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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.”

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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This is my first ever story, I hope you enjoy! Please be gentle! I have an idea of where I am going with this story but would welcome your ideas and feedback. I will try and incorporate them into future posts. The Downfall of a Banker I know the working class hates us. I am one of the 1%. Those people you see vilified in the press and in the movies. Working for only a few hours a day to make millions a year. Only existing in the rarified world of the best restaurants, bars and hotels. I had been blessed with good looks. A sqaure jaw, flawless skin, blue eyes and raven black hair, 6 foot 3 inches in height. My muscles were honed to perfection in the gym. I am the ultimate version of masculinity. I had even featured on the cover of Men's Health as evidence you could balance, work, partying and gym. Obviously many women threw themselves at me. I had a different one in my bed most nights. However I never seemed to be able to keep a relationship. I worked at a well known investment bank in the city. Lived in a beautiful apartment in the best location and also had a small country estate to escape to when I needed to take a break from the city. You see not only did I make millions, but I also had inherited great wealth. I was born with the proverbial silver spoon. As such I had grown up with everyone respecting me and quite literally intimidated by my presence. I had greatly enjoyed using this power to get my way in the world. What I thought of as persuasion, most would consider bullying. However now I am in my early 30s and at the height of my power I am finding life less satisfying. The endless parties, sex and hangovers were starting to interest me less. The succession of models left me less sexually satisfied. I sometimes found I couldn't get a hard on. At first I started to blame the alcohol and partying. However one day on my way to work I passed a building site. What I saw there would ultimately change my life ... My usual driver had been ill and in a rare moment of compasion I had given him the morning off. I decided to rough it and use public transport. I am not sure what I was thinking that morning. Possibly I was also ill and not thinking clearly. As a result I had to walk the last part to work. Just around the corner of my bank there was a building site. It seemed to be run by skinheads. Their heads gleaming from where they had shaved their hair down to the scalp. I shuddered thinking about how I could never do that to my thick, glossy expensively cut hair which was treated and trimmed on a weekly basis. The skinheads bodies and necks were also covered in ugly tattoos, certainly I would never mare my beautifully soft, tanned and luminescent skin with such vulgar designs. They were dressed in filthy ripped clothes with Doc Martin boots laced up to their mid calfs. By contrast I was wearing a £5,000 tailored Jermyn Street blue suit, crisp handmade shirt with diamond studed cuff links, burgendy silk tie and handmade fine patent leather shoes. We could not be more different. At the same time my cock started to harden while listening to them talk in their coarse language. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. My erection was firmer then it had been in months and was clearly visible in my tightly tailored suit trousers. Why was this happening, I am so much better than them. Clearly my dithering and potent erection had not gone unnoticed by the skinhead gang. Not only were they the lowest scum of society but there were also clearly gay. They were leering at me and shouting profanities about what they wanted to do my perfect arse, ripping open my suit pants so they could fuck me hard. They kept saying they were going to bend me over an oil drum, tie my hands, use all my holes, spit on me and then leave me naked tied up on the site for all to use. My cock was leaking so much there was a wet patch on the front of my trousers. I could not understand my response. My brain could not compute my reaction at all. I'm straight!! Sure there had been fumbles with classmates at my boarding school, one night I even sucked a mate off, but quite frankly who hadn't!! Even if I was gay I would never even think of going with someone from a lower social class. I quickly gathered myself and ran the rest of the way to work. I spent the rest of the day totally distracted, thinking about what had happened that morning, imagining what would have happened if I had stayed. Even my boss noticed that I wasn't on planet Earth and sent me home. Thankfully it was Friday so I decided to immediately go out, meet friends, have a drink. Anything to basically distract me from what my mind kept flicking back to. The weekend turned into a blur of parties, champagne and women. I threw myself at every attractive women. I must have bedded a dozen over the course of the weekend. However I could not get an erection for any of them. They all left disappointed. I ofcourse blamed the huge amount of alcohol I had drunk. Many of them asked if I was gay, which I ofcourse denied, usually with a bouquet of profanities. However my nights were spent in tormemt. It didn't matter how much alcohol I drunk to make me pass out, every night I woke with the same image of me submitting to the un-named lead skinhead and his gang. Every night I would wake dripping in sweat as I ejaculated the biggest loads of my life. My silk boxers soaked through with my load, much larger than I had had with what I had thought was the most satisfying sex previously. I initially called in sick for the start of the week as I was not rested after my disjointed sleeping. However after a further day spent flipping between drunken oblivion and completely unsatifying sexual intercourse I decided I needed to return to the routine of work to try and re-establish my equilibrium. I think my subconscious was in charge when I asked my driver to drop me off a little distance from work. He was shocked but I brushed him aside saying I needed some fresh air before work. Ofcourse I had to go past the same building site. This time the skinhead foreman was on his own. It was extremely early in the morning. My eyes caught his. He just stared intensely at me. I found my patent leather shoes were walking onto the site. As I came nearer to him, he just grabbed hold of my silk tie and pulled me into the most penetrating kiss I have ever had. The whole world stopped as I accepted his tongue into my mouth. His filthy hands grabbed hold of me, with one he cupped the back of my head, grabbed my hair to ensure his tongue went deeper into my mouth. He remarked the only benefit of my longish hair was that it was easier for him to control me. His other hand grabbed my pert bottom through my suit trousers so that all of my body was brought into him. I could smell him, a wonderful rich aroma of sweat and hard work. Suddenly he pulled away, my mouth felt empty, I leaned in to kiss him again. He stepped back out of my reach. He said I could not have any more until I showed him respect. At this point he just spat on my forehead. I was in complete shock at this. Ordinarily I would find this positively one of the most disgusting things that could be done to me. However as his saliva slowly dripped down my face all I could think of that he was marking me and how lucky I was to have received something from me. My erections was so hard. He obviously noticed this. He demanded I show him respect. I think my brain just froze, I could not think what to do. Thankfully he thought for me as he slapped me on my cheek, leaving a dirty mark on my alabaster skin, however it did the trick of firing up my brain to realise he had grabbed hold of my tie, was dragging me forward and down so that I was forced to sink to my knees in the filth of the building site mud. With his hand back gripping my hair he forced my mouth down to his boots. I understood what was needed as I showed my subservience by kissing his boots. Once I had demonstrated this submission he directed my face, via his forceful grip, to his crotch, where I started to lick his crotch. He then opened his zip and let loose his manhood. For the first time since my adolesence I looked at another mans penis. The glans of his penis glistened with pre-cum. It looked so tempting that I had to taste it. In that moment I accpeted his cock into my mouth. What I lacked in experience I made up for in enthusiasm as I gave him head. Within a few minutes I could feel the tension mount. Sure enough he soon proceded to cum, withdrawing from my mouth and spurting his sperm all over my face and hair which he then proceded to rub all over with his penis. At that same moment I also came without touching myself at all. Something that had never happened while I was conscious. This was demonsrated to him by how soaking wet the groin of my suit trousers were, this was by far the biggest and most satisfying orgasm of my life. Just after that moment a peace descended on me. It was only disturbed when my master then demanded payment. I was initally afronted by this as I thought he had just played me for my money. I think my anger was also fuelled by the fact I also realised why so many of my female sex partners were so hurt after I dropped them as I in effect bought them for the night by taking them out for dinner and then plying them with expensive alcohol. I had viewed sex in the past as a transaction, however what had just occured was not a transaction for me, it was a life changing event. Therefore when he said he did not want my money I was actually relieved. However what he wanted was so much more than money could buy. He wanted my humility. He retrieved a knife fromt the belt of his jeans. I should have been frightened but for some reason I had implicit trust in him. He said that to prove my humility I needed to remove my outer skin of the corporate uniform. He slowly and delibrately cut off all of my clothes.He started with my tie, then proceeded to my suit jacket. He continued until everything was shredded including my underwear, shoes and socks. I just let him do it, I had never felt so at peace. I felt as though the weight of the world was being lifted off me. There I was in the middle of a building site being slowly and deliberately stripped. Anyone could look in. However as each piece of my fine clothing was being iretrievably stripped from me I felt more and more free, until I was left standing completely naked and re-born. Only at the end of this did I suddenly think of my exposure. Standing fully naked in the middle of a building site just as the city was starting to wake up. However my new master, as I viewed him, provided for my modesty in his own way. He gave me his own filthy jockstrap. I wore it with pride. He made it clear my first sacrifce was to demonstrate my humility, further sacrifices would be made on my way to the person that I desired and needed to become. Before letting me go he decided that with my arse on show it should be reddened. He bent me over his lap and sensuously spanked me, which lead to another erection. I therefore walked home with nearly the whole of my body, especially my pert red bottom & dripping erection, exposed. People were looking at me as though I was crazy, but I felt so grounded, literally my bare feet in contact with the the filthy pavement, that realsim made me feel serene.

I cannot pull out and nut on my bottoms ass. He always tells me to cum on his ass but I just can't do it. When I try to do it I end up stroking but never cumming. I don't know how it is for other tops but I don't want to see my load after sex. I want it deep in my bottoms guts. I keep trying to explain this to him. I don't want the bottom to push my load out. I want it planted in him. To me that is REAL sex. I love a bottom who understands that a top is suppose to plant his DNA inside him. That is the whole point of sex. I might as well jack off if I have to shoot my load on your ass when I'm already inside it while holding your back down with my left hand and gripping your back neck with my right. When I got you in that position just do not ruin it for me please. You're gonna get loaded. Just let it happen. Just needed to rant. . .

Part 25 - The Crushes Friday night after work, Aaron drove up and was soon knocking on Nick’s door. Nick opened the door, dressed only in a jockstrap and pulled Aaron inside, kissing him deeply. “I have to be back to work tomorrow night, but until then you’re all mine” Aaron said, pushing Nick toward the couch. “How’s that hungry hole, Scooter?” Aaron asked, squeezing Nick’s cock inside the jockstrap and then moving his hand around to Nick’s butt. “I need that cock back inside me, Aaron. I need it bad” Nick begged. Aaron grinned, remembering how he had wanted Nick’s jock cock fucking him in high school and here it was happening, but he was the one that was going to do most of the fucking. He unbuttoned his work pants and pushed them down, his cock straining at the boxer briefs. Nick eagerly pulled down the underwear and devoured his cock. Aaron was moaning and moved his hands behind Nick’s head guiding his head down further. Nick’s tongue was stimulating his cock and it got even harder. He started to face fuck Nick, hearing him gag as his cock pushed into his throat. He looked down and marveled at the sight of Nick on his knees, sucking him as Nick looked up. He could see the lust in his eyes. Aaron pulled his cock out and slapped it across Nick’s face before pushing him on to the couch, Nick’s ass hanging off the front. Aaron kicked his pants and underwear off and was on his knees spreading Nick’s butt cheeks open. Aaron started rimming Nick’s ass, slathering his hole in spit and pushing his tongue in. His cock was throbbing and he wanted to fuck him bad, but loved worshiping his hole. He heard Nick moan and felt him squeeze his tongue with his hole. Aaron stood up and rubbed his leaking cock over Nick’s hole. “You want this Scooter? You want my poz cock inside you?” Aaron asked. “Yeah, fuckin breed my hole and turn me into a poz pig!” Nick pleaded. Aaron slid his cock in with one firm push all the way until his balls were on Nick’s ass. “Oh god yeah” Nick moaned and Aaron started fucking his pussy, building intensity and speed. His precum was leaking inside Nick making his hole slicker and it spurred Aaron to fuck harder. Nick was grunting with each thrust into him Aaron made. He pounded Nick a few minutes longer and then pulled his cock out and started rimming his gaping hole, licking up the precum. Nick was whimpering from feeling so empty. He watched the hole slowly close back up and then drove his cock back in. He leaned forward as he drilled Nick and whispered in his ear “I want your last neg loads in my ass.” He pushed in all the way and felt his cock start to spew his poz seed inside Nick. Both of them moaned as the cum kept shooting. Aaron slowly pulled out, pushing any cum that escaped back into Nick’s cunt. Nick squeezed his hole tight and stood up, pushing Aaron to his knees. His cock was still rock hard and dripping precum. Aaron put his hand around the base and licked the tip of Nick’s cock, savoring the taste. He put his lips around the shaft and started sucking deeper. Nick tried to slow Aaron down, since he was close to cumming and wanted to cum in his ass like he had wanted to do a few years before. He pulled Aaron up and kissed him, grinding his body into Aaron before pushing him to the couch where he had just been minutes before. He spit on Aaron’s hole and pushed his cock hard into him. Aaron screamed out, unprepared for Nick’s quick entry. “Shut up, poz boy. I bet you like it hard and rough” Nick said as his thrusts got harder and Aaron groaned. A week before, Aaron would have cried and run away if someone had said something like that, but today it turned him on. Nick’s breathing got ragged and he couldn’t hold back any longer. His cock started shooting his neg seed into Aaron and he fell forward on top of Aaron and held him tight as his orgasm faded. He withdrew his cock and fell down on the couch. Aaron rolled over and sat next to him, grinning. After a few minutes, Nick grabbed Aaron’s hand and tugged, pulling him to his feet and then led him to the bedroom. They cuddled and fell asleep spooning together. Saturday morning, Joe spent a few hours at the table sketching out a few ideas for his new tattoo. He thought about something simple, but wanted something that was a little customized, but still recognizable to those that knew the symbolism. He eventually decided he wanted a scorpion, with one claw going down on to his cock and the other toward his leg. The stinger had a small red skull as part of it and the tail and stinger would lie above the waistband of his jeans, shorts and jockstrap. One he drew that was more traditional and the other was with tribal influences. He threw on his speedo and marked the top of it with a pen, and then did the same with his regular jeans and then with just his jockstrap on. He snapped a pic of the marks on his naked body and then of the two drawings and sent them to Thad with a message “Earned my other tat. This is what I’m thinking. can u mesh them and make it look hot? c u tomorrow.” Hopefully Thad would have enough time before the next day to come up with something good that blended the two and fit his body. He really liked how the other ink was coming out and figured that after the third session tomorrow, it would really look good. He got a message back only a few minutes later that said “nice. need an extra hour to do it. mañana.” Nick woke up Saturday morning and ground his ass on Aaron’s morning wood. Aaron awakened and grabbed Nick’s hips and pushed his cock into Nick’s loose hole. Aaron rolled Nick over on to his stomach and climbed on his back and began using long strokes to drive his cock into him. He pushed himself up and was riding Nick’s ass and feeling him massage his cock with his ass muscles. He moaned and grunted and felt his balls tingle. Aaron pushed his cock in deep and filled Nick up with another load of his tainted seed. Aaron laid down on top of Nick and fell asleep, his cock still inside. A few hours later, Aaron got up and wandered in to the bathroom to take a piss. His rock hard cock was making it difficult to empty his bladder. He tried all sorts of things to get his cock to go down, but he kept thinking of fucking Nick again. “You want to piss on me?” Nick asked as he walked up behind him. “Sure, I’ve never done it before” Aaron answered. Nick stepped into the bathtub and got on his knees and said “Jump in.” Aaron got into the shower and stood in front of Nick and looked down. The image of him sitting there was not helping his cock go down so he closed his eyes and started thinking of his past - his first date with a girl when he was trying to be straight. His cock started to soften and as the whole experience with her filled his mind he lost his erection. He opened his eyes and aimed his cock at Nick and let his bladder release. “Yeah, cover me with your piss. God, that feels good” encouraged Nick. Aaron aimed for his head and watched the yellow liquid cascade down his body. He started to aim at other parts of Nick - his cock and then his chest. He saw Nick open his mouth and zeroed in and filled his mouth with urine and watched Nick swallow it down. His cock started to stiffen again and he still had a partially full bladder to go. Thankfully he could still let the stream shoot all over Nick who looked to be enjoying it as much as Aaron was. Nick would gulp some of the piss down and then let his mouth fill and the pee dribble out and down his body. The stream eventually slowed and Nick leaned up and sucked the last drops of piss out of Aaron’s cock. Nick stood up and gave Aaron a wet kiss, pushing some of the urine into his mouth and he swallowed it down. Nick turned around and started the shower, washing off the piss, cum and sweat from several hours of fucking. He washed Aaron, inspecting every crevice of his body. He spread Aaron’s ass cheeks and pushed his tongue into his hole. Aaron leaned against the wall and moaned, showing how much he enjoyed Nick rimming him. Nick got back up and slid his now hard cock back into Aaron’s pussy. He thrust his hips in, filling Aaron with his cock and kissed his back. The thrusts got harder and Nick felt the cum start to rise. Nick wrapped his arms around Aaron and shoved his cock in to the base as his cum shot into Aaron. They stood there connected for several minutes, the shower covering them with water. Nick and Aaron watched a bit of TV and when there was nothing else on TV, Nick played a gay porn flick. Aaron looked over at him and shook his head. “Can’t you get enough? My cock is sore from all the fucking I’ve been doing last night and today” he told Nick. “I’m sore too, but if you still have some more dirty seed inside you, I want it” Nick replied. Aaron leaned over and pushed Nick’s legs back and ground their cocks together. His cock got harder and he knew he had at least one more load for Nick. After making out for a few minutes he grabbed Nick’s hand and pulled him to his feet. He bent him over the couch, so Nick could watch the boy get fucked and bred by the two leather daddies on the screen. Aaron easily shoved his cock into Nick’s wrecked hole. He put his hands on Nicks shoulders and kept driving his cock in. From all the fucking earlier, it took Aaron a while to get to the point of being able to cum, but when he felt it start to build he pounded Nick harder than he ever had. Unlike his normal orgasm where he would plant is cock deep and then shoot his load, this time he kept fucking as he shot. When the last few spurts of cum left his body, Aaron held Nick tight against his sweaty body and breathing heavy. They laid down on the couch and Aaron fell asleep only to be awakened by the alarm on his phone telling him to get ready to go to work. They showered together and while Nick leaned against the wall and spread his feet, Aaron had nothing left for him. Aaron put his things back into his gym bag and headed back towards home and his job. His balls hurt. His cock hurt. His ass craved another load or three from Nick. It was one of the best weekends he had ever had and wondered if he would have any more of them with Nick, or if once Nick converted he would be done with him. Sunday morning Joe got up and clipped his pubic hair and then shaved his treasure trail and pubes off. He hated to see it go and really didn’t like how he looked shaved down there and hoped it would grow back quickly. Once everything was smooth, he showered and got ready for his tattoo session with Thad. He pulled up to the shop and walked in. Thad was sitting there sketching on his pad and smiled when he saw Joe. “Congratulations! How’s life as a poz guy?” Thad said. “Its been really good now that I feel like I’m human again” replied Joe. “I did a couple renderings of your scorpion. Let me know which you prefer or if you want some changes” Thad said spreading out the drawings. “Thanks for the pics, it really helped to know where you wanted it placed.” Joe liked the second one the best and wanted a couple small changes. “Take your pants off and sit down” Thad told Joe. He sat down in the chair and Thad reclined it so that Joe was laying flat. He had worn some loose boxers and slid those down revealing his soft cock. “Oh, cool. You already shaved so we can just start the tat” Thad said as he felt the soft skin. Joe’s cock started to stiffen. Thad first did the outline of the scorpion and Joe kept looking down, smiling. As the tattoo filled in Thad started talking more. “I hope you’ve having fun with your new power. I remember the first guy I did and it was a big rush” Thad said. “Oh yeah, it was. We gang banged a guy I knew who has been chasing a while. I fucked another neg guy and been having fun with my boyfriend.” Joe told Thad as he switched over to add the red accents to his mostly black scorpion. Once Thad was done with the lower tat, he moved up to Joe’s pec and started filling it in. “This is going to hurt more, so let me know if you need a break” Thad said as the buzzing from the tattoo pen filled the room once more. Once Thad finished the work for the day, he looked at Joe and said “Anytime you need to drop some of that newly charged up cum in a guy, let me know. I like collecting new strains and Daryl likes fucking my cum filled hole.” Joe chuckled “I was just about to say the same thing. Maybe when we finish the tattoo next time we can swap loads.” “Thats a perfect way to celebrate.” Thad said as he raised the chair. “Two weeks, same time again?” Thad asked and Joe nodded. “See you soon” Joe said as he walked out the door. Steven heard his phone buzz Sunday afternoon with a new text message. It was Ryan. Ryan: “hi sexy. how u doin?” Steven: “gr8. studying” Ryan: “need company? jeff driving me nuts. he wants to know if u r coming over” Steven: “may have created monster, lol” Ryan: “horny one” Steven: “have idea. gimme 2 min” Steven got up and walked down the hall and looked into Joe and Kyle’s room. Joe was texting and Kyle was surfing. Steven tapped on the door and the other two looked up at him. “What’s up?” Joe asked. “Hey, I told you guys about the waiter I met, right?” “mmmhmm” Kyle said with a grin. “Well, we uh did it the other day and got kinda verbal.” Steven told them and Joe and Kyle snickered. “Uh, his roommate walked in and watched some of it and begged me to breed him, and I did.” “He know you’re poz?” asked Joe. “He thought we were role playing a pozzing scene. But I really did breed him. And then told him at the end that it wasn’t role play, it was real” Steven explained. “Anyway, he got into it and Dennis and I bred him yesterday too.” “Damn bro, you’re trying to knock up everyone even before you know how toxic you are” Kyle said. Steven laughed “I guess it does sound like that. So, I just got a message from Ryan and his roommate wants more. You guys want to tag his roommate today? I thought I could invite them over and you could do Jeff while I do Ryan.” Joe looked at Kyle and grinned. “Sure” said Joe “But I have to be a little careful with the tat.” “Yeah, it sounds like he’s a greedy little fucker. It could be fun.” added Kyle. “He’s only been fucked a couple times, so almost everything is new to him. You should see just how kinky he can get.” Steven said with a evil grin and pulled his phone out. “Are they coming over now?” asked Kyle. Steven replied “I think so, let me check.” Steven typed out a message to Ryan as he walked back into the living room. Steven: “come over w/Jeff. my roommates will do him, I get u” Ryan: “now?” Steven: “yes”. Ryan: “leave in 5” Joe and Kyle chatted back and forth about what they wanted to try with the newbie and heard Steven yell out “They’re should be here in 20.” Joe took the gauze wrap off his arm, chest and waist, putting just some moisturizer on the new ink. Kyle and Steven rinsed off quickly and they waited only a few minutes before there was a knock at the door. Steven opened the door and there was Ryan and Jeff. Ryan looked like he had been babysitting a hyper toddler and Jeff looked excited. Both of them walked in the living room and Steven turned to Jeff. “Clothes off, boy. You will do whatever Joe and Kyle want, no questions asked. You only speak when talked to. Understand?” Steven had watched a lot of D/s porn but always figured that if he could could ever do it in real life he would be a sub due to his size and normally polite behavior, but found he liked being a Dom to this inexperienced boy. “OK” Jeff responded. Steven slapped his face. “It’s ‘yes, SIR’, boy.” Jeff looked shocked, but immediately replied as he was told “Yes, SIR” and stripped his clothes off, folded them neatly and put them next to the door. Ryan gave Steven a grin and started to take his clothes off as well. Steven put his hand on Jeff’s back and pushed him toward the hallway and the playroom. Jeff gasped as he walked into the darkened room with only a few dim lights turned on and Joe and Kyle standing there naked except for their leather harnesses and boots. Joe was holding a riding crop and Kyle a leather paddle. Steven slapped his ass and said “Have fun, boy” and walked back to the living room to find Ryan standing there stroking his hard cock. “On your knees, boy, and hands behind your back” Joe barked as he walked closer. Jeff was staring at the fresh tattoo above Joe’s cock. It looked menacing, but he didn’t understand what it inferred. Joe put his hand under Jeff’s chin and pulled it up so that he was looking down at him. There was no stubble, it was just peach fuzz under his chin. “How old are you, boy?” Joe asked sternly. “Eighteen, sir” Jeff said meekly. “You better not be lying to me, boy, or there will be hell to pay” Joe said as he pushed Jeff’s head down towards his pierced cock. He heard Jeff gasp again and he said “You like my piercing, boy? It was a gift from my boyfriend here to match his. It’s going to feel real good inside you as it wrecks that pretty little hole of yours.” Jeff whimpered. Joe smiled and told him “Steven told us that you have only taken poz cock since he took your virginity. Don’t worry, we will keep that streak going and make sure your days as a neg boy are soon behind you.” “Thank you, sir” “Good, boy. Now, this should be the position you take whenever you are in the presence of any superior. Do you understand?” Joe said. “Yes, sir” “Hold out your hands, boy” Joe commanded as he picked up the cuffs from the sling. Jeff held out his hands which were shaking. Joe laughed to himself and put the cuffs around his wrists. “Are you nervous, boy?” he asked. “Yes I am, sir” Jeff said. “You need to trust your masters. By giving your body to them, they will reward you. If you disobey, they will punish you. You exist to serve other other men. Your pleasure comes from making them happy” Joe told Jeff as he ran his riding crop up and down the center of Jeff’s back and then cradling it between his ass cheeks. “Stand up, boy” Joe said and he put the ankle cuffs on. Each cuff had a small padlock securing it and preventing Jeff from taking them off. Kyle walked up to Jeff and produced a small cage from behind his back. He knelt down and put the cage around Jeff’s semi-hard cock and locked it with another padlock. Jeff had fear in his eyes yet he knew he should not say anything. He tried to stay quiet, but he couldn’t and cried out “Please don’t hurt me!” A loud “whack” filled the room as Joe slapped the paddle across Jeff’s ass. There was a large red spot on the skin where the paddle hit. “What did Steven tell you? You only respond when you are talked to, boy” Joe told him. “Yes, sir. But I am scared…” Jeff started to say as a loud “WHACK” was heard through the apartment. “I’m sorry, sir” Jeff said as tears ran down his face and he stayed silent. “That’s better” Joe said while Kyle led him over to the cross and raised one arm and connected his cuff to the eyelet. He then raised the other hand and connected it to the opposite side. He heard Jeff lightly sobbing as he finished by locking his ankles on to the cross. Joe turned on the camera and positioned it so that you could see Jeff’s body below the head from the side. “What did you come over here for today, boy?” Kyle asked. “To get fucked full of poz cum, sir” Jeff replied with a few short sobs in the middle. “Are you still neg, boy?” Joe asked. “I think so, sir” Jeff answered as he tugged on his restraints. Kyle asked “When did you take your first poz load?” “Thursday, sir” Jeff replied. “And you want more?” Joe asked. “Yes, sir. Until I am poz too” Jeff answered. There was a firm slap on Jeff’s butt from Joe’s hand, but nothing like the earlier ones from the paddle. “Just answer the question, boy.” Jeff felt a few fingers move between his ass cheeks and then two hands spread them apart. “Damn Kyle, look at that hole. It still looks like he’s a virgin” Joe said as he massaged some lube into the boy’s tight hole. “Relax, boy” Joe said and he felt his finger slide inside. He knew that Jeff would need a good amount of lube to take Joe and Kyle’s cocks and forced more lube inside and covered both his and Kyles cocks with it. Kyle stood up and pushed his cock up to Jeff’s hole, the ring resting on the pucker. “You want my poz cock, boy?” Kyle asked and Jeff replied with an enthusiastic “Yes, sir.” Kyle pushed and Jeff relaxed and the cock pushed through the boy’s still tight ring. Jeff let out a gasp as his hole got stretched open. He knew this pain but also knew it would go away if he didn’t try to stop it. Kyle let Jeff get used to his cock inside him and felt some precum begin to drip inside. He started rolling his hips and Jeff felt the pain fade away. He was getting fucked again and was amazed at how good it made him feel. Kyle started giving Jeff longer strokes of his cock and then rammed his cock in and bounced off of Jeff’s ass. Jeff began to moan and then felt his cock get harder until it filled the cage and and couldn’t get any longer. The pain from his cock was getting worse and he couldn’t move his hands to try and relieve the pressure. His cock started dripping precum on to the floor and he writhed a bit trying anything to relieve the pressure on his cock. Kyle was taking advantage of Jeff’s movements to jab his cock in different places inside his chute. He felt the PA dig in as he fucked inward, and scrape as he withdrew. He was pounding Jeff’s hole hard and you could hear the bodies slam into each other and then into the cross. Kyle couldn’t prevent his orgasm any longer and thrust in deep and unloaded his cum into Jeff’s hungry cunt. “Take that poz load you stupid bug chasing fuck. I’m gonna knock you up good!” he said as volleys of his infected cum shot into Jeff’s tender hole. After the last shot pumped in, Kyle pulled his cock out and saw patches of red mixed with cum and looked at Joe and smiled. Joe pushed Kyle out of the way and rammed his throbbing cock into Jeff’s hole. Jeff cried out in pain but Joe ignored it. It was his turn to defile the boy. He jackhammered Jeff’s hole and heard Jeff grunt with each inward thrust. Slowly, Jeff started to understand. With his hands unable to move and stroke his cock, he was concentrating more on his hole and the cock that was fucking it. He began using his ass muscles to milk Joe’s cock and was soon rewarded with a large load of cum deep in his cunt. Kyle unlocked Jeff from the cross and had him sit in his sub pose and Joe and Kyle took turns letting him clean their cocks of cum. Once Kyle had recovered, he led Jeff over to the sling. Kyle positioned his ass on the edge of the leather and helped Jeff get into position. Once again, he had his hands secured above his head and his feet were put into stirrups. He was vulnerable, but excited. He knew that in this position his ass was available for anyone to use. He had no say and was just a hole to be fucked. Joe repositioned the camera and put in a new memory card before turning it on. Just as he got comfortable, Jeff heard a new voice say “Oh, hello. What do we have here?” Luis came around the corner and smiled. He stripped down quickly and his cock was already half hard as his jeans dropped. Jeff stared as Luis walked up between his legs. Jeff looked at Luis who looked angelic but also had an evil grin on his face. He noticed a large biohazard tattoo on the left side of Luis's torso and his thick uncut cock. Luis plunged his cock into Jeff’s cummy hole and Jeff started to swing away, pulling off of Luis’s cock. He felt empty just as fast as he felt full of cock. Luis tugged the chains and Jeff’s hole was impaled on cock once more. This was yet another new experience for Jeff and a very different fuck than the others he had. Luis let the sling do most of the work and enjoyed the young, tight hole around his cock. Occasionally he would thrust hard into Jeff and Jeff would grunt as it nudged his second ring. His caged cock just kept dripping precum and as much as Jeff wanted to stroke his cock, he couldn't. Luis grabbed Jeffs legs and started to pound his hole harder and harder. Jeff was moaning until Luis would poke him deep and he’d let out a yelp. Joe and Kyle looked on stroking their cocks and waiting their turn again. Luis felt his body ready its first launch of cum into the boy’s swollen hole. He pulled Jeff tight and began flooding his hole deep. “I’m charging you up good, boy” he growled as his last shots of cum pumped into Jeff. Joe and Kyle took their turns on Jeff’s hole adding two more loads of toxic seed to his hole. Kyle pushed a buttplug into Jeff’s dripping cunt, sealing in the seed to work its magic. Steven and Ryan had been flipping back and forth, hearing Jeff getting his ass pounded. Steven was in heaven as Ryan slid his cock into his ass the first time. His long, thin, uncut cock easily penetrated him and pushed deep inside. It started out slow and romantic and progressed to ass pounding animal sex. Steven had dumped two loads into Ryan who had done the same, albeit with neg loads, into Steven. Joe unlocked Jeff from the sling and brought him out to the living room and told him to sit properly and he did, kneeling with his hands held behind his back. Joe, Kyle, Luis, Steven and Ryan sat down in the chairs and couch all naked. Kyle loaded a pipe and passed it around, skipping Jeff. Jeff was learning his place in life and knew not to ask for anything and accept what was given to him.

Weekend with the Boss and his Friends I had been working hard at the office lately, lots of long nights of overtime. That, no doubt, gave my boy plenty of evenings alone, all FILLED with fun, I'm sure. I would get home around midnight, and he's be in bed. I'd nuzzle up behind him, the room full of the scent of man-cum, getting me instantly hard. I would sandwich my cock in his slippery crack, already wet with someone else's jizz. Some nights he'd let me add to the loads simmering inside, some night's he'd roll over and go back to sleep, leaving me hard and horny. One of those nights, I logged online on my phone and chatted dirty with some POZ daddy friends, jerking myself off with my slutty boy asleep beside me. At the end of a particularly busy Thursday, after a few weeks of this, my boss knocked on my office door. He's a stud, but I'd never done anything with him except for a few flirty comments and a crotch grope at last year's drunken Christmas party. Jack is a solid 6'-0” of muscle, broad shoulders, wide chest, and slim waist, buzzed sandy brown hair flecked with a hint of silver. He sometimes leaves the office at lunch to work out, changing in his corner office into his sweats and coming back the same way. I can get hard just smelling him walk back in afterwards, slightly sweaty and glistening, before he showering in his personal bathroom and changing back into his custom suits. So fucking sexy. Jack told me his wife was out of town for the weekend, and he wanted to know if I wanted to join him for a long weekend at his beach house. He was going to be inviting some friends over and thought my boy and I would make the perfect addition to the party. He told me his frat buddies from back in his college days would be joining. We would drive out there together after lunch on Friday. He raised his eyebrows, which led me to think they had gotten up to some fun times and this weekend might be a repeat of that. He describe Chet and Sam to me and I could swear I saw a swelling bulge in his trousers. He was me looking, winked and smiled, saying, “Showing you and your... friend... will be the highlight of the weekend. Promise.” I realized that I hadn't introduced my boss, Jack, to my boy and wondered how he might know what kind of highlights my boy could offer... I accepted and called my boy to tell him about our new weekend plans. After a few rings, he breathlessly picked up the phone. “Did you run to get the phone,” I asked. “Umm... (pant pant pant) something like that.” “Are you entertaining right now?” “Uggggg....” I told him to have a good time not to make plans for the weekend. “Uh huh... YES. YES. YES,” was all I heard in response and he hung up. I knew he'd be full of cum by the time I got home. I finished up my work, and without calling my boy, headed home. As I neared my house, I saw a beat-up truck pulling out of the driveway, driven by a sexy blond hunk. As our cars passed, he signaled to roll down my window. “That slut is taking all loads. He's all slicked up. I left two HOT loads in his hole for the next guy to work in deeper. Enjoy yourself.” The hunk smiled and drove off. I parked the car on the street, and quietly let myself in the house. All of the lights were off except for the hall to the bedroom. And there, found my boy on all fours, ass up, fingering his loosened hole. “Party's over, or it's just beginning” I whispered as I stripped out of my suit and tie and climbed on the bed behind him. “Now, I've got one more dude planning on seeding my hole. Do you mind?” “Not at all.” I heard a car motor shutting off as I teased his slack pussy with my cock, covering my glans with globs of cum and heard the front door open. I backed off and stood in a dark corner of the bedroom. To my surprise, Jack walked into my bedroom, in his sweats, fresh from the gym, sporting a huge hard on, poking out his pants. “You ready for my load, boy?” “Yeah, Jack. Fill me up.” So these two had met before.... Jack pulled his t-shirt over his head revealing his wide furry chest and pulled his sweats down. My nose was met with the sexy smell of his sweat as he lurched forward and slammed his bare cock all the way in my boy's sloppy hole. I rock hard, oozing precum, and worked the gobs of the hunk's cum all over my dick. I worked my cock as I watched my hunky boss push a stranger's HOT cum deeper in my boy's willing hole. “You sloppy cumpig,” Jack growled as he pumped away. “Your ass is so wet. How many loads you got up there?” “Enough,” my boy whimpered as his face was pushed into our bed. “You're gonna get one more!” I watched as Jack's ass hammered away, his big hairy balls slapping my boys thighs. “Take it! Take it all!!!!” He pumped forward a few more times, his low-hangers dancing, as he bred my boy. I was about to cum, and had to hold my cock tight to keep from blasting off. Jack wiped his sweaty brow with his beefy hairy arm and pulled out of my boy's ass with a wet plop. He pulled up his sweats, saying, “You boys are going to be the life of my little party this weekend. If you haven't caught the bug yet, you'll be sure to get something from my old buddies, Chet and Sam. They're bigger whores that you could ever hope to be.” My boy rolled over, working three fingers into his hole with one hand and furiously fisting his rod with the other. He looked up at Jack smiling, “I can't wait.” Jack leaned over and roughly forced his tongue into my boy's mouth. My boy came instantly, shooting his wad all over Jack's heaving chest. Jack worked the load into his chest hair, kissing my boy fiercely, and then pulled on his shirt and left without a word. As soon as I heard the front door close, I pounced on my boy, shoving my slimy cock into his slack loose hole. He was so used I could barely feel anything, just sloshing my dick around in a sea of cum. He helped out my pulling his hole wide and shoving two fingers from each hand inside himself. The new tightness, mixed with the thought of the hunk's HOT loads mixing with my boss's brought be off in seconds and I added my spooge to the mix. “Wanna pack now or in the morning,” I asked as I caught my breath. “Pack what. With this kind of party we won't need much.” “An overnight bag? Maybe a swimsuit.” “If that,” he yawned. “I know for sure what we won't be needing.” “What's that?” “Condoms.” With that, I lay down beside him. We drifted off to sleep in a puddle of cum and ass juice. My cock stayed hard all night, looking forward what was sure to be an eventful weekend. To be continued...

As soon we tell Larry that Tommy and I both want to become POZ he is very happy and says it will be done one at a time , Tommy will be first and I’m to assist thous who will be infecting Tommy and his after care when he turns POZ and once he does it will be my turn to join the brother hood. The day before Tommy is going to be bread POZ he is given some meds like you are going for a colonoscopy so his hole will be clean and nothing to interfere with the toxic loads that will be deposited in Tommy pristine clean hole.They are going to do a gang bang on Tommy and its 6 who are all off meds with a high VL over 600,000 who will be breading and paying a nice big fee to knock Tommy up. The next day I take Tommy to the room that will change his life for ever , so when we get there the 6 are waiting for Tommy. They all are giving Tommy the once over grabbing his ass and taking Tommy over to the bed to inspect his body and 2 of them say at the same time very fresh meat , another one ask Tommy does he knows what is about to happen to him , Tommy says the 6 of you are here to give me your toxic loads and to help join the POZ Brotherhood. I’m there is just a small briefs and my dick bulging out as I’m so turned on. They ask me to keep Tommy happy by me giving Tommy his first slam as they all took turns working the tooth brush in his hole. Once Tommy hole is nice and raw and I see some blood they start 3 of them have P.A. on their dicks with a spike ball on the P.A. I gave his a heavy slam and hope it would make it easier for Tommy but it’s not as they are being very ruff with him calling him a negative faggot and his cries were being drowned out with a dick in his mouth , the bloody cum is running out of his hole and they have their pink cum cleaned by Tommy mouth . About 20 loads we put into Tommy hole as they left I installed a large plug in his wreck hole then put a strap around him so the plug would stay in. When they leave is in bad shape as I lay there with him , we are there for the rest of the night and Tommy is walking blow legged as it helps with the pain , as the nurse walks in he wants to inspect Tommy and see how much damage to him once he pulls the plug out . No cum is leaking out and that is a very good sign as Tommy body has absorbed the toxic cum into his body. My time will come once Tommy body has converted over to the POZ Brotherhood.

I can’t fuck a hole if I don’t rim it first. I have always loved eating ass—even when I didn’t end up fucking it. I came to felching much later. Once I took the condoms off in 2008 I got into felching very fast. My first time, I was at a bathhouse in Toronto. I had been fucking quite a bit—in the sling, in a room, in the sauna. I took a break and was sucking dick on the slurp ramp. The guy who’s dick was in my mouth asked if rimmed. Without waiting for an answer he turned around and pressed his ass to the sizable hole in the wall. I ate his wet hole with abandon. He said “Can you taste the loads I took?” Before I could answer, or figure out it was jizz I’d been tasting, he pushed an amazing amount of cum into my mouth. I swallowed and shot a huge load as I did so. I was hooked. I instantly began hunting for guys who would let me fuck them after another trick. I threw gangbangs so I could felch and drive all those loads deeper (the best was 18 loads from 15 guys). I also cultivated a f-bud who loved to go around a bathhouse and take loads. He would then meet me after four or five guys—and sit on my face. I would felch and fuck the remains deeper into his gut before sending him out for more…(It's his ass pictured.) And my screen name says it all...

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

Got four loads tonight from guys on Grindr. College bois are studying for finals and needing some stress release, so offered my ass to any takers. Ended up fucking the last guy as well.

I initiated sex with my step dad when I was 7. We fucked for 37 years. Got other boys involved too. It was never forced. I / we wanted it. Best, & hottest sex I've ever had. Back in the 70's it wasn't uncommon for kids to be fucking. I started picking up older men in bathrooms, & let 'em fuck me, then go tell my step dad about it so he'd get horny, & want to fuck me some more. My experience was hot! I loved every warped, & corrupt bit of it.

1. As I left my apartment building to get some coffee, he was standing at the entrance. He was listening to the phone ringing, but there was seemingly no answer. The only reason I noticed him was to admire the thick arm muscles and the subtle tattoos against his rich black skin. His tight t-shirt showed off his pecs and hard nipples, but it seemed thin in the brisk morning air. He had a small duffel bag sitting on the ground. I didn't bother shutting the gate as I walked away. I noticed he made no attempt to sneak in behind me. Fifteen minutes later I came back with with my coffee. He was gone, and I almost forgot about him. I climbed the steps up to my apartment, depressed by the grey, foggy morning. I doubted there would be any sun today. As I turned into my hallway, I noticed that there was a person hanging out, leaning against the railing. It was the same black man I had seen earlier at the front gate. He was hanging out near my apartment. Getting closer, I saw he had dropped his bag right by my door. "Can I help you?" I asked him. "Does Javier still live here?" he asked me, pointing to my apartment. "No. I live here," I said. "Fuck. I had been looking for Javi. How long you been here?" "About 4 months," I said. I had moved in recently, and still wasn't entirely unpacked. "You know where Javi moved to?" "No idea, sorry." "Damn. Spent all night on the bus getting here. Fucking need a hot shower bro," he said. I looked him over more carefully. He was about six six tall, and pretty much all muscle. Although it was hard to see between in the grey lighting of morning and his black skin, tattoos ran up and down both of his arms. There was a bit of stubble on his face, and his hair was cropped closely. Standing up over me, he was a little menacing. At only five eight, I knew there would be no contest between the two of us. "Well, I suppose you could come in and take a shower. Wish I could help you with with where your friend Javier moved to," I said. "Thanks, bro," he said. He grabbed his duffel bag as I unlocked the door. I let him go in first. "I'm Matt," I said, as he walked in. "Where did you come in from?" "I'm Eli, man. I came from the west side of the state," he said. He was being a bit evasive about where he had come from. I realized he was probably coming from the state penitentiary. He dropped his duffel bag by the door, and looked around the small apartment. "Done it up nice, bro. Much nicer than when Javi was here." I shut the door behind us. I should have been scared, alone with a big black thug, but my cock was twitching more than I cared to admit. "Thanks," I said. I grabbed a towel out of the closet. He had obviously been here before, because he headed straight to the bathroom. Even before he got to the bathroom he had already pulled off his shirt. His chest was impressively muscled, and there were more tattoos, across his chest, and over his washboard abs. I had tried not to stare, but I noticed that around his navel, there was a red biohazard symbol. He tossed the shirt into a corner, grabbed the towel from me, and walked into the bathroom. He was still wearing his grey sweat pants and an old pair of sneakers. He closed the door and a few moments later, I heard the shower start running. I picked up the shirt from the ground; even just holding it in my hands, I could smell the sweat and grime on it. From the size of the duffel bag and the condition of the t-shirt, I guessed he didn't have much in the way of clothing. It was clear that anything I might have wouldn't fit him. I put the shirt on a chair in the living room, and started to sip my coffee while Eli showered. He didn't take long in shower. I had barely started on my coffee when the water was turned off. Eli shuffled around a bit in the bathroom, I guessed he was drying himself off. Soon, he opened the door, and walked out into the living room. He had slung the towel over his shoulder, and was otherwise totally naked. I didn't bother trying to hide my staring at him. His legs were just as well-defined as his chest and arms, and handing between them was a fat yet still limp cock and two huge, low-hanging balls. I tried to focus on his face, but I found myself constantly glancing back at his cock and thick bush. He at least pretended not to notice me staring. "Thanks bro. I needed that. Not had that hot of a shower in a long, long time." "So, what were your plans for the day?" I asked. He had turned around, looking for his duffel bag. His ass was two perfectly balanced black globes, just as hard and perfect as the rest of his body. I wanted to kneel down, spread his muscular cheeks and worship his hole. "Fuck bro, I don't know. Was hoping I could crash with Javi for a bit. And try to have some fun today. It's been too long since I've had the chance." He found where he had left the duffel, and knelt down. As he rummaged through it, his low-hanging balls were swinging heavily between his legs. I guessed they were full of accumulated jizz. I wanted nothing more than to be the one to drain them for him. "What kind of fun are you up for?" I asked. "I don't care bro. Just kick back, have a good time. Javi was always good for a wild party." He found what he had been looking for, and he turned around. He had a threadbare pair of underwear and a small book. "Damn, I wish I knew where he went. Hope his cell is still the same." "Like what you see, bro?" he asked, not yet putting on the underwear. "Yeah," I said, a little embarrassed that he had noticed. "That's cool bro. Maybe we can have our own party," he said. His hand dropped down to his groin, and he started to rub his cock a bit. "I can borrow your phone? Wanna see if I can get a hold of Javi." I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. "Here you go." He took it from me, and started to page through his address book. He let the underwear drop to the ground. "Yo, bro. Gotta be honest. You got any party favors?" he asked me, as he stopped searching through his book. He dialed the phone. "What do you like?" I asked. "I've got some pot and other things." Eli's face brightened up when I mentioned "other things." "Bro, I'd love to smoke some meth, if you've got it." He was slouched back on one of the chairs facing me, his legs spread wide. It was still difficult for me not to stare at his cock. Even half-hard it was massive; a good seven inches long and nearly beer-can thick. I had no idea if I was going to be able to do anything with it, or even if I was going to get to play with our partying. "Yeah, I do," I said. I hadn't even used up my last baggie and had just bought two more grams the previous day. "Well, damn, bro. Share your wealth, and I'll share mine," he said. He shook his cock at me, indicating exactly the wealth he had to share. He held the phone up to his ear and I thought I could hear the sound of ringing. "Right on, man," I said. The ringing had stopped and I heard a muffled answer. "Yo, Javi, my man. This is Eli," he said into the phone. He clicked the volume down a bit, and I couldn't hear the other man any longer. A pause, then "Yeah. I got out yesterday. Got here this morning." I went into the bedroom, and found my pipe, torch, and the full bag of favors. In the living room, Eli was still talking. "Hanging out in your old apartment, actually. Cool guy here now." I rummaged through my bed stand, and found a few tablets of Viagra. "Yeah, totally. We're just getting the party started. You should come over." Supplies in hand, I came back to the living room. Eli had moved to the couch, where I had been sitting. I put the supplies down on the coffee table. "Awesome bro. See you in thirty then," he said, putting the phone down. He looked towards me. I tied to meet his eyes, but was still distracted by the massive tool between his legs. "Javi is coming over in a bit bro. We'll have fun today." He grabbed his cock, playing with it a bit. "Not as big as me. But he's not bad at all and definitely knows how to use it." I wasn't sure about having two strangers in my place, much less two strangers high on crystal meth, but my cock was starting to think for me. "Found a Viagra, if you want that as well?" I said. "You think you can handle me fucking you on V?" he asked, laughing. I stared at his cock. I knew this was going to be a day like I had dreamed of, and I didn't want anything to mess up the party. "I know I can." I said. "Well, get me something to drink. You got any beer bro?" I went into the kitchen, and brought him a cold can of beer. He took the viagra and washed it down. "Just a sec," I said, and went back into the bedroom. I found some poppers and lube, and brought those out. "Right on, bro. This is just what I needed," he said. "The pipe loaded?" he asked. I shook my head no. I sat down on the couch next to him and got a big chunk of crystal out of the baggie. I put it in the pipe. The bowl still looked a little empty to me, so I added two smaller shards. I took the torch and lit it. I melted the shards in the bowl. As I prepared the pipe, Eli watched. He grabbed the lube off the table and poured a little on his cock. When the first thin wisp of smoke curled out of the pipe, I handed it to him, to let him have the pleasure of the first hit. He took the pipe, one hand holding it as his other hand continued to slowly stroke his cock. He held the pipe in his mouth as I held the torch under it. The crystals crackled and smoked in the intense heat of the torch. He emptied the bowl several times, pulling a strong hit. After the fourth or fifth pull, he indicated he was good. I let the torch go out, and he pulled the pipe out of his mouth. He held it for a few seconds. Then, he blew out a thick white cloud right into my face. "Your turn," he said, as the smoke slowly dissipated in the room. I took the pipe and started to heat it up. As I let it melt and smoke, he took another swig of the beer. "You got any porn?" he asked. "Helps me get in the mood." I just nodded, as I took my first drag from the pipe. I felt the drug fill my lungs, my heart pounding in anticipation of the incipient high. I did a proper hit, and held it long, then blew out a thick cloud. I handed the pipe and torch to Eli for him to go again. "What kind of porn are you into?" I asked, right before he took another hit from the glass pipe. "Anything, bro. Gay. Straight. Black. White. I don't care. The freakier, the better." I got up and pulled out something I had downloaded a few months ago. It was a bunch of short gay flicks, mostly hung black guys fucking white guys. It was also bareback, which gave me a moment's pause. I worried it might set the mood for the rest of the day. I didn't know how to bring up condoms for Eli, if one would even fit him. As I put it on, Eli took another hit from the pipe. I came back to the couch just as he was exhaling the hit. He handed the pipe back to me. I put it in my mouth as he lit the torch under it. "Big hit this time, Matt. Gotta get you in the zone, bro." I sucked on the pipe, getting nice thick hits of the meth. Even when I motioned that I had had enough, he kept the torch under the pipe. "Just a bit more, bro," he said. "You're gonna need it for what I have planned for you." I tried to keep on inhaling the smoke as best I could, even as my lungs felt like they were bursting. Finally, he pulled the torch away, grabbing the pipe from my mouth. "Hold it, Matt, until I say so" he said. He stuck the pipe in his mouth and started to do his own hit. I was about to exhale, but he indicated for me to hold it a bit longer. It wasn't until he had taken all of his hit that he motioned me to breath out. Just as I was finished emptying my lungs, he leaned in towards me, making it clear I was going to get his hit. We started to kiss, and he shot-gunned his hit to me. It was far bigger than the one I just did, and he made sure our lips were locked long enough for it to get absorbed. Finally, he broke off the kiss, and let me breath the hit out. I was a little surprised a macho thug type like him would kiss, but I didn't protest the unexpected intimacy. I could feel my body tingle, as the tina started to take effect. I was definitely getting horny and wanting to do more than just kiss and share hits of the meth. I turned my attention to the TV. On screen, a white guy was on his knees, trying to swallow a huge black cock. I looked at Eli's cock, and realized that his shaft was even bigger than the one in the video. "You like it, bro?" he asked; I couldn't tell if he meant his dark cock, or the white guy struggling to swallow the black cock on screen. "Yeah, I do," answering for both. "Why don't you get more comfortable. You gotta get naked like me, man," he said. I did as I was told, throwing my shirt into a corner, then stepping out of my jeans and underwear. My cock was only semi-hard and seemed tiny in comparison to his. "Nice bod, bro," Eli said, running his free hand over my hairy chest and taut stomach. "Not sure how my cock's gonna fit in you. But don't worry, we'll make sure it does." "Hot movie," Eli continued. "Why don't you get down on your knees, and show my cock some love, just like that white boy." I pushed the coffee table back a bit, and knelt down in front of him. Up close his manhood seemed even bigger than I first realized. I had no idea how I was going to take it in my mouth, much less in my ass. "Just relax, and work slowly. I know you'll be able to take it," he said, almost reading my mind. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit. As they took effect, his cock no longer seemed like an insurmountable obstacle. I knew I could take it, and further, I knew he would love every second of it. I took his warm cockhead into my mouth, savoring the small drop of pre-cum at its tip. I started to work my way down his shaft, slowly taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. It wasn't an easy or fast process, but it more than satisfied my sudden need for dick. Eli was enjoying it as well. He spread his legs wide, giving me better access to his cock and balls. He leaned back, not caring about anything but the pleasure of the blowjob. After a few minutes of effort, I had barely gotten more than a third of his cock into my mouth. But, it didn't seem to bother him. He was moaning in pleasure, letting me know how good it felt for him. He grabbed the pipe, and lit the torch. I glanced up at him just in time to see him slowly melting the drug in the glass bowl. Right before the smoke began to leak out the top, he looked down at me and said, "Don't stop sucking, bro. It feels fucking great." He put the pipe to his lips and did another long hit. I was glad I had loaded up the bowl, since it he was enjoying big hits. I was feeling like I was almost in the zone, and needed only one more hit before I was completely at his mercy, ready to be used like the cocksucker I was. He pushed out his hit, covering the two of us in a thick white fog. Eli was getting too much pleasure from my oral service, so I knew he wasn't going to offer me a hit off the pipe. Instead, I settled for another hit from the poppers, and did my best to swallow another agonizing inch of his cock. His cockhead started to hit the back of my throat, and I did my best to suppress my gag. But, with my mouth already stretched as wide as possible and his fat cock pressed against my throat, it was hard to do. Even with the poppers, I had to pull off and catch my breath. "Damn bro. Most guys can barely take my head. That was fucking amazing," he said, clearly impressed. "Take a breather," he said, "Catch your breath." grabbing my arms and pulling me up on to the couch. I relaxed for a moment. My hand dropped down to my crotch, seeking out my dick. My cock was still half-hard. The crystal hadn't yet reached it and left it limp and lifeless. It was leaking precum. Eli reached across, and grabbed my cock. "Not bad, man," he said, impressed by its current size. He stroked my cock a few times, but then worked his hand down, grabbing my balls and starting to finger and explore my hole. "You're a tight ass, bro. Literally. Gonna have fun fucking you." He pulled his fingers out long enough to put a drop or two of lube on them. He pushed back into me, getting a little deeper. Even his fingers were big, and I acutely felt the intrusion into my hole. "You ok, man?" he asked. "Or do you need another hit?" He left it ambiguous enough that I didn't know if he meant poppers or crystal. "Yeah. Just a lot bigger than I'm used to," I said. I tried to shift my weight around, giving him easier access to my butt and also trying to relax as much as possible. He didn't stop, but pushed into me further; I could feel his second knuckle slide into my hole. He wiggled his finger inside of me. It sent a shock of pleasure running through my body and I moaned involuntarily. But then, suddenly, he pulled out. I felt empty, like something important had slid out from my body. "Pick out a nice big shard from your stash, man," he said. "You're not in the zone yet." I got off the sofa and down on my knees again. I looked through what was left in in the bag. There was one decent-sized piece of meth left. The rest of it was all small bits or dust. I fished the big one out of the bag, and put it on the coffee table. I grabbed the pipe, but he stopped me. He leaned over and took a look at it was I wondered what he had planned. "Nice, bro. Now, just bend over the table and relax." He paused for a second. "You may want these," he said, handing me the poppers. I took them, and did a huff from the bottle. He carefully picked up the shard of meth. With his free hand, he spread apart my ass cheeks, exposing my hole. I realized he was going to stick the crystal up my ass, not bothering with the ritual of a booty bump. I had heard this was almost as intense as slamming. Terrified of what I'd do flying high, nevertheless, I did another huff of poppers, forcing myself to relax. His finger pushed into my hole, guiding the sharp rock into me. I could feel it scraping up against my tight moist hole, slowly starting to dissolve and enter my bloodstream. He pushed his finger in all the way, first one knuckle, then a second knuckle, and finally the base of his finger. "There, Matt," he said. "Just relax, and let it melt, bro." I took another huff from the poppers as he slid his finger out of my hole. I could feel the shard of tina that he had left behind. I knew it had already started to dissolve, the drug going straight to my brain. I wondered what I would let him do over the next few hours. As his fingertip slipped out of my hole, he gently massaged it, making it close up. "That bump should last you for a good while," he said.

I know this first part is long. I want it to set up the rest of the story as it goes along. Part 1 Steve was an entrepreneur in the small college town. He was 30, and had a great body that he knew how to keep in shape. He stood just at over 6' (6'2") and came in at just over 200 pounds. He identified himself a primarily gay he knew when to play it straight (to get corrupt a nice co-ed or straight boy) or gay . Although the town was considered to be small it was home to a large university, large enough that when classes were in session the town's size grew by 5 times its population. Steve new how to conduct his business from this is base of operations. Steve and a monopoly on the town when it came to drugs. He sold everything from weed to ecstasy/molly to Tina along with dick (Viagra & Cialis) pills to get his clientele hard when they partied. He sold best dope in town, and had an assortment of gay boys to pimp out and pussy for the straight crowd. Steve was always looking for new talent and used his converted home to help find those that would eventually end up working for him. The old home he divided into 4 apartments. He kept the largest section for himself to include 3 bedrooms on the second floor, 2 full bathrooms, kitchen, office, living room and the basement (which was his dungeon). There was a two bedroom apartment that occupied part of the second floor and was occupied by 2 co-eds who helped him bring the straight boys in for him to corrupt. The only space left he divided into a one bedroom and a studio to rent to unsuspecting men who would eventually fall under the spell of sex and drugs. He also had a nice, private back yard with a pool and hot tub that allowed for total privacy. He had a young jock wrestler who came by to look at the one bedroom. Ateve imeediately recognized him from an on line hook up site. Although the profile picture hid his face the body and tatoo (that was barely visible) allowed Steve to know more about his prospective tenate then he would have liked. His name was Matt. He was a 20 year old junior who stood 6' with a slim waist and defined muscles weighing in at (what the profile said) 180 pounds. Matt was tired of hanging around the rest of the team (nearly) 24/7 and wanted his own private space to get away. Steve knew the kid was looking for a place to bring guys. The thing Steve really remembered about the kids profile was that he was bi. He looked the kid over as he showed him both the studio and one bedroom. Both of which had recently become vacant when the previous tenants suddenly dropped out of school (actually they were seduced, pozzed and black mailed into going to work for Steve). Steve thought that this kid was too good to put to work as a chem whore. His current 'Alpha Male' (AM) who handled the boys was looking to retire and as much as Steve respected his current AM, no one can retire from his business until Steve decided they retire. Which typically involved selling them on the dark web or drugging them up and leaving them on the other side of the country with a warrrent for their arrest by the authorities inwhich ever town they were dumped in a with enough Meth, Molly and weed to get them arrested and thrown in jail. Steve wasn't sure how he'd deal with the (soon to be)former AM, but Matt was going to be his new AM or end up as a chem whore. Steve mad sure to price the one bedroom so that Matt could not pass it up especially when he saw the pool area and the only other tenants laying out topless by the pool sunning themselves. Steve told Matt that the girls have been his tenants for several years and he was always able to 'tap' one of them on any night but that it was tough since they didn't want to leave the other one out and if he moved in maybe he could be his wing man and they could each have some pussy. Steve went on about the girls finally telling Matt "By the way, did I mentiomn that they are bisecual. Matt was staring intently at the 2 half naked girls thinking about the possibilities of his own place to have the occasional 'hook-up' with some gay boy while having live in pussy to also fuck when he said "I'll take it". Right after Matt was all moved in Steve made sure the girls paid enough attention to him to peak his interest. It didn't take long until one night the 4 of them were by the pool when the girls stripped naked and jumped in for a swim. Steve quickly stripped down to jon the girls in the water and (with little persuation) urged Matt to join them. After they had started to get a little playful the girls hopped out of the water and grabbed a pipe that was well packed with Tina. They began to smoke and Steve quickly joined them in blowing clouds. Steve did he share of weed and molly in his time but was a little apprehensive in front of his new land lord and neighbors. He hoped to just watch and attempted to make a move on one of the girls. She responded by urging him to smoke with them if he was hoping to fuck later. Steve pulled Matt a side to educate him on Tina and how horny it made the girls. He grabbed his shorts and pulled out some Viagra for them both to take as he told Matt that Tina increases horniness and the pleasure felt during sex. Steve added that his orgasms were 100 times stronger and he was able to go longer and multiple times. Matt had little trouble going more then once but needed a little time to get hard again. Steve said to his new tenant, "That's nothing. When I smoke this stuff I can typiacally cum and my cock stays hard allowing me to continue to fuck until I cum a second time. Sometimes the second orgasm is within a minute of the first, sometimes it's a few minutes later, but I am always good for multiple loads." Matt had to ask Steve, "How many load?" Steve held up one hand indicating 5 as he let Matt know that he had once shot 5 loads inside one of the girls before his cock left her twat. Matt was visibly getting aroused at the two spoke as evident by his growing cock. Steve was impressed at not only the length, but the girth. Matt had one hell of an ass splitter. The two guys were brought back to the reality around them as they noticed that the girls weren't going to wait for them as they had begun to make out with each other. Steve reminded Matt that he was going to be his wing man as they rejoined the girls and Matt took his first hit of Tina. Steve played that night straight for Matt. He had a plan and didn't want to scare Matt off. The rest of the night they blew clouds and Matt had his first exposure to straight chem sex as he fucked both coeds.

I012-06-02 I had just finished shaving my whole body smooth and hairless, head to toe. That way all my custom fitted leathers and gear would fit ever so snug and tight to every mucle on my body. In addition, I had found most MASTERS perfer hairless slaves, as so not one thing gets in way of their use and abuse. I slid-on my cock and ball rings and stretchers, then pulled on my super tight unlined black leather jeans over my legs and over my ass cheeks, with a thick belt closing it all in, but all so buldging out. Harness boots, a chest harness and bar vest open to the chest was my look. I tied my full leather slave hood and locking bondage collar with metal chain lead to my side belt, just in case I met a MASTER who wanted to hood 'n' collar me in public. I had only three fresh rigs left and no product to fill them. I like to slam and with the real good stuff pure crystal shards that have an extra kick or chemical bite to them and a good overwhelming sexperv rush once slammed hard into my veins. I need to call my dealer and see if I can pick it up on my way out to the bars tonight. Brent was my meth and other substance dealer. If you needed it, he could get it and it was always good shit. Brent had been in prison for a few years for dealing and was proud of the fact. He was not black, but acted like a black bro with his speech, body language and his hair was done in tight cornrows. Most of his buds were black guys who also were dealers, hustlers and your basic street thugs. They were always around Brent and I even had to pass through them at his front door. Once buzzed in they would follow me down to his basement office where many of his deals were made. I showed up in full leathers with the black guys looking at me. "That's cool man, you lookin' like Shaft." "White boy want to be black?" "Boy wanna have black man in it?" We were already in Brent's office as two of the big black thugs were man-handling me like a side of beef. I was getting a bit horny as the two of them had very large cocks trying to get out of their pants. One black dude liked my leather clad body and said "I wanna fuck your ass, boy. You a tweaker-boy? I know you are 'cause you're here to buy shit." By this time I had forced back down and onto a couch with one of the black dudes pressing his whole body down on mine and holding back my wrists. "I wanna slam you full of meth boy, and then have a black man's way with a white boy. You're gonna like it cause I'm gonna give it to ya nice and strong, and then your gonna be begging for it, greedy fuckchempig, so ass horny for our long and thick black dicks." I could hear Brent's voice from across the room "Got some real strong stuff from Mexico if you wanna try it out on this pig. He's one of my regular customers and I don't think you two will have any issues with him." Before I knew it I was up and bent over a table with my hands cuffed behind my back. The black guy hooded my head real tight and locked it all in with my collar. My jeans were pulled down to my boots, my ass exposed and a horny black man turned me about. I then felt a cold swab on my arm and a tie off. Then, without a word, I felt a sharp prick and heard someone ask of someone else "Are you filming this?" My whole body started to hot rush and flash as my dick driped and my ass caught fire. I began to go wild with chem injected mind and body sexual use and abuse. I heard them laugh out as I became a drooling, oversexed drugged fuckslamslut. Before I could start begging for cock, both my ass and mouth were filled with thick African man meat. I was theirs, and belonged to them as they controlled me, as admittedly I wanted to be controlled: a white slave for black tops. All night long I was slammed and fucked while being locked or cuffed down, helpless without any escape. My legs chained high over my head and arms spread out, I could see a black guy's reaction as he slid his dick into my hole and at same time slammed my arm vein. He smiled and grinned a wicked smirk as he pushed down the plunger, sending all the meth into my body. I remember feeling his cock swell, becoming even harder and fuller as if he felt could feel, through my ass wall tissue, the rush I was experiencing. "I like to drug and fuck white boys 'til they are raw, red, bloody, sore and loaded with black man's man juice."

Part I My parents had separated when I was young. My dad moved to Gainesville, Florida and took a job as a professor at the local university. I was left living with my mom, and my two younger brothers and two younger sisters. There was always commotion in the house and never a moment of privacy. When I got to my senior year of high school I received a scholarship for swimming to the university my dad worked at. When I told my dad he was extremely happy for me and told me if I didn’t want to live in the dorms I could live with him. I jumped at the chance to live with him and reconnect. I would also have much more privacy. I moved in with my dad that summer and found I was loving my freedom. Dad let me come and go as I please without having to answer to him. School started and I fell into a regular routine of classes, swim practice and swim meets. I knew from a young age that I was attracted to guys but had never acted on it. I loved seeing my teammates in their speedos and in the shower. I would fantasize at night about them and jack off to them. At my first swim meet I came in fourth in the butterfly stroke. I was not pleased with this and decided I needed to practice more. So on Sunday evening I went to the pool to practice more. The pool was open to all. Part of the pool had designated swimming lanes and the rest was for swimming as you pleased. There were several families there with their kids. The swimming lanes were empty. I swam a few laps and was feeling warmed up and ready to practice hard. As I swam to the end of my lane and began to execute my turn, I kid jumped into the pool and landed on my back. My back began to instantly hurt me. The kid apologized and the mother ran over to make sure I was ok. I told her I would be fine. I got out and headed to the hot tub to soak my aching back. When I got home I rubbed down with muscle relaxer and took some pain pills. The next morning my back was still killing me. I went to the coach and explained what had happened. The coach immediately sent me to one of the universities sports doctors. I arrived at the doctor’s office and they took me back to the examination room immediately. Dr. Kirst walked in and introduced himself with a firm handshake. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was young for a doctor I thought. I stood about six feet tall and looked about 180 or so. He had light brown hair neatly parted at the side and deep green eyes. He told me to disrobe and put on the gown. He left the room for a few minutes and returned. He told me to lay on my stomach so he could look at my back. He began to pressing on different areas and I yelled out in pain when he touched my lower back just about my ass crack. He then asked me to stand up and drop the robe. He began to feel my balls and asked me to cough. I tried not to get hard but my cock began to stiffen at his touch. He asked me to sit back down on the table. He explained that I just had a serious muscle pull in my back and needed to take some pain medication and begin physical therapy. He said I should be back to swimming in two weeks. He handed me the prescription for the pain medication and said he had one other medication that was experimental and wanted to try out. I said that was fine that I just wanted to heal as fast as possible. He reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a syringe with a clear liquid in it. He explained that it would be injected into a vein in my arm. He placed a tourniquet around my arm and found a vein. He inserted the needle and pulled back the plunger and blood appeared. He told me I would feel a warm sensation and that I would need to cough. With that, he pushed to liquid into my vein and took the tourniquet off. I began to cough very hard and felt very warm. I felt another sensation as well….I was very horny. The doctor excused himself a minute. When he left I couldn’t help but begin to touch my cock and rub my hands all over my body. I wanted sex and I wanted it now. I slid my finger in my ass and closed my eyes and began to moan quietly “Dr. Kirst please fuck me.” I was so into the sensation that I did not know that Dr. Kirst had reentered the room. Suddenly I heard a voice in my ear that said “I will gladly fuck you Adam.” I was startled at first. The doctor grabbed me and told me this was a normal reaction after taking the experimental drug. He began running his hands over my body and leaned in and kissed me. I had never been with a guy I confessed to him. He said he would teach me all about man on man sex. He told me he did not have much time now since he had other patients to see but he would give me and introductory lesson on man on man sex. He bent my over the table and began playing with my ass. I was extremely turned and began wiggling my ass and moaning softly. He undid his pants and dropped them to the ground. I looked and saw his erect penis. It was a monster. It had to be nine inches and thick. He rubbed it against my ass and said “This is want you want isn’t it Adam?” I mumbled “Yes but it is so big I don’t think I can take it.” Dr. Kirst replied, “Trust me Adam, you can. After all I am the doctor.” With that he reached over to the counter and took a tube of KY and spread it on my ass and on his huge throbbing cock. He slid a finger in and I moaned in ecstasy. He removed his finger and placed the tip of his cock on my warm hole. He leaned over and placed his hand on my mouth and said “here comes my cock stud.” He slid in with all his might. I screamed with pain and pleasure into his hand. “Relax you will love it.” He began sliding in and out of me with greater force and I actually relaxed and got into him fucking me. “Fuck doc, fuck me.” He picked up the pace and whispered in my ear “ready for my hot cum?” “Yes please give it to me!” With that had straighten up and began trusting harder and he pushed in as far as he could. I felt a warm sensation flood my ass and felt his cock pulsating as he shot load after load into my ass. The doctor pulled his pants up and took out his note pad and wrote something on it and handed it to me. He told me that this session was not over and that he still need to explain more about the experimental drug. He told me to get dressed. After I dressed he walked me out and told me to make sure I got my prescriptions filled. Once outside and opened the note. It simple read “8:00 pm 1212 Oakton street”. I was confused but intrigued and still horn as fuck. As I walked home I couldn’t help but get turned on by every hot guy I saw. I wanted them to fuck me too. What was going on?

I hire one particular escort almost every week when he's in town. He's a poz hung muscle daddy with a 00 gauge PA. I love this stud, he fucks to hurt and leaves me bleeding n dripping poz seed. We have an agreement that if he ever wakes up with an STD, I want it, like I want everything else which comes out of his 9 incher. The morning after he returned from a xmas fuck tour of Southern California he awoke with a PA hole full of green puss and his cock stuck to his crusty jock. Hands free I spewed my seed just hearing what he would be giving me later that morning. I hit the shower and worked my showershot so roughly in my cunt that I was bleeding even before I left my house. Although I spend a couple of afternoons a week being a cumdump and average a couple of STD's yearly - but I've never knowingly sucked a pus-dripping cock or begged for a stud to knock me up with gonorrhea and syphilis. He answered the door in a jock strap with a wet mark from his dripping cock. At my request, He had re-inserted his PA which was oozing green puss. I got on my knees and licked the puss off his oozing cock, My cunt twitched when he smeared some puss on his thumb and jammed it in my hungry slit. This cumdump fuckin' wanted his toxic cock more than any cock I ever wanted. He took me from behind while I stood on his staircase. I spewed into my jock the second his cock pushed past my sphincter. We fucked like dogs in heat, I was fuckin' myself on his cock as hard as he was fucking his cock into my ass. Later he told me the load burned as it was deposited deep in my snatch. It was the hottest fuck of my life, and worth the penicillin shot in my ass the next day. Several of my piggier buds got off knowing they'd be fuckin' a gono hole, so I spent my afternoon passing the gift along. I hear they had no problem finding pigs who begged for gono cock. Every time, I think I'm a super twisted fuck, I find out i'm just like a thousand other cumdumps in SF, begging for anything my top will give me.

-Spread your legs, bitch! A poppers bottle to my nose and some really deep hits made me comply. Or the meph I'd snorted just before entering the Sauna. I had some ready to be used in my little cubicle, too... stashed away. The anonymous cock buried itself inside me. In one stroke he was balls deep. A bit of a strain, but not too much - I am a good little whore when I'm high. My ass opens up wide, for even bigger cocks to slide right in. They feel the soft nice man's ass, and they pound me real hard.... just the way I want it. So I comply and spread my legs. And he fucks me mercilessly for a good 5 minutes before emptying his hot load inside me. He pulls out and I turn around to clean his cock. Without a word he leaves.... but I know I am going to get more of it real soon. The word will spread... Locking the door I dive down in my stasch. I make a couple of fat lines of meph - and snort them up. Leaving some residue on my nose... I then walk out of my cubicle and lock it. Anyone can see I've taken something, if they look. I walk with my towel over my shoulder to show off my ass real good, over to the darkroom. When I get there, I've got a couple of younger studs in tow. They follow me inside the darkroom and corner me. Their towels drop immediately and they press me down on their cocks. Ahhhh good hard young cocks, ready to fuck ... I suck them both... in turn, and then together.... while they obviously kiss ... I let my hands slip between their legs and squeeze some ass cheeks which seems to make them hornier.... I'm yanked up by one of them and he whispers "You high, man?" and I nod quietly. "Fuck, that's so hot. Turn around".... And around I go. First cock slams into me. Not the biggest one, but hard as a rock. I really love it.... taking some young stud's cock in a darkroom... it makes me feel so good. Grabbing my hips he pounds into me like young guys do. Only lasting one minute or so, he cums... and cums... and cums.... groaning real high, he pulls out quickly to let the last of the boy juices squirt over my ass hole which is wide open. And then his mate comes along. Equally hard, but bigger dick. Same thing. Pounds away for a couple of minutes and fills me with a hot load. All the while moaning real loud and telling me what a good ass I have. A bit dizzy I now stand up. I return slowly to my cubicle, my ass cummy inside and out showing off again. Back in my cubicle I ready my last two lines of meph, nice fat ones... Man, I need this... My ass needs it... I play with my index in the powder and put a good amount on it on my ass hole, mixing it a bit with the still runny cum there... and some lube, just for the sake of it. I crack the door just a little bit... anyone that is interested can now peer in, I turn around and I drag the lines into my nose as a good meph whore. Adding to the buzz... oh man. My ass just twiches for cock. I need cock ... hard cock...no, cocks! Many cocks! Now! Opening up, the guy that comes in is ... I mean... drop dead gorgeous. A short and stocky latino with a nice sized cock... He comes up to me and touches my ass hole... oohhh and pushing some of the meph inside - making it burn a little and me to moan just so. My nose is a bit white still from the powder that didn't go into it... and he leans up to my face and licks my nose off!!! Shit man, I am so fucking horny.... but I can't speak, nothing will be coherent. I'm just thinking.... fuck my brains out! He presses me backwards on the bed, making me go down on my back and spread my feet wide in the air. His face moves to my ass hole and he starts rimming it.... cum/lube/meph in all. I can feel him getting high, his breathing changes and he gets really much more intense. I twitch my hole for him. That does it. He stands up and plunges his cock in me.... pressing the rest of the concoction into me ... oh fuck it burns sooooo goood... I want his cum. I want his cock. Fuck me man... His fucking is furious. Then he slows down and takes his cock out again. My swollen ass hole needs more rimming. I'm in heaven. He rims me for a long time, then resumes fucking me hard and long strokes. Finally I get my reward, a fat load first on my hole and then inside me. After a little cuddling he gets up and leaves, only to be followed by the next guy, an asian dude that has an extremely good body, and contrary to the myth, a nice big cock. He doesn't waste time rimming. He just wants one thing - to put his dick in my hole and fill it with hot liquids. Dirty talker too - keeps telling me what a whore I am, his white bitch... how I'm taking all his dna inside me ... oh, man.... he's sooo hot. He takes his time and then does the unthinkable - he pulls out and cums over my limp meph-cock instead. Oh well... several hours and men later, my high is coming down just so much so that I can get hard again. My cummy body and cock is now ready to pound some nice ass too. I get outside the cubicle and walk to the dark room again. In front of me I see this "twink" - at least he's got a twink body. He notices me looking at him and stops very briefly just to spread his cheeks to show a perfect, hairless hole. Mine. I want that. Into the darkroom he goes, and when I enter I feel him dragging me to him... I smell his breath that reeks of the same thing as me, chems. he's obviously been smoking Tina. His dick is limp, as should be, because I'm just interested in his hole. We kiss for a while, my dick gets really hard from that. He drops to the dirty, cummy floor and starts sucking me real good. Man, I do love a hot twink's mouth in the morning.... Now I want his other end. I pull him up, and turn him around, he leans on the wall of the darkroom. My dick's built in radar goes to work, and I enter him, just like the other men entered me. Oh fuck he's good... man, soft, nice hole.... tina soft ... oooh... I soo want to fill him up now, so I grab his neck, and hold him firmly while I plant my cock deep in him, and keep pounding him hard. He yelps, he moans.... even sometimes screams a little ... (not that I'm so big... he's just high and horny) Finally, my release.... my cum.... my load after so many hours high on meph and poppers.... it feels almost like I'm pissing cum into him. Satistfied - I don't even clean up, I just put my clothes on and walk home.

I'm 99.99% top....but I think it would be hot to go to a bathhouse and have a big load shot inside me...then I go around and fuck bottoms as my hole leaks, cum dripping down my balls and shaft, helping to lube my dick for the fucking. Also to have other guys cum on my dick and I use it as lube to fuck the cumdump holes there

If he won't take your load, then he doesn't deserve your cock.

I think I first learned of this trick from watching The Joan Rivers Show after school.

Quick stop at ABS on way home from work. Slim pickins, but I was horny so went to the back. A tall lean suited older guy, maybe 60, with gray hair and stache was just standing watching porn on the big screen. I sat down beside him and stared at his crotch til he finally turned towards me. I could see the outline of his hard cock thru his pants. I gently rubbed it and looked up at him, but he kept his eyes on the screen. I kept rubbing and finally he pulled out a half hard uncut cock. I began sucking him but noticed he was hell-bent on not taking his eyes off the screen. I figure what the fuck, and proceed to suck him harder until his foreskin slips back off the head of his cock, and he's at a full 8". I'm doing my best deep throat on him, and after four minutes he holds my head in place, and he spurts about five jets onto the back of my throat, pulls out and leaves, never having looked down. I can dig it. I then found a nice mouth to nut in, and called it a night.

Indeed!

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.”

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!!

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

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.

Although, since you're going to be in chastity, you might want to show off the chastity cage and a leather jock might not do, so how about a short harness or maybe just a good leather collar, something to give the cuffs balance along your midline? I made my own leather service gear, and wore wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs and a collar with pointed studs every time I got naked. (My ankle cuffs are actually visible in my avatar!) Those cuffs saw me through soooo many loads and soooo many orgasms... The last time I went to camp I went by the tree where they have some bondage chains tethered and I found a young sub with a sweet ass there with his hands sort of twisted in the bondage chains pretending to be hooked up, waiting to be used. I took my wrist cuffs off right there and put them on him and hooked them into the chain, and whispered in his ear, "These are for you. These cuffs have done good service." I kissed him on the lips, felt up his ass, and left him there. I couldn't have retired them better.

Part 22 - On the prowl Steven had been quiet for a few days. Joe and Kyle kept asking him if he was ok and he just lied and said everything was good. He remembered that Joe had said he could stay a few weeks and he knew his time was up. But he was running out of money and knew he wasn’t welcome to work at his parent’s restaurant any more. He had been out hitting other places looking for a part time job that would work around his school schedule and finally found one at Antonio's, one of the nicer restaurants in town. It was the type of place professors took their spouses or mistresses to or for business meetings wooing people to donate to the university. The manager liked his clean-cut looks and polite conversation. “Too many of these students come in here looking for a job with tattoos, piercings and long hair. I need staff that don’t look like they’re homeless” he told Steven. It helped that he had experience being a waiter, bus boy and kitchen helper. His first night he had to fill in for a waiter that didn’t show up and the manager watched him like a hawk. He hustled and did as best he could, learning the menu during any spare time he had. At the end of the evening, the manager came up and thanked him for doing a great job without any training. Steven counted up his tips at the end of his shift and was really happy. The customers here tipped a lot better than his parent’s restaurant. He looked around as he sat at a table with his new coworkers, finally getting to meet them. His gaydar was getting better and he thought that all but one of the waiters was gay. The bus boys all seemed to be straight and he thought only one of the kitchen staff was gay. He felt pretty comfortable and was surprised at how helpful everyone had been. As he went to leave one of the waiters came up to him and gave him a slip of paper and whispered “Call me if you need any help figuring this place out or want to meet.” It was Ryan, a tall dark haired guy with crystal blue eyes that was about his age. His skin was smooth and he had lips Steven would like to kiss for hours. He noticed that he had a circular barbell earring in his ear that he didn’t remember seeing earlier. Steven went back to the apartment and sat on the couch with his laptop and went through the 'Roommate wanted' ads seeing what was available. He didn’t want to leave, but didn’t want to overstay his welcome either. Joe walked in and sat next to him and turned on the TV. Looking over at the laptop screen, Joe asked “Whatcha doing?” Steven’s eyes began to tear and said “Well, you said I could stay here for a few weeks after my Dad threw me out and it’s been that long. Now that I have a job, I’m looking for a place to live.” Joe turned his head and looked at Steven. “That was then. I really didn’t know you and didn’t want to give you the impression that you could stay here forever. Now that I do know you and we’ve bonded like brothers, I want you to stay as long as you want. If you want to help with the rent, that's great. If you can’t we’ll figure something out.” Steven closed the laptop and hugged Joe, crying. Joe, Kyle and Dennis had become his family and he didn’t want to do anything to lose them. “Now, we should do something about getting you a bed instead of the couch,” Joe said as he stood up and went to the playroom. “Let’s take out the inflatable bed and the floor tray, put the sling back in its bag and get some boxes for the toys. It’s up to you to figure out what you want to sleep on and we can find a dresser at a garage sale. Does that work?” “Oh god yeah. I’ll sleep on the couch until I get my paycheck and get something then. Thanks!” Steven said. Steven went to work the second day and found himself bussing tables the whole night and kept glancing at Ryan when he could. At the end of the night he walked outside and waited for him to leave and the two walked around talking and finally ended up at an all night diner and got some coffee. Their conversation had avoided anything to do about their sexuality or relationships. “I’ve seen you around campus but never had the nerve to talk to you,” Ryan said. “Oh? I didn’t know I was intimidating” replied Steven. Ryan chuckled and said “No, its just that I’ve never been good at picking up guys. I don’t know what to say and I’m afraid they’ll be straight and beat me up.” Steven looked at Ryan and said “So, you figure I can’t beat you up?” Ryan’s face turned pale and said “Oh, shit. You’re straight. Fuck! I’m sorry,” and he started to slide out of the booth. Steven grabbed his hand. “No I’m not. Stay. I was trying to be funny.” Ryan moved back into the booth and sighed with relief. They started talking about all the things they avoided earlier in the night and found they were similar in many ways, but Steven was avoiding the topic about him being poz. Ryan looked at his phone and saw it was almost midnight. “I don’t want to, but I’m going to have to go. I have an 8:00 AM class and my roommate hates it when I come home late and wake him up.” He put down money for the coffees and the tip. “Before you go and before we go any farther, I need to tell you something. I don’t want this to get too far before you know,” Steven said. Ryan looked at him concerned. “I hope you’ll keep this just between you and me, I don’t want anyone at the restaurant to know, at least not yet.” Ryan’s look got even more grim. “Are you a vampire?” he said with a nervous laugh. “Almost. I have HIV,” Steven said quietly. “Oh” Ryan replied, his face emotionless. “I understand if you don’t want to go out me. I hope we can still be friends,” Steven said. “I need to think,” was all that Ryan said as he got up and walked out of the diner. Steven cried most of the way back to the apartment and curled up on the couch and fell asleep. He went to classes the next day, but he was down. He showed up at the restaurant and looked for Ryan but he wasn’t there. When he asked, he was told it was his day off. He worked the rest of the night not talking to anyone - cleaning up tables, setting tables up, delivering food to the tables and sweeping floors - just doing his job. Exhausted he walked out of the restaurant at the end of night and made it to the end of the building when he heard a voice from behind him. “I’m sorry I left you like that last night,” Ryan said. Steven stopped and turned around. “I understand. Can we at least be friends?” he asked. “I hope more than that. The news just took me by surprise. I didn’t know what to do,” Ryan explained. Steven’s heart started to beat faster. He asked “You’re okay with it?” They started walking down the street “Yeah, I am. I’m actually surprised I’m not poz too, with some of the crazy things I’ve done. Sometimes I wish I was,” Ryan said. “Oh? You want to tell me what kinds of crazy things you’ve done?” Steven asked as he started to smile. Ryan took a deep breath and said “Uh, you’re not going to hate me if I tell you?” Steven replied “Of course not, I’ve done some wild things too.” Ryan said “I’ve done a few gangbangs as a bareback bottom and I have spent a lot of time at the glory hole at the adult book store sucking and getting fucked and bred and sometimes fucking. I’ve kind of done things like that to make up for not having a boyfriend.” They walked several blocks until Ryan had to turn to go towards his dorm and Steven had to go the other direction to the apartment. Ryan took Steven’s head in his hands and kissed him passionately. “Can we meet tomorrow afternoon?” Ryan asked. “Uh, sure. I have classes until 2:00. Where do you want to meet?” Steven asked. “How about my dorm room, or is that too bold?” Ryan replied. Steven chuckled “Uh, it doesn’t mean anything is going to happen.” Steven got Ryan’s phone number, dorm building and room number, and some directions. He kissed Ryan and headed toward the apartment, feeling much better than the night before. Steven got up earlier than normal and cleaned his ass out well and then showered and got dressed. He packed his backpack with the few things he would need for class and then added a baggie with a condom that he hoped was still good, lube and poppers. He got to campus early and found the building that Ryan lived in and then went to his first class. He was nervous and excited at the same time. He couldn’t concentrate in either of his classes and only ate a granola bar for lunch. When his second class finished up he sent a text message to Ryan telling him he was on his way. Steven’s stomach was in knots as he walked into the dorm building and walked into the elevator. Waiting for the elevator to get up to the fifth floor, he took the poppers, lube and condom and put them in the front pocket of his jeans. Getting off the elevator, no one was around, much to his relief. He wandered down the hall and finally found Ryan’s room. He took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened and there was Ryan, standing in front of him with a big grin, almost naked except for some jogging shorts. He looked up and down his body looking at every detail. Both of his nipples were pierced and he had two star tattoos poking above his shorts, one on either side of his cock. His stomach had a perfect six pack and there was light hair on his pecs and a trail leading to his cock. His legs were toned and also lightly furry. He could only imagine the cock that was hidden in the shorts. Steven walked in and set his bag down before pulling Ryan into a hug and kissing his soft lips. Typically for a dorm room, the only chairs were at the desks and the only other place to sit was on the beds. Ryan led Steven over to his bed and they sat down, one at each end. Steven said “I feel a little overdressed or you are underdressed.” “This is what I normally wear in my room. Its always too warm in here and I prefer to wear as few clothes as possible,” Ryan replied. Wondering how long they had alone, Steven asked “So, when does your roommate come back?” “Oh, he doesn’t get back until six in the evening on Thursdays,” Ryan replied. Steven wondered if they could talk for three hours or what Ryan had planned. Maybe talk for an hour and he would go home. While his mind went through all the possibilities he said “Oh, cool” out loud. “You can take your jacket off, unless you want to be ready to run away,” Ryan joked. Steven smiled and took his pullover off and tossed it over next to his backpack. He kicked off his shoes and sat back on the bed. They talked for a while and Ryan moved next to Steven and pulled his shirt up and off. His hands rubbed over Steven’s body and he leaned in and kissed Steven. Their kiss got more passionate and their tongues danced in Ryans mouth. Steven started to move his hands over Ryan’s chest, rubbing his pierced nipples. Ryan moaned as he played with his nipples and it was obvious that Ryan’s cock was also responding. Steven pushed Ryan onto his back and they continued to explore each others bodies. Ryan reached down and unbuttoned Steven’s jeans and unzipped them, pushing his hand inside Steven’s underwear. Steven’s cock was hard and got harder with Ryan’s grasp. Ryan let go and started to push his pants down and Steven moved back and took them off and stood there in front of Ryan, naked for the first time. “Fuck, you are so hot,” Ryan said as Steven reached over and pulled Ryan’s shorts down. He climbed back on the bed and pushed Ryan’s legs apart and laid down on top of Ryan, kissing him and grinding his body against Ryan’s. Their cocks were rubbing against each other as Steven started to hump Ryan. As the intensity increased, Ryan stopped and looked up at Steven and said “I need you to fuck me.” Steven panicked and wasn’t sure what to do. He got up and fished the condom and lube from his jeans and got back on the bed. His cock was rock hard and throbbing. He looked at Ryan and started to rip open the condom when Ryan said “No, I want it bare.” “But, I’m poz and not on drugs. I could give it to you,” Steven said, wanting desperately to fuck Ryan. “I know. I don’t care. I want you to fuck me and breed me. Please,” Ryan pleaded. Steven put down the condom and tore the lube packet open and slicked his cock up. He put more lube on Ryan’s hole and slid a finger in, pushing some lube in deep. As his finger came out, Steven started pushing his cock in. He felt Ryan’s hole relax and his cock slid in. He worked his cock in deeper and began to drive his cock in hard. Steven looked down at Ryan and saw his big smile and heard him beg for him to fuck him. “Oh god yeah, fuck me Steven. Fuck me with that poz cock. Give it to me,” Ryan said. Steven got turned on hearing him beg and he started to get verbal too. “You want that raw poz cock inside you? Coating your cunt with toxic precum? Yeah, you want me to knock you up, don’t you? Turn you into a poz pig? Is that what you want?” Steven slammed his cock in hard as he asked each question. They were both sweating and the bed was shaking. Ryan’s legs were laying on top of Steven’s shoulders and Steven’s body was bouncing off of Ryan’s firm ass. “Yeah, give me that dirty seed. Make me your poz bitch. Knock my ass up with your poz cum,” Ryan begged. Their eyes were locked together. Steven’s thrusts got more ragged as he felt his balls tighten up “Oh yeah, I’m gonna knock that neg ass of yours up. I’ll breed you good with my toxic seed,” Steven said as he pulled all the way out and drove back into Ryan’s hole. He did it a second and then a a third time. He pulled all the way out and asked “Ready to get pozzed, Ryan?” Ryan replied “Oh god YES!!!” Steven slammed in and felt his cum shoot. He had several days worth of cum built up and he pumped his charged up cum into Ryan’s hungry neg ass. Steven’s body shook with each spurt and Ryan’s hole milked every drop it could. Steven looked down at Ryan who had a big grin on his face. “Fuck that was so hot and dirty. I never heard anyone do poz role-play before. Did you really fuck him raw?” said a voice by the door. Both Ryan and Steven looked shocked. It was Ryan’s roommate Jeff and he walked up and looked at the two of them, Steven’s cock still inside Ryan. Steven pulled back and as his cock came out, so did a large blob of cum. “Oh my god, you really did breed him. Can you fuck me like that. Tell me that you’re pozzing me as your cumming inside me? I’ve always wanted to do it, but never had the guts,” Jeff said. “No, I don’t think so,” Steven said and looked at Ryan incredulously. He couldn’t believe someone would interrupt people having sex like that and assume something this dangerous was only role-play. Ryan shrugged his shoulders and Steven chuckled. “Oh come on. It was really hot. Please?” begged Jeff. “You really want it?” Steven asked. “Fuck yeah, my cock is rock hard from watching and hearing you guys,” said Jeff. “Then get your fucking clothes off and get on the bed. Suck Ryan’s cock and show me that neg hole” Steven barked. Steven was surprised at the words coming out of his mouth. Jeff got out of his clothes in an instant and got on his knees in front of Ryan, bending over and revealing a hairless pink hole. Steven took the packet of lube and fingered some into Jeff’s tight hole. “Damn, is he tight” thought Steven. Jeff started to suck Ryan’s cock, poorly from the sounds coming from Ryan. Ryan started to force Jeff’s head down on his cock, trying to ignore the teeth that were scraping his cock. Steven kept trying to open up Jeff’s hole and was finally able to get two fingers in. “Are you a fucking virgin” Steven asked. A muffled “mmhmm” came from Jeff. “You fucking stupid asshole. You want a toxic cock for your first fuck? There’s no going back. I’m toxic enough to probably poz you with one load. Is that what you want?” Steven demanded. Jeff pulled off Ryan’s cock briefly and said “Yes, SIR. Knock me up like you did my roommate. I want to be poz like him.” Steven didn’t know whether he was pissed that he and Ryan got interrupted or turned on with this stupid neg boy begging for his poz cum. It didn’t really matter, he was going to fuck him either way. “Hold his head down” Steven told Ryan. He forced a third finger into Jeff’s hole and twisted it, scraping his fingernails on the soft tissue inside. Jeff screamed with Ryan’s cock muffling most of the sound. He pulled his fingers out and watched the hole shrink closed and then pushed his cock in. Another muffled scream came from Jeff. He waited a bit and then started to slowly fuck his cock into the no longer virgin hole. Jeff squirmed. After a dozen or so strokes, Steven had worked his whole cock into Jeff’s hole. He grabbed Jeff’s hair and pulled his head back off of Ryan’s cock. “Do you like that poz cock deep inside your ass?” asked Steven. “Yes, SIR! But it hurts” Jeff replied. “Stop fighting it and it won’t hurt so much” said Steven as he pushed Jeff’s head back down on Ryan’s cock. Steven got a good rhythm going and felt Jeff’s hole relax a bit. The occasional screams stopped and he could hear Jeff start to moan around Ryan’s cock. He got up on his feet and started to pound harder. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold off cumming much longer. Steven thrust his cock inside Jeff’s sore hole and held it there while pulling Jeff’s head up by his hair. He whispered in his ear “Be careful of what you ask for. We weren’t roleplaying. I really am poz and I’m about to knock you up.” Steven pulled his cock back and rammed into Jeff’s battered hole a few times hard and let loose five spurts of his poisonous cum deep inside Jeff’s fertile hole as Jeff said “Www..wwwhat?” Once he had finished cumming and his breathing returned to normal, he pulled his cock out and slapped Jeff’s ass. “Welcome to the club” he told Jeff. Jeff was even more pale than normal and looked stunned. He got up and staggered back to his bed, feeling the cum drip out of his ass and down his leg. He saw that the cum was tinged with red streaks. Steven sat down at the end of Ryan’s bed staring at Jeff. “Were you really a virgin?” Steven asked Jeff, who just nodded yes. “Are you even gay?”was Steven’s next question. “I think so, I’ve never been with anyone. I haven’t even really kissed someone” Jeff said quietly. “Do you even watch porn?” Steven asked. “Yeah, I’ve been watching some bareback porn lately and it really turns me on” replied Jeff. “Why would you interrupt us when we’re having sex?” asked Ryan. “I don’t know. I just got so aroused and wanted someone to finally fuck me. I’m sorry,” Jeff said looking down at the floor. “You might very well be sorry and you might be infected right now, too,” commented Steven. “Oh my god,” muttered Jeff. Steven grabbed Jeff’s shirt off the floor and cleaned his cock off with it and put his clothes on. Saying “I’ll see you at work later,” to Ryan, he walked out the door.

My 9" buddy came over. I got to suck his cock for like 20 min then he told me to bend over. He was so gentle and once I got used to it OMG he fucked me in ways Ive never felt. Not just an up and down but wiggles and so forth. He fucked me for about 30 min and for the first time I came without touching my cock OMG I never imagined it would be that awesome. By and far he is the best top I have ever had. Right when I was cumming he shot this massive load deep into me. It felt like he shot 1/2 a gallon in me! Then he laid on top of me and just left it in me till he finally went limp. OMG I am on cloud 9 right now. He was a craigslist hook up and for the first time we exchanged numbers and emails. Plus is he is sexy as hell, taller than me and has a nice beard.

Always commando so I can just whip it out and fuck at a moment's notice.

A veritable BZ masterpiece two thumbs and my cock up!

Part 14 - Aaron’s freakout Sunday morning Mark was flipping through websites looking for another hookup so he could dump a load or two. Eric had been working late trying to catch up on the days he missed while he was sick and here it was Saturday and he was at work again. Mark’s regular phone rang. He picked it up and it was a number he didn’t recognize, but the area code was from where his brother Joe lived. He answered the phone and heard “Hello, is this Mark?” “Yes it is.” “Sir, this is Aaron from A1 Car Rental. Do you remember me?” the voice on the other end said. “Sure I do, Aaron. Is there a problem? I don’t think there was any damage to the car.” “No sir, this isn’t about your car rental. Do you have a few minutes to talk? There’s no one here I can talk to and…” Mark could hear sobbing on the other end. “Yeah, no problem Aaron. What’s up?” After a few moments Aaron said “Well, I hooked up with this guy a couple nights ago after work. We met at this adult book store and we ended up in a room.” Aaron continued after a few more sobs “The guy got really rough with me, which I kind of like.” “Yeah, I remember” Mark chuckled. “Well, he held me down and slammed his cock into me and came inside me. While he held me down, he told me I was a stupid fuck to let a poz guy breed him.” There were more sobs before he added “He told me that I would have AIDS soon just like him.” Mark was shocked. He wasn’t expecting to ever hear from Aaron again, much less having to calm him down from a another guy breeding him with poz seed. His mind was racing trying to figure out what to say when Aaron started talking again. “And last night I started feeling sick. I have a fever and my neck is swollen and my arms and legs ache. Did he really give me AIDS?” “Aaron, take a deep breath. Relax. No one just gives you AIDS. He may have infected you with HIV and maybe other STDs, but you have to leave it untreated for a long time for it to progress to AIDS. Maybe he was just telling you that to shock you. Some guys get off on that.” “Uh…. OK. But why am I sick?” Aaron asked. “It could be lots of things, you deal with travelers at work who may be sick and passed their flu on to you. How many guys have you hooked up with since I met you?” “seven or eight, I guess” was Aaron’s response. Mark smiled and thought “The kids becoming quite the slut”. “Well, one of them could have given you something. If you’re really feeling bad, you could go to a doctor and have him run some tests.” Mark told him. “I don’t want to go to my doctor and tell him that I had sex with a bunch of guys.” “Ah, that makes it a bit harder. Let me check something out” Mark said as he picked up his tablet and started searching for gay friendly clinics near Aaron. “I’m doing a few searches, just hang on ok?” but Mark only got a few more sobs as a reply. “Aaron, you still there?” Aaron replied with a sullen “Yeah.” “There’s not much near you. The only thing I can find is the Jones Health Clinic up by the university, about an hour north of you. It says they are gay friendly and have sexual health programs with free testing. Do you think you can make it up there?” “I don’t know. I feel horrible. If I was infected the other night, do I need to go right away?” Aaron asked. Mark wasn’t sure how he wanted to answer - the timing was about right for Mark’s loads to have infected him. A test now would point the finger at him. If Aaron waited, all the guys he had bareback sex with could be the one. “Well, if you don’t feel safe driving up there and can’t get anyone to take you there then I guess you should go as soon as you feel well enough. If it is the flu that you get when you’re infected with HIV, then its already too late to prevent it.” “Oh fuck. You think I have HIV?” Aaron said before sobbing again. “It’s possible. The symptoms you said you have sound like when the body seroconverts, but it could also just be the common flu.” “Fuck. ok.” “Aaron, be sure you treat the fever. It doesn’t matter what kind of flu it is. Drink fluids and eat what you can, like soup. If the fever gets too high, you need to see a doctor no matter what. Worry about what kind of flu it is after you recover and can see someone” Mark said before adding “Let me know what happens. You have my number.” Mark gave the address and phone number for the clinic to Aaron before hanging up. Mark replayed in his mind both of his fucks with Aaron and remembered he said that he had taken some raw cocks between those sessions, so that would be his way to cast doubt that it was him that infected Aaron. While at work Wednesday morning, Mark’s phone rang. It was Aaron. He answered and heard Aaron’s voice on the other end “Hello, sir. Can you talk?” “Yeah, just a moment, let me get to a place where I can be alone” said Mark as he walked down the hall to a small conference room. “What’s up Aaron? Are you feeling better?” “Yeah, a little better. The fever is down. I called the clinic and set up an appointment. I was kind of vague but told them that I had a fever and sweats and aches. I’m going up there now, but what do I tell them?” “Be honest with them. If their website is accurate, they are sex positive and won’t shame you for being gay or having sex. The reviews looked good too. Tell them that you had a few sexual encounters that you didn’t use condoms and then there was the meeting with the one guy from last week and you’re scared he may have given you something bad. I don’t want to scare you, but its probably better that you don’t identify anyone you had sex with to them. They might get really nosy. Just tell them you met them in public places and don’t remember their names and don’t have any phone numbers. They’re used to that with gay guys. OK?” “Yeah, I understand“ Aaron replied. “Call me back after you finish. They are probably going to do some blood tests so you won’t get an answer right away. Don’t worry, its normal” said Mark “Thank you sir, I will.” Mark laughed to himself before saying “Aaron, please stop calling me ‘sir’. Call me Mark. If you keep calling me sir, I’ll come back there and put a collar on you and drag you back here to my dungeon.” Mark paused a moment waiting to get a response from Aaron, but got nothing. “I’m just kidding, I don’t have a dungeon.”

THANK YOU for sharing this incredible experience. It has me going hard.

I went from glory hole fun in the beginning and took loads just as the GH fever started to wain. After everyone in SF was doing Prep, easy anon ass was all over the place. The glory holes dried up of tops and filled with trolls and the walking dead. I then started to post CL ads and invite guys to my place for ANON. Hit and miss there too but some really memorable ones. But I was hungry for more and started doing the Motel cumdump scene. Still hit and miss but got some pretty good dick. Almost made a science on time, place and when there was a convention in town. Cummnion was s hit and miss, no body wanted to cum and everyone was saving their load. The true love, I’m sure all will agree, is the cum in your hole. Having as much of it more than the actual fucking. I live in a condo now and it’s prerty much secured. No more real anon dick. Unless it’s the guy who lives in the same building as me. I missed my ground floor apartment which had easy access to parking and entrance. Location Location Location.

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.”

I tried not to check for wet, semen spots on my denim shorts as I made my walk of shame back to the car and ran my tongue around my mouth savoring the lingering tastes of dick and cum. The sun was just peeking up over the Nebraska cornfields. The voices of a couple arguing carried on the summer wind, and the only other life up at that hour were a few birds hopping around and foraging for what the folks had tossed on the ground the night before. The 2016 primary election campaigns had been a chance to get out and see the world. For some reason, being from the East Coast seemed to make we well qualified to be sent to the Midwest to do some grassroots organizing. I had spent the month of May driving from one end of Nebraska to the other, and finally had a weekend off. Memorial day weekend was the start of the summer, and nothing got the summer off right so folks told me, like going to the carnival. People traveled from far and wide to enjoy the rides, food, see old friends and make new ones. With a half-eaten hot dog in one hand and a dented soda can in the other, I had taken my time walking around the carnival, just enjoying this different part of life on the open plains. Near the back of the fair grounds I noticed an entire section of the carnival was almost totally dark, deserted, centered around the Fun House - at least that’s what the blacked out neon sign on the top of what looked like several shipping containers strung together said. As I got near the far end of the Fun House I could hear banging of metal on metal, along with the frustrated voice of a man who kept repeating, “Worthless piece of shit. Mother-fucking-shit. Worthless piece of shit….” I dropped the remains of my hot dog and drink into a trashcan that had a big white sign sticking out of it - CLOSED. I peeked around the end of the corner and in the dim light could see a man bent over, banging a generator with a silver, metal wrench. There was a can of beer along with a big flashlight perched on the edge of the generator housing and when he next gave the generator a good whack, the flashlight started a fast roll, the can toppled, beer splattered on his pants, and with an unfiltered cigarette still dangling in his mouth he began wiping at his pants and swearing, “Shit, fuck. Mother-fucking-shit.” I could only stare as in his efforts to wipe off the excess liquor he had turned to the side and given me a great view of the fat dick head poking out through the hole in his left pant leg. Something made him aware I was there. He paused, stood up, gave me the once over, took his cigarette out of his mouth with a pinch of his thumb and forefinger and asked, “Hey, what’s up? Can I help you?” I took my eyes off the hole in his pants where his man snake had retreated, shook my head no, “Sorry. I was just wandering around.” He squinted as he took a puff, exhaled the smoke, smiled and said, “Well, since you sorry and all, how about giving me a hand a minute? Grab the light for me will you and shine it in the middle there.” I walked behind him, bent down, fetched the flashlight from the tall grass, and shined the beam onto the broke down generator. With his cigarette back between his lips, the man focused once more on whacking it here and there with his wrench. I don’t know much about mechanical things, but to me, seemed like maybe that was not the best choice. But as he did, I took the chance to look at him closer. His camo baseball cap was frayed around the brim. Beyond the holes in his pants, the tank top he had on appeared to have more holes and stains than anything else. His arms were nice and muscular and his hair appeared to be short, but he had long sideburns that edged down his face and stopped a few inches shy of meeting up with the full, Fu Manchu mustache he wore. I let my eyes continue down, lingering on the beds of sweat on his upper chest, then looked further down to the hole where his dick head had appeared before. The man was down on his right knee, with his left leg up and out, giving me the perfect angle to try to see his dick again if I just moved the light slightly back….”Hey - HEY!” the man said. I looked back at his face, his eyes met mine, he motioned forward with the wrench, “The light - on there - you mind?” I apologized, repositioned the light once more and tried to keep my eyes focused as he worked. “Well fuck,” he said. The man stood up, patted me on the back, “Come on.” He slammed the generator housing cover closed, walked around to the side, I followed trying to shine the light on the ground so we both could see. He went up a couple metal steps at the back, opened a door to a mechanical room, with me close behind. He took the flashlight from my hand, set it on a shelf so it cast off enough light to see by, closed the door, then sat down on a metal folding chair. “Want a beer?” he asked. I nodded, he fished one out of a cooler in the corner, popped one open for himself and took a long swig. “Jesus that’s good. You smoke?” he asked. “No, I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I replied. “Fuck that,” he said, “I’m talking about weed. That generator is toast, so my night is done. Time to get buzzed and lit - you want to join me?” A few minutes later we were sharing a smoke, emptying a fresh can of beer, and swapping stories. “You from around here?” he asked. I told him I was from out of town and staying in a motel about 20 miles away and had just come for the carnival. His name was Zeke, he and his brother Isaiah were the equipment maintenance guys and had been with the carnival since they got out of high school. Then he added a twist that made my dick hard and my need to get fucked zoom right to the surface, “This job may not pay a whole lot, but we got a roof over our heads - such as it is - travel here and there, I can drink my beer and smoke my weed pretty much all damn day and there’s an endless supply of new ass. Trust me, that’s a mighty good thing since both Isaiah and I are constantly horny.” I was still trying to figure out if he meant ass in the broader “straight man talking about girl pussy” sense or if he meant ass ass - like man ass. That thought process was interrupted as he handed me the joint, stood up, unzipped his pants, pulled out a long, thick, uncut dick, fluffed his balls, and I about choked to death as I inhaled just a bit too quickly. Zeke stepped towards the back wall of the small room, leaned forward and steadied himself with his left hand on the wall in front of him, spread his legs apart and let a stream of hot piss hit the back and trickle down, creating a dark puddle that slowly seeped into the wood floor. I exhaled my latest hit of the joint as Zeke turned, ran his right hand around the dripping head of his dick, then lifted it to his mouth and licked the drops off. He smiled, stepped over to me and dropped his pants to the floor, his dick so close and said, “Want to taste it? I seen you staring at my dick.” I held up the blunt for him to take, leaned forward, set my hands on the sides of his hips and started slurping on that hot daddy dick like there was no tomorrow. “Suck that shit,” Zeke ordered, “Taste that good daddy dick. That’s some real man dick there. You trying to swallow my load or how about I feed it up your ass?” I moaned at that and shifted and Zeke laughed, “Oh yeah smoke that daddy dick, smoke it up. Good boy. Here - take this and smoke this weed a bit while I get a taste of that ass. I’m a supreme assologist.” I stood up, dropped my shorts, stepped out of them, took the weed, leaned forward and moaned as Zeke buried his face in my hole and started lapping, slurping, tonguing my ass. The deeper the smoke went into my lungs, the deeper Zeke’s tongue went up my ass and I started grinding my hips back as it felt so fucking good. Zeke paused, I was holding a hit, when I almost dropped it and cried out in pain. He had taken advantage of my distracted state to stand up, grab my hips, and push his raw dick into my hole. “JUST RELAX, HIT THAT WEED AGAIN,” ZEKE SAID. “NO, NO,” I HALF-HEARTEDLY REPLIED. “YOU WANT THIS DICK DON’T YOU?” ZEKE ASKED, “I KNOW IT’S BIG, BUT I ALSO KNOW IT FEELS GOOD IN THAT ASS - FOR YOU AND FOR ME BOTH. GO ON, TAKE A BIG HIT - THAT’S IT - JESUS THAT HOLE JUST TOTALLY RELAXED AND YOU GOT ME NOW BOY - YOU GOT DADDY ALL THE WAY IN THAT ASS. TIME TO POUND IT OUT A BIT BEFORE I CUM.” It took me a sec to catch that last part, “Wait - no - no - please don’t cum in me,” I begged, yet I continued to push my ass back, meeting his thrusts and moaning as Zeke fucked me good. “I’M GONNA CUM…” ZEKE WARNED. “Please pull out, please don’t shoot in….” Zeke interrupted my objection like I was not even speaking, “GETTING READY TO BLOW AIDS COTTON CANDY UP THAT ASS - FEEL MY STICK COATING YOU UP? TWIRLING MY AIDS CUM CANDY? GOOD BOY FOR DADDY - YOU A GOOD BOY - TAKE DADDY’S CANDY. FUCK YEAH FILLING THAT ASS!!!” Zeke continued pumping like he had not shot a load in days. His dick finally slid from home, he turned me around, looked into my eyes, smiled, then tilted his head as he leaned down and gave me a long, passionate kiss. “Thank you boy. I needed that.” Zeke whispered. I managed to ask, “Are you really? Did you...I’m NEG and…” Zeke sat down, his pants still around his ankles, his dick slick and shimmering in the flashlight’s glow, “Oh yeah, I coated that ass good with some AIDs nutt. Where’d that lighter go - ah! Nothing like a nice ass, good weed, hey pop me a beer. Let daddy fill this bladder back up, give you a good gut full of piss too.” The mechanical room was feeling awful stuffy and I was feeling a bit sick to my stomach realizing I had just taken a raw dick from someone I did not know, and he said he had AIDs to boot. Zeke patted his thigh, “Get over here. Get down there and suck on it a little. Taste that dirty nutt tang after a good fuck and fuck boy you was tight. Look at that - just thinking about giving you my candy is making my shit get hard again. Here - looks like you best take a few hits of this first. That’s it - some good weed makes it all better. Do what daddy says now, hit it - have another beer, then put this dick back in your mouth.” Zeke was right. The weed and beer helped and even though my mind - OK well a tiny, itsy, bitsy, spec of my mind screamed NO DON’T, I had to have that dick back in my mouth. I had been sucking him a few minutes when it seemed the taste changed. I leaned back, looked at the tip of his dick, and licked my lips at the amount of precum coming out. “Are you really POZ?” I asked. Zeke made a weird facial expression, “Don’t really matter now does it boy? But yes. I am. Toxic, POZ, AIDs bug, raw freak, dirty fucker now stand up and bend over so daddy can punish that ass some more for asking too damn many questions. You got to learn to lighten up, fucking live a little, and that sweet ass is too good to keep to yourself.” Another POZ load up my ass and I was following Zeke across to the far side of the fair grounds where the carnie workers had their trailers parked. I was pretty buzzed and really shouldn’t drive and Zeke offered to let me crash at his place - and said we could keep smoking and drinking. We wound our way through a few rows of RVs, hitch campers, and headed towards a medium sized tow camper hooked up to a beat up brown and white pickup that was parked off to the side from the rest, under a lone parking lot light. I could hear the muffled noise of a TV playing, saw the shifting light of the picture screen through the dingy curtains, and smelled the stench of weed emanating from the tin box. I smiled, yeah no wonder Zeke parked off to the side. Zeke opened the door, stepped in, and I followed, only to be hit by a wave of man funk and thick smoke. “Close the fucking door!” a voice bellowed. I snapped the door shut, Zeke shifted to the side and waved towards the middle of the camper, “This is Isaiah, my little brother.” The shock must have shown on my face as Isaiah looked nothing like Zeke. He was a lot taller, thicker, with long wild hair and a ZZ Top style beard. When he stood up from behind the small inset table, he took up half the fucking camper. My eyes followed his beard/chest hair trail down, across his heavy stomach and then rested on his horse dick, half hidden in a bushel of pubic hair. “Figured you’d be up and wouldn’t mind if I brought us home a little company,” Zeke said. Isaiah set the joint he was smoking down in a filled ashtray on the table, took a long swig from a bottle of beer, and just looked at me with a scowl. “Go on now,” Zeke pushed me a step forward, “He won’t bite - well he will, but not until he’s got that dick buried and you can’t run. He ain’t showered or nothing in about a week, so that dick cheese is ready to be harvested and he’s been saving it up for just such a special occasion.” Isaiah pulled his hair back away from his face with his left hand and looked down at me as I kneeled on the camper floor and reached out for his dick slowly like I was trying to slide a salmon away from a grizzly. I eased the long foreskin back and rolled it into a series of ridges behind his crusted, pale dick head. Zeke was right. There was enough cheese that you could have slathered up some bread and hit the griddle. A tap on my right shoulder, “Here, once you get it mostly clean huff on these. Fresh bottle of Jungle Juice poppers - will clean that palette, make your hole ease open, and turn you into a total pig boy for your daddies.” I gagged, choked, swallowed and when I tried to pull off his growing horse dick Zeke stepped close behind as Isaiah held my head so I had no place, and way to run. Their bodies pressed tighter and I heard them moan and other sounds. Were they kissing? Christ that gives whole new meaning to brotherly love. I’m a damn good dick sucker and love a challenge, so I kept pushing forward until my nose was buried in the top of his pubic hair and my throat was convulsing around his shaft. I couldn’t breath, but knew that was OK and started to count in my head, 1 sec, 2 sec, 3 sec,...I hit 27 before the brothers separated. I pulled back, gasping. Isaiah pulled me up, pushed me towards the back of the camper and as I lay on my back on the bed he tossed the bottle of poppers at me. I opened the cap, spilled some on my hand, sniffed them good and deep and pulled my legs back. I needed that big country dick up my ass - NOW! “POZ HIS HOLE MAN. I ALREADY DUMPED TWO LOADS OF MY AIDS COTTON CUM CANDY UP IN THERE AND HE WANTS IT - HE NEEDS IT - TOTAL NEG BUG CHASER!” Zeke said from behind his brother. Isaiah had my legs up so my ankles were hooked on his shoulders and he was slamming my ass as deep as he could go with no foreplay. The initial shock of his entry had quickly given way to a fucking fantasy fuck. Isaiah’s long hair fall down the sides of his face, framing his intense stare as he looked in my eyes with a serious, focused glare. I reached up and starting tugging at his nipples. His left upper lip curled, I twisted harder, and his lip now curled up enough to show teeth, as his breathing got louder. I had to have it all so I begged while I twisted his nipples as hard as I could, “FUCK ME. POZ ME, PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR AIDS, PLEASE POZ ME.” My ass had never been so totally owned as it was right then. Isaiah pulled me a bit closer to the front of the bed, bent me over even more so he could hook his hands up behind my shoulders. I had never knowingly taken a POZ dick before his brother. I sure as hell had never begged for it. But there was some primal drive, some awakening in my soul, a realization of some new need, desire, to be owned, marked, taken, filled, and bred by any dick I came across no matter the consequences. Isaiah leaned down and started kissing me; his beard scratching my lips and face and he grunted, growled, and tongue bathed me. He picked up his dick pace and I thought for sure he was going to cum, but then he eased off, started doing slower strokes, which just made me crazy. “DON’T STOP!” I gasped. He then slammed hard and fast once more, my moans lost in his open mouth as we melded our spit. Again he eased off, slowed his strokes, which was not right - I needed that dick! OVER AND OVER ISAIAH FILLED ME DEEP THEN EASED BACK TO TEASE MY HOLE. MY BODY WAS QUIVERING AND MY ASS WAS SPASMING AND BEFORE I KNEW WHAT WAS HAPPENING I ARCHED MY BACK, ISAIAH SENSED THE CHANGE IN MY BODY AND SLAMMED IT HARD AND DEEP AS HE COULD, AND I STARTED TO SHOOT TWIZZLER LIKE STRANDS OF HOT CUM BETWEEN OUR TORSOS WITHOUT EVER HAVING JACKED MY DICK. THE CLENCHING OF MY HOLE ON HIS RAW DICK WAS ALL ISAIAH NEEDED, AND HE TOO STARTED TO GRUNT AS SPUN OUT HIS AIDS COTTON CANDY DEEP IN MY ASS. Once the draining of his charged load was complete, Isaiah pulled himself out and off me, gently shoved me to the side, crawled up on the backside of the bed and promptly started snoring. I gave him a look of indignation as Zeke laughed, “Oh, don’t worry. He’s like that. Just needs a quick catnap is all. He’ll be back up in no time ready to go another round. In the meantime, come out here and smoke with me and while you hit this fresh roll let me stir his nutt around in your hole with my dick. That shit was hot as fuck!” That’s how the rest of the evening and night went - the two brothers taking turns sharing a joint, sharing a drink, sharing my ass and mouth. As I left their camper in the morning, Isaiah - who I learned was a man of few words but a whole lot of action - shoved a crumpled up piece of paper into my hands with a smile. Once I had made it to my car, I ironed the paper out on the car seat. It was a schedule for the summer of the dates and towns where the carnival was going to be along with a handwritten note at the bottom, “WE’LL BE HERE TWO MORE WEEKS AND YOU ARE WELCOME BACK ANY NIGHT. WE GOT ROOM ON THE ROAD FOR ONE MORE TOO - SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING THE REST OF THE SUMMER?” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Yes! I couldn’t agree more! Sling, piss and spit! I have a weakness for tops spitting on me or in my mouth!

Just go for it!

Part 10 On Matt's way to the hotel he gave James a ride to his dorm. As they pulled up Matt caught sight of a hunk of a stud walking out of the building. Matt simply asked, "DAMN! Who is the stud leaving your dorm?" Matt answered him, "You mean that repressed, closet fag?" Matt only shook his head allowing James to continue telling him about the guy who was a stuck up, condom nazi who always looking for an ass to fuck and was very particular about the guys. Matt asked James what he mean and James let him know that he only wanted straight acting bottom guys. Matt told James how much he'd like to bring this fucker down to earth by getting him high as fuck and then fucking him raw until his ass was dripping with poz cum. James let Matt know that there was a dorm party the coming weekend and maybe they could make it happen. James add, "I think you'd definitely be his type." The two quickly kissed and James hopped out before Matt drove off. Matt made a few phone calls on his way to the hotel to finalize plans for Luke's transformation. He arrived just before Steve arrive with a naked Luke in tow. Once inside Luke's new room Matt knew the next phase of Luke's training was going to involve teaching the boy to suck cock. Matt stripped down and climbed on the bed resting against the headboard as Steve directed Luke to get between Matt's legs and listen to everything he was told to do or else. This was the first time a cock was to enter Luke's mouth. Matt started off easy as Luke only sucked him hard. As Matt's cock grew so did Luke's ability. Although he couldn't take the entire length in his mouth it was a good start as Matt had him focusing on the pleasure he was giving. Soon there was a knock at the door and in came a man with portable laser hair removal machine. The plan was to permanently eliminate what little hair Luke had on his body. After a good session the guy that had come in with the machine told Steve and Matt to call him immediately if they see any hair growing back. Steve left with this man leaving Matt to continue Luke's 'oral training'. The boy had a ways to go before he'd be ready to meet and client Steve had for him. Matt made sure to coach Luke as he guided him further down on his cock. The plan was to destroy the boy's gag reflex and get him used to swallowing a guy's load. Matt could tell that the drugs were starting to ware off as Luke became a little more coherent to his situation. As Luke became aware of what he had done and was doing he also felt the need for more chems. Sure enough he paused to let Matt know he needed a slam. Matt promised "You'll get your slam after you finish sucking me off and swallow my cum." With how desperate Luke was for his slam he went back to sucking Matt's cock and with following Matt's direction he was about to get his first taste of cum. Matt was going to be sure that Luke didn't pull off as he grabbed the boy's head between his two hands just as he began to fill Luke's mouth with about a table spoon worth of cum.

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

Part 8 Matt knew that Steve was going to handle the next step in Luke's corruption on his own. That allowed him to take James back to his apartment for some 'quality' time. Steve was finally alone with Luke still secured in the sling. Steve wanted his new boy to understand the need for a 'fix' teaching him to ask for the needle in his arm. As Steve toyed with the bound and helpless Luke he knew the boy was going to need another slam soon and wouldn't give him the needle until he asked for it. Luke felt the hunger inside him as he was crashing, knowing he needed something to perk him up. Steve kept asking him if he was needing something before he was allowed to get out of the sling. Sure enough after 'pointing' him in the right direction Luke asked about the shots he had been given throughout the night (little did he realize he had received those 'shots over a couple of days). Sure enough Luke asked for another and Steve made sure it was one he'd never forget as he tied off the boy's arm, slid the prepared point home and slammed his new whore. After Luke's coughing fit ended Steve asked him how he felt. Luke simply moaned and asked to be fucked some more. Steve knew he was ready for the rest stop and had already posted Luke's availability on line with pictures of him in the sling getting fucked. Helping him out Luke out of the sling and dressing him only in a pair of skimpy shorts he grabbed Luke by the back of the neck and guided him out to his car. Once in the car he kept Luke on edge by not allowing him to touch himself or his new owner. They reached the rest stop just as it was getting dark allowing Steve to give Luke some G and a nice booty bump. Steve told Luke to follow him out to the picnic area and it didn't take long for him to get busy. The first guy was an old troll truck driver, maybe in his 60's who Steve knew wouldn't be able to resist the young looking boy. Steve assured the man of Luke's legal status as he took $20 from him reminding him that he had 20 minutes and was only allowed to fuck the boy. Luke was led over to the man's RV trailer where the man didn't waste any time. Once inside he pushed Luke against a table yanked his shorts down while pulling his own hard cock out and rammed his entire cock inside with only what cum was still inside Luke's ass to lube his entry. This fuck was by far the roughest the new whore had ever experience, and with how turned on the guy was, ended in 5 minute. The next guy was a young trucker on how way though town. He had stopped to rest for the night before moving on and was very horny. He gave Steve $40 asking for double the time advertised and took Luke into the woods behind the restroom. Once there he told Luke to get on his hands and knees before as he pulled out a nice size cock. As he pushed into Luke's ass he felt the load left by the troll who had fucked him earlier. This fucked lasted longer, but was still rough since this guy not only was turned on by Luke boyish looks, but the fact that he was neg. Since this guy was one who could cum and cum and cum he left enough poz jizz in the boys ass he was not going to need any more lube the rest of the night. Luke brought in over $300 in the short time they were at the rest stop. It was just enough money which Steve needed to make changes to Luke's body to insure his earning potential.

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

I have been having sex with many members of my family...dad, uncle, brother nephew, my son, and they all whore me out to friends...its been a great life... I love my dads cock ever since I was 11...

I think it comes down to non-consensual behavior is wrong whether from a family member or not, and it comes down to forgiveness, the person who did it, and in some ways forgiveness for oneself as there is usually an "enjoyment" factor To me it is completely separate from incest. I think there is nothing more beautiful than a willing father and son fucking. I am friends with more than one set of fathers and sons that have had willing sex, and none of them ever regretted it. If fact, you'll never meet an emotional closer father/son.

There is absolutely NOTHING that makes my dick hard as a rock as eating out an ass I am about to fuck. Love diving into a hole and exploring it with my mouth and tongue - getting it all relaxed, wet and well prepared to be bred by my cock. I'll sometimes rim for 10 - 15 minutes or until my bottom is begging for me to fuck him. By that time, my cock will have been leaking precum all over the place, and my dick will be aching to get into that hole. After plowing my seed deeply into his ass, my instinct is to go back down and worship the hole that allowed me in for a thorough breeding, and I and up eventually tasting and eating some of my load. If I am sharing the bottom with other tops, eating ass after they've cum into it makes me even hornier. Max Sohl captured some of my ass gluttony in some of the DVDs I appear in - Dawson's 20 Load Weekend and Sperm Bank are two that cum to mind. I love ass and cum, and rimming and felching allows me to enjoy both!

After posting the experience of felching a hot pighole about 4 years ago on here which I just re-read, i've got another more recent experience to relate. I was in London at the HOIST which caters to leather/rubber men. I've a fetish for leather and boots and love breeding and getting fucked by other leather pigs. It was crowded with all these hot men and there was sex going on all around me. Two floors of semi-dark pathways past slings and dark corners. I caught the eye of this shorter compact cub, full beard, shirtless with a harness and tight leather chaps, his dick and balls and nice furry ass hanging out. I followed him to a dark area and I was leaning back against the wall playing with my dick eyeing him like we all do in leather bars. He came closer to me and stood right in front of me, with his back and ass really close to my dick and was grinding his ass as he got closer and closer to me. It was obvious that he had been fucked already as i could see that his ass was all wet and could smell the cum leaking out of him. I put my arms under his arms around to his chest and started pulling on his eraser nips pulling him tight up against my hard dick which he responded to right away with a loud moan and he bent forward to offer up his ass to me and with a deep gutteral voice begged me to breed him. As soon as I slid my dick into his hole it was obvious he had many loads in him, his ass was sloppy the way i like and as I started to fuck him, the seed in his gut was leaking out over the legs of my leatherchaps. The more I fucked the louder he moaned and we started to attract a crowd of leather and rubber pigs around us. Most were jerking their dicks and I let several of them shoot their loads over my dick as I was breeding the leathercub's sloppy ass. I shot my load into him and he was slamming his ass back hard against my thrusts in. I pulled out and asked him how many loads he had taken. He told me he had lost count but he thought I was number 18. He sucked on my dick to clean it off and then wanted to know if I would felch the seed from his ass and feed him. I was so fuckin turned on by this cub and of couse I obliged. He pushed a little and this flood of gut warmed slop flowed out and I was almost choking there was so much. I swallowed a mouthful but there was a lot more and I then snowballed that into his mouth. we moaned and grunted and passed the slop between us for awhile. Another guy was at his ass sucking out more loads and he passed the slop to the two of us so we had a threesome slurp.

Pits full of man stink is the most profound aphrodisiac there is. I always keep mine very ripe. I love it when a bottom takes the stink deep into his lungs making his hole cock crazed.

Saturday night was invited to a pig's place that I had given my phone number to at a bathhouse. Was fucking horned so took up his offer. He said that there were a few other men there who already fucked him and that he had also been out collecting loads all afternoon. That's what got me interested. When I got there one of the leather guys answered. He told me that the pig is into collecting cum , which I knew and already had more than 10 loads in him before I got there. There were 2 other leathermen all geared in chaps, boots and jocks in the pig's bedroom. I didn't bring my leather gear and chaps, but was wearing my levis and boots and underneath my dick was hard and wet in my well worn jockstrap that was pretty wet and rank from playing in it for a few days. The pig's place had that sex crazed aroma of poppers and manhole sex, sweat and piss. The pig's bedroom floor was covered with piss shower sheets. The pig was already on his knees doggy style with his gaping hole looking for more loads when I walked into the bedroom. The other 3 guys had already fucked him and were waiting to watch so I climbed onto his back and started pumping my dick in his hole. It was so fantastic raw fucking him with all the fuckslop already in his guts. I was churning up the slop and it was leaking out over my balls and onto the shower sheet. One of the 3 other guys was stroking his dick and encouraging me as I fucked him hard. The other 2 guys started into a fisting session on the bed. The pig I was breeding was full of fuckslop and was moaning with deep gutteral sounds and begging me to blow my load in his guts which I did, too quickly for my tastes but I was fucking horned. When I pulled out he sucked my dick clean and the guy watching wanted me to suck on the pig's hole and share the slop that I could get out of him. I got down on his hole and it was gaping open and his gut lips were blooming out and he started to push out the fuckslop. The slop came out in a flood and he tasted so fucking hot. The other guy watching got down and we sucked face with the pig's gutslop being passed between us. The pig was down on the floor lapping up his spilled slop on the shower sheet. He still had lots of slop in him and the 3 of us shared it like we were in a sex crazed feeding frenzy. THis feeding continued for some time until there was nothing else in the pig's guts for us. We finished watching the 2 guys on the bed, one fisting the other.

Part 4... Moments later, we arrived at the house. We got out one by one. Jack helped me out of the truck as Chet's fucking had left me weak at the knees and dripping POZ cum down my leg. My boy raced around the car, grabbed my head, and kissed me hard. He reached around behind me and felt my gooey hole. He flipped me around and pressed me onto the hood of the car, right there in the driveway, parted my ass cheeks, and dove in, lapping at Chat's toxic cum as it dripped out of my used hole. He had NEVER rimmed me before and his tongue only made my knees weaker. Chet and Sam lifted me up and laid me down on my back on the hood of the car. My boy climbed up beside me and matched my position. He pulled his legs up and I matched him. Sam crouched by my ass and started lapping as Chet dove into my boy's hole. Jack and Kevin stood by as my boy and I took center stage. Jack peeled Kevin's tight t-shirt over his hairless muscled chest and then pulled down his shorts. Without underwear, Kevin's massive hard uncut cock and huge balls sprang into view. Jack immediately dropped to his knees and started swallowing him to the balls. My boy and I both gasped as our holes were teased by fingers and tongues. “Let's bring this party inside, gentlemen. It's getting cold out here,” murmured Jack, between gulps of Kevin's cock. The two poz studs going to town on me and my boy's hole practically threw us over their shoulders and dragged us inside. Somehow, we managed to make it upstairs to Jack's master bedroom and became a tangle of sweaty bodies, juicy cocks, and sticky precum. After a few minutes of fumbling, Jack, myself, and my boy wound up on our knees with our asses hanging over the foot of the bed. Kevin lined up behind Jack, Sam behind me, and Chet behind my boy. Kevin aimed his dick at Jack's ass as Sam and Chet speared me and my boy. The sounds of man-sex filled the room as the tops did their work. After a few minutes of pounding, Sam pulled out asking, “Think these guys can fuck as hard as they like to get fucked?” “Let's find out!” growled Jack. We all switched places as Jack filled Kevin with his manhood, and I sunk all the way into Sam with one thrust. My boy, who had never topped to my knowledge, thrust into Chet and jackrabbited his ass like a pro. I As I plowed into Sam, I got super hard knowing my boy and I were fucking POZ guys. It then dawned on me that we didn't know Kevin's status. I wondered how well Jack knew this young stud hammering away at his hole. I got my answer. “Fuck me, Kev. Fuck your old man. Fill me up!!!!” Holy shit! Kevin was Jack's SON. “Fill me up with your POZ seed!” Fuck. I was watching a POZ son fuck his own dad!!! “Your son!?!?” shouted Sam, holding his ankles as I fucked him as hard as I could. “I want a crack at that dick!” I pulled out and switched places with Kevin. He slammed in Sam's bare hole as I slid into my boss's guts. Kevin had still not spoken a word, but grunted and growled as he fucked Sam like a pro. “Give it to me. Give me your load,” Sam shouted. “No, I want it!” shouted my boy. He pulled out of Chet and laid down on top of him, ass prone and ready for Kevin. Having taken two poz studs' loads already, it was time for a third's. Kevin pulled out of Sam and thrust into my boy. Three strokes later, he was creaming my boy's hungry hole, shooting his toxic load deep. “Fuck yeah,” he finally grunted. “Want my dad's load too?” “Hell yeah. I want all of their loads.” My boy, what a cum pig. One by one, all of the guys finished off inside my boy. I was so hard I thought my dick would explode. With his hole awash in cum, I slid in last. His hole was sloppy, used, and raw. I knew I wouldn't last long and added my load to his hole in a few frenzied thrusts. As I pulled out, Jack dove into my boy's ass. He lapped up a mouthful of jizz, slid up my boy's sweaty boy, and dripped it, glob by slimy glob, into his gaping mouth. Kevin leaned in and the three of them shared a lewd cummy kiss. With a mouthful of POZ and NEG mixed cum, Kevin started lapping at his father's ass. “Think it will take this weekend, son?” Kevin grinned for a few moments before smiling and saying, “The weekend as only just started. There's lots more to cum.” To be continued?

3. I put the pipe and torch down, then turned back to Javier. He had pulled off his boxers, and was now naked and hard, leaning back on the couch. His eyes were sort of focused on the TV, but also dreamy and distant as he was enjoying the start of the high. "Suck me, man," he said. I did a hit of the poppers, and returned to kneeling between his legs. I licked the tip of his cock, tasting a small drop of pre-cum. My hands were resting on his hips, and as I wrapped my lips around his cockhead, I felt him beginning to relax. This was something he knew how to enjoy: enjoying the first perfect moments of a crystal high and a personal cocksucker working on his cock. He knew it would only be a few moments before I had most of his penis in my mouth and his cockhead pressing into my throat. "Right on, bro," Eli said, "Swallow that Latino cock." He and Javi started to make out, as Eli stroked his cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that it was still the same size, as big and thick as ever. I was terrified of the moment when he was going to try to shove his tool into my ass. But I also knew there would be no way I'd refuse him that pleasure, especially with the crystal fueling my every action. I tried not to think about the future and what I'd be called on to do. When the time came, I'd face it and take it like a good bottom. While I had been thinking, I had gotten Javi's cockhead all the way to the back of my mouth, just hitting my throat. It was time to try my best and swallow his cock. I hoped that I would be able to avoid gagging, but was scared that I couldn't control my reactions with a thick cock in my throat. With all the hits we had done from the glass pipe, my mouth was dry, and it wasn't as easy as earlier to get used to his hard shaft going into me. But Javier was definitely ready for me to take his entire cock and to go all the way down. He had put his hand on the back of my head, gently but firmly pressing me further onto his cock. I swallowed, and relaxed my throat. With a pop, his cockhead invaded my throat and stretched it out. "Fuck man! That's what I'm needing now," Javi said. He pushed on the back of my head harder, forcing me to swallow the entire length of his cock. He was no longer being gentle or slow about it, but made me take the entire length of his shaft in one fast stroke. I wasn't expecting his sudden thrust, and had to force myself to calm down and suppress a gag. "You ok there, white boy?" Eli asked me. I was still trying to get used to all of Javi's cock in my throat, but I nodded yes anyway. Javi's tool was cutting off my air supply and I knew I would have to pull off shortly, just to catch my breath. But for a few more moments, I would let Javi have the joy of a warm throat around his cock. And I would have the pleasure of a hard cock stretching out my throat. "He's trying not to gag, I can tell," Javi said. "Feels fucking awesome for me though." "Maybe a different position would be better, bro?" Eli said. I couldn't keep Javi's cock in my throat any longer. I needed to breath and to have something to drink. Javi released the pressure on the back of my head, and let me pull off. Eyes blurry, I gasped a few times, and looked at the two dark men, watching my every move. "Let's go into the bedroom, bro." Eli said. I coughed a bit and was finally able to speak. "Yea, that would be good." It was nice to be able to breath again finally, although I was already missing sucking on their cocks. All I could think about was getting a cock, any cock, back into my mouth. My ass was twitching as well, the shard of crystal inside me had finally melted. I wanted to get fucked as well as suck cock. "You got a TV in there?" Eli asked. "This is a hot movie," he continued. "Yeah, I do. No worries." I stood up and gathered the supplies I had brough out: pipe, torch, crystal, lube, poppers. I went to the TV and stopped the movie, pulling the DVD from the player. "You want anything else to drink?" I asked the guys. "Water? Juice? Vodka? Beer?" "How about a screwdriver?" Javi asked. "You got any more vitamin V for us," Eli asked me. It took me a second to realize what he was referring to, the Viagra I had provided for the two men. "I'll have to check." I went into the bedroom, dropping off every thing I had gathered, before returning to the living room. Eli and Javi were still on the couch, just stroking their cocks. One of Javi's hands was resting on Eli's muscular thigh. Although the two were utterly comfortable with each other naked and aroused, it was hard to tell if this was just a friendship or something deeper. I had a suspicion that I was a crucial element here, someone to act as an intermediary for these two men and receptacle for their needs, desires; their cocks and loads. In the kitchen, I made two screwdrivers, and brought them out. I took a swig from one, and handed it to Javi. I offered the other to Eli, but he motioned I should drink it myself. "To the bedroom, guys?" I asked. Eli and Javi got up, somewhat reluctantly aroused from their relaxation. They followed me into the bedroom. I put the DVD on, and fast forwarded it to the next scene. I knew it was a three-way: a black and a white top on a white bottom. It opened with the bottom alternately sucking off the two tops. "Right on, man," Javi said, standing and staring at the large flat-screen TV on the dresser. Eli hopped on the bed and leaned against the headboard. Almost immediately, he started stroking his cock and watched the action unfold on the TV. "You got that extra V for us?" Eli asked me. I went over to the bedtable, where I had put the supplies, and looked in the drawer. I shuffled around in the drawer, looking through my stash. I found not only another viagra, but a full bag of crystal. "Double bonus," I said. I showed him the stash of tina and the viagra. "Right on bro. Hope you don't have any plans for the rest of the day." He turned to Javier. "He's got another V for us to share. And more tina when we need it. Or he needs it." The two of them laughed at the last comment. I put the baggie down, and handed the V to Eli. He took it, carefully split it in half, and washed one half down with the screwdriver. He handed the other half to Javi who swallowed it dry. Eli grabbed the bottle of lube, and poured some on his cock. I was used to needing only a small squeeze of the lube, but Eli needed far more; he poured it on for a few seconds. Even that just barely coated his entire penis. I was dividing my attention between the screen, where the bottom was still servicing the two tops and Javier, who had been playing with his cock. Javier noticed me watching him jerk off. "You ready for more of this, man?" he asked. I nodded. "Yeah, I am." I took one last swig of the cocktail and put it down. I kneeled down in front of him, my head ending up level with his tool. Despite being hard, his cock was long, thick and heavy enough that it only just stuck out straight, almost hanging down a bit from the its own weight. I did a quick hit of poppers, and took his cockhead into my mouth. Javi reached down and grabbed the poppers from me. He did a long hit from the bottle, screwed on the cap, then handed them back to me. As the poppers hit me, he grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down on his cock. Soon after hitting me, the poppers hit Javi. He started to drive the blow job. He forced his cock to the back of my mouth almost immediately. It was all about his pleasure and he didn't care about me. At that moment, I was just a mouth for him. I prepared myself for him to push down my throat, and as expected, he did. His cockhead slid deep, and I suppressed the inevitable gag. I had to tilt my head up to accomodate the length of his shaft, an uncomfortable position for me. But he didn't notice or care, shoving his dick roughly all the way in, and then quickly pulling out. I did my best to keep up with him, but between the angle of my head and the intensity of his mouth-fuck, it was hard for me to not gag on his pole each time he went deep. "Not having a good time of it, huh?" Eli said, watching us from the bed. "Why don't you try the side of the bed?" I wasn't sure what he meant by that position. Javi knew exactly what Eli mean. "Right on. Get on the bed, Matt. Get on your back, and hang your head off the side." Explained by Javi, I knew what Eli had meant by the side of the bed. I had only seen that position in movies before, and never imagined that I would be the cocksucker getting facefucked that way. Javi pulled his cock out of my mouth, and waited. I was still on my knees, not sure if I was ready for that position. "Come on man. Do it," he said. Eli laughed. "You don't have a choice here, Matt. And don't worry. Once you're in position, you'll fucking love it," he said. "Or at least Javi will love fucking you." Still, I hesitated. "Come on, Matt," Javier said. "You know you want to feel this cock in your throat again." He slapped his hard cock lightly, and it bounced right in front of me. My mouth watered and reluctantly, I got onto the bed. I was lying next to Eli, only with my head by his feet. I leaned back over the side of my bed, assuming the position as Javier stood in front of me, his cock almost exactly level with my mouth. He had a straight shot into my throat. "Fuck, this is perfect," he said. "Right on," Eli said. "You're gonna stretch open up his throat for me?" "Of course." Javier handed me the bottle of poppers. I tilted my head up enough to do a hit, then handed them back to him. As the poppers took effect, I opened my mouth. Sooner or later, I knew Javi was going to slide his cock into my mouth, and worse, open up my throat. I needed to know just how bad that would be. The anticipation would probably be worse than the actual event, and I wanted to face my fears head on. "Ready, cocksucker?" Javi asked me. From my position on the bed, his cock and balls loomed large. I could just barely see his face, but I knew he was smiling and eager to be inside me. Driven by the crystal and poppers, I nodded meekly. I only thought about giving him the pleasure he deserved. He slid his dick into my mouth, his cockhead first filling my mouth, then far too soon, it pressed against the back of my mouth. I swallowed, and Javi's shaft pushed into my throat, filling it and opening it up. Even knowing that this invasion of my body was going to happen, I still had to fight back my gag reflex. Without stopping, Javi forced the entire length of his cock into me. His cock more than choked off my air supply. Above all, I wanted this invasion to stop, not have my nose buried in Javi's balls, and to be able to breath freely. I forced myself to relax and let my mind be ruled by the poppers and crystal and the needs they created in me. I had to accept Javier's manhood in my throat. I had to accept it as my lot in life, and my purpose. It took some effort, but slowly, I was able to find the pleasure in his throat-fuck. Javier was moaning slowly as he forced his shaft in and out of my mouth--his cockhead stayed buried in my throat. Those moans alone made it almost bearable, to know that I was the source of that pleasure. Over the wet sound of Javi's cock sliding in and out of my throat, I could hear Eli jerking his rod. "Yeah bro, get that cocksucker's throat open for me." From the moment Javier entered my throat, I knew I would have to take Eli's cock. How I was going to manage it was still largely unclear to me. Javier was just choking me; Eli was going to rip open my throat. Javi pulled out a little further than normal, his cockhead now in my mouth. I took the opportunity to gulp in some air before he pushed back into my throat. "He's a natural. Warm, wet, tight. And not gagging. At least not much right now," Javier said. He reached down and craddled my head in his hands. It was a tender gesture on his part, a kindness that his interactions with Eli had just hinted he was capable of. But this time was a feint; he held my head tightly, and used his grip on me for additional leverage. His cock forced its way back in me, ending up deeper into my gut. Slowly, a dribble of his pre-cum helped to lubricate my throat. "Nice fucking throat," he said, his cock hard in my throat. Javi's dark shaft was in my mouth and his cockhead was pressing into my throat. I tried to focus, to allow my mind to let go of anything other than this inescapable fact of my life. But the crystal wouldn't let me concentrate. I would think about everything that was still to come for me: to the uncertain pleasure of Eli's cock in my mouth; the inevitable moment when Javi would penetrate my asshole, and finally, when Eli would use me like the white bitch I was. Drug-fogged, all I could think of was my pleasure in making these men happy. I imagined all the ways I could use my body and its many holes to achieve their desires for pleasure. Even though my reviverie was personally arousing, I was dragged back to the real world by the undeniable existence of Javi's tool. There was no escaping the throat fucking he was administering; he would pull his cock almost all the way out of my mouth, give me a moment to get a quick breath, then force himself all the way back into my throat. Each time his shaft hit the back of my mouth and pushed all the way in I struggled to keep from gagging. "Fuck man. I wish I had met you months ago," Javi said. "Best damn cocksucker I've had in a long time." "You think he's ready for me yet?" Eli asked from the bed. "Almost there," Javi said. "He's almost done with the warm-up cock." He pulled all the way out, and I was finally able to tilt my head up enough to see him. He had that drug-glazed look on his face, but a big smile, and his hard cock was just inches away from me. "Do another hit of these," he said to me, handing me the bottle of poppers again. I took them greedily, and did two long hits, one in each nostril. I handed the bottle back to him, and let my head drop back down. My mouth was again right at cock level. "Right on," Javier said, as he slid his cockhead into my mouth. His cock was still wet from my saliva. I expected him to go straight for my throat again, but he paused. I heard him do a long hit of poppers and then another. My hit had begun to take effect, and I started to suck on his cock, licking up every drop of pre-cum that I could. I wanted dick, but I needed his pre-cum. "Slow down there, cowboy," Javier said, putting a hand on my head to keep me still. "Give me a second." He screwed the top on the poppers, then waited. I realized he was waiting for the poppers to hit, and I wondered what kind of throat fuck I needed to prepare myself for. He tossed the bottle on the bed, then grabbed the back of my head with both hands. In a single, forceful thrust, he pushed his cock all the way into my throat. Once again, I was impaled on his sword, and I struggled to keep from gagging. "Fuck yeah, this is what I needed," Javi said, as he pulled out, and thrust back in. "Too long since I've had a blow job like this." "Damn man, get him ready for me," Eli said. He had a weirdly flat tone. Even thought I knew he was stroking his cock, I knew that the crystal had hit him just as hard as it had hit me. "He'll need to be stretched wide open to take me." Having already tried to take his cock, I knew he wasn't joking. However, Eli was still to come. My immediate concern was Javi. Although he wasn't as thick or quite as long as Eli, he still had an impressive piece of meat. At that moment, his fat meat was deep in my throat, and his heavy balls were right against my nose. Sooner or later, I would have to drain those balls of their accumulated sperm. I found myself turned on by the idea: that I was lucky enough to get this man off. That I was able to swallow his sperm. Or to take his load up my ass. Although I knew that this feeling of luck was driven more by the poppers and tina, I didn't care. These thoughts and fantasies helped me to realize that Javi's cock was something that needed to be deep in my throat and not a unnatural intrusion. I surprised even myself when I grabbed Javi's muscular ass and held him tight against my mouth. I only wanted to worship this man, and right then, the best way I knew was to make mouth-love to his manhood. "Slow down there, Tiger," Javi said, gently prying my hands off his body and pulling out again. I gasped as his cockhead slid out of my throat, both because I needed the oxygen and because I suddenly realized how empty my throat was. "We're just starting here; there's no need for you to rush." He cradled my head in his hands, and slowly pumped his cock in and out. "Don't want to shoot too soon." It was clear this wasn't the first time he had done this. He was expertly teasing my tonsils: pushing in just enough to get me to start gagging, but also just enough for me to want the discomforting peace of a cock stretching out my throat. "You're going to fucking love his throat," Javi said to Eli. "Good?" Eli said. I knew that he had been jerking off the entire time, but from my position, I could only see Javier, and even then just his balls and ass. "Oh yeah," Javi said. "He's a fucking expert cocksucker. Knows just when to gag too. Feels so damn good on my cock." He pushed back in. I hadn't expected the penetration, and had to stifle my gag reflex. "See?" Javi said, as I flailed a bit, trying to find my peace. "Fucking got me boned up here, bro," Eli said. "Work that throat a bit more." Javi leaned over me, forcing his cock just a tiny bit deeper. It was at most a quarter of an inch but it felt like he was ramming inch after inch into me. Javi stood back up, and some of his cock slipped out. He was big enough that this felt like no change at all. I heard him unscrew the top on the poppers, and take a hit. "Give him a hit too," Eli said. "I love how it makes him into a cock-crazed slut." Javi did as Eli told him, and pulled his cock far enough out for him to hold the poppers under my nose. I inhaled greedily, wanting to impress both of these dark-skinned men with my compliance and eagerness to serve. It didn't take long for the poppers to take effect. "Please," I said, as best I could with Javi's cock still partially in my mouth. I knew Javi knew what I needed Javi obliged, and his cock slid all the way into me, forcing itse way into my throat. "Oh yeah, this is what I fucking need," he said. I no longer cared what he needed. I was flying on the poppers, and all what I needed was the thick piece of meat I had willingly impaled my face on. Driven by the drugs, all I wanted was for Javi to fuck my face, pound my mouth, tear up my throat, and shoot his load deep into my stomach. "He can take all of your shaft?" Eli asked. "Fuck yeah. I'm Balls deep in the slut's mouth," Javi said. He had slowed his thrusts down some from the earlier face-fuck, taking his time to explore my throat with his cock. I could feel a bit of pre-cum leaking out from his dick. It was lubricating my throat and his entry into my body. As the poppers wore off, I had a clearer realization of what this scene would look like to an observer. A clean-cut white boy with a gym body was lying on his back, his head hanging over the edge of the bed. A latino had his brown cock deep in the white man's throat, while on the bed, a muscular black ex-con was stroking his massive cock. The dim grey morning light filtering in through the shades picked out the last of the dissapating clouds from the trio's crystal meth hits. And I was that white boy, choking on the latino cock, tweaked out of my mind, waiting for the black ex-con to take his turn "Think he's ready for me? I'm getting bored of stroking here." "One way to find out. And if he's not, your legs are plenty strong enough to force it in." I hoped there would also be some poppers to help. They wouldn't make a huge difference in the strict anatomical issues of fitting Eli's tool in my tight throat, but they would grease my mental skids. It would be less Eli raping my throat and a little more me giving him the deep blow job he deserved. "He's all yours, man," Javi said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and left me gasping for breath.