resort. This was a pretty damn hot video, I have to say. So instead of leaving straight away, I used my knowhow of David's equipment to set up a feed of the video on the big screen in the dungeon. The video had two parts: one of Rick getting fucked and filled by me, and the other of his boyfriend getting gangbanged in the resort. I figured that would be a nice sort of thing to wake up to. I texted David that he had one fucked up boy to return home to, and to call me if he needed me. Then I put on my clothes, packed my bag up and left him to his fate, tied up and asleep.

I actually just spoke to my doctor the other day about my risk for anal cancer. I was concerned because I had had a flare up of warts around and in my anus (small ones, hardly noticeable). I had used Aldara cream on them and they cleared up nicely. I asked him for an anal pap and he said that I couldn't get one. I live in NZ where procedures have to be approved by the health board before they are subsidized by the government. There just isn't enough empirical evidence to suggest that getting anal paps reduce cancer risk. Part of the reason for this, as my doctor explained, is that a pap can come back as 'abnormal' when the HPV virus is detected, even though there's no pre-cancerous growth. The current practice is to then burn off warts, which is very damaging to the anus, even though they may not be cancerous. He said that a digital rectal exam is sufficient to test for lumps and bumps inside the anus that may need to be biopsied. I called the American Cancer Society's free hotline to get a second opinion and the specialist there concurred with my doctor, that there really isn't enough evidence to show that a pap is useful except to show that you have HPV or warts and may be susceptible to anal cancer. The advice I received mirrors my own experience with HPV. I've had two outbreaks of warts since I tested HIV+ in 2006. During my first outbreak I had an anal pap that came back abnormal and a proctologist suggested I get them burned off. He gave me the option to wait and see, and that's what I did. An anal pap I had a few years later came back normal. So, it seems that HPV is a condition that can come and go, just as my doctor here in NZ explained to me, and its presence doesn't necessarily mean cancer. It's important to be cognizant of what's going on around your anus and get any abnormalities checked out. Even if it makes you uncomfortable. In the United States medical care is for profit, so the more procedures they can do to you, the more they can bill your insurance. Sometimes that motive comes into conflict with doing what's really best or most effective for the patient. As far as other STD's are concerned, just get checked up regularly, every 3 months if you're barebacking a lot. A lot of the reasons why STIs turn into horror stories is because people are too embarrassed to get checked up regularly, especially when testing positive for an STI usually comes with a healthy dose of slut shaming and condom preaching. That's why it's also important to find a doctor who understands gay men's health issues. It's also important to look at your overall health. Eat properly, exercise, stay away from drugs and tobacco. And for God's sake stop consuming so much added sugar!

Every now and then I come across an image which makes me stop. Like this one… I'd love a fuckboy/slave to have around the house. That way I'd never waste a load - when I'm horny I'd fuck him and he'd take my load. I could whore him out to other tops, take him to sex parties, etc. Anyway, that pic sorta embodies my ideal fuck boy. There's a vacant look in his eyes - like he's been around the block many times to the point that he's lost count of the guys who've used him and bred him - like he's lived the past few years in a brothel. That means he's compliant - I love compliant bottoms. And he looks skinny enough to be "tossable" in bed - so you could get him just like you want him. And his big uncut dick just makes him look like he was made for sex. Too bad you can't see his hole in the pic - I bet it looks like it's seen a lot of use, despite his young age. Anyway, the pic got my imagination flowing. Anyone else think he's particularly hot?

This story is outstanding and I really look forward to the next chapter

In general, it's mostly about the size and shape of a bottom's holes that turn this DADDY on.. how deep can he take my cock in his suck-hole and how tight is his fuck-hole... if we are going to get into kinky stuff like bondage,spank and cbtt, then its more about how the bottom gets turned on when DAD ties his little pee-pee and baby-balls up and how he whines and moans when I take a strap to them... its all about his response to my use that counts, but in general, a small dicked sub is hot since he will always stare in envy at DAD's fat cut 7 incher w/ its gaping piss slit that he needs to keep clean w/ his tongue and how tight his throat is as the mushroom head invades him, gaggs him and evnetually cuts off his air as DAD demands more amd more sucking... fucking a boy that barely has any man-meat is good for lots of verbal abuse, and as stated above, reminds him of his place in the PECKER-ORDER!!!