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True story from this past summer. I was staying at a guest house in Provincetown in June. I’d stayed in the same guesthouse a few times, and booked a room that had an outside entrance off the deck. Easier than walking through the guesthouse every time. June is pre-season, so there are a lot of guys around, but town isn’t overly busy. My first full day turned out to be pouring rain, and I was feeling disappointed and horny. I chatted with a few guests downstairs while I grabbed some yogurt and juice, then headed to Joe’s Coffee for a breakfast sandwich. All the while I had my apps open and was cruising. A few familiar faces from years past were on, and one older guy I’d chatted with at the guesthouse that morning. He didn’t really hold my attention (out of shape, and didn’t give off a lot of energy), though he quickly sent 3 messages on Scruff after I left. I heard from a few guys in varying states of readiness to play. Most were still “waking up” and wouldn't be available for awhile. I decided to hit the gym for an hour. As I was leaving the gym, it was still raining. One of the guys I’d chatted online said he was ready to meet if I could host. I checked out his pics. Mid40s with an average, lean body, dark hair and nice beard, and an impressive looking cock. I told him where to find me. He told me to have just a jockstrap on when he arrived. About 15 minutes later, I saw him coming up the steps onto the deck. I took a quick hit of poppers to get me going, just as he showed up at my door. He was easily 15 years older than in his pics, his skin weathered and his beard longer and stragglier than I like. I hesitated and was about to say I didn't think it was going to happen when he pulled out his cock. It was an easy 7 inches, swollen with a nice head and thick shaft, and a silver cockring at its base. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. With a hand on back on my head, he fed me his cock. After a couple minutes, he fed me a hit of poppers, and pushed his dick back into my mouth. Now my blood was pumping and I started sucking him voraciously. He leaned over my back, driving his dick all the way into my mouth so I choked, and pushed two wet fingers into my hole. He repositioned himself so he had better access to my ass, turning my head to the side and pushing me down on all fours on the floor. He had me take a long hit of poppers, and began working 3 fingers into my ass. My piggish side was being activated, and I was offering both holes for him to use. He was stretching my ass with his fingers, probing deep and pushing his fingers apart to relax The sphincter. “Get on the bed, on your back, ass hanging off the edge.” I assumed the position, taking a moment to take two long drags of poppers. I held those drags in my lungs, leaned back on the bed and brought my knees to my chest, letting the chems absorb slowly, and exhaled just as he stepped up to my exposed hole. I felt the warmth of his cock pushing against my hole as the rush of the poppers hit me. I felt his hot shaft pushing inside my prepped hole, stretching it wider than his fingers did. I felt that hardness slide all the way inside, and he held it there as we both groaned. He began fucking me with his raw cock, long, deep strokes that had me moaning. His balls slapped my ass and I could hear the bed squeaking with his deep thrusts. I was caught up in the moment, grunting as this stranger pounded my open hole. He grabbed by ankles and pushed my legs wider apart, watching his own cock pierce my ass. He fucked me for awhile, pulling out just a few times to dive back in again and make me groan with the girthy penetration. I fuck’n loved it! “Where do you want this load?” ”In my ass!” He kept pumping away, that thick dick feeling amazing inside me. He thrust a little faster, then harder, and he rolled his head back when his thrusts became really hard, deliberate, and he paused at the end of each thrusts for a moment. He kinda grunted and gasped a few times in these pump-and-hold combinations. I knew I was being bred! He quickly pulled out, and I could feel some of his cum around my hole. He wiped off his cock on a towel, then dressed, said thanks, and walked back out onto the deck in the rain. He didn’t bother asking me if I wanted to cum. I laid on the bed for a few minutes, feeling my really wet hole and coming down from the fuck haze I’d been in. I stroked my dick, but was still super horny and knew I was a long ways from coming on my own. After a few minutes, I threw on a loose pair of shorts, grabbed by phone, and headed down to the common room to see if there were any snacks. I saw a dozen more messages, with 2 new ones on BBRTS (which had been silent all morning). Sure enough, it was the older guy staying in my guesthouse; he’d figured out my profile based on distance and description (I only show my ass in the public profile). He’d unlocked his pics, and sent his room number. I was still feeling poppered up and horny, and he actually had a really hot looking cock. Without thinking much more about it, I walked up the other set of stairs and started looking for his room number. I found it on the third floor, where is was feeling stuffy and hot, despite the rainy weather. His door was actually open, and he was sitting in a chair inside. Seeing me, he started rubbing his crotch. He stood up, pushed a bottle of poppers under my nose, and told me to whiff (he’d obviously read by profile). As my head started to swim again, I just dropped the baggy shorts, got on all fours on his bed, and offered my ass. I heard him fumbling in a drawer, and then the pumping sound of a lube bottle. Shortly thereafter, his fingers probed my hole, seemingly to find the target, and then he slid inside. It was a rough fuck — the type you get when someone finally gets the piece of ass he’s been wanting. I felt like a total pig, and he was reaping the benefits of it. He pounded away at my hole, and I started getting verbal to egg him on. Finally I told him, “I want your load in my ass.” He bred me pretty quickly after that. I could hear him panting heavy, and I was reminded how out of shape this guy was. He was holding onto my hips as he plugged away until he unloaded. I didn’t stick around, but pulled on my shorts, thanked him, and walked back across the guest house in just my shorts. My ass was totally wet, and I was feeling both piggish and kinda hot walking by a few other guests after having been bred by both guys. 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Still a little new to all of this, so sorry if the story sucks. But its something I fantasize about so here it is. Cole had a very high sex drive and was usually a top. He is also very inexperenced when it comes to sex as he has only had sex with his boyfriend. This day how ever his boyfriend was in a rush and wanted to have a quickie with Cole on bottom. He quickly slid in using only spit and came deep inside of Cole very fast loading him up, giving him a kiss, and walking out the door. Cole was not satisfied at all by this. He was still feeling extremely horny. So he decided to be a little adventurous and checked around online for hookup sites. Eventually, he discovered that Craigslist has ads for just that and found one of a bottom cumdump listing a blackroom - just walk in, dump a load, and leave. This turned Cole on big time so he messaged and got the address. This of course being his first time with another person, he grabbed some condoms and headed over. When he got there he was extremely nervous but even more horny. He walked in the door and was surprised to see a few guys already pounding the bottom. This turned him on more than he had ever been. He dropped his pants and put his condom on excited for his turn. After a few grunts and hearing the current top saying to take his load Cole quickly moved into position cutting in line though he didnt realize it. He lined up and went in all in one thrust. He was surprised how easy it was and how slick the bottom was. He was loving every second and got so into it that he bent over wraping his arms around the bottom pounding harder and harder. Unfortunately he didn't notice this revealed his boyfriends cum which was now leaking out of his hole. The other tops didn't either that is until another guy walked in and light filled the room for a brief second. The man next in line just so happen to see so he decided since it should have been his turn now anyways he was gonna get his load into someone. He lined up his precum-covered cock to Cole’s hole and during Cole's outward thrust pushed the head straight in with nothing but cum as lube. This surprised Cole and brought him back to reality. "Hey I'm not a bottom - top only man," Cole said. "Okay okay! I'm just trying to stay hard and since you cut me in line. I figured its only right." "No man, I'm sorry im not a bottom." "Well what if I just use the tip until your done?" Cole thought for a second and agreed but only if he wore a condom and went back to fucking the bottom. The guy walked over to grab a condom when the newest guy whispered, "Who does that prick think he is cutting and then giving demands? Here just open the rubber and pretend to put it on he wont notice." So the guy did just that which made him leak a shit ton of precum which he used as more lube and poked his tip back into Cole's ass. He let out a moan as Cole worked the bottoms hole and his raw cock head. After about 5 min of this the guy couldn't take it anymore and started pushing deeper. When Cole tried to stop him the second guy grabed him from the side holding him down and covering his mouth. "He isnt going anywhere. Load the bitch up!" "Oh hell yeah," the guy said and went balls deep forcing Cole to let out a muffled screem as he came from the excitment tensing his ass and filling his condom. This only made his rapist fuck even harder "Fuck yeah, I'm about to cum and add to your already filled hole! Fuck yeah, dont think I don't know you’re cock slut. Let me give you what all cock sluts want - my charged up load! Here you go! Ahhhhh fuck yeah, take my seed!" And with that he pulled out. The second guy let go of Cole "Dude, what the fuck? I told you I didn't want to bottom," Cole started to yell at the first guy. The bottom who was turned on with a raging hard on flipped over to see what was going on. The second guy grabbed Cole and shoved his face into the bottoms crotch. "Shut up and suck that dick, cock slut! We aren’t done yet. There's still more guys to satisfy! Im about to show you how a real man fucks!" He shoved his full thick raw 8 inches balls deep in one thrust. "We’re gonna turn you into a real cumdump"

I appreciate the comments. Thanks! ---------------------- Part 23 - The Receiver Joe walked up to the ATM and got some cash out. Looking at the balance, he said to himself “I guess I am going to have to turn some tricks and make some money.” He walked into the apartment and picked up his laptop. He logged in to an escort site he used and made a few changes to his ad and reactivated it, but didn’t state his new HIV status. It pained him when he put “Safe or BB” in. He hadn’t used a condom in years, but he figured it would give him a bigger customer base. He opened a new browser window and logged into Craigslist and re-posted the ad he usually used titled “Looking for Generou$ tops or bottoms”, making similar changes. He smoked a bowl and started to study. Joe was alone in the apartment. Kyle was at the library doing research with his team for one of his classes and he hadn’t seen Steven all day. Late in the evening his phone buzzed. It was a response from his Craigslist ad. “Yo, dude. I hired u a few times b4. Horny n need some dick n ass. u free tonite? same $?” Attached was a pic and he remembered the guy well. He was a wide receiver on the football team. Terrence. He was a tall black guy with a lithe chocolate skinned body that he liked to show off. Every time Joe saw him he had another tattoo. He had that balance between muscled and flexible that made him perfect for his football position and also for fucking. And he was hung - eight and a half inches of thick uncut cock that Joe really enjoyed. The guy was bi, but no one knew, and had been in the newspaper about his issues with women. Joe knew he liked his sex rough and assumed that he crossed the line with many of his female partners. Joe, on the other hand liked it rough, especially if they were paying. But Terrence also had a tender side to him after sex, where he wanted to cuddle and make out after a hard fuck. The best part was that the guy was versatile and loved to flip fuck. Joe had a dilemma. He didn’t want to end up on the front page of the newspaper as the guy that infected the star football player of the university’s team, but this guy was a great fuck and had no problem paying Joe to keep his need for gay sex quiet. Joe sent back a reply “I’m free the rest of tonite. Have HIV now, need to fuck covered. $ame. Your place?” He wasn’t sure he should put the last part, since he figured once the guy saw HIV he wouldn’t be interested. Five minutes later he got a reply “np, no condoms. same place. 9pm.” Joe smiled and headed into the shower. While taking the shower he wondered “Did he mean he didn’t have any condoms or he wanted to fuck raw?” He grabbed a few things and tossed them in the gym bag he used when escorting. He kept the bag stocked and ready for his next escorting gig. It had a few toys in it, a blindfold, some rope, lube, a jar of elbow grease, poppers and box of tampered condoms. He also grabbed the box of condoms that Mark had brought over the day he gave HIV tests to him and Kyle. Joe drove over to the apartment building the football player lived in. It was a really nice building with a doorman, probably paid for by the athletic department or from one of the team’s doners. He had been here several times before and knew the drill - check in with the doorman, wait for the ok and then go up the elevator to the top floor. He handed the doorman his fake drivers license that he used when escorting - “Dave Stillman”. Terrence knew Joe’s real name from the times they ran into each other in the locker room that the teams shared, and also his escort name. The doorman got the ok from Terrence and Joe was knocking at the door in a minute. The door opened and Terrence stood there, completely naked, his cock hanging low and getting hard. As Joe walked in, Terrence gave him a big hug and said “Damn I missed you. Thought you had had stopped selling that hot ass of yours.” “Yeah, things have been a bit crazy lately” Joe said as the hug finally ended and they walked into the apartment. Joe dropped his bag and started to take his clothes off. “Poz, huh? How long?” Terrence asked. “I found out a couple weeks ago. I brought some rubbers” said Joe. “Fuck no, I only fuck raw and I ain’t gonna stop now. That ass of yours is even hotter now” Terrence said and laughed. “You’re the customer” Joe said, getting more turned on. He dropped his shorts and was standing there in just his red jockstrap and he bent over to get the lube out of his bag. Terrence ran his fingers between his ass cheeks and Joe moaned. As he stood up, Terrence handed him a wad of bills, obviously more than his normal one hour rate. Joe looked at him quizzically. Smiling, Terrence explained “I’m fuckin’ horny and you’re gonna be here a couple hours. After i knocked up that last ho, the coaches won’t let me fuck any bitches until after the season.” Joe smiled and kneeled down and started to suck the monster cock that kept getting longer. He licked and sucked, digging his tongue under the foreskin. He remembered it took a while to open his throat up enough to take it all the way down, but Terrence kept pushing it deeper. Terrence grabbed his head and started to fuck his face, forcing his thick cock into Joe’s throat. Joe was covering the shaft with spit and throat slime. Occasionally he would scrape his teeth along the cock as he pulled back, something Terrence loved. Several minutes later, Terrence shoved his cock in and held it deep in Joes throat. Joe massaged his cock with his throat muscles and then realized he wasn’t letting up. Unable to breathe, Joe started to panic. He tried to pull back, but Terrence just pushed his head down harder. His body started to spasm and then he started to get light headed. Right before he thought he was going to pass out, Terrence pushed him off his cock and shoved him to the couch. Joe was gasping for air as he knelt down on the sofa, facing the wall. Terrence’s tongue poked into his hole and he began to rim him. Joe went from panic to ecstasy in a few short seconds. Terrence added a finger, then two, next to his tongue, opening up Joe’s hole. He felt a hard slap on his ass as Terrence grunted “Ready, whore?” Joe felt the head of Terrence’s cock on his hole and he pushed back, preparing for the penetration. The pressure got greater and he relaxed to let the big cock into him. Once the head got inside, Terrence kept pushing until the shaft was poking at Joe’s inner ring. One hard thrust and Terrence was through and waves of pain and pleasure ripped through Joe’s body. Pulling back, Terrence began to assault Joe’s hole. The pace varied from fast to slow, gentle to rough. Terrence always had stamina, Joe remembered. Joe got flipped over on to his back, without Terrence’s cock coming out of him. The pounding resumed and he got to look at the stud fucking him instead of a wall. Suddenly Joe felt Terrence slam into him, ripping past the inner ring and his cock began to pulse. The shots of cum didn’t seem to end and a warmth filled Joe. Terrence leaned forward and kissed Joe as the last spurts of cum filled his belly. They laid there for a minute as the adrenaline faded and Terrence pulled his cock out of Joe’s throbbing hole. As usual for his fucks with Terrence, they laid on the couch making out after sex. There was lots of kissing and feeling each other’s bodies and Joe felt the cum dripping out of his gaping ass. Terrence stopped kissing him and held his head saying “I want you to fuck me now. I need that poz cock inside me.” Joe’s jaw dropped and he replied “Dude, I can’t do that. I’m really toxic and you’ll get pozzed up.” “I want it. My uncle is poz and he’s the one that showed me how good sex with men could be. He won’t fuck me anymore since I’m not poz” said Terrence. “Shit, uh, I don’t think I should…” Joe said as his mind raced. “Look fucker, I’m paying you and you’re gonna do what I say. Now get that dick hard and fuck me” yelled Terrence. In all the times he had been with Terrence, he had never gotten violent or even raised his voice. Joe was really turned on by being told to poz fuck a neg guy. He took a breath and pushed Terrence’s muscular legs up and curled him up, so his ass was in the air. Terrence held his body there as Joe pulled his hard cock out of the pouch of the jockstrap and stroked it while starting to rim Terrence’s hole. He knew Terrence would be tight, since he was probably the last guy to fuck him a few months earlier. Once his hole was covered in spit he reached for the lube and pushed some lube inside the jock’s hole. He finger fucked Terrence until he felt the ring loosen a bit. His hole was warm and velvety inside and unprepared for the onslaught that was about to happen. He finger fucked him a bit longer, adding two and then three fingers in. His fingernails scraped as he twisted his fingers around his hole. Joe was trying to decide what position to fuck him in - he was already on his back and that would be easy and he could see Terrence’s face as he pumped his toxic seed inside, but he knew that Terrence liked getting fucked doggy style so Joe could get good leverage and pound him hard. Joe rolled Terrence back down on the couch and then turned him so he was on his knees facing the wall. “You really want this?” he asked Terrence sternly. “Yeah, fuckin’ breed my hole and knock me up like a bitch” Terrence replied. Joe rested his cock against the jock’s neg hole, the piercing laying on the ring, as some precum dripped into the hole. He put his hand over Terrence’s mouth and shoved his cock in. His hand only partially muffled the scream from Terrence. Once his cock was fully planted inside, he leaned forward and said “Yeah, you’re gonna become my poz bitch now. You wanna be a poz boi? I’m gonna make sure it happens. I’m gonna keep fucking you until your body gives up the fight and the bug takes over. It’s gonna be my bug that haunts you for the rest of your life.” Joe started to pound Terrence just like Terrence had done to him so many times. Joe felt his PA drag along the walls of Terrence’s fuck chute. He would jab and shove in different directions trying to make sure that his toxic precum coated everything. He pulled out and looked at his cock and didn’t see much red, so he rammed back in and drilled the tight hole some more. Soon he was pistoning his cock in and all the way out before jamming back in. The head of his cock started to hurt from the PA getting tugged and pushed with each thrust. He went back to hard fucks with his cock staying inside the battered hole with each stroke being harder than the last. He looked down and watched his poz cock thrust in and out of Terrence’s hole and marveled at the contrast of his pale cock against Terrence’s darker ass. Finally he couldn’t hold back and felt the constant drip of precum being replaced with gushes of virus filled cum shooting into Terrence’s cunt. He pushed deep, hoping his bug was seeping into the football player’s body. Terrence let out a moan as he felt the cum flood his guts. Resting on Terrence’s back Joe pumped his cock in a few more times and stopped. “You got more, dude?” asked Terrence. A smile came over Joe’s face and he said back “oh yeah.” Slowly Joe started fucking again and looked down to see some cum escaping Terrence’s ass and making a frothy pink ring around his cock. This was going to be a quicker fuck but just as brutal. He drilled the no longer tight jock ass, slapping it occasionally. His balls tightened up and he thrusted in a few more times before his balls delivered another round of buggy sperm inside Terrence’s pussy. He tried to shove his cock in a few more times, but it had already started to soften, so he slowly pulled his cock out and fell on to the couch. Once again, Terrence was there cuddling with him. “Thanks, man. I really needed that” Terrence said. “You got a few days if you change your mind. You can get treated to prevent it from infecting you” Joe said in an almost motherly tone. “Nah, I’d been thinking about it and when you said you were poz I knew I had to do it” Terrence replied and added “Did you really mean it when you said you would keep fucking me until I’m poz?” “Yeah I did” answered Joe. “Tomorrow’s Friday and I got shit to do. Saturday’s the game. Sunday’s always suck. How about we meet Monday night and you can give me more of that hot cum?” asked Terrence. “I can’t do Monday. How about Tuesday?” Joe offered. “Yeah, I can do that. Same time.” “Cool” said Joe as he got off the couch, got dressed and collected his things. He picked up the stack of bills on the table and said “Thanks” holding the money in the air before stuffing it in his pocket. Walking into his apartment he pulled the money out and counted it out - Terrence had paid him for three hours. Looking at his phone he had been there two and a half hours. “What a fuckin’ great way to get paid” Joe said to himself. Steven got home and took a shower and kept thinking about his hookup with Ryan and then Jeff. “How the fuck could I have done something so stupid. Pozzed up a virgin who doesn’t even know if he’s gay?” he said to himself. He dried off and went to his room and put on his work uniform. He walked into the restaurant and got ready for his shift of bussing tables again. He waited for Ryan to show up and he did right before his shift started. It was a busy night for a Thursday and he never had a chance to talk to Ryan privately. They walked out together and about a block from the restaurant Steven ended the silence asking “How’s Jeff doing?” “He was still dazed when I left him. I tried to talk to him but he just stared back at me with a blank look” Ryan said. “He could go to the clinic tomorrow and start pep. I really don’t know what came over me” Steven said. “Dude, he begged for it. It’s not your fault. And damn, that was hot to watch you pop his cherry and breed him full of poz cum. I kinda wish I got that second load, but fuck. I blew my load when you came in his virgin ass” Ryan told Steven. Steven said “I didn’t want to breed you. I hope you’re ok if it takes and you get pozzed.” “Oh yeah, I hope you keep breeding my ass until I’m pozzed up. I want it more now than ever” Ryan replied. They got to the spot where they normally split up to go home. Ryan and Steven kissed for a long time until Ryan stopped. “I need to get home to check on Jeff. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Part 24 - The Club Joe was sitting on the couch studying when his phone buzzed. It was a text message from 000-0000. He opened it up and it said “We know your secret. You are invited to a meeting” and there was a link. He knew from experience that all sorts of phishing schemes used things like this to lure you to clicking on them and getting computer viruses or worse. He ignored it and went back to studying. Kyle came home and dropped his backpack on the chair and sat down on the other end of the couch and packed the pipe and took a hit. Joe and Kyle chatted a bit and then Kyle said “I got this weird text message earlier. It said they know my secret and invited me to a meeting with a web link.” “Yeah, I got one too. Did you click on it?” asked Joe. “Fuck no!” replied Kyle. When Steven got home, he told Joe and Kyle that he had gotten a weird spam text message. Only a few people had his new phone number, so he wanted to know if they knew anything about it. “Yeah, we both got it too. Did you click the link?” Kyle asked. “No, I don’t click links from people I don’t know” said Steven. “I think one of us is going to have to click it and see what happens” said Joe. “Let me reset my old tablet and we’ll do it with that. That way there will be no info to steal” offered Kyle. While the tablet reset, they created a new email address to use when they setup the tablet. They looked at each of their messages. The URL for the link was slightly different for each of the guys. Steven offered to use his for the test. The guys all stared at the tablet as Kyle typed in the link and watched the page show up. The background for the page had a large dark red biohazard symbol on it on a gray background. At the top it said “Welcome Steven” and a popup showed on the screen with a legal disclaimer. “Membership to our group is by invitation only. You have been proposed by someone or some people in our group who think you are a candidate that fits our membership standards. You have one chance to join. If you decline, you are eliminated from any further consideration in the future. Proceeding further on this website constitutes agreement with the following terms and conditions: - You will not disclose the existence of the group to anyone outside of the group. - You will not disclose any members names of the group to anyone outside of the group. - You will not disclose the times or places of any meetings of the group with anyone outside of the group. - You will not disclose the events in detail or abstractly with anyone outside of the group. - Any violation with these terms will cause immediate expulsion from the group and possible bodily harm. - Any recommendation for new members must be made to the grand priest. - Any actions made by you that causes harm to the reputation of the group or members of the group will cause expulsion from the group. - If at any time you wish to leave the group, the above terms will still apply until your death. Do you wish to apply?” There were two buttons - “Yes and I Agree with the terms” and “No or I Disagree with the terms”. The guys looked at the screen and read the terms out loud. “What the fuck? How do they know my name?” Steven asked. They re-read the page again, looking for clues. “I don’t want to say No, but I’m scared to say Yes” he said. “I think the biohazard symbol has something to do with this group. Do you think its a secret group of poz guys?” asked Joe. As they looked at the page again, Joe’s phone rang and they jumped. “A little edgy, are we?” asked Kyle as he chuckled. Joe answered and it was Dennis. “I got this really weird text message an hour ago. Did you get one?” Dennis asked. “Yeah, we all got one. Each link is a bit different and it appears that it knows who you are from it. We are trying the link on an old tablet. Its offering us a membership in a secret group” Joe told Dennis. “Oh shit. Can I come over and so I can see what it is?” asked Dennis. Joe said “Sure, we’ll wait until you get here.” Once Dennis showed up, they all re-read the page again. Steven said “Well, this is the page for me, and I think I’m going to be the lab rat and click agree. But, I don’t want to violate the terms, so let me see the next pages alone. When I get done I’ll let you know if you should do yours.” Steven took the tablet and sat in the chair and clicked YES. Another page displayed with the same background but listed a form that was already filled out. It seemed to know all about him - his full name, his address, his cell phone number, his age, his sexual preference and his HIV status. His status was listed as “HIV Positive, unmedicated.” It also listed that day’s date as the date of invitation and two days later as the expiration of invitation. Each field other than the invitation fields were editable so he could correct any information. He clicked “Continue” and the next page was titled “Order of the Venomous Cock - Initiation and Welcoming Ceremony”. Lower on the page it said “Welcome, Steven as a new member to our selective group of HIV positive men. Our purpose is to share our special gift and support each other in times of need.” Below that it said “The next meeting will be the following Monday at 10PM. Location to be texted to you one hour before the meeting. Casual attire outside the meeting room.” There was a button on the bottom of the page that said “Close” and he clicked it. The browser window closed. When he tried to go back to the start page, it redirected him to an amusement park website. Steven looked up and everyone was staring at him. He said “Wow, that’s fucking crazy” then showed them the amusement park page. “It can’t be about Mickey” Dennis said. “Uh, definitely not” Steven said as he tried to figure out what to tell the guys that wouldn’t violate the terms. “I think its safe to say that you guys would be ok with joining the group. Joe was on the right track, earlier.” Each of the guys took the tablet and typed in their link and followed the pages and then poof, off to Mickey’s website they went. Dennis was the last to join and they looked at each other in disbelief. Joe was the first to say something “That is pretty wild. Someone knows we’re poz and probably knows we’re gifters. I didn’t know a group like that existed here. Maybe New York City or San Francisco. But here? The meeting should be interesting.” “Yeah, I’m working Monday night, so I’ll have to swap with someone. It’s bad form to miss the initiation ceremony when you join a group” Dennis said and laughed. “Shit, I gotta get to work” yelled Steven as he ran into the spare room and changed clothes and went running out the door. He got to the restaurant with only a few minutes to spare and clocked in. Another waiter was out sick, so Steven got tapped to fill in. He worked his shift which was pretty easy for a Friday, but kept busy enough so he didn’t have any time to talk to Ryan about Jeff. They walked out of the restaurant and started talking almost immediately. “How’s Jeff doing?” asked Steven. “It was like nothing happened this morning. He just got up, showered, hit breakfast and off to class. I tried to say something before he left, but he cut me off and said ‘later.’ He wasn’t in the room all afternoon, but thats normal. I stayed in the room as late as possible to try and catch him before I went to work, but he never showed up” Ryan replied. “Shit. He’s running out of time. Should I go home with you tonight and maybe we can talk to him?” Steven asked. Ryan said “Nah, he goes to bed early and hates to be woken up. How about you come over tomorrow morning and we can talk to him then?” “OK, say 9AM?” “Sure” replied Ryan. They had hit their usual spot and kissed again, oblivious to anyone that might be watching. When Steven got home, Joe and Kyle were on the couch, naked and making out. He walked past them and went straight to the spare room and put the blanket and pillow on the floor and tried to get some sleep. Saturday morning came quickly and Steven woke up earlier than normal to go over to Ryan’s dorm room. He showered and left Joe and Kyle finally sleeping in bed. They had been fucking half the night and kept waking Steven up. He knocked on Ryan’s door and the door opened slowly. Ryan stood there in just his basketball shorts and held his finger up to his mouth, telling Steven to stay quiet. He grabbed his phone and walked out into the hall and closed the door and led Steven down to a tv room at the end of the hall. “He came home after I got in from work. I was mostly asleep. He took his clothes off and crawled into bed and was out. I smelled alcohol, so I think he had been drinking, which he never has done since I’ve roomed with him. He’s not old enough to get into the bars and he looks too young to pass for over 21 anyway” Ryan said. “So what do we do? Wake him up and drag his ass down to the clinic?” Steven asked. “Let’s leave him until ten and then try and talk to him” was Ryan’s reply. “You want me to sit here with you half naked and not do anything for almost an hour?” Steven said with the look of lust in his eyes. Ryan got up and went over and closed the door and locked it when his phone buzzed. Ryan looked at it and it was a text from Jeff - “Where r u?” He replied back “In tv room with steven.” “can we talk?” Jeff’s text said. Steven and Ryan went back to the room and sat down on Ryan’s bed and looked at Jeff, who seemed pretty hungover. “Are you ok, Jeff” Steven asked. Jeff looked at Steven, then Ryan and back to Steven “No, I’m not alright. I don’t know what to do. I lost my virginity, realized I’m gay, got infected with HIV and broke up with my girlfriend. How was your week?” Ryan looked at Steven and then at Jeff. “Jeff, I tried to tell you we can go to the clinic and you can get a treatment to prevent you from getting HIV. But we’re running out of time for it to be effective.” “What if I don’t want to be treated? What if I want to be poz? You seem to want the same thing” asked Jeff looking back at Ryan. Steven was startled. “Uh, do you mean that you want to see if you get infected from the other day? Or you want to make sure it happens?” he asked. Jeff looked at Steven and he could see his brain spinning until he said “I want to make sure it happens and soon.” “Fuck” said Ryan. “Are you sure? There’s no changing your mind on this” asked Steven. Jeff stared at Steven and said “I’m sure. Can you do it?” Ryan moved closer to Steven as Steven chuckled and felt his cock twitch. “Oh, yeah. I might even be able to get a friend to help if you want. You want two poz guys to fuck and fill you?” Jeff rubbed his crotch and said “mmhmm.” “No mumbling, I want to hear you say it so your roommate and I can hear it” Steven said. Jeff blushed and pleaded “I want you to get your friend to help poz me. Please?” Steven smiled and said “You’re really diving into the deep end, but I know where you’re coming from.” He pulled his phone out and typed out a message “got 2 boys who need hot seed. can u help?” and sent it off. Steven smiled thinking that he was going to have helped 3 guys get infected in his first few weeks of being poz. His cock twitched again at the thought and he asked Jeff “How’s your ass feel after I took your cherry?” “It was sore the next day but its better now. Does it always hurt that much?” Jeff replied. Steven said “Nah, you just need to learn to relax. But the fuck the other day was more of a grudge fuck. I wasn’t happy you interrupted us and then demanded to get fucked. Usually I would have opened your hole up before I fucked you.” Ryan and Steven gave Jeff a few hints on being a better bottom. “Number one, is to make sure there’s no number two. Strip down to your shorts and grab your towel and lets go to the bathroom.” Ryan grabbed his douche bulb and took Jeff down and showed him how to use it. While the two were in the bathroom, Steven’s phone rang. He answered it and heard Dennis on the other end. “Yeah, its complicated” he told Dennis. “I gave him a load the other day and now he wants to make sure it happens.” “You said you had two. Who’s the other?” Dennis asked. “His roommate was the one I was after. He’s a waiter at the restaurant I’m working at” Steven answered. Dennis then asked “Ah, ok. So, you want me to do the roommate and you the waiter?” “I thought we could start that way and then swap” was Stevens reply. “You dirty little fuck. Sounds like fun. I have to work at six tonight, so I have some time. When do you want to do it?” asked Dennis. “I’m in their dorm room now. How fast can you be here? Ryan is showing Jeff how to clean his hole” said Steven. Dennis’s eyes got wide and he said “What? How many times has he been fucked?” “Only once, by me” Steven said and laughed. “I’ll tell you the whole story sometime, I know you’ll get a kick out of it.” “Damn, boy. You’re learning quick. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes” Dennis said as he hung up the phone. Steven looked around the room trying to see if he could find anything more about either of the guys. One side appeared to be Jeff’s and it had no decorations at all except for a picture of Jeff and two people he assumed were his parents at the Grand Canyon. His parents looked almost as nerdy as Jeff and he wondered if they had any dark secrets like their son. Jeff and Ryan walked back in the room and Ryan told Jeff to drop his shorts and bend over his bed. Jeff looked at him, confused. “Just do it” Ryan demanded. Jeff pushed his shorts down and picked them off the floor, folded them in half and put them on his pillow before bending over and putting his hands on the center of the mattress. Meanwhile, Ryan was rummaging through his box and fished out a small dildo and a bottle of lube. Ryan lubed up his finger and dripped some lube on Jeff’s pucker. Jeff gasped as the cold liquid hit his body and Ryan pushed his finger in the tight hole. “What did we say about relaxing? Breathe slowly” Ryan told Jeff. Ryan felt the tight ring start to let his finger in and he slowly pushed his index finger in all the way. Jeff moaned. “See how much better it is when you don’t fight it?” Steven asked. Ryan pulled his finger out and sniffed it and smiled. “Good job. Maybe not good enough for a gangbang, but enough for today.” Ryan said as he turned to Steven and asked “Did you hear from your friend?“ “Yeah, he’s on his way over. He’s a few years older than us and not a twink, but he is fuckin’ sexy and knows how to fuck” Steven replied. “Is he poz too?” asked Jeff, as if that was his only criteria for someone to fuck him. Steven chuckled and simply said “Very.” Ryan had lubed up the dildo and pressed it against Jeff’s pussy. “This isn’t anywhere as good as a real cock and it’s pretty small, but it’s perfect to get that hole of yours loosened up.” Ryan slowly pushed it in and felt Jeff let his hole relax. Once he had gotten past the ring, he started to fuck Jeff with the dildo, building up speed and intensity. Jeff started moaning and then whimpering as Ryans strokes got harder. Ryan slowed down and then rammed it in hard and heard Jeff grunt. “You like that, Jeff?” Steven asked. “Oh hell yeah. I could do that all day” Jeff said. Ryan kept stroking the dildo and started to move it around as he shoved in. As he shoved it in hard a few times, Jeff moaned loudly and there was a knock at the door. Steven opened the door slightly and saw Dennis there. He opened the door the rest of the way and Dennis walked in and saw Jeff getting fucked with the dildo. “Gee, I’m a bit late and I get replaced by a hunk of plastic?” he said and all four snickered. Ryan pulled the dildo out and put it on the floor by his toy box. “Hi, I’m Dennis. I hear you guys like to play with fire” Dennis said with a sly grin. Jeff stood up and turned around, his five inch cock, hard as a rock standing up from a small dark blond bush. The rest of his body was devoid of hair except for some in his armpits and what was on his head. He had a few freckles on his cheeks and very little muscle showing. He was about 5 foot 9 and wasn’t fat or skinny, just a nerdy kid who avoided getting much exercise. Dennis quickly looked him over and said “Shit. How old are you?” Jeff blushed and said “Eighteen, sir” and then added “I started college a year early. My parents always pushed me for good grades.” “OK, I’ll take your word for it. If you’re so smart why are you trying to get pozzed?” asked Dennis. Jeff blushed and tried to figure out what to say. “I’ve never been allowed to do anything risky. I wasn’t allowed to date anyone or even think about sex, just study. I got a girlfriend a few months ago, but I realized I wasn’t into girls for sex. Once I saw gay porn and then bareback gay porn, I knew thats what I needed. When Steven fucked me the other day I knew it for sure” explained Jeff. Dennis grinned at Steven. “This isn’t just bareback sex. By the time we’re done with you, you probably will have HIV for the rest of your life.” “I know. I read everything about it. But I want it” Jeff told Dennis. “If you want my load, you have to promise me you’re going to share it once you’re poz. I don’t care how. Understand?” Dennis said sternly, noticing Jeff’s hard cock twitch. “Yes, sir” Jeff replied. Dennis saw Steven start to take his shirt off and did the same. Ryan took the clue and took his basketball shorts off, leaving him just in a jockstrap. Dennis kicked off his shoes and then unbuttoned his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. Jeff let out a loud gasp as he saw Dennis’s near naked body and felt a drip of precum fall from his cock on to the floor. “Come here, boy” said Dennis and Jeff moved closer until Dennis’s hand wrapped around his back and pulled him closer and until it was touching Dennis’s body. He had never been next to a hairy body before and he marveled at the fur covering Dennis’s pecs and belly. He reached up and touched it and then rubbed his hands through it, rubbing Dennis’s nipples as well. Dennis pushed his underwear down, and his semi-hard cock sprung free, hitting Jeff’s stomach. “That’s it, boy. Worship the body that is going to help bring you into the brotherhood” Dennis said. He looked down and Jeff was staring up at him and he saw the desire in his eyes. Dennis pushed Jeff’s shoulders down and Jeff started to lick Dennis’s chest, before going lower and he licked his abs. Going lower still, he was looking at Dennis’s hard, thick cock. He wondered how he was going to take it, but he was determined to try. Dennis looked over and he saw Steven push Ryan on to his back on the bed, spreading his legs and laying on his chest, kissing him. Dennis would not be making love to either of these two boys, it was going to be just a fuck. A fuck to empty his balls. And a fuck to infect them both with his strain. Jeff looked at the cock and knew he was expected to suck it. The only other cock he had ever sucked was Ryan’s and he had it forced into his mouth. He began to lick the head and then put his lips over the tip and started to suck. He felt Dennis’s hand on the back of his head and he tried to go down further and then heard Dennis say “Watch those teeth boy. Light scraping is ok, but no biting.” He tried to open his mouth wider and he got down further. Dennis was keeping the pace of his head bobbing on the cock with his hand. Jeff noticed an odd taste in his mouth and didn’t know why. He pulled away from Dennis and felt the cock pop out of his mouth. Dennis’s cock was dripping some liquid, just like his cock did sometimes when he masturbated, but he had never tasted it. He took the cock back in his mouth and kept sucking on it. Dennis pushed his head hard and he felt the cock go into his throat. Jeff gagged and wretched while Dennis laughed. Dennis pushed down a second time and Jeff tried to take it all in his throat. He lasted a little longer before he started to gag again. Dennis picked Jeff up off the floor and pushed him towards the bed. Dennis told him “On your hands and knees” and handed him a little brown bottle. “Sniff this when I tell you to” Dennis said. He then started to rim the boy’s hole. Jeff had never felt anything like this and started moaning. Dennis’s tongue pushed into Jeff’s hole and Jeff tried to remember to let his hole relax. Dennis got more aggressive and sucked and chewed on the tight hole and then slapped Jeff’s ass. “Last chance, boy. You want it?” Dennis asked. “oh god yes, fuck me!” yelled Jeff. Dennis stood up and slapped his cock on Jeff’s pussy, toxic precum dripping into the pucker. He started to press in and told Jeff, “sniff the bottle now.” He heard Jeff breathe and he pressed harder and felt the hole yield. He heard Jeff moan again and his cock sank slowly into the almost virgin hole. “Sniff again” and he heard Jeff take a big breath and felt Jeff’s hole flex around his cock. Dennis started to fuck with long slow strokes and then the strokes got faster. When he felt Jeff start to tighten up too much he would tell him to sniff the poppers again. Jeff moaned, whimpered, grunted and occasionally said “oh fuck yeah”. Dennis took that as his cue that Jeff could take a harder fuck. He stood up on his feet and started to pound the boy’s hole. Steven wasted little time on foreplay. He kissed Ryan as he lay on top of him until his cock found Ryans lubed hole. He slid in and then pushed his body up and put Ryan’s legs over his shoulders. He started to rock his hips back and forth, penetrating Ryans hole deeper until he bottomed out. Ryan was staring back at him with a huge grin. Steven pistoned his cock into Ryan’s hole faster and faster driving Ryan into the wall. He varied the rhythm and the speed, loving the feel of his raw cock inside Ryan’s warm tight chute. Ryan would flex his hole around Steven’s cock and Steven would moan. They both were enjoying the fuck, but both wanted to get Steven’s charged seed inside Ryan’s neg cunt. Ryan began to milk Steven’s cock. Each time it seemed to get tighter and finally Steven screamed out and drove his cock in all the way and started pumping his cum deep inside. Dennis heard the pounding and grunting on the other bed and started to fuck harder. He could tell that Jeff was hurting with every hard stab as the moans and grunts now had a tinge of pain in them. He wanted to bruise and hopefully get tiny tears in the walls of Jeff’s fuck tunnel to help make sure that Jeff’s negative sex life was as short as possible. When he heard Steven yell out and start to breed Ryan, he let his own toxic load shoot inside Jeff. Jeff let out a loud moan as he felt his gut fill with Dennis’s poison and immediately shot his own cum all over the bed. Dennis felt Jeff milk his load out and slammed his cock in hard, forcing the cum in deep. When his orgasm died down, Dennis pulled Jeff up against his sweaty chest and held him tight, whispering in his ear “Damn good hole for your second time. Enjoy your last few weeks as a neg boy.” Jeff was in heaven as he felt Dennis’s arms hold him tight and his cock still in his hole holding all the charged cum inside him. His cock pulsed and shot a small blob of cum out when Dennis whispered in his ear. Steven had collapsed on top of Ryan and they were grinding their bodies together and kissing. Ryan said to Steven “god, I love feeling you inside me. I hope we can flip after I get pozzed.” Steven grinned back at him “We can do it before then too.” Dennis kissed the back of Jeff’s neck and set him back down, laying on his stomach on the bed and leaving his ass up to not lose any of the special seed. He got up and moved over to the other bed and helped Steven get up. As Steven went over to Jeff, Dennis dove face first into Ryan’s ass. He pushed his legs up and Ryan held them up and apart. Dennis dug his tongue into the freshly bred hole, sucking up the cum and inhaling Ryan’s scent. “Fuck, that poz Thai cum tastes good” he said as he dove back down tongue fucking Ryan’s hole. Ryan worked his ass muscles around Dennis’s tongue and enjoyed feeling his beard against his ass cheeks. He heard Dennis growl and get rougher. Having licked all of the cum just inside his hole, Dennis lowered Ryan’s legs and slid his cock into the cum slick hole. Ryan moaned and said “oh fuck yeah, give me that poz cock”. Dennis pushed his legs back again and rolled on top and started to pound Ryan’s cunt. The sounds of his cock slamming into the cum filled hole turned Dennis on even more. He loved to fuck guys that had loads in them and it was even better with someone who knew how to massage his cock as he fucked. He didn’t want to cum too fast but Dennis was milking his cock, determined to get another toxic load in his hungry cunt. Ryan would have gladly just taken Stevens cum to get him converted, but there was no way he would turn down another strain from a stud like Dennis. The sweat dripped off Dennis on to Ryan’s body as he looked up at Dennis’s face as it contorted trying to delay his orgasm. Steven mounted Jeff, as he lay on the bed. Dennis had stretched out his hole, but it had quickly closed back up. Steven wasn’t as brutal as the first time he fucked Jeff, but he also wasn’t gentle. He forced his cock into Jeff, and once past the outer ring, he felt the warmth and softness of his cock sleeve. The further he got in, the more he felt the cum that Dennis had deposited inside. His cock was soon coated in diseased sperm and he knew he had to force it in deeper and add his own special seed to it. The bed started squeaking as Steven drove his cock in hard, bounced off Jeff’s butt and then back up. This was the kind of workout he enjoyed - pushups with a purpose. He heard Jeff grunt with each thrust and he leaned down and whispered in his ear “You like having my poz cock back inside you?” Jeff moaned “mmhmm.” “Remember me taking your virginity?” and Jeff replied “Oh fuck yeah.” “What do you want now?” Steven asked louder and Jeff said “Breed me with your poz cum.” Steven slammed back in and bucked his hips into Jeff’s swollen hole and he felt his toxic cum begin to shoot into the eighteen year old’s barely used hole. Once again, the sound of Steven fucking his hot load inside a guy triggered Dennis into shooting his load. Ryan’s hole gripped Dennis’s cock like a vice and kept all of the tainted seed inside. He pinched Dennis’s nipples to get him to shoot as much cum as he could. Dennis’s body shook as each spurt added to the charged cum deep inside Ryan’s body. When Dennis pulled out, Ryan asked Dennis to get the two butt plugs from the box next to the bed and to give the smaller one to Jeff and put the bigger one in him. Dennis tossed the smaller one to Steven, who rubbed some of the cum around Jeffs hole on the plug and then pushed it inside. Jeff groaned as the plug went in and jumped when the plug got sucked in to the base. It was an odd feeling at first, but he enjoyed having something stuck in his hole. Dennis pushed the plug into Ryan and then slapped it home, getting Ryan to yelp. The guys reeked of cum and sweat, a smell three of them loved and Jeff was now starting to appreciate. Ryan grabbed a towel and gave it to Dennis and one for himself. Jeff gave one of his to Steven and put his sleeping shorts on. They all walked down to the shower area which was empty. With only three shower stalls, Steven and Ryan went in one together and washed each other, while Dennis and Jeff took the other two. After drying off, Dennis shared his towel with Jeff to dry off and then followed him back to the room, watching Jeff’s odd gait as he got used to the plug in his ass. Dennis and Jeff got dressed and waited for Ryan and Steven to come back. Dennis broke the awkward silence with “I hope you enjoyed that and it was what you were hoping for.” Jeff nodded and replied “Everything I hoped for and more. That was amazing. I’m going to love getting fucked.” “Remember our deal. You gotta share” said Dennis. “Yes, sir.” As Dennis was walking out of the room to go home, Ryan and Steven were walking down the hall naked with Steven slapping Ryan’s ass. “Thanks” said Dennis with a wink as he passed them in the hall. Jeff was laying in bed when they got back, stroking his cock. “How will I know?”he asked. “Know what? Know you’ve converted?” replied Steven. “That and who it was” Jeff said. “You probably will never know if it was Dennis or I. Or any other poz guys that fuck you before you convert. I got really sick when it happened but Dennis didn’t. It just depends on your body.” “Oh, ok. Dennis said i only have a couple weeks left before I’m poz. Is that true?” Jeff then asked. “Who knows. Some people take a long time and lots of poz loads before they convert. Others it happens right away. I took almost thirty poz loads in about a week and that did it for me. You might go for years and never become poz” Steven explained. “Oh. I hope its soon. I want to tell my parents I’m gay and poz all at once and get it over with.”

I think most of what needs to be said has already been said. On a similar note, though...I think it's interesting how people look at pictures on the apps and sites. I use the dick pic you see here (my profile pic) on the apps and websites. There seems to be a 50/50 chance that I'll either get "that's too small for me" or "that's so thick!" In addition, I'm not the most photogenic, so when anyone ever asks for a face pic, I often get turned down also. It sucks, but then I'll go to a bathhouse or a bookstore or something, and I get all kinds of compliments about my looks and my dick. Just last night at a bathhouse I had numerous people stop by the doorway of my room just to say "hey, that's a nice cock, do you want company?" Now, I'm not saying this to stroke my own ego or anything, I'm just pointing out that as the gay hookup culture moves more and more to online/apps we are relying more and more on the quality of our pictures to "sell" ourselves. This is unfortunate, as there are people who look great in pics but horrible in person, and those that look not-so-great in pics and are gorgeous in person (I've met both kinds). On this site, there tends to be a lot of acceptance of all different types - and people who say they will fuck anyone and everyone, no matter their looks. The same attitude somewhat exists at a bathhouse...last night I played around with twinks, cubs, daddy bears, a bisexual muscle hunk, and a few "average Joes" and it was great. I just wish we, as a community, could be a little more open-minded and accepting in general, without being too hung up on pics.

That took longer than I thought...another long chapter... ________________________________ Chapter 24) The alarm clock going off was like being awakened by the burglar alarm back at school. Mike and I both jolted awake and collided with one another in a heap of tangled limbs before I managed to hit the off button. “That thing is so loud,” Mike said groggily as he pulled me back against him and under the covers. “7:00 AM? Aren’t we on vacation? Can’t we sleep in?” We’d spent the night alternating fucking and sleeping. Of the eight or so hours we’d been in bed I estimated we managed six or six-and-a-half hours of actual sleep. I could feel the warmth of his bare skin against mine, and was tempted to say “yes” and burrow under the covers with him for the rest of the morning. But…. “Yeah, but I’d like to have breakfast with Mom and Dad. What’s the matter farm boy, have I already corrupted you with my wicked city ways?” I said, rumpling his hair. Mike laughed. “I didn’t spend all night fucking when I was living on my parent’s farm. God, you were fantastic,” he said, and trailed kisses down my neck to my shoulder, “sweet and hot and wild.” “So were you,” I said, pressing closer and planting a kiss on his lips. “It sure took the edge off. When you finally let me rest I slept like a rock.” “Oh, so I kept you awake? And it looks like part of you is still a rock,” I said, stroking his impressive morning wood. “What do you expect when I’m in bed with a hot guy? And you’ve got your own rock going there.” “I think we should take advantage of it,” I answered and threw back the covers so I could lick his rigid cock, tracing the front with the tip of my tongue. “Ooooh,” Mike moaned, shuddering, his hand going to the back of my head. “Damn, that feels incredible…but what about breakfast?” “This shouldn’t take long,” I said teasingly. I reached over to the open the jar of Vaseline, took a small glob and spread a thin coat on his dick. Then I spread some on my ass – not that I needed much with multiple loads still inside me –and straddled Mike’s lap. I positioned his dick head and began to lower myself onto his now pulsing rod. His hands went to my waist, then cupped my ass cheeks to spread them open and support me. “Darr…honey, that’s…wow…” he trailed off as I pushed down on his cock until I had engulfed his dick completely. Then I rose a little and sat back down, a little faster, and repeated that move, tension building…Mike’s jaw had dropped and his eyes were glazed. I heard him groan softly, and we were panting in unison. Mike reached up and played with my nipples briefly; then he spit on his left hand and wrapped it around my dick so that as I rose and fell, I was “fucking” his hand. The pleasurable pressure started to accumulate rapidly. My right hand was still a little greasy from the Vaseline, so I reached behind me and let my fingers glide over Mike’s already tight ball sack in rhythm with my movements. He began to thrust upwards into my ass, unable to stop himself. His huge cock was pressed against my prostate, and every movement either of us made brought release closer…and closer…until… “Uuuh, shit, I’m cumming…” I groaned as sensation blazed through me, racing along my nerves like fire as I shot my load on Mike’s chest. Mike’s thrusts got harder and faster immediately, his huge dick plundering my willing asshole. “Darren,” he said with a muted cry as his body jackknifed and his arms went around me, crushing me against him. He moaned into my chest as he emptied another charged load – his fifth since we’d gone to bed – inside of me. I sagged forward and we kissed, languidly, sated for now. My bed (and probably my room) smelled of sex and sweat; I could feel his heartbeat hammering at first, then gradually slowing. “I can feel your heartbeat,” he said, stroking my back. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about yours.” “And now I’m hungry.” I smiled. “What a surprise.” After quickly cleaning up, we pulled on the sleepwear we’d discarded during the night and went to the kitchen. My parents weren’t there yet, but coffee was brewing which meant one of them, probably Mom, had started it. Mike had the large jar of protein powder he’d brought with him, so I got him the blender and everything he needed to mix his morning smoothie. Then I got breakfast for my parents and me on the table, and made fresh-squeezed orange juice for everybody. Coffee brewed and toast toasted against the background of the buzz of the juicer and the blender; appetizing aromas filled the kitchen. Maxi trotted in, drawn by the noise and smell of food and looked up at me pleadingly. “You’re expecting maybe a seven-course breakfast?” I said as I gave him his morning serving of kibble, which he happily devoured. I was deeply contented – taking six charged loads in the past 24 hours probably had something to do with it. But it went deeper, and in more ways than one. Being here in New York – at home – with my boyfriend, was domestic and ordinary and everything I’d ever dreamed of: a night of hot sex followed by a morning quickie, then making breakfast together. I’d almost given up on ever having a real boyfriend, but here I was and I could hardly believe it. Everything was perfect – and I couldn’t stop smiling. My mother strode in, dressed for work in a dark pantsuit with a cream cashmere turtleneck. “Good morning you two, what a lovely surprise,” she said, kissing me on the cheek, and squeezing Mike’s arm. “I was sure you’d sleep in today.” “Someone has to make sure you eat before you leave for work,” I said, mock-chiding while wagging my right index finger. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” Mom just smiled. “Thanks. Sorry we fell asleep before the movie ended, and thanks for covering us up last night. You do know there’s no alarm clock in the library?” I gasped, horrified. I hadn’t thought of that. “Oh, no. Are you late? Is Daddy late?” I said, reverting to childhood in the stress of the moment. “No, no, it’s fine. Your father and I are at the age where we have to get up at least once a night, so we moved to the bedroom during the night and the alarm got us up.” I sagged, relieved. “Did you sleep okay?” “Best night’s sleep we’ve had in weeks.” “It sure was,” my dad said as he joined us, sporting another of his suits, auguring another day spent with clients. “It’ll make schlepping to that dopey dinner easier.” My mother inhaled deeply as if she were going to say something, then seemed to decide that ignoring it was the best policy. “Good morning again, darling,” she said. “Oh, yeah, good morning guys,” dad said as an afterthought, and then turned his attention to checking emails and the morning headlines on his phone. “So what are your plans today?” mom asked as we sat down to eat. “I thought we’d hit midtown, go to Rockefeller Center and look at the holiday windows in the stores, maybe go to the Empire State Observatory or Top of the Rock and MOMA. Does that sound good?” I asked Mike. “The closer we get to Christmas, the worse the mobs will be.” “Sounds fine, whatever you want to show me,” Mike said amiably. “It’s going to be very chilly out today – use the coat again, Mike” my mom said. “Could you make sure to take Maxi for a walk before you go?” At the sound of his name coupled with one of his favorite words, “walk,” Maxi’s ears perked up. “Sure. Anything else?” “Well, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble could you pick up a bag of pita chips for tonight? I ordered a Mediterranean platter, but they never send enough pita. Oh, and are you planning on going out with Emmy for dinner or staying here?” “I thought we’d stay here,” I said, aware that it would be less awkward if we ate here than if we went out after Mike’s discomfort over the prices at dinner last night. “Is that okay with you?” I asked Mike, and received a confirmatory nod. “There’s plenty of food,” my mom assured me as she started to clear the table. “Mom, we can take care of the dishes, just go. Or have another cup of coffee if you want,” I said, my contentment translating into generosity. Dad looked up from his phone. “Hmm, someone is in a very good mood,” he teased. “Yep, I’m in such a good mood that not even you can ruin it,” I teased back. “Or are you trying to get rid of us?” he continued. I shrugged noncommittally. But it had crossed my mind that it would be fun to have Mike fuck me again after he’d done his morning workout and would be all sweaty and delicious. Maybe on the chaise or the sofa or just the middle of the floor? The thought made my dick start to get hard, fortunately my sleep pants were baggy. And then I realized that Maxi would likely want to, er, play…nope, we’d keep it in my bedroom. Mom summoned a car with the app on her phone, and she and Dad left. Finally. “Want to see the exercise room?” I asked Mike. He said as he stretched, “I was thinking of going back to bed for a few hours.” I caught myself staring at him. I was still amazed by his body every time I looked at him. I tore my eyes away from his shoulders and biceps to check the time– it was only 8:15 AM, and more sleep sounded very good. Then Maxi whined. “I have to take Maxi for his morning walk or he’ll pop,” I said. “Why don’t you go back to bed, I’ll take Maxi out and then join you.” Mike acquiesced – he was a remarkably agreeable travel companion – and I pulled on jeans, boots and a coat and took Maxi out for a walk. It ended up being short because it was cold out and Maxi hates the cold. He relieved himself on the nearest tree and then was jumping on me, his signal for “time to go home.” Javier greeted us when we came in and had a treat ready for Maxi. When we got back to the apartment, all was quiet. I made sure the dog had fresh water, and then went to my room. The door was closed; I opened it carefully, not wanting to disturb Mike, but the bed was empty. And it was covered with the black silk sheet. I stepped in my room, heard the door close, felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me and a soft kiss was planted on the right side of my neck. I pressed back against Mike, rubbing my butt against his erect cock. “Who are you, and what did you do with my tired boyfriend?” I teased. He didn’t answer, just kept kissing my neck. “I thought you were going to get some more sleep,” I said on a gasp as he continued to kiss his way up my neck to my ear. “I said I wanted to go to bed not go to sleep. At least not right away,” Mike answered as he reached around and unfastened my jeans. “Damn, you haven’t had enough…” I began but my moan cut me off as he teased my now-exposed ass with his hard dick and reached around and covered my cock with his big, warm hand. After a minute of pleasurable massage, back and front, he said “You were saying?” “Never mind,” I said back breathlessly as I threw off my t-shirt and attempted to push off my boots and jeans. “Let me help you with that,” Mike said, and lifted me and carried me to the bed. He set me down, pulled off my boots, and then stripped off my briefs and jeans simultaneously. “But what about the Empire State?” I asked completely deadpan. “I’ve got something just as big right here,” Mike answered as he pushed me back and knelt over my face, bringing his hard cock to my lips. I opened my mouth and took the head of his thick, hard cock in my mouth, then pulled his hips towards me, communicating that I wanted him to fuck my mouth. As he stroked in and out between my lips, I ran my tongue against his shaft, wringing a gasp from him. “That’s it, suck that big dick,” he growled. Apparently after the morning’s quickie he was in a dominating mood – not that I was complaining at all. Mike pulled his cock out of my mouth, now shining with a coat of saliva. “Lick my nuts,” he ordered. I obeyed, but added my lips so that the softest, slickest part just inside my mouth prolonged each lick. I heard him exhale sharply. “Shit,” he breathed. “Don’t stop,” he said hoarsely, and moved his hips forward, pressing his perineum (aka the “taint”) against my mouth and tongue, then moved back and forth a few times, groaning with pleasure before he brought his asshole over my lips. “Lick me right there,” he demanded…or maybe begged? Either way, I started to run my tongue across the sensitive flesh, then added my lips. Mike’s hand was around the back of my head, pulling me in towards him. “Yeah, eat my ass, get me hot for you. Gonna fuck that hot little butt…” he trailed off into a moan as I pushed the tip of my tongue inside his rectum. He moved back, his balls brushing against my face, his hard, then his drooling cock. He covered my mouth with his, then went on kissing my chin, my neck, stopping to lick and suck my nipples, continuing down until he got to my erect dick, which he took in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down. I arched my back and then like an automatic reflex, my legs were rising and spreading, Mike took them over his shoulders, took a quick minute to smear himself with a little Vaseline and started to enter my butt. His cock was rock-hard and leaking pre-cum that helped him push it inside of me, slowly and steadily filling me, taking possession of my body like the invasion of a liberating army. He leaned forward, pressing my thighs against my chest, pinning my arms over my head, folding us together in a pod of sensual delight. My mouth found his, and he began to thrust in and out, massaging my prostate. “Fuck me,” I gasped, breaking off the kiss and pushing my ass towards him as he pushed in and pulling back as he pulled out…and again…again…again… “Honey, I am. Can’t you feel it?” he teased. I stopped moving and gave him my best disgruntled look. “This is no time for dumb jokes!” I exclaimed. “Give it to me,” I said, trying for sensual and seductive but probably sounding more desperate than anything else. “Like this?” he said as he thrust harder, pressing against my prostate. “Yeah, please, yeah,” I whimpered, embarrassingly enough. “More, harder,” I gasped. “Anything you want, sweetheart,” he answered and then began to really pummel my ass. “Fuck, Darr, you have the most amazing hole,” he panted against my ear. “Perfect for filling with my charged load – and here it...aaah,” he groaned as he slammed against me. I could feel his cock twitching as he unleashed his cum inside me, the rhythmic contractions against my prostate bringing me off at the same time. We kissed hungrily as the pleasure peaked and then ebbed, leaving us sweaty and relaxed. Mike pulled out carefully, then pulled my duvet over us and took me in his arms, pressing a kiss on the top of my head. “I’m ready for more sleep after that workout,” he said with a post-coital yawn. I reached over, grabbed my phone from the nightstand and set an alarm to give us a couple hours to nap. “I don’t think we can make the Empire State today,” I said sleepily. “It’s not going anywhere, right?” Mike murmured back. I laughed a little. “Guess not,” and let myself fall asleep. ————————— Late that afternoon, we returned to the apartment having spent time sightseeing in midtown. It occurred to me that not getting to the Empire State or Top of the Rock was not a problem. In fact, it was probably better that we hadn’t gone anyplace with an admission fee, given how touchy Mike seemed on the subject of money. We started by checking out the elaborate Macy’s holiday window displays, and even got to see a laser-light show on the façade of the building to the tune of “Carol of the Bells.” Then Rockefeller Center for the immense Christmas tree, which I informed Mike was really mine but I was happy to share it with others, including him. As a small child my nanny had told me that to appease my desire for a tree in our home, something neither of my parents would consent to. We weren’t incredibly religious, but along with no pork that was one of the hard lines that they insisted on. A fellow sightseer agreed to snap a picture of us on my phone with the tree and the display of towering toy soldiers arrayed around it as a backdrop. Then we’d walked over to Grand Central Station and milled around with the tourists, gawking at the ceilings in the Main Concourse with their representation of the major constellations and browsing at the annual Holiday Fair. Mike insisted on buying me lunch, so I said we had to get real New York pizza, even though it meant he’d never enjoy the mediocre stuff we got at school as much. Before we headed back home, I took him on a short walk up Park Avenue to admire the glass skyscrapers that lined the boulevard and the evergreen trees festooned with twinkling lights that were situated on the traffic islands. We made a quick stop at Zabar’s for the pita chips my mom wanted and I picked up an apple cake for dessert that night. Maxi greeted us as if we’d been gone for months rather than days, barking excitedly, and demanding that we pay attention to him immediately. Once he was appeased, we went to the kitchen so I could put away the cake and leave the chips out for my mother, with Maxi sticking close to us in the event we ate something that he could beg for. My mom was in the kitchen, putting dishes in the dishwasher. Her hair was up in an elegant chignon in preparation for the evening out, which looked somewhat incongruous with the apron she wore over her sweater and pants. “Hi, did you two have a nice day?” she asked. I had to quell the urge to giggle as I thought of how we’d spent most of the morning. “We, uh, decided to take a nap, and then went to midtown. We didn’t really have time for the Empire State, though.” “We’ll get there another day,” Mike added. “Why are you doing dishes now?” I asked. We’d run the breakfast dishes before we left, and none of us were home to have eaten lunch. My mother sighed and said “Your father had a terrible day at work.” “Uh-oh,” I said. “He barely got to take a break, only ate a half a sandwich and some chips for lunch, so I made him Welsh rarebit, he drank some herbal tea and now he’s taking a nap. What would you like for dinner?” “Mom, don’t worry about it, shouldn’t you be resting or getting ready?” I said, glancing at the clock, which read 4:30 PM. “What time is everyone getting here?” “In an hour,” she said, “but…” “Mother,” I said as sternly as possible, “I know how to use the microwave, I’ll take care of it. And we’ll set up everything for cocktails, too. Go lie down with Dad, or in the library if you want. You’ve had a long day too.” “You’re right,” she conceded. “Thanks. There’s salad in the crisper and turkey meatloaf and pureed parsnips in the freezer, along with broccoli or…” “Mom – bed!” I snapped. “Fine, fine,” she said as she left to take a few minutes for herself. “You’re such a good son, sweetheart,” Mike said. “I know,” I answered in a honeyed voice that made Mike laugh. ————————— I was just finishing putting out the Mediterranean platter and extra chips on the dining room table when the doorbell rang and Maxi started barking. I always wondered if he thought that we were deaf or clueless and so he had to alert us that someone was at the door. “Mike, can you get it?” I asked. It was time to get the white wine out of the refrigerator; the wine glasses were already in place. I heard Uncle Jeffy greet Mike, and introduce him to Aunt Dita and Em. As I put down the bottles of wine down along with a corkscrew, I heard Aunt Dita calling “Darren!” “Aunt Dita,” I said back and moved towards her for a hug. She was dressed in emerald green lace that clung to her generous curves. With gold jewelry and clutch purse and gold sandals flashing from under the hem of her gown, she looked very festive in keeping with the holiday season. Her crowning glory, a blazing mane of red hair was swept over her right shoulder, held in place with combs that gleamed with what I assumed were faux-emeralds. Christina Hendricks, move over. “You look wonderful,” she said as she held me away from her and studied me. “I’ve been so worried about you, though your parents and Jeff said you were doing beautifully.” Aunt Dita was like a second mother to me. She and my mom along with Dad and Uncle Jeffy had formed a four-person “village” that had raised Em and me, albeit with the assistance of full-time nannies. Uncle Jeffy greeted me with a bro-hug, looking very distinguished in his tuxedo. And right behind him was Em, my very best friend, next to Mike now, of course. She was something of a carbon copy of her mother: the same voluptuous figure and red hair, though she had her father’s patrician nose and jawline and his height, too. Em had always towered over me and most of the boys in our class. She was in a purple sweater and jeans with Uggs, perfect travel-wear. “Milky!” she exclaimed spreading her arms wide. “Goldie!” I answered back, mirroring the gesture. “You stupid bimbo!” we said in unison as we hugged one another. “How the hell are you?” Mike observed us with bemusement as my mother joined us saying, “Must you greet each other like that?” “Aw Ma,” I said as Em and I disengaged. “We’re just joking.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head, then turned to Aunt Dita. “Mimi,” Aunt Dita said, sounding awed. “Where on earth did you get that dress?” she asked as she walked around my mom, checking out the slim black beaded cocktail dress she wore. It glittered with every move and served as the perfect backdrop to her favorite jewelry – the pearls my dad had given her as a “push” gift when I was born – along with a pair of black patent leather pumps. “Vintage,” my mom said, clearly pleased by the praise. “Ken will be here in a minute,” she said. “He had a rough day.” Uncle Jeffy sighed deeply. “He makes things harder than they need to be,” he told us. “I had to force him to leave early, he was driving the rest of the team insane. The associates and paralegals were better off finishing and filing the documents without him breathing down their necks.” “I heard that,” my dad called out as he joined us having finished putting on his tuxedo. “You were meant to,” Uncle Jeffy said back, not displaying an iota of embarrassment. “Have some wine Dad,” I said as I poured him some of his favorite merlot. Em and Mike were already sipping glasses of chilled chardonnay and nibbling on hummus and pita chips. “White or red?” I offered the others. As we drank and nibbled and Maxi begged for handouts, everyone relaxed, exchanging small talk about school, work, health, the news, the weather, and so on. I was glad to see that Mike and Em seemed to be getting on very well. “You’re considering law school I hear,” Aunt Dita said to Mike. “Oh, uh, yeah,” he answered, clearly surprised at how quickly that fact had spread. After all, it was only yesterday that he’d mentioned the idea to my dad. “Watching your husband has been really inspiring,” Mike said earnestly. Game, set and match to Michael Prescott, I thought to myself as Aunt Dita gave him a dazzling smile. “Well Jeff and Ken will be more than happy to help you in any way you need. For that matter, so will I and so will Mimi. And much as I hate to leave such charming company, we have to go – the limo should be waiting downstairs by now.” “Wait,” Em said, pulling out her phone. “You look so cute, we have to get pictures of you and send them to the family,” she said archly as she snapped a few photos of our parents in their formal wear. I picked up on my cue. “Yes, you look so nice when you’re dressed up,” I gushed. “It’s a pity you don’t do it more often.” “That’s enough from both of you,” said my mother. “You’ve gotten your revenge.” Our mothers had fussed over us the same way when we were on our way to an expensive restaurant last summer to celebrate our graduation from high school. Em and I exchanged a high five. Coats were retrieved and goodbyes were exchanged. “We have to get together again while the kids are here,” Aunt Dita said as they exited. “We could all go to brunch or dinner or something?” she suggested as my mom nodded in agreement. “Now don’t stay out too late,” I lectured as they waited for the elevator, “and don’t drink too much wine, be careful how much coffee you have or you won’t be able to sleep and be sure to thank the hostess before you leave…” “I hope the elevator gets here before I commit murder,” my father interrupted. I closed the door, grinning from ear to ear. Em immediately started laughing hysterically, and Mike and I joined her. We went back to the dining room for more hors d’oeuvres and wine. “Okay, Milky, it’s time to spill the dirt,” Em said. “Oh, Goldie…” I started. “Sorry,” Mike interrupted, “but I have to ask – Milky I get: Darren, Dairy, Milky. But Goldie?” he said looking from me to Em. I started to giggle. “I came up with it after she started calling me Milky,” I said. “Darren M. Low-on-wits…” Em gritted out warningly. Now I could hardly get the words out because I was laughing so hard. “Her full name is Emmeline Amelia Ward. So that became Emmy Award, and the Emmys are gold statues…” I couldn’t finish as I dissolved laughing at my own joke. Mike grinned at me and shook his head. “You know it’s really too bad, Milky. You found a hunky, sweet guy, but I’m going to have to kill him because you told him my real name,” Em remarked casually. I just laughed harder. “He’s his own best audience,” Em said to Mike. “So I’ve noticed,” Mike agreed. “Now just a second,” I said, trying to stem my laughter. “Have some more wine, Milky,” Em said. “You’re obviously a little buzzed.” I finally calmed down. “So?” Em demanded. “What?” I said back. “Oh. Dirt. Well you’ve probably seen it on the news,” I grumbled. “I already knew you were a complete slut, Milky,” Em said, stroking my cheek. “Hey!” I said. “It’s not like I had that many guys while we were in high school.” “Yep, but it wasn’t for lack of trying,” Em teased. “Really?” Mike said. “Don’t listen to her,” I said. “Milky was attracted to a slew of jerks…” Em continued. “Not that much happened with any of them,” I said, starting to feel flustered. “That’s what made them jerks, honey,” Mike said, covering one of my hands with his. I paused and looked at him. “You always know the right thing to say,” I sighed. “Okay, now we’re talking,” Em said, her green eyes sparkling. “Honey?” “It’s just a…nickname,” I said. “Yeah, and what does he call you?” Em said to Mike. “Don’t…” I started. “Michaelicious,” Mike supplied. I gave him what I hoped was a withering look. “Vintage Milky,” Em crowed. “How did you meet?” “It was at orientation,” I said, and told her my edited version. “Wow,” Em said, sobered by the end of the story, how Mike had rescued me from the murderous clutches of the football coach. “How could he do that to my sweet Milky?” she asked plaintively. “He was an über-jerk,” Mike assured her. “God, I’m so glad you were there,” Em said, now serious as she took Mike’s hand. “This is my brother by another mother,” she added gesturing at me. Mike looked acutely uncomfortable. I sighed inwardly. He’d never quite gotten over his guilt about the whole thing no matter what I said. “Okay, sis, I’m ready for dinner.” I said to redirect the conversation. “You?” “Fine with me,” Em answered. “Sure,” Mike said, relieved to have the spotlight off of him. We moved to the kitchen, and I got out the salad; the table was already set. I followed that with my mom’s special turkey meatloaf. “Milky,” Em said, “your mom is the only person in the universe who actually makes delicious meatloaf.” “And it’s so good for you, too. She uses herbs, spices, wheat berries…” I said sounding like an announcer for a Cooking Network show. “Don’t ruin it by telling me it’s nutritious,” Em complained, covering her ears with her hands. Mike cleared the table while I got out dessert dishes. “Coffee? Tea?” I offered. Beverage selections made, we dug into apple cake. “Okay, your turn Goldie,” I said. “Dirt.” She sipped her tea, then said “Not much to tell.” “Yeah, right,” I said. “Really,” Em answered with a disgruntled sigh. “I’m surrounded by short, geeky, sexist nerds with the emotional intelligence of 12-year-olds. They mostly make really clumsy jokes or passes, and then won’t listen to me when we have to do projects.” “But Uncle Jeffy told me you loved MIT.” “That was then,” she said sourly. “I swear that if one more guy calls me “Red” or “Boomers” I’m going to end up in jail.” “What happened to letting them ogle ‘the girls’ while you quietly take over?” I said. That was how Aunt Dita had described her coping strategy in her work in academia. “Engineers are not psychologists, Milky. These are guys who decorate their dorm rooms with Transformers posters. I’m surprised they don’t use lunch boxes with Obi-Wan Kenobe on the front.” “Eew,” I said wrinkling my nose. “What are you going to do?” She sighed. “I’m looking into transferring,” she admitted. “Maybe Harvard or Columbia or NYU.” “But MIT was your dream school,” I said shocked at how discouraged she sounded. “Yeah, well, I wanted to be a ballerina when I was five. Things don’t always work out the way you think they will. At least if I were in New York I could still get decent pizza and there are all-night diners.” I smiled mischievously. “And of course Matt is doing pre-med at Columbia…” “Shut up, Milky,” Em said. “Matt?” Mike asked tentatively. “Her high school boyfriend. He was a on the basketball team so…” “I said to shut up, Milky.” “Uh-huh,” I said. Em took a deep breath. “All right, we’ve been texting all semester and he misses me and I miss him. Satisfied?” “Completely,” I said with a smug smile. “Let’s move into the living room, it’ll be more comfortable. More cake or tea or…?” I asked. We made the move, and Maxi followed us there, jumping up on the sofa and making himself comfortable on my lap. Mike sat next to me, Em took one of the armchairs. “So we’ve covered the romantic front,” Goldie said. “Are you playing any?” Uh-oh. Danger ahead. “Every chance we get,” I said in a breathy voice. “Milky,” Em said in a warning voice. “No.” I said. “And I don’t want to talk about it.” “What are you talking about?” Mike said. Oh, fuck. “You’re going to pay for this, Goldie. I played the piano until I went to college.” Em threw me a disbelieving look. “Milky, saying that you played piano is like saying that Nadal plays tennis or A-Rod was a Yankee. He’s a prodigy,” she informed Mike. “I hate that word,” I grumbled. “What word would you prefer?” Em said. “He’s amazing. Got into Juilliard prep when he was nine playing an audition that his teacher said would put a lot of the undergrad applicants to shame.” Mike looked surprised and as if something was now finally clear to him. “Honey?” he said. I exhaled sharply. “Fine. Yes I made it into Juilliard Prep, I won some competitions…” “‘Won some competitions?’” Em repeated. “You won everything you entered. He made his concerto debut with orchestra when he was 11.” “Yeah, with some regional pick-up group,” I said dismissively. “And I didn’t win the one thing I really wanted, Yale School of Music.” “Bullshit, Milky, you didn’t want Yale. You wanted Juilliard and you were accepted but your parents, really your dad, said no.” “Wait, wait,” Mike said. “You got into Juilliard and your parents said no and sent you to school in rural Pennsylvania?” “Yep, that sums it up,” I said, hugging Maxi as I remembered how painful it’d been. “So why aren’t you a music major?” Mike asked. “There. Just what I’d like to know,” Em said. I felt my face twist into a scowl. “Because there wasn’t time to audition.” “But your dad could have…called someone or something,” Mike said. “We had an…argument…about it,” I said, though calling that fight an argument was something like calling World War II a border dispute. “I knew it,” said Em. I stuck my tongue out at her. “An argument?” Mike prompted. I gave up. “No. More like an epic battle that lasted most of the summer,” I sighed, recalling the screaming fights we’d had as I petted Maxi’s head in hopes of lowering my blood pressure. “I told him there was no point in studying music if I wasn’t going to go to the best school I could.” “And…” Em said, gesturing. “He said fine. And that was it,” I said feeling my eyes sting a little. “I played my last concert in August and retired at the peak of my career,” I said sarcastically. “Sweetheart, this is why you sit in the window seat, listen to classical music and look like you want to cry.” I nodded, not willing to trust my voice not to crack. I took a deep breath and exhaled it, calming myself. “So does that answer your question, Goldie?” I said, trying for off-hand but getting closer to petulant. “The answer is no, I haven’t played at all. Next?” “Will you play something now?” Mike asked. A tug-of-war ensued in my chest. I’d dealt with the whole issue by not dealing with it. I was all wrapped up with the battle at the frat at the beginning of the semester, and I figured I’d find something else to do eventually. I avoided even looking at the beautiful rosewood piano my grandparents had given me for my Bar Mitzvah whenever I was home. “I haven’t even touched a piano in months. I’m not sure I remember how,” I said. “Bullshit again, Milky. You were a natural from the start.” “Whatever,” I said. “You want to see a video?” Em asked Mike. “Oh, no,” I said. “Not fair.” “Shut up Milky,” Em said as she pulled out her phone and opened YouTube. “I knew I should have taken those fucking things down,” I grumbled. “You didn’t post all of them,” Em answered with a satisfied smile. “Fine. I’m going to get the dishes started,” I said, putting Maxi to one side. “Anyone for more tea or cake or something?” I asked. “We’ll be fine,” Em said as she located the video of me playing the Mozart Concerto 18 in B flat with orchestra. “He did this a couple of years ago. The orchestra hired him to play on a regular concert. Doesn’t he look cute in his white tie and tails?” I heard the opening of the first movement, the quiet, quasi-martial motif, as if hearing a military band from a distance. And that was all I could take, it was too painful, I went to the kitchen with Maxi in tow and began cleaning up the dinner dishes, making as much noise as I could so I wouldn’t be able to hear anything more. I carefully cleaned the table, the sink and all the counters, then decided to pull out the espresso machine and make us all cappuccino, hoping that it would fill enough time that I wouldn’t have to listen to my past. As a last stalling tactic, I gave Maxi one of his treats, then washed my hands at the kitchen sink. When I ventured out of the kitchen bearing three cappuccinos and three slices of apple cake, the concerto was just finishing. I heard the applause erupt from the tinny speaker on Em’s phone, and was transported back to that moment, the rush I felt as everyone, including the orchestra, cheered and clapped. It was almost unbearable. “Okay, through rummaging through my closet for skeletons?” I said as I set down the tray on the coffee table. “No, Maxi, apple cake isn’t good for you,” I told the dog who was giving me his best I’m starving look. “Honey, that was amazing,” Mike said enthusiastically. “Thanks,” I mumbled. “Did you ever play with that orchestra before?” “What?” “It was the Southwestern Pennsylvania Philharmonic, right?” I stared at him, flummoxed. “How did you know that? I barely remember.” “We used to go to their concerts.” “Really?” Em said. “Yeah, we were homeschooled by a group of moms, and they were determined to emphasize ‘the classics.’ It was fun, really. At least it was a break from chores on the farm.” “Milky, this guy is perfect!” “Okay, but why do you ask if I played with them before?” I asked Mike. “I think I might have seen you with them.” “What?” “Yeah, I remember this little kid, really, coming out and bringing down the house.” “I made my concerto debut with them,” I said. “They have an annual competition and I won it when I was 11…” I trailed off. “You couldn’t have been there, that’s too weird.” “I’m pretty sure I was. You played a wild little modern piece as an encore…” “It was just Bartok,” I interjected. “Well whatever, our parents were outraged that you were playing what they called ‘modern trash.’” “Milky,” Em said slowly. “Your dream is coming true…he heard you and fell in love and now…” “Oh cut it out, Goldie.” “…you’re sherbet.” “Sherbet?” Mike said, completely confused. “That’s bashert” I snapped. “Whatever, you know what I mean,” Em said dismissively. “Huh?” Mike said. “Bashert is Yiddish for, uh, fated or meant to be,” I explained. “Or soulmate,” Em added. “I suppose that explains it,” Mike said. “Explains what?” I asked. “I got your autograph that night, I still have the program somewhere at my parent’s house.” I just stared at him. “I guess you don’t remember,” he said a little sadly. I gulped. “No, I do. You were the first person who ever asked for my autograph. That was you?” I vaguely remembered a tall, lanky dark-haired guy with a tendency to stoop, bad acne and a mouthful of braces. “Yeah,” Mike said, grinning at me. “Guess I changed a little since then.” “Sherbet,” Em said. “Okay, now you’re just yanking my chain, Goldie.” “What are best friends for?” she said with an impossibly sweet smile. I just rolled my eyes and bit my tongue. “Now will you play something?” Em asked. I sighed. “Oh-kay,” and went to the piano. I seated myself, adjusted the piano bench, raised my hands dramatically, and played a single note: middle C. “Very funny, Milky. You’re just hilarious.” “I know,” I answered. “Play a piece of music…” So I launched into a high-speed rendition of Chopsticks. “A real piece of music, Milky,” Em shouted over my banging. “A Bach prelude.” I immediately shifted into playing the first prelude of Bach’s Well-Tempered Clavier, the easiest one of the bunch. “Real funny, Darr,” Mike said. “That’s Gounod.” My jaw dropped and I stopped. “How did you know…I mean, it’s Bach, but Gounod borrowed it for his Ave Maria.” “Emphasis on the classics,” quoted Em. “Play your favorite one.” I felt a small ball of dread in the pit of my stomach, but gave in and started the B flat minor Prelude, a slow, solemn processional with a steady beat and some really delicious harmonies. When I finished, the room was silent. Even Maxi was curled up next to the piano bench as he’d always done when I practiced. “Wow,” Mike said. “That was…I mean, you’re like…awesome.” “What’d I tell you?” Em said. I was unsure whether she was directing her comment to me or to Mike. “That’s one of things you’d sit and hum along with, wasn’t it?” “Yeah,” I said in little more than a whisper. Then I pulled myself together and said, “Okay, I’ve sung for my supper. Can I have my cappuccino now?” ————————— We finished the coffee and cake, then Em said she was tired and needed to get some sleep. I promised that we’d spend more time together during the break. “And be sure to invite Matt,” I added slyly. “Fine,” Em said matter-of-factly. “I will. It was great meeting you, Mike. It’s good to see Milky found a guy who appreciates him. But one thing: hurt him and I’ll break both of your kneecaps.” “Emmeline…” I said between gritted teeth. “No, that’s fine,” Mike said. “Same here.” I reflected on that somewhat ambiguous comment while Em put on her coat and prepared to walk to her parent’s place. “Should you be out alone after dark?” Mike asked. “Can we get you a cab or something?” Em smiled, and said “This one’s definitely a keeper, Milky. My parent’s place is around the corner, practically next door, don’t worry. Bye-bye Maxi,” she said and stooped to pet him. He hated it when anyone left. “So,” I said. “Now what?” thinking we’d take advantage of my parent’s absence to fuck some more. Still working on that sero-conversion… “Will you play some more for me?” Mike asked. “Really?” “Yeah. Please?” “Okay, if you really want,” I said as we made our way back to the living room. He took a seat on the armchair closest to the piano. “What do you want to hear?” I asked. “Whatever you want. But no chopsticks! Something…romantic?” Mike said. He’d just hit on one of my fantasies, playing sweet music for the guy I was dating. My high school boyfriends hadn’t ever wanted to go there. I chose my favorite Chopin Nocturne, the one in D flat major. My hands felt clumsy, simultaneously stiff and weak. It’d been a long time since I’d tried to play anything that required any kind of fluency, but I made my way through it with a few small stumbles. Mike beamed at me when it was over. “Thanks.” Then he turned serious. “Do you miss it honey?” Another of those moments when I couldn’t talk, so I just nodded. “Okay, we’re going to get that back for you,” Mike said. “But…” I began. “Sweetheart? Shut up.”

FT. LAUDERDALE - Wow! What a night for me at Slammer! I must have taken between 10 and 15 cocks thru the gloryholes and I counted 7 loads. There may have been more since some guys shoot quietly. But my hole was flooded. I hadn't done that in a while so it felt so amazing to just be an anonymous cumdump for all those guys!! I slept with all the cum in me and didn't empty them out until this morning when I woke up! I'll try to go back again this weekend!

Woke up in a mood for cum and cock the other day after my boyfriend left for work. Packed myself a nice bowl of herb, took a shower, then got online to see what kind of trouble I could find. Luckily, a regular bud was on and looking to fuck and breed. I couldn't wait to get his cock again. He always wants me ass up and waiting so her can dive tongue first into my hole before he starts plowing me with his thick uncut Dominican cock. After we were done confirming details, another guy hit me up on Growlr, telling me he wanted to fuck my ass. I'd never met up with him before but the picture he sent of his cock and the fact that he wanted to eat my hole and breed me got my hole twitching. My regular bud was already on the way over, so I told him I had a work call to make then he'd be free to come over. My bud texted me from downstairs saying he was coming up, so I quickly got on all fours on my bed with my hole in the air, taking a nice deep hit of poppers once I heard the door to my bedroom opening. My bud dove right until my hole, tongue fucking me while I moaned. I could have let him eat my hole for hours, but I could tell he wanted to fuck. I told him the lube was on the nightstand, and took another deep hit off the poppers as he slid into my hole. I knew from the deep, gutteral moan we both let out as he slid into me that this fuck wasn't doing to last long. We both needed it too badly. I immediately started matching him stroke for stroke, fucking myself on his cock as he thrust into me. His thick cock stretched my hole as I begged him to fuck me deep and hard. My face was buried in the sheets of my bed, I still hadn't seen my bud's face, only felt his tongue and cock in my hole. I heard his breath quicken and knew it was time to get what I'd needed. I moaned loudly and told him to breed my hole, shoot that load deep into me. He thrust hard into me at that, and I could feel his cock spasm inside me as he flooded my hole with his cum. He pulled out and I immediately turned around, taking his fat cock into my mouth to the base, tasting his seed and my hole on his cock while I looked up at him for the first time since he entered the room. He said thanks and told me had to run, quickly getting dressed and leaving less than two minutes after he gave me his load. I leaned back and got back on Growlr, still hungry for another load. I texted the other guy my address and he told me he'd be there in ten minutes. While I was waiting for him to show up, I fingered my freshly bred hole, licking every drop from my fingers as it leaked out. Soon, there was a knock on my door and this handsome hipster walked in. I immediately pulled him towards me and unbuckled his jeans, diving on his cock with my mouth. I felt him grow as a sucked him, his cock had to be at least 8 inches long and 6 inches thick. He growled at my as I deep throated him, telling me he wanted to tongue my hole. I again got on all fours, both of us taking multiple deep hits of poppers. He started tonguing my ass like a starving man. I was in fucking heaven. I couldn't even form words as he spread my ass open and drove his tongue in deep. He wasn't just eating my hole, he was genuinely tongue fucking me. We both moaned in unison as he got deep into my hole. He had to be tasting the load the was just shot inside me. After tonguing me deep for twenty minutes or so, he started rubbing the head of his fat fuck against my hole, asking me if I was ready to be fucked. I moaned a yes in response and took some deep hits as he started to slide into me. My hole was so wet already that he slid in to the hilt with no resistance. This guy knew how to fuck. He plowed me deep, stopping every few minutes to tongue my hole some more. I could feel my hole getting wetter, he was leaking a river of precum into me. After his fourth time switching between fucking me with his cock and this tongue, he said that it's time to get me bred. He tells me to get on all fours, and starts pounding me deeper and harder than he had before. Telling me to take every fucking inch, I feel his cock swell as his heavy hairy balls unload into my hole. He stays inside me as he goes soft, and of course I clean his cock by taking it deep in my throat again. He tells me to hit him up anytime as he dresses and leaves, while I lay back and lazily finger my well used hole. Could have taken more loads, but had to get ready for work. Not a bad morning off.

Ended up at a bath house last night and spent most of the night in a sling, I needed that so badly...

Summer had just started and I was here just ready to convert my next victim. My name is Mark, I’m 32 years old, lawyer, single, very healthy, I work out 5 to 6 times a week, good looking, just the classic unsuspected guy. I live in Miami, a place full of guys always looking for a good fuck. My type? Tourists. They are just so slutty, they are normally straight to business, fuck with lots of guys and, when back home, trying to figure out who converted them is just a guess game. Gabriel was just like that. Latin, bottom, 18 years old from Colombia, with that innocent look and a hunger for cock hard to fulfill. We’ve been chatting on Grindr for the last couple of days. Here’s what I learned from him so far: he is single, lives with his mom and therefore doesn’t get as much action as he wanted, he is studying to be a journalist someday, and having in mind a few pictures that little slut sent me, he has the perfect ass to eat all night long. He loves a dirty talk and has been teasing me these days so much, I couldn’t wait another day to breed him. I was on the edge. He was always saying the dirtiest thing but without loosing that sweet innocence. He told me the positions he liked, the guys he had hooked up so far, and his personal record for biggest cock he has faced: 6 inches. You may be wondering at this point and the answer is no, he never asked me if I was poz. My scorpion tattoo on my chest never brought any questions up to him. Not sure if back to his country that doesn’t mean the same, or if he is just too young to know. He for instance was neg and bare virgin, never had had sex without a rubber on in his life, which for me just made things way more interesting. I managed to convince him to come over to my place, I even called an Uber for him just so he didn’t have another excuse not to come. He didn’t take long. A few minutes later there he was, sitting on my sofa, a neg tight ass about to get pozzed. And I would do anything to shot my load deep into his guts. Stealth fucking him wasn’t off the table for me, but I wanted to use it as a last option. I wanted him to agree going bare with me. So I started the talking - So you’re 18 yo and never did it bare? - No, never. - Not even for a little play here and there, you know, without cumming? - No, im really paranoid about that. I always make it clear, you know, condom or no sex at all. - Really? Condom? You think those are safe? - Sure - Have you heard of stealth? There are people out there that cuts the condom on purpose without the bottom acknowledging it and cums inside his ass. You think thats safe? - That really happens? - he seemed distant at this point. You could tell he was thinking on the past guys he had slept with. Could any of them do something like that? - It sure do - I replied - plus, you know, it can breaks naturally. They are really not safe at all. It is ok for straight couples to avoid pregnancy, but for us is just not the best. Me for exemple I stopped using those like three years ago. Of course I still have some, in case the bottom doesn’t want bare, but I tell you Gabriel, people are using it less and less. - I’m sorry, I could not do that. I mean, you can get HIV and other stuff. - Not if you take PrEP, kid. Have you heard of it? - No, never… - PrEP is like a medicine, its these pills you take that prevent you to get HIV virus. Its 100% effective, specially if you take in the first 72 hours after the sex. Come on, you don’t need to believe me, take your phone, google it. As soon as he start looking at it, I kept explaining to him how miraculous those little pills were and the possibilities of pleasure that were open to me since I start taking if after sex. A pleasure with responsibility. It was time for the next step. I kissed him passionately, turning him around, kissing his back while taking his trousers off gently, then kissing and licking his ass the way only a natural top would do. My cock was so hard I could barely stop myself from fucking him at that exact moment, but he wasn’t begging for it yet, I wanted him to beg for bare cock all inside. I kept on kissing and playing with his ass, with his sensations, just as if I was there only for his pleasure. Few minutes later he was ready for it. I was kissing his neck and my hard cock touching his ass was driving me crazy. He always said he would never take it bare, so I think this time he was a little bit afraid I was going to judge him so he didn’t say a word, he couldn’t be verbal about it, it was all against what he always believed, but right there in that living room his body spoke louder than his words when he grabbed my bare cock with his left hand putting it in the right place, just when he opened his ass to receive it all in. It was time to get him pregnant. I fucked him gentle at first and then harder and harder. I couldn’t stop. His hole was so tight, it was just so good feeling my cock actually opening his ass, making him scream and shiver with a mix of pleasure and pain. He was mine, he was there secretly waiting for a huge load in his ass, and I wasn’t going to disappoint him. I shot my load right in his guts, and stayed there fucking him for a while just to work that toxic load in his ass a bit. Just like it started, I finished it, kissing him passionately - Thank you for letting me do that - I said - you cum a lot as well, I guessing you liked it, kid. He didn’t say a word, but his body always spoke to me. I fucked him twice again that night, both bare, both hard, both deep and with that little bit of blood that makes my job so much easier. In the morning it was time to take PrEP. Two little pills and no worries. He took the pills I gave him immediately and asked me once more if this was all he needed to do. I looked at that young stupid face and said yes, kissing him one more time, just so he could stop making questions. Five minutes later he was leaving to meet his friends. We never saw each other again. He left my place with such a look of satisfaction as if he couldn’t ask for anything else. And so couldn’t I. Everything went perfectly. I had deposited three loads of high viral cum in his neg ass and didn’t have to even touch a rubber all night. My babies were in his body already, taking control of every inch of him, and those simple pre-work out pills wouldn’t help him to stop it. There was nothing he could do. Man, I love these stupid sluts. You give them a little romance, a genuine smile, and they believe everything you say. Cannot wait to find the next one.

This is my first story, which is an embellishment of how I actually started barebacking after my wife left me. It you guys like it there is lots more to the story I've also included a picture of me wearing the exact glass plug I talk about in the story. Enjoy. Part 1. I’d never felt worse in my life. My wife had admitted to cheating on me, and at the end of a horrible week trying to reconcile things with her she told me she wanted a divorce and was going to stay with her parents. "I can't wear this anymore," she said as she slipped off her wedding ring and set it on the table by the entryway. Then she was gone. That was two days ago. I was depressed and suicidal, and had started drinking early in the day. As the hours went by my swirling mix of emotions manifested in a strange depraved horniness. “Fuck it,” I thought. I’d always wanted to do it, why not? I’d long had a fantasy of being fucked anonymously, and taking a raw load of cum in my ass. Despite having a number of discrete hook ups over the years I’d never done it because I was terrified of getting an STD. Yet, I kept coming back to these homemade videos of Craigslist encounters where a submissive bottom became a cumdump for strangers. I couldn’t get that scene out of my head: blindfolded, helpless while a random stud shoved his cock in raw, using the bottom like an object. Countless nights I had lain in bed and jacked off to that fantasy while my wife slept next to me. I felt like I was built to be a cumdump. I had a naturally round and smooth ass. I worked out frequently at the gym down the street and got lots of lingering looks from the older Daddy types. I was only 28, still young enough I still advertised myself as a ‘college boy’ in Craigslist ads. Plus, although in public I acted like the stereotypical aggressive white male, I secretly craved domination. No one would ever guess – unless they saw my internet search history- that my fantasies were borderline sissy. In my depressed state I’d downed half a bottle of shitty rum and my entire body was feeling hot. My inhibitions were quickly evaporating. I sat at my laptop and typed out a Craigslist ad with one hand while my other jacked my smallish circumcised cock: College cumdump looking for anon sex. Smooth thick college booty looking to host anon tops ASAP. Walk in, fuck me, cum and leave. My blood rushing, I posted some photos of my ass that I kept hidden away in a folder on my hard drive. In one, I had my wife’s glass butt plug inserted and you could see straight into my gaped hole. In another, my hole was stretched around a thick cucumber. Such is the sex life of closeted married guys, relegated to using makeshift toys or using those of our wives. I posted the ad, and went to the bathroom to clean up. Even though I hadn’t had many anal experiences, I knew all about getting clean inside. I found a water bottle worked fine for enemas (could never have anything proper in case the wife found it) even though it scratched up my hole a bit. I didn’t even care really. As drunk as I was I felt nothing but pleasure as I shoved the corkscrew nose of the bottle into myself and started to purge. In between cleanings I gave everything a good shave, dick, balls, ass, thighs. I loved running my hands over my freshly shaved skin. Being smooth like that made me feel emasculated. I gave my thick ass a slap and moaned with desire. I was prepping myself to be used by whoever came as a public cumdump slut. Hell, I was depressed and thinking about killing myself anyway, what did it matter if I let some anonymous men use me as a piece of fuckmeat? I checked my ad and saw I already had a few responses. Most didn't seem legit, but one guy replied with a picture showing a nice thick uncircumcised Mexican cock. There were lots of Mexicans where I was, since it was sort of a sanctuary town. The sight of his meaty brown cock made me clinch my ass with anticipation. He was 5'11, thin but fit, had lots of tattoos. It never surprises me how many guys will use their real email addresses and names for a 'discrete' craigslist encounter. The name 'Isaiah Rodriguez' was in the header. He said he was straight and just wanted a hole to dump into. Out of curiosity, since the city was only 100,000 or so, I googled his name and didn't have much trouble finding him since he'd apparently been arrested recently. Drugs and assault. Seeing his face in the google images search, he definitely looked like the type who'd fuck you up if you pissed him off. Recently released from prison from a felony conviction. But fuck it all anyway. I was going to be his bitch. I sent him my apartment number and he said he was on his way and that he wanted it dark so he could fuck me anonymously. The rush of doing something so risky had me flying. I would never normally hook up with a guy like this, but my depressed state twisted my fears into desires. I was a beta and he was an alpha. It was his right to conquer a submissive bitch like me, a little beta who couldn't even keep his wife from straying. I placed a blanket down on the linoleum of the entryway, along with a bottle of lube and a black scarf that was to be my blindfold. Then I went and turned off all the lights until it was pitch black in the apartment and returned to my place in front of the door. In the darkness I wrapped the scarf around my face, covering my eyes, and tied it snuggly behind my head. I got on all fours in front of the door and popped my ass just like a good bitch should. I shivered as the cool air shriveled my testicles. The only sound I could hear was my own breathing and a dull hum of traffic passing outside. Eventually, I heard a car's engine approach and then park outside. A few moments later, footsteps. Then, the door opening. I held my breath as the cold air swept in, rushing over my puckered pussy. He didn't say a word as he entered and closed the door behind him. He got down on his knees behind me and felt my smooth ass. His finger stopped when he found my hole, and he started fingering me roughly. I moaned as he molested me. After a minute or so I heard the clank of his belt unbuckle as he undid his pants and I suddenly felt his warm cockhead at my hole. In all my years sneaking around and being a closeted faggot, I'd never taken a cock raw. I was finally living out my fantasy! I reached back and handed him the bottle of lube. He took it and squirted it on his cock and rubbed some into my puckering hole. "You're gonna take my cock, whiteboy," he told me as he positioned himself behind me. He grabbed my hips and thrust into me, sending burning pain shooting through my asshole. FUCK. I clenched my teeth, whimpering as he resized me. hadn't warmed up at all before, and his thick Mexican cock was tearing me open! Just his head was able to get in at first, but after a few more thrusts he was hitting deeper and deeper until every inch of his meaty cock was stuffed into me. "Fuck ya, bitch," he sighed when his cock and sunk into me fully. He slapped my ass and proceeded to fuck me. I'd never been fucked so roughly before. He clearly only cared about his own pleasure. Soon my tight hole surrendered to his pounding and I began to loosen up enough to enjoy it. o doubt about it, this must be how it feels to be a bitch. I was like a rag doll as he shoved into me doggystyle, a total stranger barebacking me without ever seeing his face. Suddenly he grunted and thrust into me extra deep. I warmth spread inside me as I groaned in pleasure. Fuck, he'd done it. He blasted into me without even a warning. Breathing heavily, he commanded "Stay face down, until after I leave, bitch," and, as he withdrew his cock from my ass he added "I don't want you seeing who I am, faggot." I nodded, even though it was dark. A few seconds later the cold air rushed in as he opened and closed the door, and he was gone. "Oh my god," I moaned in ecstasy, slipping my blindfold up. "I just got bred like a bitch." I felt filthy and used. I reached back between my legs and felt my tender hole. I could feel his warm cream dripping out of me. Fuck, how much had he cum? I didn't want to lose it, so I crawled into the bedroom to the box where my wife kept her dirty toys and found the giant glass butt plug. I'd gotten it for her for Valentine's day, but it had been way too large for her and she wasn't that into anal play. But now here I was inserting the cool glass into my own hole. With the cum it slid into me rather easily until I got to its widest part. Fuck it felt good to feel the cool glass against my burning, pummeled pussy. I sat back on the plug and bounced up and down. I didn't even touch my cock as it flopped around. I was a total bitch tonight and I was only going to get pleasure through my hole. I groaned as the huge glass plug stretched me even wider than the Mexican's cock had, until finally I couldn't take it any longer. I didn't give a fuck if it was going to hurt... I sat down full on it and shoved it in. A brief feeling of shock swept over me as I felt the plug's huge circumference pass through me, and then instant relief as my guts sucked it in. Holy fuck, that was amazing. I'd only ever had the plug inside me once before when I'd taken those pictures I'd posted in my Craigslist ad. This thought made me want to see something. Standing, I waddled with the uncomfortably large plug to the bathroom and turned on the light. Facing away from the mirror, I turned my head far enough to get a glimpse of my gaped ass in the mirror. "Fuck..." I moaned as I saw it. With the glass window into my ass I could see the white spew coating my guts. I bent over further and snapped a few pictures on my cellphone. I returned to my laptop to see if I had any more responses, and my greedy hole tightened around my plug as I saw all the cocks which were lined up, eager to fuck me. And so I did what a cumdump is supposed to do. I messaged two more guys my address and put my blindfold back on, patiently waiting to accept any cock that came through the door. I didn't have to wait long. A bigger guy who sounded white showed up a few minutes later. I was disappointed when I heard the sound of a condom wrapper, but he had a thick cock and fucked me hard. After him there was another Mexican guy, an older one this time. Basically couldn't speak any English and had a smaller cock, but he at least fucked me bare and dumped his load on the pile. When he left, I reinserted my wife's butt plug to keep the cum from dripping out. "Damn," I thought. These guys had been fun, but were nothing compared to the first alpha who had fucked me. I went and took a few more swigs of my shitty rum to keep my buzz up. I wanted the next guy to be a really good fuck, someone who would really dominate me. By now the emails had piled up and I could afford to be a bit choosier. One message caught my eye. It was from 'Sir.' I clicked the email and was greeted with a faceless body shot of a muscular older dom with a massively thick cock dripping precum. The email read "Bitch, Daddy knows what boys like you need. I've got a five-day load that needs dumped in a sweet boy hole. Only reply if you want to submit fully and be owned." A chill passed through me as I read his words. This guy had tried to contact me before. Months ago I'd posted an ad while my wife was out of town to suck some cock. We'd exchanged some emails but he had seemed way too intense and I flaked on him. But I distinctly remember jacking off later that night thinking about being impaled on that thick daddy cock. Submit fully? I didn't know what he was talking about, but right now it seemed like that's what I was meant for. I was already suicidal so what the fuck was there to be scared of anymore anyway? "I'll submit to you in anyway you want, Sir. I'm at 606 Sage Blvd," I replied, and resumed my proper position on my hands and knees in front of the door. My most recent swig of alcohol was rushing to my brain now. Fuck, the room was spinning in the darkness. I had been fearless before, even when I knew a convicted felon was coming over to breed me, but now a feeling of uneasiness was setting in. Had I just surpassed the good vibe buzz of my alcohol? The rush of being fucked by so many strangers was leaving, and now I started to feel cold as I crouched naked on the floor on my hands and knees, willing boy pussy in the air. What the fuck was I doing? This guy seemed even more unsafe than the Mexican gangbanger. But there was no time to reassess the situation, because there were already footsteps outside my door. Sir was here. I held my breath as the door opened and I heard the sound of heavy footsteps. "Good boy," said a deep voice. Then I heard him chuckle. "Pop your ass for Daddy," he said, stepping down onto my back with his boot heel. I immediately complied. "Yes sir." He started feeling up my ass, sighing approval. He found my glass plug, which was still inserted, and traced his rough fingertips around it. "Looks like you finally took the plunge, faggot. How many loads you got in there?" "Two loads, Sir." "Mmm good boy. Well now you're going to take the most important load of your life, bitch." I didn't know what he was talking about. "Spread your ass open for Daddy, let me see this slutty hole of yours." I placed my face into the blanket and reached back with both hands, spreading my ass. "So you're married, huh?" he said. Fuck. He must have seen my wedding ring! I was so used to wearing it I didn't even think to take it off before the fuckfest began. He slapped my ass hard. "I asked you a question, bitch!" I cringed from the sting and cried, "Yes sir! Yes, I'm married." He chuckled again and said, "Well this might be a two-for-one, then." He reached up to my ass and tugged on the sizeable plug. I moaned as he pulled it to its widest point and held it there, gaping my ass. "From husband to cumdump," he laughed. "Well faggot, you've got some making up to do," he said as he sunk the plug back up inside me. "You stood me up once before. You were supposed to give me that sweet faggot mouth of yours and you flaked out, remember?" "I'm sorry, Sir, I don't know what you mean," I said, but in truth I did remember. Suddenly he slapped me across the face, and I recoiled shock. Blindfolded and dark as it was, I was completely helpless to his assault. "Don't fucking lie, bitch. Now sit up here on your knees. I want those faggot lips wrapped around my cock." Jesus, with every word that came out of his mouth there was no choice but to comply. I sat up on my knees and he stood in front of me, guiding my mouth to his crotch. I reached up to undo his pants, and he slapped me again. "No hands, bitch. Prove how much of a fag boy you are. Use your faggot mouth to get my cock out." I did as he commanded, and used my teeth to bite his pants and, with some effort, I unbuttoned his jeans. "That's it faggot, show me how badly you want to serve me. I'm gonna own you now boy. Those dick sucking lips of yours belong to me now. You’re just fuckmeat to me." I was able to bite and pull apart his fly, and then finally gained access to the elastic band of his briefs. A new feeling was stirring inside of me. I'd been nervous at first, but there was something incredibly erotic about his dominating presence and being told exactly what to do. He was reminding me of what a beta male I truly was. I tugged down on his briefs with my teeth and received the reward of his half hard dick flopping against my face. It was freshly showered and had the stubble of a somewhat recent shave. He guided the head of his cock into my mouth. Holy fuck! His cock head was massive. Was it just because I was blindfolded and had lost my perception of size? He kept pushing in, groaning as more and more inches of his cock entered, and my mouth was stretched wider and wider. "Yaaaa, you like Daddy's horse cock, boy?" "Mphhhh-gugugg," I gagged, with his dick still in my mouth. "Mmm, well play time is over. I'm going to give your tonsils a good fucking. Keep your hands to your side. If you even try to reach up I'll slap the shit out of you." I gurgled in agreement. Sir grabbed both my ears as handles and pulled me further down on his massive cock. "Fuckkkk," he moaned. "Your wife doesn't know you suck dick, does she?" I shook my head and he chuckled. "I wonder what she'd say if she could see her faggot husband with a cock down his throat right now?" Fuck... I could never live it down if that happened and she found out. She already hated my guts. I'm sure she'd tell every fucking person we know, including that cunt sister of hers. "It's okay little boy, you keep doing a good job on Daddy's cock and I won't say a word. Now let that dick go all the way down your throat like a good bitch." He pulled my head all the way down and his massive cockhead stretched open my throat and went down my esophagus. I immediate gagged and tried to pull off, but his iron grip held me in place. He started fucking my throat mercilessly, his voice becoming threatening. "Hey, bitch, right down your fuckin' faggot throat. Bet you suck dick better than your wife does, you know that? I bet your wife has never sucked your pathetic little dick like you're sucking mine now." It was true. Despite that his dick was much more massive than mine, she'd never had much interest in giving me blowjobs, much less deep throating. "Hold it right there, fag," he said with his huge dick fully in my throat. My eyes were streaming and I was on the verge of puking. Through my blindfold it got momentarily brighter. "Say, 'I suck dick better than my wife," he ordered me. Of course, I couldn't say anything with his cock lodged in my throat, but I grunted out the phrase anyway, which simply emerged as gargled spit. He chuckled in approval. "Alright, you got my horse cock ready to fuck you boy," Daddy said with satisfaction. "I've got a special reward for you now." I heard what sounded like a plastic 'pop' and then sensed an acetone-like smell. He grabbed my face and tilted it upwards, pulling the blindfold down just a bit on my forehead. I then felt the pointed tip of a sharpie as he started writing. "There, it says 'CUMDUMP' on your face, boy, with permanent marker. I wonder what you wife will say when she sees it?" Fuck, this guy was totally mindfucking me. A twinge of horrible guilty pleasure pulsed in my cock at the humiliation this guy was dragging me through, especially when my wife was in the midst of divorcing me. "Speaking of your wife, I think I know the best way to break a sissy bitch like you in. Where are your wife's panties?" "Wha-? Her panties?" "Her panties, faggot. Where does she keep them. In a drawer?" "I... Yes sir. To the right... is the bedroom. They're in the top drawer of the dresser." I heard him walk past me and creak open the bedroom door. He rummaged around before returning a few moments later. "Put these on, faggot," he said as he threw a pair of lacy panties in my face. I'm going to prove you're not even a real man. I'm going to fuck you like a bitch in your wife's panties... fuck you way better and harder than you could ever fuck her with your worthless boy cock." I swallowed down the lump in my throat. This isn't how I planned it to go. The guys were just supposed to stay in the entryway with me, fuck and leave. I cringed at how many personal and revealing things he must have just seen walking into the bedroom like that. But I also knew that if I hesitated to put on my wife's panties that Daddy was going to slap me in the face. I shimmied into the panties and discovered it was a thong, which slid snugly up between my ass cheeks. "Ha ha, there you go, now you're looking like a proper sissy faggot," Daddy laughed, giving my smooth ass a slap. "You feeling humiliated yet, boy? Are you an owned sissy cumdump?" "Yes, Sir! I'm an owned sissy faggot cumdump!" Daddy pushed me back onto all fours and grunted approval. "Yes you are boy, yes you are..." Again, there was a momentary brightness, followed by a chuckle. He grabbed the plug and pulled it from my hole, continuing to chuckle. "This is just perfect," he said, almost under his breath. I then felt him probe my hole with his rough finger. He finger fucked me, which wasn't really necessary since the three previous cocks and the plug had gaped me considerably. I felt a bit of pain as he molested my hole, which I was surprised by because with the amount of alcohol I'd consumed most of my body felt pretty numb. After a little while he positioned himself behind me, and spit on his cock. "Here it comes you little bitch. This horse cock is going to change you forever." He pulled my thong to the side and pushed the head of his cock into my hole. Pain instantly shot through me. FUCK his size made the Mexican guy seem tiny. "Don't run from it bitch. Make your wife proud and slide your slutty hole down on my cock while you're wearing her panties. Don’t you want to make your wife proud of what a good little whore you are?" "Oh fuck, Daddy! Yes, I want to make my wife proud and be a good whore!" I cried out as his huge cock resized me. Every inch that penetrated brought new waves of pleasure and pain until he was fully inside me. Then there was that sharp poking again, a jabbing pain almost but this time coming from deeper in my intestines. Daddy started fucking me, training my boy hole to take his massive cock. His voice got deeper as he fucked. He reached down and grabbed my balls in a crushing grip. "Yeah, I own these," he growled. "I own your little sissy cock and balls. I own your faggot mouth... and I own.. YOUR HOLE!" He thrust extra deep suddenly and more of the jabbing pain came. "Yes Sir, you own it all! I'm just your faggot cumdump to use how you want!" My hole had somehow adjusted to his massive cock and he was now fucking me in deep strokes, pummeling my prostate and beyond with his huge dick. "I want you to beg me for my seed, boy. I want you to beg me to knock you up while you're wearing your wife's cute little panties." "Please Daddy! Please knock me up! I want your cum, Daddy, please let me have it!" "I'm gonna get you pregnant, boy. You're gonna be my bitch and have my babies." "YES PLEASE SIR, PLEASE!!! I’LL HAVE YOUR BABIES!!" "FUCK yeah, boy. Just remember when you're trying to scrub that marker off your face later..." he was saying between thrusts, "you... begged for me to give you this...AAAAAAHHHH!" He grabbed my hips and thrust deeply, pushing me forward with my face to the floor as he shot his superior alpha load into my inferior beta cunt. His massive cock was shoved so deeply into me I thought he was going to rip through my intestines. The warm cream was spreading all inside me, more than the previous two loads combined. "Fuuuuck boy, you just really got fucked you know that?" he panted, holding his cock fully buried in me. "I really own you now boy, no going back. You're a faggot for life now." He withdrew his cock, and then I felt the smooth glass of the butt plug being shoved back into me. "Let that marinate inside you, boy. You're just a fucktoy now. This isn't the last time I'm going to use your fuckmeat. Whenever I tell you to you'll have that cunt ready for me. You'll wear what I tell you to. You do what I tell you to." I heard him zipping back up, and I just stayed face down enjoying the feeling of being a well-used cumdump. I'd definitely found my purpose in life. This parading around pretending to be an alpha had been so exhausting and phony. No doubt about it, I was a true beta and a cumdump meant to be used as a hole for real men. As Daddy's cum soaked into my guts I felt completely emasculated. Of course my wife had cheated on me and was going to leave me. I was a dumb cock sucking faggot that just allowed four strangers to fuck me. She wanted a real alpha, not the pathetic beta sissy who had just taken a load while wearing a pair of her panties. "Almost forgot," Daddy said, and I heard the familiar 'pop' of him opening his Sharpie. He wrote something small just above my tailbone, then gave my ass a slap, remarking "Enjoy that load bitch. Check your email in a bit," as he opened the door and was gone. I waited a few seconds in the darkness as I tried to process all that had just happened. "Holy fuck," I said out loud. For the first time since I'd started my night as a cumdump I reached to my cock, and could understand how small it was compared to the real man that had just fucked me. It didn't even seem worth jacking it. I was full of cum and felt completely satisfied. Dazed, I stood up and removed my blindfold. I was surprised to find that I could actually see a little bit in the dark apartment since my eyes had adjusted. I turned on the light and staggered to the bathroom mirror. My throat was burning from the rough fucking he had given my tonsils. Looking in the mirror I saw 'CUMDUMP' written across my forehead, which as of tonight was now 100% true. I then recognized the purple thong I was wearing. It had been the special lingerie my wife had worn during our honeymoon a few years earlier. One of my sexiest photos of her was her wearing this thong, bent over on all fours.... and now that had been the exact scene I'd reenacted for the stranger who had just dumped a five day load into my guts. It did make my ass look very plump and fuckable 'though. Remembering he had also written something on my back. I turned and looked over my shoulder and saw that it was simply a small plus sign. What the fuck did it mean? I was exhausted and I knew I should probably go to sleep. The hangover was going to be horrible as it was. I quickly picked up from my fuckfest, folded up the blanket and put the lube away. That's when I noticed the entryway table, or I should say, what was missing from it. "FUCK," I exclaimed with my raspy, throat-fucked voice. My wife's ring was gone. "You gotta be fucking kidding me," I said. I looked around the table to see if maybe it had gotten knocked off, but sure enough it was gone. "Holy fucking shit," I said in disbelief. Guilt and resentment instantly set in. You dumbfuck, what were you thinking. You should have been thinking about how to fix your marriage instead of playing out your gay fucking fantasies. I honestly had no fucking idea what I was going to do. It was probably the Mexican fucker who took it... god damn it... I sat down to my laptop to shut it off, when I remembered that the guy had told me to check my email in a bit. I remembered everything he'd said at the end, how he owned me, and he was going to fuck me more. "Fuck that," I scoffed. Guy was fucking crazy. It was hot to do once, but I was never going to see that guy again. Still, out of curiosity I checked my email. Sure enough, there was an email from him. I opened it to simply find a link to a craigslist ad.... I clicked it and was instantly mortified at what I saw. My face, blindfolded, a massive dick in my mouth.... Then the second one, me bent over, wearing my wife's honeymoon thong with her glass butt plug inserted in my ass, holding in the loads of strangers who had bred me.... holy shit. The table behind you could clearly see our wedding photos! There wasn't even a question as to who it was. I was completely exposed in the pictures, completely emasculated and humiliated for anyone to see who clicked on the ad. There was no way anyone who knew me wouldn't immediately identify me. The text said simply 'This married husband is now an owned cumdump. The cumdump lives at 606 Sage Boulevard and will happily wear its wife's panties while you breed it.' Oh my god. This can't be happening. I clicked on the ad and typed out a reply as fast as I could. I begged him to take down the ad. I couldn't be exposed like that. Please, I would do anything! Just take the fucking ad down. A cold, dreading sweat started to form on my brow. What was I going to do? If ANYONE saw this there would be no coming back from it. My friends, my work, everyone would know. My wife would know! Would I face charges for letting a man play with her underwear, for wearing them without her permission? Fuck fuck fuck! And then there was a reply: Sure, I'll take the ad down. Just understand that I own you now. Tomorrow at 9 PM you'll meet me in front of your door blindfolded just like you were tonight for another breeding session. You will wear another pair of your wife's panties. I think pink would look good on a sissy bitch like you. Well, the good news was my wife wasn't coming home anytime soon... I replied 'THANK YOU! Yes, I'll do whatever you want. And please, did you take the wedding ring that was on the table? Please, I'm begging you if you did, can I please have it back? It's not even worth anything, it's a fake diamond'. I had never admitted that to anyone. I was such a beta I couldn't even get my wife a real ring. His reply was short, if ambiguous 'Haha, you still haven't found it?' Found it? What the fuck was he talking about? Then something dawned on me. I reached back and slowly pulled the big glass plug out of my ass. A thick dollup of cum dripped out and onto my thigh. I inserted my finger and reached up inside myself. Probing around the cum-slicked ruined hole that was now my resized cunt, I encountered a metal circle, now warmed by the heat of my guts. Oh my god, I thought as I pulled out my wife's wedding ring out of my ass. He’d fucked it into me from the very start. The sharp edges had sliced me up pretty good inside and my hole was now incredibly tender. The normally clear glass of the fake diamond was tinged with red, and cum from three strangers dripped off it. The jabbing pain as he'd fucked me.... So this is what it was like to be completely owned, to be a true cumdump. I reached back and put the ring back inside me, followed by my wife's butt plug. Then I crawled into my empty bed that was meant for two people, and cried myself softly to sleep as the toxic load seeped into the fresh cuts that had been carved inside me by my wife’s own wedding ring.

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Yesterday morning in a deserted cottage Made my biennial trip to see family , you know the deal ,2 days of stilted conversation and waves of thinly disguised homophobia from my FIL. I stayed at a beach front hotel a couple of miles away , I woke up yesterday morning steeling myself for a last visit before heading home. I jumped on all the normal sites , but didn't hold out much hope as I was miles from anywhere. A message popped up - the normal Hi. The profile pic was a nice chest with pert nips and a thin waist , not ripped but cute. As there was no distance I though he's gong to be in the nearest city 35 miles away , but I send the normal 3 photos Dick , Fucking BB and a hairy cub I fucks hole leaking my thick cum which is glistening in his ass fuzz , along with the normal "B.B. ?" To my surprise he messaged back almost imediatly and said that he lived locally and was on his was back from a Sauna where he had taken lots of loads , but was up for another. I said I handn't showered and it would need to be quick ,I also couldnt accommodate as I was with my BF , he agreed to this all and we arranged to meet at a sea front cottage a few hundred yards away. I sipped out muttering something to my boyfriend about going out to take photos of the beach. As I approached the cottage a shiny late model car swung in to the carpark and out swept an early 40s short guy with a beautiful face and killer smile (the sort of guys who used to dance all night at raves.) We went in to a cubicle in the cottage , the whole area was deserted. He undid his jeans and showed a very cute ass in a pair of CK white pants , he just reeked of sex and spunk , what an aphrodisiac. On his slightly furry ass he had a tattoo , hot. I felt his hole , he has obviously taken a lot of cock recently as my fingers went sraight in to the knuckles. I pulled my cock out , i had warned him about the lack of shower , but he was so sex crazed that he started sucking me. I pulled his pants and jeans down and pushed him over the pan (who says the age of romance is dead) I pushed my thick cock up him and he took it like a champ , when i pulled it out it was slick with cum for the anon loads at the sauna , other guts cum makes me so hot. I started to get in to my stokes , as I want deeper and harder in to him , a really deep dicking I whispered in his ear what a dirty cunt he was for taking anon loads ,I also started to pinch and twist his nips , he loved this and squirmed down on my cock to get it right in. I hadn't cum for a couple of days I picked my pace (not sure where he has as his arms are supporting him on the toilet seat as I pounded him , and I hadn't seen or touched his cock) I came a large amount of really thick spent (my spunk always gets very thick after a couple of days) I staid hard and kept fucking him till I'd churned my load with the others , he was still bent over and when I pulled out a whole load of cum followed. He just pulled up his pants and jeans (i fingered his ass thought them till I could feel damp through the material) ,We kissed deeply and he headed off to his car. I walked back to by unsuspecting BF , taking a couple of photos on the way , I had relied the first message less that 30 mins before - if all fucks were so well timed

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.

Oh man I love the drunk straight guys at the bookstore on a Friday night. I was there around midnight. Sucked a few cocks, then went to hang out in back of video room.The first drunk guy I noticed was a lean 30 something, maybe 5-10 and 160 pounds, scruffy face and short hair. I pulled my cock out when he looked at me, and he saw it then immediately took a seat on the bench. I walked over and stood in front of him, my boner an inch from his mouth. I rubbed his hair a bit and he opened wide for me. I let him suck me a while before I pulled out, when sat down beside him, telling him to stand up. I could smell the booze being this close to his face now, so I was comfortable being bossy. He stood up facing me, and I undid his pants and got greeted by a nice 6" cock. I sucked it for a few minutes, then I turned him around and began licking his ass. He really enjoyed this, bending a little forward for me so I could tongue deeper into his hole. After a few minutes I got on the floor on my knees, spun him around again and had him lean over onto the back of the bench, and began licking his nice hole fast and furious. He was moaning, and funny thing was he was so drunk he didn't realize how loud he was being. I stood up right behind him and started rubbing my cock on his slicked hole, and then firmly slide right into him. He bucked forward a bit and let out a yelp, but my hand on his back held him down and I started fucking him. He was wiggling quite a bit, so I leaned in with my weight, forcing my cock into him more and held it there, telling him to calm the fuck down and take it. He froze in place, so I resumed my fucking. His tight hole was clamped on my cock, and man was I enjoying the ride. He'd let out a quick gasp every so often, but I kept fucking and holding him bent with my hand. I was angry fucking him at this point, and his moans only made me harder. My precum had him slick by now, and finally I started to shoot in his ass. I called him a 'good little whore' as my cock finished emptying my nut in him. I pulled my cock out, and slid a finger in his hole, rubbing my load all around. He still hadn't moved any. I pulled his underwear up for him, then his jeans. He began to zip up, and I leaned in to his ear and told him to get his drunk ass home and clean up his cum filled pussy. He didn't make any eye contact as he walked out of the room. I went and stood in front of a bearded pig sitting on a nearby bench, who watched the whole thing, and told him to clean me up. My cock was a bit messy from the raw fuck, but that lil pig had me good to go in no time, jerking off as he did it.

After placing pillows and beach towels on the bed, I went back to the living room. Tom was standing in bewilderment dressed in everything but his track pants which Clyde successfully pushed down past his sneakers. He wore a white t-shirt, his white jock strap that framed his neg jock ass (tonight’s target) well. His beautiful hairy muscular thighs were fully on display for us above white crew socks and blue sneakers. He looked amazing that way. I imagined how he’d look crouching down to catch a grounder looking like that; or stretching his legs to tag out a runner as he approached third base. My daydream was broken when I heard Clyde tell Tom to get on the bed, “On all fours.” I watched Tom’s ass as he walked slowly to the bedroom. I thought about how that that butt was now carrying Clyde’s poz cum, and how my own raw cock was about to penetrate that sweet hole. He got onto the bed on hands and knees like Clyde demanded. Clyde tucked a couple of pillows under Tom’s waist and asked him if he’s ever been fucked barebacked before tonight. Tom shook his head, his sweat-drenched brown hair now covering his eyes. “No, sir. I… Back in Wisconsin, my baseball coach would fuck me for a year before I moved here. But we always used condoms. Same with Eric, my boyfriend, who I broke up with last week.” Clyde opened the poppers and held them under the kid’s nose. “Spread your legs for John. He is going to fuck you bareback now, and you’re going to let him.” “Aw! Fuck,” Tom whined. He was loaded up with the fresh cum of an old man whom he barely knows. He doesn’t know that the load up his ass is poz. He might suspect? I don’t know. Tom must feel like he is being used by us. He must feel like we are taking advantage of his youth and inexperience. His legs widened for me, and his butt cheeks parted while framed by that bright white jock strap; I could now see the reddened pucker and some of the sperm that had escaped it. With plenty of precum on the end of my cock, I rubbed the head of my dick around Tom’s hole to gather the excess cum that had gotten away. I mixed it with mine, and I pressed it all against his hole. “Aw!” he moaned each time I teased that I was going in. Press; let up. Press; let up. I knew the poppers were getting to him when he rested his forearms on the bed, causing his ass to be raised up on the pillows. “Do it, John. He’s ready,” Clyde signaled. Tom could hear, I’m sure. But at this point, he already had one load up his butt. I could tell, and Clyde could too, that Tom was surrendering his ass to us. I plunged my raw cock into the boy’s hole. With Clyde’s cum, my precum and the Crisco we used as lube, it was easy going. Not so much for Tom, though. Apparently, my cock was splitting him open more than Clyde’s did. Tom was yelling out and grunting against the pain. Clyde coached him to open up for me. “Relax. Let the man fuck your tight hole open, Tom.” Tom’s hole was tight, warm and wet. Just what a couple of pervy old men long for. He gripped my cock with his ass whenever I tried to pull out. He relaxed when I pushed up and in. So I began speeding up the fucking. I wanted nothing more than to ram my boner up that third baseman’s butt. Finally we had him on our bed, submitting to the exact thing that we both wanted. His hole never let up. It was like it was trying to milk the cum from my balls. “Awww,” Tom moaned as I battered his hole with my rod. Clyde shoved his cock back into Tom’s mouth. I felt like my virus was boiling up in my semen, wanting release into this young, warm, neg hole. I reached under the kid to feel his cock through the ribbed material of the jock pouch. He was rock hard and his jock was soaked, slimed with his precum. So I grabbed a fist full of the jock’s waist band and rode that sweet ass home. I spoke to Tom. “I’m going to do it, jock boy. I’m gonna flood your neg hole with my sperm you fucking… AAAh!” My cum blasted into the jock’s hole as it gripped my cock once again. “Hell yes, fuckin’ knock this boy up, John. He’s taking it.” Tom moaned a protest with his mouth around Clyde’s cock. Clyde just pushed the boy’s head back onto his cock. I unloaded second fresh blast of sperm into Tom’s warm hole, and then a third. Both Clyde and I continued fucking Tom at both ends. I watched Clyde’s face as he fucked Tom’s throat, as I knew he was building up another load. Clyde pulled out of the kid’s mouth and told me to step aside. He hurried over as I pulled out of the kid’s hole. Two seconds later Clyde was up inside Tom’s hole blasting another poz load in there. He rode the boy’s ass, not caring how rough he got. I heard the jock strap rip as Clyde rammed him. Tom grunted and tried to push Clyde off. About a minute later, when Clyde finished bucking, he slid out of the kid’s butt. Tom, with tears on his face, jumped off the bed and walked into the living room, grabbed his track pants, hurriedly put them back on, and darted out the front door. I looked at Clyde. He smiled. “Let’s open the champagne.” ------------------------------------------------- Later on that year, on one rainy night in December, Tom rang our doorbell. He was standing on our door step rain-soaked and drunk from his santa hat to his toes, asking if he could come in and warm up. After standing him by the fireplace, it only took us a minute to push his jeans down far enough to enable Clyde's raw cock to once again slide into that third baseman.

Bet My Ass I know how I got where I am right now. I got suckered into a bet I thought I couldn’t lose. I was with a guy I just met a few days ago playing video games. He had the latest gaming system and I couldn’t even afford a used older system. But I was pretty decent when I played the system we sold at work. When we started to play I was beating him every time. My problem was that I loved the trash talk and soon found myself making a bet with him looking back I didn’t fully understand the ramifications. The bet was his as for mine. This guy’s name was Phoenix. He was 6’2”, 160 pounds, very lean, muscular build with blond hair and steel blue eyes compared to my 5’8”, 130 pound runner’s build with brown hair and eyes. We knew that we were both gay and for as much as I lusted after him, he wanted to keep what we had between us as a friendship nothing more. When the game got to a critical point I still felt that there was no way I could lose when he paused the game and said that we should raise the stakes. The winner not only would get the ass of the loser, but would get it in any way the winner wants it. I was so turned on and knew his ass was about to be mine when he showed his true skills and I was soundly beaten. He looked at me and proudly let me know that my ass was his and he’d collect right then and there. There was no talking my way out of it since I would have done the same to him if I had won. Phoenix told me to get into his bedroom, strip and lay down on his bed. I quickly complied thinking I was about to get the man of my (wet) dreams. As I lay there he then told me to close my eyes and I foolishly closed them as I felt him near my head before I felt something on my wrists and heard the click of the locks. I opened my eyes to see him over me as another person was locking restraints on my ankles. I told him that only he gets my ass when he reminded me of the revised bet that the winner gets the loser’s ass as the winner wants and he wanted my ass gang banged. As he told me all this I counted 3 guys in his bedroom and they were naked. I saw the needle as Phoenix got naked. I was told that I better not struggle as one of the naked guys slipped a piece of rubber around my upper arm as I felt the coolness of the alcohol. I watched with some horror (and excitement) as the needle was stuck into a vein and a flash of blood was registered. Fear began to build as the plunger was pushed and whatever was in the needle was beginning to flow inside my bloodstream. When the rubber was pulled from my arm I felt the temperature in the room jump as I had difficulty breathing and coughed out hard as I began to hear a ringing in my ears and had trouble focusing my eyes. The guys began to fuck me one after another as I was lost in the haze of whatever they had given me. I’m not sure how long I was there before I started to get a grasp on the situation. I was no longer restrained, then again, I had be drugged and didn’t really need to be restrained. The only one there with me was Phoenix and he was helping me get dressed when I started to come down. I asked him what had happened to which he gave to answer other then he used my ass. He walked me to the door and I left for home. When I got home I realized I had been at Phoenix’s place over night. I was still foggy as to what had happened to me when I pulled a note out of my pocket with a video link written on it. I started up my computer and entered in the web URL to see myself climbing onto Phoenix’s bed. I could hear his voice tell me to close my eyes as I was restrained. I counted 3 other guys in the room. As the one guy gave me the drugs there was a caption at the bottom of the screen that read ‘Being given his first slam of Tina. This subject was given two full quarters of Tina.’ I then heard myself cough and moan out as Phoenix began to fuck me. I continued to watch as my cock twitched when Phoenix groaned out and a caption appeared ‘Subject gets his first load of poz cum.’ I was shocked as I read the screan and felt my cock begin to thicken. As I continued to watch the different guys fuck me and cum inside me I was turned on more and more until I shot my load in my boxers as the count reached over 30 loads of poz cum.

I stumbled back to my condo still trying to wipe the chunks of cum from my face and hair. No wonder the folks at the farmer’s market shook their heads as I did my walk of shame. Saturday morning started like every other day of the week. Up at 3:30, have some coffee, watch the news, hit the sex sites to see who’s around and chat a little with some friends and fuck buddies, then by 5:30 head out for a walk, except today I was not walking to work, but just around the neighborhood. Almost every morning when I head out I see a guy who works for the local business improvement district organization either picking up trash, or setting up the chairs and picnic tables at the little park up the block. It’s really an old parking lot, but they have done a nice job of making it a center of the neighborhood with tables, chairs, a small stage, a monthly ‘fair’, farmer’s market on Saturday mornings, and more. The guy is about my age, but a bit taller, slim, black guy, and always greets me with smile, wave, and a little chat whenever we cross paths. One day when I stopped after just moving to the neighborhood to ask how he was he seemed very appreciative as I guess most folks just ignore him and his crew. That’s too bad. He’s the Boss, and explained to me how his group of guys work hard, outdoors, all day long, trying to make our neighborhood a better place. What’s even more awesome are their stories - they are all ex-cons, homeless, or come from some other troubled background. But they’re out there, every day, working hard for a paycheck that I am sure is a pittance compared to what they might make dealing drugs or doing some other illegal shit. This morning as I walked past the south side of the park/parking lot, I noticed the large metal doors on the shipping containers were all open and the Boss’ truck was parked in its usual spot, but I did not see him. They have placed 3 large, old metal shipping containers on the west end of the lot that they use for storage of equipment, supplies, and one as a small office/place to to take a break for the guys. The shipping containers are even painted with a map, name of the neighborhood, and more, and are an awesome piece of art in themselves. Anyways, I continued on my walk and about 20 minutes later circled back around and came back to the lot from an alley on the north side. It was barely the edge of dawn, so all I could make out was a tall, dark shadow standing in the corner behind one of the open doors, so I walked closure to see who it was. It was the Boss. The Boss was leaning against the side of the shipping container with his right arm extended out and above his head holding himself up, hidden from the street by the open, metal door. His left hand was on his dick as he shook it, then stroked it, then shook it again like it was misbehaving. About 10 feet away I caught the sweet and tangy pungent smell of a strong strain of 420 - fuck in DC everybody’s got a joint in their pocket or smoking when and where they want, so I was not surprised, and I inhaled deeply and savored the armona. I don’t smoke myself, but there is just something about a top man who does….hmmmm! I was about 5 feet from the Boss man now when he finally turned, let go of the container, took the blunt out of his lips with his right hand as he continued to alternately stroke/shake his dick, and as he saw me he said, “Fucking Christ! My dick can’t decide if I need to nutt or piss like a race horse and I feel like I got to do both at the same time.” I could relate - I had been fucked a few times by monster dicks that made me feel the same way. “Oh fuck it,” the Boss man said as he stuffed his semi-hard dick back into his pants, hit his blunt, then walked around the open door and stomped into the container. I pondered, wondered, and my hungry ass decided - yeah I’d follow. I walked around to the front and peered into the inky darkness. Fuck! You couldn’t see shit inside, but then his blunt flared bright red and orange and I heard him cough and exhale. “Yo man, you like dick don’t you?” the Boss’ voice echoed against the metal walls, “My girl’s Chia Hole is closed for business - so she says - cause she’s about ready to pop another youngin and I need to nutt something fierce and get my gutta swag on - feel me?” Yeah, so maybe being the pushy bottom I am I had dropped a few comments and hints here and there over the past months about ‘my fuck buddies made sure I had a ROUGH night’ etc…, but had never really come out and told him, “I’m a dick sucker.” In the dark I could not see what he was swinging but who the fuck cared! I was a dick hungry pig looking for some gutter pig slop and this BBC BOSS was offering - hell yeah! I paused as I stepped up into the metal shipping container, still not able to see much beyond the first few feet except the red hot glow of the tip of his 420 blunt. I inched forward, he coughed, laughed, I heard a zipper, felt the heat wave from his lungs of smoke, and took another step. I paused, looked behind to the street and wondered if anyone driving by could see inside, but then realized fuck no. Another step and the Boss’ hand shot out, grabbed my wrist, his palm warm and clammy. He roughly pulled my hand to his now hard dick and I sighed a little in wonder as I felt how long and thick it was. FUCK YEAH! I kneeled and worshipped his monster black rod with my wet mouth - sloppy toppy dick suck! I had just started gagging and deep throating him when the Boss said, “Bend the fuck over, I need to dig some ass out.” No question about status, no mention of condoms, no fucking preamble about playing safe - just raw gutta dick getting his swag on. Of course I obeyed without hesitation and gasped as the behemoth slab of man steak punched into my fuck hole and worked it open with nothing but some 420 spit to lube the way. The Boss fucked like a pro - a man who had been in 1,000 pussies - male and female version - and knew just where to dig and how to tickle the ivories. “WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT AT? WHERE YOU WANT ME DROP THIS LOAD?” the Boss man asked. Before I could reply he said, “I DONT GIVE A FCUK - GONNA SHOOT MY HOT LOAD UP THAT WETT HOLE - SLOPPY PUSSY - READY FOR THIS GUTTA SWAG NUTT - YES IT IS - WETT AND OPEN - LIKE A FUCKING WHORE PUSSY! BEEN SO FUCKING LONG SINCE I BE SLIPPIN AND SLIDIN IN SOME GUTTA PUSSY - BUT THAT’S WHAT YOU IS - AINT IT? GUTTA SNIPE PUSSY HUNGRY FOR THIS SWAG DICK!” Hell yeah, what could I say to all that? As my BBC fucker picked up his pace a voice echoed from outside the metal shipping container, “Yo Boss man, we gots the tables set up, now’s we going to - HOLY FUCK _ WHOA….” One of the other crew members had stepped around the open door and shone his flashlight into the dark container, illuminating the sinful acts going on within. Boss man piped up, “STEP UP IN YOUNGIN - SEE HOW A REAL MAN FLOODS THAT BACK DOOR, FUCKS DEEP EM THEM GUTS - GETS THAT GUTTA SWAG GRIME FUCK ON!” The other guy was all shadows, his body outlined against the faint morning light shining through the door as he stepped into the container, his boots creating thump thump echoes. I watched as he got closer and the Boss continued bang fucking my ass, then another shadow appeared, and then a third. Fuck! “GATHER ROUND BOYS, GOT US A WILLING MOUTH AND ASS. TIGHT FUCKING PUSSY TO BANG THE SHIT OUT OF. HOW LONG WE GOT NOW TIL FOLKS ARRIVE? OH THEY ALREADY STARTED? FUCK HELL, MAKE IT QUICK THEN, NOT A PROBLEM FOR ME, MY BALLS READY TO BURST - OH HELL FUCKING YEAH! CUMMING IN THAT TIGHT HOLE, BREEDING IT GOOD! FUCK I NEEDED THAT - WHO’S NEXT?” With that the Boss quivered one last time, pulled out making me gasp and headed back to the front of the container as another of his crew jammed his sharp dick in my slicked hole, and the two others stood over my face, jacking their dicks. I squinted my eyes shut as the scalding cum streamed across my brow and dripped down through my lashes. I murmured in pleasure as the crew member fucking me grunted and bloated my innards like a helium balloon as he bred me raw with a gallon of BBC sperm. Just as he wrapped up the third and final crew member shot his load onto my cheek and across my head; chunky gobs spitting and settling into my hair as he shook the final drops out. Without another word they pulled out, zipped up, walked away, as I was left alone in the dim shadows to try to pull myself together. I wiped my face the best I could, and ran my fingers through my hair pulling away streams of fibrous man seed. Fuck! I only had a t-shirt on and could not find anything laying around so wiped my hands on my pants, cleaned myself up the best I could and stumbled to the front and open door. I stepped onto the pavement, my legs wobbly, and looked side to side. There were two crew members to my left who smiled, nodded, and then the Boss man walked between them, stepped close and said, “You look like a sloppy street whore with all that nicca cum all over your face. Good. Get your ass back here tomorrow, a little earlier, maybe I’ll let my some other guys on the crew fuck you too - or maybe I’ll just pimp that tight white ass some homeless fuckers from up around 7-11 or the park.” I smiled, shuffled away, and bashfully held my head down as the few farmers that had arrived early snickered and stared as I made the walk of shame. The morning sun glistened off the man nutt coating my hair and face, my ass was wett, my guts stretched, and I was hungry for more.

Was in Dallas last weekend and ended up at Midtown Spa. Saw this hot white guy, probably 22, in the wet sauna. He motioned for me to come over, and I pulled him into a dark corner, and got on my knees. As soon as my lips touched his cock, he immediately took control. He grabbed me by the hair and raped my throat... at times I was struggling to breathe as he pounded his cock in and out. When I made a choking sound, he slapped me hard across the face — which hurt so bad, and turned me on so much. He used me as his personal recepticle for almost 10 minutes like that, before pressing my face deep into his crotch and dumping five ropes of cum right down my throat... I couldn't even taste it. After that he slapped me again, and walked away. I was so turned on, I just jerked myself off right there in the corner, with several guys watching and smiling at how much of a fucking cum whore I was. I nutted into my hand, then swallowed it before heading out into the rest of the spa to find more fun.

Took a load from a mate around midnight and another from him at 5.30 am before he left my place to go to work........hopped online and found someone else who would breed a spunky hole so at 8am i took a third load.............i have it all inside me as i sit here typing and it smells so good.....smells so good i wont wash my ass all day so the smell matures. Will stay logged on to sites i use and with a bit of luck i may get some more loads this morning or afternoon..........i love different cum loads inside me getting mixed and churned together - very HOT.

Another great chapter NYBBGUY58

My cunt stays loose and stretched and I love the way it feels when I'm pumped full of cum. At the sex clubs, other tops seem to enjoy fucking my sloppy poz cunt when I've been filled with multiple loads.

Finally took another poz load but tested neg today

FUCKIN' HOT MAN....LIKE TO TEST RIDE IN YOU SOME DAY

Great love story ❤️

Two guys just tagged me for the last 3 hours. Loose, sloppy and leaking 5 loads. Looking for more. SUNDAY FUNDAY is off to a fucking hot start!

Trevor had just finished taking 4 huge hits from the pipe and another large shotgun from leather Daddy and was now stretched out on his back on the couch....his ass resting on the arm of the couch with his legs pulled back and his hungry tweaked up piggy neg ass at just the right level to be fucked and pounded by hard bare poz cock. And the cock about to do it was MINE!! Daddy was on his knees on the couch over the pig's head, brushing the open lips with his fat wet cockhead and teasing Trevor with the occasional taste of his dirty precum. He had told me to fuck "our bottom pig slut" first with my toxic meat and get him begging to feel my POZ cock deeper in his needy hole, demanding me to knock him up with my poison brew - all as part of our "roleplay" of course. I rubbed my precum soaked cockhead across the puckered hole freely being offered in front of me. In the light from the lamp on the table I could see the sparkle of the tina dust coating the head and part of the shaft, ready to take this cum hungry slut to another level of tina-induced need and craving. "Tell us what you want, pig," Daddy commanded the flying slut. "We can't give it to you until you let us know what you want." His voice muffled as he was licking Daddy's heavy hairy nuts, Trevor spoke with a hunger that sounded too real to be "just roleplay". "I want cock and cum, Daddy. I want POZ cock and cum filling up my neg hole from you and my bro. I need your POZ loads flooding my neg ass and fucking knocking me up! Oh PLEASE! Please fucking give me your dirty cocks and seed!" "Hell yeah, pig!," I said, grabbing on to his ankles and pushing his legs back and opening his hole wider. "Gonna give you all you want, bro! I'm gonna fuck you full of my dirty cum then Daddy's gonna give you all the potent cock juice in those balls you're licking on! Here it comes, pig! Take my fucking POZ cock!" With the last word I slammed my full length in one hard thrust balls-deep into the cum-and-piss-filled neg hole in front of me. We both cried out in animal pleasure at the same time - me from feeling the warm wetness of Daddy's cum and piss enveloping my bare cock, and Trevor from a mix of surprise and gratification at once more being filled with cock. "Oh fuck yeah, bro! Oh fuck your cock feels sooooooo good! Fuck your little pig brother, bro! Fuck me hard and breed me...just like Daddy did!" "Yeah? You want me to breed you bitch? What do you want me to breed you with? What do you want from your big brother?" I was pulling all the way out and slamming back in all the way with increasing speed and need. I had been wanting to blow my POZ seed inside this hole ever since Daddy had first shown me his profile and his pic and told me the plans he had for the boy. I knew this first fuck was not going to be a long one but that didn't matter. What mattered was giving him MORE unmedicated poz cum and getting him to beg for it..to WANT it! "Fucking give me your POZ cum, bro! Seed me and knock me up! Make me like you and Daddy! Oh fuck man do it...give me your bug!! PLEASE!!" Trevor was writhing on the couch as I hammered into his hole and Daddy was pinching and twisting his nips. His sexy young body was covered in sweat and he was pushing his willing hole out to meet my thrusting dick. He really wanted it..whether he knew it yet or not, he really wanted it. And I was about to do my part in giving him exactly what he didn't yet know he wanted. "You got it fucker! You asked for it", I breathed harshly "you're fucking getting it....nowwwwwwwwwww!!! Oh fuuuuuuuucckkkk! Take it pig! Take my fucking POZ dirty cum in your fucking tweaked up neg slutty ass! Pozzing you up bro! Fucking you UP!!" And I bellowed like a fucking bull as I shot five, six, eight hard thick spurts of life-changing spunk deep inside this hungry pig! Gawd did it feel good!! I couldn't wait for more. But now, it was time for Daddy to give the slut another load of HIS toxic juices..this time with Trevor eagerly urging Daddy on!!

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Todd was loving the feeling. He was lighter than air, but his cock was rock hard and his ass was begging for his fingers. He was almost oblivious to the guys gathering around him. The clearing was filling with guys--all of them jocks. It was clear from their shapes. But Todd's vision was a little blury. TJ simply said that Todd needed a drink. So, Todd did drink. It was a little too sweet. What was it. He asked TJ and he answered just a little liquor. Soon Todd's head was spinning. He knew he was bent over one of the tables. He could not longer understand the what the guys were saying, but his ass finally felt like it was being attended to. TJ went first. As soon as Todd was tied to the table, they attached the strap around his large balls. the stap had a long cord which was tied to the far end of the table, stretching his balls far from his body. His huge bloated swollen cock was cinched and pulled straight down stretching the balls apart. If Todd could have seen it, he would have been frightened. But Todd was in his own world. The piece of ginger root that was carefully carved was shoved down his piss slit, forced in by a small screwdriver. Deep, deep in that urethra. But Todd was still in his own world. Stretch insisted that Toddass and hole were too hairy for real fun so he produced his Remington trimmer and did the honors. The short stubble left was scratchy so he produced soap and a blade. Shaved smooth Todd's pink hole seemed to wink. It was time. TJ got first crack. He hammered Todd's hole. Todd simply wimpered in his stupor. After a good 5 minutes of solid fucking, Stretch moved in. Stretch he did, Stretch not only put his cock in but at least one finger as well. cock and finger stretched that pink pussy. When it was the third baseman's turn, he dropped his shorts showing a veritable tree trunk. Todd's cummy hole took it all. Yet, TJ said we need to keep him in that heavenly spot. He produced a nice shard and worked in that cum filled hole. He used his index finer first, then his middle finger, and finally the handle of the screwdriver to force that booty bump in deep. Todd purred like a happy kitten. The center fielder had too much to drink and had whiskey dick. Yet, he wanted a piece of Todd's big ass. Using first two fingers, he managed to get four fingers in, Pulling his thumb in, the big bruiser managed to open Todd wide. The sound made all the guys pay attention as he got his entire hand in. He swirled it round and round slowly pushing more wirst and forearm in. Todd, simply moaned. When the arm came out, so did Todd's insides. The guys laughed and joked. Finally, TJ worked that back in. The paddles were produced and Todd's huge ass became bright red, then purple, then black and blue. As if that weren't enough the loosened his cock and balls and rolled him over. His dick was still rock hard when the whir of the tattoo needle began its work. Todd would forever be a Florida Panther. Forever engraved on his very large cock. The guys had to carry him back to the dorm. When Todd came out of his trance like state, he couldn't believe what had happened. His balls were hanging low as if a muscle had snapped. His ass was hot and sore, and his cock felt on fire. When he touched it, he cried out. He looked carefully saw the large panther as he pulled back the foreskin. His cock head was now the face of a Panther. Well, his university choice was made for him. The funny thing was, Todd wasn't mad, at least until TJ fucked his sore ass. TJ had to stuff socks in his mouth to keep him from screaming. Sometimes choices make themselves' This isn't the end of Todd's adventures. There will be more if guys want to hear them

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About 15 years ago, there was an adult bookstore here in Las Vegas that was attached to a straight strip club. Both the ABS and the Strip Club were owned by the same company. It was close to the strip hotels, so both the bookstore arcade and the strip club were quite active at night. The unique feature of this set up was that there was a door going from the club directly into the abs video arcade. When entering the arcade from the club, there were four "live girl show" booths that guys could go into, drop some money and watch the naked girl behind the glass. Directly across from those booths were four small video booths. With 2 glory holes between them. Well, as you can imagine, in the evenings, there would be a lot of horny str8 guys, that got all boned up with the strippers, getting lap dances, or watching the girl finger her pussy behind the glass. So then they'd come into one of the 4 booths with g/h's for a quick bj before turning in for the night. One night I was there about 2am. The strip club was packed. I was able to score a spot in one of the glory hole booths. I entered the booth. I fed money into the machine, took off my pants and knelt at the g/h. It wasn't more than a minute before I saw the door of the adjoining booth open. In walked a tall, masculine, muscular, burly guy, probably late 40's, walk in and lock the door. He put money into the machine, then pulled his cock out of the zipper. Even flaccid, his dick was an impressive 7" uncut. He stroked for a few minutes until it was starting to getting hard. I motioned with my finger through the hole, that I was there to suck. He turned and pushed his semi hard cock through the hole. I quickly wrapped my lips around it and felt it continue to harden. He must have hardened to a length of 8"s. I sucked and chewed on his foreskin. Then pushed the foreskin back with my lips and sucked on his cockhead. He had obviously been leaking a lot of precum as he watched the strippers. I could taste the sweet, pungent dried cum on his cock. I would take his cock as far to the back of my throat as I could. Then come up to the head and circle my tongue on his cockhead. Then he started to pump his cock in my mouth. I could feel his cock harden even more and throb. Soft groaning was coming through the wall. Then I felt the warm shot of cum fill my mouth. I tried to savor it. But he quickly pulled his cock from my mouth. Put it in his pants, zipped and left the booth. Load one was sliding down my throat and into my gut. No sooner had he left the booth, when it opened again and another guy entered. This one was in his early 20's. 5'9"(ish), college jock type. Sandy blond hair. There was enough money in the machine from the previous guy, so the video still had a lot of time left on it. So this kid locked the door, unzipped and immediately put his already rock hard cock into the hole. He had an impressive 7"s. Cut and already oozing precum. I licked the precum from his cockhead. Damn, it was sweet. I quickly dove on his cock. Again, taking him to the back of my throat. I sucked up and down. Occasionally changing to licking up and down the underside of his cock. Then licking the underside of his cockhead. He was super horny. I'm not sure I've tasted so much precum dripping from a guys cock. As with a lot of horny str8 guys that hit the booths, they're already so fuckin' horny, that they cum very quickly. This kid definitely did. In just a couple of minutes, he was filling my mouth with his sweet load. Once he had zipped and left the booth, the next guy quickly entered. This guy appeared to be mid 50's. A bit on the heavy side. Not nearly as good looking as the previous two guys. But I didn't really care. I was just hungry for dick. He slipped a few dollars into the machine, then unzipped. Pulling out fattest cock of the night. He was already partially hard. He had to have about 6 or 7"s. But extremely thick. I motioned at the hole that I wanted his dick. And he quickly moved to the hole and slid it through for me. Since it was so thick, I had difficulty getting the whole thing into my throat. But he was obviously enjoying my mouth as he continued to harden. Then he pulled out and moved his face to the hole. I hear him whisper to me, "Do you fuck"? Without saying a word, I stood, grabbed my bottle of poppers that was on the bench nearby. I spit on my fingers and lubed up my ass. I turned and placed my asshole up to the g/h. I heard him spit, then felt him pushing more saliva into my hole with his fingers. I took a couple of deep hits of the poppers. Knowing how thick he was, I knew I was going to need the assistance of poppers to be able to take him. He slipped his raw cock slowly up inside me. Held it there for a few minutes for me to adjust to the girth. I took another hit of poppers as I felt him begin to slowly fuck my ass. Each of his thrusts would go deeper inside me. Then he started to quicken his pace. My ass was relaxing and enjoying the ride. He fucked me for nearly 10 mins before I heard him begin to groan, then he slammed up deep inside and held it there as he unloaded his spunk into my raw hole. Before he could pull out, I slid off him, turned, dropped to my knees and tasted his cum and my ass on his cum soaked cock. I cleaned him off, then he pulled up his pants and left. I stayed for another hour or so. Completely hogging the booth from the other cum pigs that were trying to get their share of str8 dick. I took so many loads that evening that I lost track. But that was the only one I took in my ass that evening. Sadly the str8 strip club closed a year or so later. The arcade is still there. But under new ownership. It's just not the same. But that was one of my more memorable Piggy days at that Vegas cock palace.

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Part 18 - The Big Day Thursday night, Mark sent a text message to Joe “Aaron’s appt at 10:30. Can u be there 10:15?” Joe responded “ok.” Joe, Kyle and Steven drove over to the clinic and checked in. Joe looked around and there was no sign of Dennis. Or Aaron. Worried, Joe sent a message to Dennis asking where he was and got a response “Be there in 5.” Aaron and Dennis walked in the door together and Dennis led Aaron to a seat next to Joe. “What do we have here? Did you use all your charms on him Dennis?” Joe asked. Aaron blushed and looked down at the floor. “Nothing happened. He looked pretty scared when I saw him on Wednesday and figured he needed someone to talk to. We talked on the phone yesterday and we’ve been over at the diner talking for a couple hours just now” Dennis explained and then turned to Aaron and said “If you have an appointment, you better check in.” “We all should” said Kyle. The guys all went up to the receptionists desk and waited. The receptionist looked up and Aaron said “I have a 10:30 appointment. “ Douglas looked up with a smile and said “Oh good, you came back. A lot of guys get too nervous and don’t show up for the followup. It will be a few minutes, so have a seat and the nurse will call you.” One by one the other guys got checked in, each flirting with Douglas but getting nowhere with him. They sat down together and chatted about everything but the test, trying to keep Aaron from breaking down. The nurse came out of the door and asked for Joe. Kyle squeezed Joe’s leg and Joe got up and went into the exam area and was shown the same room as Wednesday. The nurse checked his temperature, weight and blood pressure and said “Have a seat, the doctor will be here in a few minutes.” Joe sat looking at the walls, reading the poster encouraging him to have safe sex, another wanting him to test often because some STDs can be silent killers, and another that showed a cutaway of a guys cock, balls and colon. He liked the last one the best, thinking about the nice fat, hung cock. There was a knock at the door and the doctor from Wednesday came in and sat down on the stool with a folder in his hand. “Hi Joe. We have the test results. Before I give them to you, I want you to know that we are here to help you both physically and mentally. Not just today, but for as long as you need it” the doctor said in a somber tone. Joe had heard this part in the past, it was nothing new. Opening up the folder the doctor said “Joe, you have tested positive for HIV and gonorrhea. There’s nothing to worry too much about. We can treat both of them and you can lead a normal active life.” Joe looked at the doctor, stunned. He had wanted to hear these words for a long time, but was still shocked when it really happened. “Uh, ok” was all he said. “We will treat the gonorrhea right away, it’s just an antibiotic and it will be cured quickly. HIV doesn’t have a cure, but we can treat it and you can have a long, normal life. First, we need to run more tests to see how far it has progressed and what the right treatment is. I see from your history, you have been getting tested for STDs about every two months the past few years. That’s good, since we know the virus hasn’t had a long time to attack your body. In the mean time, you should not have sex with anyone - oral, vaginal or anal. Be careful with any cuts and get them bandaged immediately. Once you start treatment it will take a while for your body to get to a point where HIV is undetectable and when that happens you can resume sexual activity, though we recommend always practicing safe sex to ensure you don’t infect your partner.” Joe was numb. He heard everything the doctor was saying, but was expressionless. “Do you understand what I just told you?” the doctor asked. “Yeah, I do” Joe replied. “Good. Some people get depressed when they find out news like this. We have counselors on staff for you to talk to if you need to. You can use their services at any time - today, tomorrow, next month, whenever. The nurse will give you the antibiotic and then take you down to the lab to take some more blood samples” the doctor said. After a pause the doctor continued “Do you have any idea who you might have been with that could have infected you?” “No, I don’t. I haven’t had sex in a few weeks, but before that I had been pretty active. I don’t even remember most of the guys, except for my boyfriend” Joe answered. “The reason I ask is that we usually have one new HIV infection every week or two and this week we have seven. The patient we saw yesterday thinks it was a tall guy with tattoos on his arms and a large piercing on his penis. Does this guy sound familiar? We would like to find him because he may not know he is infected and is spreading the virus around.” Joe had to fight back the smile that he felt coming on. “Oh, yeah. I know who he is and he knows he’s poz” thought Joe but he told the doctor “No, that doesn’t sound familiar, but I did have sex with a guy with a pierced cock, but I couldn’t see him.” The doctor wanted to chuckle, but tried to stay professional and just said “Ah. OK, well, I have a busy day and need to get to my next patient. I will be seeing you soon when we get the new test results. You should set up an appointment for late next week or the following week. I’ll see you then.” The nurse walked in and handed Joe a packet with the antibiotics inside and ushered him down to the lab area. He took his seat and waited for the door to open. Several minutes later the door opened and the same cute lab tech from the other day looked out. “Oh, sorry. I was taking a little break before the rush. Come on in.” Joe walked into the room and took a seat, while the lab tech closed the door and took a seat next to Joe. This time Joe remembered to look at the guy’s name tag “Tyler, remember that” thought Joe. “Are you Joe? It’s the only name in the queue on the computer” Tyler asked. “Yeah, that’s me.” “Can i have your date of birth?” Tyler next asked and Joe gave it to him. Tyler looked at the screen to see what tests he was going to need to do and how many vials of blood to draw. “Hmmm, I see. Well, I guess I should first welcome you to the club, Joe. Are you doing ok with the news?” Tyler asked. “Oh yeah, I’m doing good” Joe responded, maybe a bit too cheerfully. Chuckling to himself Tyler said “Sounds like it wasn’t too much of a surprise to you. Were you, ummm…” Joe interrupted “Chasing? Yeah, kinda. Not avoiding it, anyway.” Tyler looked at him and smiled “Cool. I did too. It was a lot of fun and now I’m on the flip side of it.” Joe looked back at Tyler thinking that he looked like a squeaky clean twink and not someone he would have thought of as a bug chaser. “Yeah, some of the best sex I’ve ever had. You’re not going to put that in my file, are you?” Joe asked. “Oh hell no, don’t worry about that. It’s more for personal info and, uh, I, uh” Tyler stumbled for words for a moment and continued “Here, give me your phone.” Joe handed over his phone and Tyler added his name and number into Joe’s contact list. “Call me if you have any questions you don’t want to ask the counselors they have here. I don’t do this for every new poz guy, but I think you’re really hot.” Tyler handed the phone back and picked up a syringe and four empty vials. Tying the strap around Joe’s arm he proceeded to draw the blood and then paste the labels on the vials. “All done for now. I hope I will be seeing you again… for more tests” Tyler said with a quiet laugh. Joe got up and went back into the waiting room and to the receptionists desk. Douglas looked at him with a big smile and Joe thought “Damn, everyone here knows I’m poz now.” Joe quickly made his appointment for a few weeks later and went back to his posse. Aaron was missing from the group and before Joe could ask Dennis said “Aaron is finding out now. I hope he’s ok.” About that time, the nurse came out to call another person back for an exam and everyone heard a loud noise coming from the exam room area and the staff went running. Aaron had gone to an exam room to get his results. The nurse had taken his vitals and he waited for the doctor to show up. His stomach was churning and he could feel his heart race. He had spent almost two hours talking with Dennis and occasionally crying. He heard the logic from Dennis - if he tested positive for HIV, he wasn’t going to die any sooner, his sex life wouldn’t die, he may lose a few friends and gain some new ones, and if he tested negative his life would go on as it had before. But it still was tearing him up inside and he was sure he would be alone and unwanted for the rest of his life. Finally the doctor walked in the room with a folder. Aaron had never been in a situation like this and was visibly shaking. “Hello Aaron” the doctor started. “We have the test results. Before I give them to you, I want you to know that we are here to help you both physically and emotionally for as long as you need it” the doctor said in a somber tone. Aaron turned even more pale. He thought his heart was going to pop out of his chest. The doctor looked at Aaron and opened up the folder and said “Aaron, you have tested positive for HIV, gonorrhea and syphilis. We can treat…” At that point Aaron fainted, falling on to the floor with the chair smashing into the exam table. The noise reverberated through the main clinic area. Nurses and other staff came running into the exam room as the doctor was propping Aaron against the wall and checking him for cuts or other injuries. The staff helped get Aaron up on to the exam table, laying back. Aaron came to a few minutes later, staring up at the ceiling with the doctor and two nurses around him. “Aaron, are you ok?” the doctor asked. “I, uh, think so” he replied. “I know this news came as a shock to you. But don’t worry. We can treat you and your life will be fine. Two of the infections we can cure with antibiotics and HIV is not a death sentence, it can be treated as well but not cured. Do you understand?” “Yes” Aaron said quietly. “We need you to take another blood test so we can find the right treatment for you and the nurse will bring the antibiotic. I want you to set up an appointment as soon as possible with a counselor since I think you need to talk with a professional about this news and how you are going to handle it.” “OK” said Aaron. “I want you to wait here for ten minutes and rest. We don’t want you to faint again. The nurse will come back and check on you.” Aaron nodded and the doctor and nurses walked out of the exam room. Steven was called next and given his results, the same as Joe’s. The doctor asked the same questions about who he may have gotten infected from and Steven said no, he didn’t meet a guy like that. He got his antibiotic and waited for the tech to draw more blood. When he walked in, Tyler looked at Steven and said “Mmm, my food came back to me” in a very bad Count Dracula impression. Steven and Tyler both laughed. “I guess you heard my comment on Wednesday” Steven said as he sat down and put his arm on the armrest. “Yeah, I’ve heard all of the jokes and comments before. You’re Steven and your birthdate is…” Tyler asked. They completed the blood draw and as Steven was about to get up, Tyler said “Welcome to the club. Its pretty exclusive, hehe. Don’t worry, everything will be ok.” Steven said “Thanks, I hope so” and walked out to the waiting room, running into the nurse escorting Aaron to the lab for his blood work. Aaron went straight into the room and Tyler had been told that he was the one that fainted. He was extra gentle and kept reassuring Aaron that he would be ok. Tyler kept checking Aaron out and even licked his lips once, before he caught himself. “I want to tap that” he thought. Once the blood test was done Tyler asked “Are you ok to walk out to the waiting room by yourself? Do you have someone to take you home?” “Yeah, I’ll be ok. Thanks” Aaron responded and slowly walked out to the guys. “Where’s Dennis? he asked as he got there. “He’s in getting his results. Have a seat. What happened back there? Someone said a patient passed out” Kyle asked. Aaron looked down and said “Yeah, that was me. I fainted when they told me I have HIV, gono and syphilis. Fuck, I’m so screwed.” “You’ll be ok. We all are poz now. We can work through this together” said Joe. “Do you think Dennis is too?” asked Aaron. “Probably, he was at the same party we were. He didn’t get sick though, so maybe he is still neg” Joe said. A minute or so later, Joe asked Aaron “Oh, by the way did they ask you who you think might have given it to you?” Joe, Steven and Kyle all looked at Aaron waiting for the answer. “No they didn’t. I bet it was that asshole I met at the book store last week. He told me he was giving me AIDS and that fucker did” said Aaron, and added “They want me to see a counselor but I would rather just talk to you guys, if that’s ok. You know what I’m going through better than they would.” The guys all nodded and assured him that he could call any time to talk. Dennis walked up and plopped down in a chair next to Aaron. You could tell he was fighting off showing any elation. “HIV poz and gono” was all he said. “Well, lets get our next appointments set up and get out of here” said Kyle. The group walked up to the receptionist and Joe said I already did mine, Aaron…” Aaron told Douglas that he needed a followup in a few weeks and Joe said “lets set them up for about the same time, so we can carpool.” Aaron got his appointment just after Joe’s and Douglas looked at him and said “It’s going to be ok. Take care of yourself.” The other guys got similar appointment times but with a much happier farewell from Douglas, complete with a wink. Luis woke up earlier than normal from the sounds of his roommates getting ready for class. Thankfully he had no classes that day and just had to be at work for the Friday afternoon rush starting at 4PM. He missed the constant fucking that he had been doing with Kyle, Dennis and Steven before the fuck flu hit them. He was horny and needed to fuck. He looked at a few online sites and apps and everyone seemed to want “neg only” or “safe only”. Desperately, he got on Craigslist and did a few searches and found one that looked good: Horny bottom cub looking for hot sex. 27, 5’10, 200lbs, furry ass, safe or bb, anon ok, newly poz He liked the pics, especially the one with him laying in a sling. “Newly, poz, huh? He probably won’t mind some more poz cum in his ass, then” thought Luis. He sent a reply saying he was poz too and gave a description, his phone number and a couple of his pics - the obligatory dick pic and a pic he took of his cock coming out of Dennis’s cummy hole. He took a shower and was reading email when his phone rang. It was the guy from the Craigslist ad. A few questions were passed back and forth and Luis was out the door on his way to dump a four day load in the cub. Luis knocked on the door and a guy opened it. They looked each other over as Luis said that he was the guy who answered his ad. The guy looked better than his pictures, more muscular but his face looked tired. He invited Luis in and they walked back to a bedroom. Luis was always friendly and chatty with people, even his hookups. He asked “So man, your ad said you’re newly poz. When did you find out?” The guy looked embarrassed and said quietly “Yesterday.” “Fuck, dude. You doing ok?” Luis asked as he sat down on the bed, and took his shoes and shirt off. “Not really. None of the regular guys I fuck with want to do it now that I’m poz. You were the only one that answered the ad. When I’ve put it up before, I usually get two or three hookups out of it and a bunch of time wasters. A few weeks ago I had this really hot guy with tattooed arms and a big pierced cock that was an amazing fuck, but I think he was the one that pozzed me.” Luis stood up and dropped his pants and stepped out of them and walked over to the guy and gave him a big hug. “Don’t worry, you’ll find a new group of regulars and things will work out. Trust me. I’ve already been through it” He slowly pulled the guys shirt off and let his shorts drop to the floor. Luis kissed the guy and slowly the energy shifted. Luis pushed him down on the bed and he climbed on top of the cub. He chewed on the guy’s nipples and worked his way down, rubbing his furry chest and stroked his cock. He went down on the guys five and a half inch thick cock, easily deep throating it and squeezed his balls. Working the guys cock with his tongue he started tasting the guys charged up precum and knew he was getting this guy out of his funk. Luis pulled off his cock and pushed the guy’s legs up revealing a furry ass. He spread the cub’s ass cheeks and dove in with his tongue, tasting the guy’s scent. He wondered if a guy’s scent changes when he converts and quickly returned his attention to the fuckhole in front of him. He fucked his tongue into the cub’s hole and felt it start to relax and pulse. He knew that this was not the time for a hard breeding, it had to be more sensual to make the guy feel like a desirable bottom, not an outcast. His fingers toyed with the cub’s hungry hole, slowly fucking in and out, pushing the spit deeper inside him. Once he felt the cub was loosened up enough he lowered his ass down and rubbed his precum soaked cock around the guys hole. He looked the guy in the eyes and softly said “Do you want this?” “oh god yes, please. fuck me please” replied the cub. Luis pushed in and felt the cub’s hole swallow his cock eagerly. He started slowly pistoning his cock in the warm soft tunnel, the strokes getting longer and harder. The guy kept begging for his cock and used his ass muscles to massage Luis’s shaft. Eventually, Luis couldn’t hold back his cum and began unloading his four day load into the guy who immediately began to shoot his own toxic load all over his chest. Luis began to lick up the cum from the guys furry chest and then kissed him with it. They laid there kissing and holding each other for several minutes. Luis rolled the guy over on to his stomach, smearing the cum all over the bed and began feasting on his cummy hole. Luis always loved the taste of cum, his or anyone else’s and was sucking his load out of the guy. His cock still hard, he mounted the cub and shoved his cock back inside. The guy moaned and yelled “Yes, fuck me again” and Luis did not disappoint. This time he got rougher and really pounded the guys hole. He pulled the guy up on to his knees and kept up the assault on his ass, varying angle and intensity of his thrusts. His cock had been leaking precum for most of the second round of fucking and the cubs hole was very sloppy and soon it would be even sloppier. The thrusts got erratic and hard and Luis drove his cock in all the way and felt the rush of cum pumping into the poz cub. He rolled over taking the guy with him and they lay spooning on the bed for several minutes. The cub rolled over, facing Luis, and kissed him and said “Thank you. I was so down before you came and now I feel so good.” Luis said “You have my number. Call me to talk or fuck. I’ll introduce you to other poz guys and you can get back into your groove.” He looked over and saw the time. They had been fucking for almost three hours and he needed to get home and shower before work. Luis got dressed as the guy watched him from the bed. He went over and kissed the guy one more time and walked out the door. When he got home, Luis pulled out his phone and found the Craigslist ad and copied the picture of the cub in the sling and sent it to Joe with a message “pls send pic to your brother and ask him if he did this guy.”

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

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.

On a Slamming bing...lately I cannot stop slamming. I want to inject myself everyday and take AIDS loads everyday from strange cock. Slamming and getting my hole filled with AIDS...that is fucking beautiful. I serve all AIDS and wasting away dudes, looks don't matter just feed my hole whatever you got. I am full blown for the fourth time and it makes me want to slam more and take raw cock everyday. I want to be a male hooker, selling my hole in exchange for slams and AIDS loads.>>FUCK YEAH! SLAM AND BREED ON....

Year to date: 389 unique donors (as far as I can determine), 624 total loads - had a few repeats, which added to my load count, but didn't count as new donors. Should be slow for the rest of the year (holidays and travel and such), doubt I'm going to break 700 this year. :-( LOVE seeing your numbers! Remember, we're not competing against each other, we're trying to better our own record! Keep the cum flowing, boys!

My hole has been trained to prolapse after a fist session, usually after punch fucking or a rough double fisting. My boyfriend enjoys the look of my insides falling through my ruined cunt and he loves cumming on my prolapse and then pushing it back inside me. Although I can push out to about 3.5 inches after being used I do kegels to maintain control over my hole during daily life, wouldn't do to shit everywhere all the time would it? Haha

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

Guys seems to love how loose and sloppy my hole is from all the use (cocks, toys, hands) it enjoys. I consider a loose hole the sign of a true power bottom. and I am proud to have one that rivals many porn workers (whose ranks I am trying to join).

I just LOVE GLORYHOLE SEX and to have my cock served anonymously by a mouth of even better by a slippery wett, warm pulsating asspussy. And yes when it backes up bareback on my cock that is for me the most enjoying feeling.

Mine did it with 2 cc of high vl blood. I had the fuck flu exactly 7 days later. Tested positive by p24 antigen test a few weeks later, which was confirmed by PCR vl test.

yeah we want to use a cruel condom, so my ass will bleed very much

there are many other factors other than VL.....but 100K is certainly more than "undetectable"......keep it up, rough up your willing hole before time.....use minimal lube and he could eventually get you knocked up....good luck

I have this nightmare/dream where I get turned out in prison and become a sissy whore for a gang. Allday and night it's just endless rows of massive black dicks dumping gallon sized loads on me and in me. I often wake up drenched in sweat, my hole all clenched up and sore, and sporting a woody. Its weird because I'm terrified yet extremely turned on. One of my friends, who is a therapist, believes it is because I'm afraid of being exposed as a huge slut and becoming trapped within that role. He also said that he sees it a lot with peole in the sex industry (hookers, strippers, porn stars), that they fear their sexuality is how the world defines them and that all they are good for is sexual gratification by strangers. Suggestion is that I need to stop having casual sex and find a relationship with feelings. Fuck that...

Ten Years Later… Chapter 1. Ten years ago I took part in my first orgy. I was in college and had a boyfriend back at school, but was out of town on a summer job. I wound up at a 4th of July party with a bunch of hot guys. After a few strong bourbons that went down too quickly, I found myself a bit tipsy in the back yard with four other guys. Peter and Karl were a couple, another, Sam, was visiting for the weekend, and John, on whom I had a secret crush, was a probably about fifteen years older than the rest of us, oh, and he had a very nice, tight body. We all laughed and chatted telling our outrageous stories of exploring gay sex. Sam, the guy from New York was by far the most experienced among us. Sam hinted how piggy he could be, and the older guy told him to prove it. Right there, in front of anyone who cared to see, he dropped to his knees and started tonguing John’s hardening dick through his pants. John stood him up and kissed him hard on the mouth before reaching over for Pete’s crotch. Karl was a bit surprised and swatted his hand away. Pete gave his boyfriend a look as if to say, “Let’s just go with it,” and reached over to grab my dick through my pants. We all made out with each other until Sam invited us all back to his hotel. We walked, quickly, over to the hotel, me in between Sam and John as they both groped my ass, followed by Pete and Karl who were whispering about how far they wanted to go with any group action. Karl didn’t seem to want to share his boyfriend with the group, but Pete was into it. We got to the hotel and Sam had us all strip one by one as he fished out our dicks and sucked our dicks. He managed to get both my cock and John’s cock down his throat simultaneously. It felt so good having my cock sliding against this older guy I had had a crush on for weeks. John maneuvered me to Sam’s ass and taught me how to rim. We licked and fingered Sam’s hole while he alternated between Pete and Karl’s dicks. Sam was moaning as John’s stubbly face ground against his hole. “Somebody FUCK me!” he cried out. John stood me up as Sam scooted to the edge of the bed. He guided my dick into Sam’s hole with one hand on my cock and another at my ass. “What about a condom?” I asked. At this point in my life, I had only had sex with one or two guys, and always safe. Sam pulled off of Pete’s monster dick and asked "Will I catch anything from you?" I shook my head no, and without a word, Sam went back to sucking Pete as John guided my bare cock into Sam's ass. Sam groaned as I bottomed out inside him, and I remember thinking 'Fuck, this feels so good' and honestly I had never known how smooth and silky an ass could feel. I probably only lasted two minutes before I felt my cum stirring in my balls. John could tell I was tensing up and as I tried to back out of Sam, John stood right behind me, with his hard slimy cock working up and down my crack. He wouldn’t move, so I couldn’t pull out! John leaned forward and whispered, “Breed him boy. Get that cunt really wet for me.” With that, I came, shooting the biggest load of my life deep into Sam’s ass. I was trembling as John shoved me away and down onto the bed. John slid easily into Sam as he shoved his hips back to meet John’s thrusts. Pete and Karl descended on my cummy dick, and together, the two of them cleaned my cock of ass juice and cum. Sharing those two boyfriends, who had such an intense bond with each other, was so damned sexy. Sam was groaning, and with his mouth free, talking dirtier than I had ever heard anyone talk. “Gonna fill me up? What’s your name again? Give me your load, you stud!” That talk pushed John over the edge and he fired off into Sam, adding his load to the cummy mix brewing in his guts. When John was finished, he pulled out slowly and the boyfriends devoured his dick. Sam caught his breath and lined Pete and Karl up side by side on the bed on their backs. He squatted over Pete’s dick and rode it for a few strokes before pulling off and riding Karl. He switched back and forth a few times as John stood behind me and tweaked my nipples. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, guiding me to my knees between Karl’s legs as he did the same between Pete’s legs. With Sam bouncing up and down on Pete’s cock, he held Sam’s shoulders down and slid his dick in alongside Pete. Sam screeched with a mix of joy and pain as his ass spread to accommodate two big cocks in him. He stayed still and let the guys below him do the work. He then stood up and lowered himself onto Karl’s cock. John motioned to me to slide in as well, so I did. It felt so tight and so slippery. When Sam couldn’t take it any more, he lay down on his back, pulling his knees up to his shoulders. Pete mounted Sam and jackhammered into his man pussy. As he approached orgasm, he looked around for Karl, “Can I cum in him? Can I fill him up?” Karl climbed up behind him, grinding his dick into his boyfriend’s ass, preventing him from pulling out. “Is that as 'yes'?” Sam asked. Karl and Pete called out together, “Fuck yeah!” And with that, Pete slammed into Sam’s ass shooting off his load, but he had to get out of Karl’s way quickly as Karl slid into Sam’s hole and came only seconds later. When Karl pulled out, there was a stream of cum dripping out of Sam’s ass. Sam spread his ass cheeks apart and fingered his ass. An unbelievable amount of cum seeped down his hairy crack and onto the sheets. John knelt down and started licking it up. When he had a mouth, and beard, full, he slithered up to Sam’s mouth and dropped a huge wad of cum into his mouth. Fuck, that was hot. Sam went back to New York the next day, and I didn’t play together with John or the boyfriends Pete and Karl again that summer. I did hear that Karl and Pete broke up a few weeks later. And I went back to my boyfriend at school, never telling him that something had been unleashed within me. I started seeking out porn with internal cumshots and creampies. I started seeking out bareback sex videos and orgies and gangbangs. I wanted that freedom again that I had felt that amazing night. This was all before the advent of social media, so I fell out of touch with those guys. Years later, I became 'friends' with them online and reconnected. I wasn’t surprised when most of us had moved to New York. I ran into Sam a few times around town, and once at the beach. When I saw him with his shirt off, I was shocked at how much slimmer he had become. I was also shocked by the biohazard tattoo now emblazoned around his navel. I remarked on it, asking him when he had become POZ, and he told me it happened about ten years ago. I thought back to that night and wondered if he had already been POZZED when we had had our orgy. A few months later, I ran into John on the subway. Damn, he looked good, hotter than ever. His beard was impeccably groomed and this guy was quite the daddy. John seemed more bulky and muscled, with his t-shirt clinging to his wide hairy pecs. I noticed that he too had a new tattoo, and tribal armband that upon closer inspection was interlocking biohazard symbols. I remarked on it, and he just laughed, saying that he was surprised I wasn’t POZ too. He told me that he’d been POZ at least ten years and that he loved breeding NEG boys. I wondered if he had POZZED Sam that night ten years ago when we had had our orgy. He suggested that we get together sometime soon and maybe we could make up for lost time. Fuck, I was practically weak at the knees. Only a few weeks ago, I got a message from Pete online. He messaged me that he was 'being naughty'. In short, he was high was a kite, taking loads, and wanted me to come over and fuck him. I was rock-hard instantaneously. He told me that he liked to rub some drugs into his ass and take cum. I asked if he was still NEG, and he replied, “LOL. Nope. Not for a long time.” Unfortunately I was busy with work, so I couldn’t sneak away and go fuck him. So far, the only boy who wasn’t part of that five-way that doesn’t live in New York is Karl. I looked him up online, and he’s married, to a woman, living in the Midwest raising a family. Seems like he’s not fucking guys any more, at least not publicly, so he’s out of the running. Otherwise, I’d love to have a five-way to mark when I realized what I’ve always been: a cum whore who, as it turns out, craves POZ cum. And I know just the three guys to give it to me. To be continued…

I find that 90% of the time my being a well used slut is a turn on. Especially for straight guys who get off on it being taboo. And tops like when they don't have to work to get in and get going. My hole gets tight again very quickly so I can still have that feeling at first but my hole is so well used by now that even then a guy can slam 8 thick inches right in my all the way. And they love that because I moan in pleasured pain when they do. If I've been really opened I can slide back to the balls on a 12 inch rod. An even if it can sometimes take a minute or two where I slowly take it it's not very long before I'm backing into it and getting just wrecked. At bathhouses and the like I like to be seen because after one guy pounds me and blows inside everyone else wants to. Even after 15 loads when it's dripping everywhere and every thrust makes it sloppier. And that's the kind of ass I like to fuck when I top. I like seeing cum leak out when is life in.

6. "Sounds great to me," Javier said. "Get over here and clean me off," he said to me." I rolled off of my back and tried not to fall off the bed at the same time. As I sat up, I had a sudden head rush. It was made even worse by the poppers and tina. "You ok there?" Eli asked me. "Yeah, just a head rush," I said. I stood up slowly, next to Eli, as Javier climbed to the side of the bed. "This should help," he said, handing me the bottle of poppers. "Maybe," he laughed. I knelt down between Javier's legs and did a long hit from the poppers. His dick was right in front of me and it was still glistening from my ass. There was a light covering of lube, ass juice, and cum. Normally, ass-to-mouth was something I tried to avoid, but as the poppers hit me, it seemed like the most natural and right thing to do. It was my life and calling to lick Javi's cock clean and get it hard again. Hungrily, I took the very tip into my mouth, licking up the last drop or two of cum. "Oh fuck, that's hot," Javier said as I worked to take the rest of the head in my mouth. It was still warm from my ass. The neutral flavor of the lube mixed with the tang of my ass and the saltiness of the jizz. He took the bottle of poppers from me and did a hit himself. "You gonna re-fill that pipe today?" he asked Eli. Eli had been zoning out, dividing his attention between the porn still playing on the TV and watching me clean off his buddy's cock. "Yeah, I will" he said, before sitting down next to Javier. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him clean off the pipe, and then carefully tap a few more big crystals into the stem from one of the baggies. "Good?" he asked Javier. "Looks good for now," Javier said. "You want to do the honors? Start it off?" "Sure," Eli said. He held the torch under the bowl, letting the chemicals melt, crackle and smoke before putting the glass stem in his mouth. I wanted to stare and watch this studly man inhale the powerful drugs. But I knew that my job here was to suck on Javi's cock. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the smells and the noises in the room: the warm burn from the torch, the moans from the TV, the sharp smell of the crystal smoke, Eli's deep breaths from the pipe. Instead, I focused on the two most important ones: the sweat on Javi's body and the wet sounds of me sucking on his cock. They were a good combination and made me want to swallow even more of Javi's heavy shaft. "Oh, that's so fucking good," Eli said, exhaling a thick plume of vapor. "Your turn, Bro," he said, handing the pipe and torch to Javi. "Thanks," Javi said. I opened my eyes and looked up just long enough to see Eli put his arm around Javi as the Latino held the torch under the bowl. "Don't stop," he said to me. "You're doing a great job there. If you can swallow the whole thing, I'll make sure you get a few big-ass hits" "Giving him some incentives, huh?" Eli said. I turned my attention back to Javi's cock and took the head into my mouth. I worked my way slowly down his shaft. While I worked on Javi's flesh pipe, the Latino started to inhale on the glass pipe. He drained the bowl several times before letting the torch go out. As I struggled to suppress my gag reflex, Javi calmly turned to Eli, and shotgunned his hit to the black man. "Oh yeah," Javi said, "That's it." He put the still-warm pipe back in his mouth, and inhaled more from the smoking bowl. "Almost got it all," he said to me. His cockhead was pressed against the back of my throat. I could physically take the whole thing; I had done it before. Now, my only block was mental. I remembered how sore I had felt when Eli had first pressed his tool into my throat. It would be the same when Javi forced his hard tool back in. I hunted on the bed for the poppers, before Eli helped me out and handed them to me. "These should help you," he said. I paused my cocksucking long enough to inhale deeply, but made sure to not let Javi's cock fall out of my mouth. "That's right," Eli said. "All the way down." "Here you go," Javi said. He handed Eli the pipe. "Thanks," Eli replied. He flicked the torch, and repeated the process of heating and inhaling. While he was doing his hit, the poppers hit me and the mental blocks I had created for myself disappeared in a fog of drug-induced pleasure. It would be a bit painful when Javi's cock first entered my throat. But it would be worth it: to see the smile on Javi's face, to feel his erect member press against my airway, and especially to get another hit from the glass pipe. I swallowed slightly, tilted my head, and let his dick enter my throat. It was surprisingly easy to swallow the rest of his shaft. The lube that was still on it greased its journey and helped to soothe my raw throat. "That's it, man," Javi said. "Take it all. I know how badly you want it. And that next hit of crystal." He was completely right; kneeling down in front of him, my entire world was his crotch and the erection springing up from his mound of dark pubic hair. Between the lube, the poppers, and my slow-burning desire for another hit, it was easy for me to swallow his entire shaft. I was going to be sore and hoarse the next day, but I didn't care. I had swallowed the entire thing and I was going to get more tina. Those were the only two things that counted. "Fuck, he made that look easy," Eli said. "Guess he's definitely earned a reward." "Oh, he's earned it for sure," Javier said, pulling my head off of his dick. I looked up at the two naked men; a mahogany and an ebony god that I needed to worship all day, every day. The ebony god reached down and put the pipe in my mouth and then the mahogany one held the lit torch under the bowl. It was still warm from the last hit, so it didn't take long before the white clouds were curling out from the top. "Do a good hit, Matt," Javier said. "Not one of those little pussy hits you seem to like so much." As told, I lost track of the number of times I drained the bowl and I filled my lungs with the thick vapors. When I could no longer inhale any more, I nodded to Eli that I was filled with the drug, but he shook his head. "You can do better than that, muscle bottom." Javier kept the torch under the bowl. I had no choice but to keep on draining the pipe, just to keep the meth from burning. Finally, when I thought my lungs were going to burst, Javier took the pipe from me, and stuck it in his own mouth, sucking down the smoke as the pipe cooled. "Finally," Eli said. "That's how a real man hits the pipe. Now hold it," he continued, nodding approvingly. I held it as long as I could, letting it enter my bloodstream. The meth quickly traveled to the two centers of my body that were driving my actions: my ass and my brain. When I thought I was just about to pass out, I let myself exhale. The cloud engulfed my head, and for a brief moment, I couldn't see anything but the beautiful white nothing. I was lost in the possibilities, but it slowly fell away, revealing the reality of Javier's cock, which was starting to grow hard again. "Nice," he said. "That was a good start. Now one more hit for you." Javi pressed his mouth against mine and exhaled his hit into me. I inhaled and took another big cloud, the second in rapid succession. "Think you can go down on me again?" Javi asked. "All the way down? Lick my balls with your tongue?" I nodded. I could do anything he wanted me to. I would do anything that he wanted me to. I leaned over his glistening cock, still wet from its last time in my mouth. I opened my mouth and the head entered easily. It was soon pressing against the back of my throat. I didn't even need the usual hit of poppers to relax me; I just let go in. I had to make sure that the cloud didn't escape, but quickly, Javi's cock was doing its job of blocking my airway. "Oh fuck, that's perfect," Javi moaned. Eli had taken the pipe from Javi and while I was busy deep-throating the Latino, he did another hit. As Eli was taking a second hit from the pipe, Javi touched my head lightly, and nodded at me. It was his way of letting me know I could finally exhale. I pulled off his cock just enough to be able to breathe and then exhaled the thick cloud. "Fuck, that's hot," Javi said, before pushing me all the way back down on his dick. "If you take it all again, and you'll get another go at the pipe." "If you keep on giving him hits, he's gonna be way gone," Eli said, before he grabbed Javier and shotgunned the hit to the Latino. Javi rested his hand on the top of my head and held me in place while the two men began to kiss deeply. I relaxed and focused on Javi's beautiful cock sliding ever further into my throat. "That's the point, isn't it?" Javi said. He broke off the kiss and then the two men exhaled the rest of their hits. The two men quickly turned back to each other and resumed their kissing. But, Javi kept his hand on my head and held me down on his dick. "A tweaked out bottom will do anything and everything we want. And he's almost at the base of my cock now, aren't you?" I did my best to nod, even with Javi's cock limiting my range of motion. "Very true. Very true," Eli said. I took a deep breath before the final push, smelling the mixture of sweat, lube, and cum on Javi's pubes. Like the best poppers, the sweat filled my mind and with it, the last bit of his cock slid into my throat. "He made it," Eli said, watching my lips wrapped around the base of the Latino’s cock. "Oh fuck yeah, he's definitely made it. Made it to cocksucker heaven. He's got it all in." He rubbed the back of my head. "Good job, dicksucker. Don't stop," he said, keeping his hand on my head and complimenting my cocksucking prowess. "Feels fucking awesome, my cock up in your throat." It made me feel good, knowing how much Javi enjoyed me servicing him. He deserved it; that he was a man was good enough for him to merit getting his dick sucked regularly. That he was hot and hung was more than enough for me deep-throat him. Of course, I'd swallow each one of his rich loads. "Here's the pipe," Eli said, handing it to Javi. "When you're ready for him to pull off, of course." Javi grunted an acknowledgement, but he kept his hand on my head and held me in place. My reward, the hit from the pipe, would be later, once Javi had had more time to enjoy my efforts. "Maybe chill for a bit after?" Eli asked. I wasn't sure if he was asking Javier, me, or if it was just a rhetorical question. "Yeah, that's cool," Javier said. The question had obviously been posed to Javi. He pulled me off his cock, leaving me kneeling by the side of the bed. "Our boy here deserves his reward first." "Of course," Eli said. "Better for all of us." Javier stuck the glass pipe in my mouth and lit the torch under it. "Make it another real hit Matt. Make us proud of you, cocksucker." "Let it melt first," Javi said, as he ran the flame under the bowl. It took a few seconds before the pipe began to smoke, then I slowly drained the bowl a few times. Even though I had more than reached my limit, I didn't stop and continued to suck on the pipe. "Doing good," Javi said as he pulled the torch away. "Just let it fill you up." I got a few more draws before the crystal cooled down and stopped smoking. I concentrated on holding the cloud in as long as I could. Javi handed the pipe and torch back to Eli. The black man lit the torch again, and melted the little bit of tina that remained in the bowl. "Looks like one more hit," he said. "You want it?" he asked Javi. "You can have it," Javier said. "I'm good, at least for now. But I can tell you're feeling the need." "Oh fuck yeah," Eli said. I watched, enraptured, as he again pursed his lips around the stem, and began to inhale. Watching these slow rituals of getting spun, of pushing oneself to a new plane of sexuality, was just as much of a turn on as watching the porn on TV. When it was a masculine man like Eli, it was even more of a turn-on I couldn't hold my hit any longer, and began to exhale. "To me," Javi said, leaning over to take my hit. I exhaled directly into Javier's mouth, letting him find out just how big of a hit I had done. "Nice," he said, as he broke off. I turned my attention back to Eli; he was still inhaling from the pipe. He finally took the stem out of his mouth and looked at the bowl closely. He shrugged his shoulders before putting the pipe back on the bed table. "Done?" Javi asked. Eli nodded while he held the hit. The two men leaned back on the bed and slowly exhaled their hits before turning their attention back to the TV. "Here," Javier said to me, patting the space between them. I climbed on to the bed, making myself comfortable between the two dark men. On screen, a hung black man, his dick not quite as big as Eli's, had his unprotected cock up a young white boy's ass. As the boy's hole was opened up and he was made into the black man's personal plaything, his face was a mixture of pleasure and pain. Both Eli and Javier were chilling out, stroking their cocks and enjoying the movie. It didn't take them long before they were semi-hard again. "Hot movie," Javier said. "Yeah, very hot," Eli said. I poured some lube on my cock and started to play with it. But the tina had already hit me hard so my dick remained flaccid and small. "You got tina dick?" Eli asked me, noticing my soft cock. "Yeah," I said. I spread my legs apart, which exposed my hole. I let my hand slide down. I pressed a finger against my hole; it was still wet and open so my finger slid in easily. "Playing with your hole, huh? Feels good, doesn't it?" Javier asked. He was now fully erect. His member was a statue to masculinity. "Fuck yeah," I moaned; already I had put in a second finger. "You got any toys?" Eli asked. "Yeah," I said. "A few." "Get one. I want to see you play with it." I extricated myself from between the two men, and went to my dresser. Despite the light from the window still being grey and overcast, it was nearly noon. "Looks like it's going to be rain today," I said, opening the top drawer, where I stored the dildos, vibrators and beads. "Good thing we're inside," Eli said. "Staying dry. Staying warm." "And hard, and naked," Javier added. "And high," Eli concluded. "So, Javi, bro, what are you up to these days?" Eli asked as I shuffled through the drawer. "Oh, just things here and there. Running some stuff," Javier replied. He had that flat tone I associated with being tweaked out. I was still looking through the drawer. It was filled with the miscellaneous toys that a gay man accumulated. I wondered what I wanted to use, what toys I wanted to show these men. What toys I wanted them to use on me. "What you running these days?" "Ehh. Mostly tina. Some rock, molly. Weed. What people need. Sometimes what I can find." "Cool. Good to have a source," Eli said. "You hear that, muscle butt?" he asked me. "You got your new connection right here." "And he's always got the option of doing it in trade," Javier said. "Price I'm sure he'll be happy to pay," Eli said. "You found a toy there yet?" he asked me. "You've been looking long enough." I nodded, looking at the dildos, a medium-sized vibrator and then alighting on a string of anal beads. I hadn't played with the beads in a while. I pulled them out. "How about these?" I said, turning around, holding up the beads. "Very nice," Eli said. "Now, let's see you get a few of them in." I got back on the bed, bent over and on all fours between the two men. My ass was facing them with my face buried in the sheets as I huffed from the bottle of poppers. I rubbed the first bead with lube and pressed it against my hole. Right as the poppers kicked in, my ass stretched around the bead, engulfing and swallowing it. Then there was just the thin black cable hanging out of my ass, leading to the next round ball. "Damn. It just swallowed that ball right up," Javier said, moving in for a closer look. He ran his finger around my hole and then caught his finger on the cord. "Fucking hungry hole he's got." My hole was hungry. It grabbed against the bead and dragged it ever deeper into me. "Oh, hot damn!" Javier said, watching the next bead get lifted off the bed as the cord disappeared into my ass. "Just eating that thing up." "Still hungry for more," Eli said. "You know what will make it even hungrier?" "What?" Javier asked, and then the two whispered between themselves. It was something I couldn't quite catch because I was too busy doing another huff from the poppers. The second bead was pressing against my ass. It needed just a tiny bit more pressure in order to slip into my hole. I reached back to press it in, but Javier grabbed my hand. "Wait," he said. "I'll do it." I expected him to immediately press in the bead, but instead, he pulled on the cord, dragging the second bead back and away from my hole. The bead already inside me slid back down, settling up against my prostate. "Here you go," Eli said to Javi. Then Javi quickly pressed two fingers into my hole and pulled them back out. "Looks good," Eli said. "Yeah, doesn't it?" Javier said. He rubbed the second bead with some lube and then pressed it up against my hole again. "Ready?" he asked me. I nodded, and with just the slightest pressure from Javier, it popped into my ass. Its entry was a lot rougher than the first bead, scratching and roughing up my tender ass. I gasped before tightening my ass around the cord. "You felt that, huh?" Javi asked me. "Yeah," I said. "What is it?" "Just a bit of tina up there now. It'll make you ready for anything," Javi said. "Like me," Eli said. "It'll get that ass good and relaxed for this." I turned my head back, and saw that both men were again hard and fully erect. "Yeah, it's going up there," Eli said. He shook it gently as I stared at his cock. "You know you need it. How'd it feel to have Javi up there?" "Really good," I said, remembering how big Javi's cock had felt. I pressed a finger into my hole and realized how much Javi had opened me up, wondering if it was sufficient to take Eli's python-like penis. My finger bumped against the beads already up there and pushed it deeper into my hole. I felt the shard of crystal scrape against me while it slowly melted in my ass. "How big was that shard?" "Hopefully big enough," Javi said. "You feeling it? If not, there's plenty more where it came from." "Oh, Yeah," I said. "I definitely am." It was getting harder to concentrate. My mind was racing, from thinking about Javi's cock in me to dreaming of a line of men pulling a train on me, then back to imagining Eli shooting his load in my hole, and then to something else even more extreme and depraved. It was the crystal taking effect and it wouldn't be long before I would need another hard cock inside of me again. "Let me feel," Eli said, running his finger around my hole. I pulled my two fingers out, and he pressed one of his thick fingers into me. Just that one was bigger than the two of mine. At least my ass was relaxed enough to easily stretch around his finger. "Oh nice. Hot and wet. I can feel that bead up there." He pressed against it, pushing it and the shard further into my butt. "Did you like feeling Javi pounding your hole bareback?" "Yeah," I said. I had to admit that it felt amazing to be barebacked by the Latino man. We now had a level of closeness that could have never been achieved with a rubber separating us. Not to mention, it was just right that he shot his load in my ass. It was now slowly soaking into my body; now, I'd always have a part of him inside me. "You ever wear a condom?" I asked Eli. "Ha," Eli laughed. "You see this thing? Ain't no condom big enough for my tool. Would have to use a damn garbage bag." He shook his cock. It was nearly erect, the bend in it looking almost evil and scary. I still had no idea how he was going to fit all of it in my ass. The closest comparison would have been getting fisted; it was that big. I had never gotten more than four fingers up there. "Besides," Eli continued, "You know how good it feels, skin on skin." I did. Bareback was a rare pleasure for me and it was usually coupled with the joy of being spun. "Yeah, I do," I said. "Just a bit nervous." But, it seemed wrong to deny Eli the pleasure of entering me raw. He deserved that simple joy, after his year of deprivation while in prison. Besides, it was certainly wrong to deny him right after I had let Javier fuck me raw, not to mention breed my hole. Mostly though, I wanted Eli to know how much I respected him: his masculinity, his presence, and his needs as a man. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible. "Don't be," Eli said. He pressed his finger in deeper, forcing the beads and their meth payload further into my hole. "You'll love it. Trust me." "And if at first you don't," Javier piped in, "we've got plenty of poppers and some crystal to make sure that you at least want it. Maybe not enjoy it." He laughed. It was going to happen regardless of what I wanted. "Right on," Eli said. "How about it, stud. You ready for a big black cock up that tight muscle hole? Big, black raw cock?" "I guess I am," I said, ready for the next challenge