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I was lucky enough to travel to Berlin over the Thanksgiving week. Berlin has become my favorite city in the world because it’s so easy to be a cumdump there. There so many opportunities and places to go to. I was determined to get as much dick and loads as I could. I had purchased a ticket to the bio hazard party which was being on Friday night. It was a party for poz man only. It didn’t disappoint. There were all kinds of men there and all types and they were all willing to play and fuck. Within five minutes of checking my clothes, I had a nice German dick up my ass. From there I spent the next two to three hours going from dick to dick and collecting loads along the way. By 1:30 when I decided to leave, I’d had about 15 men fuck me and collected about eight loads. One guy in particular intrigued me. He was short with a fit body and a disheveled ZZ Top beard that seem to fit him. When I first arrived, he was going from ass to ass but then later on I noticed that he was spending quite a bit of a time with each bottom. He was an explorer of each bottom's hole, each of whom moaned in pleasure. Periodically in between my fucks, I checked on him and watch him fuck some other lucky bottom for a while. I also wanted him to know that I was interested. Finally on the fuck benches, my turn came. He had just finished up with another bottom and observed me looking, and he flipped me right over. His cock wasn’t huge, slender and probably within the average range but his use of it took me to another level! Once he entered, he just started exploring every inch of my hole with his cock. He stretched my hole and moved me in many positions to accommodate his desire and his needs. The intensity of feelings in my hole was overwhelming! Never experienced anything like it! I hate to admit but after 25 to 30 minutes, I needed a break. I would’ve loved to of taken his load but I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I was in sensory overload. I was disappointed with myself afterwards and still am now. I left bio hazard and headed over to the Bull ready for more action and more loads in my ass. That night the Bull certainly didn’t disappoint. I stripped down to my jock and went into the dark room. I hadn’t even done a turn around the room before some guy had pushed me over to the wall and started using my hole. Once in the position he thrust away at a nice regular rate until he unloaded in me. He was rapidly followed by nine other guys. I just bent over the fuck bench and didn’t even look back as each guy used my hole. Not every top unloaded in me but I managed to get a good five or six loads out of it. Awesome! Greatest train I’ve ever had going! I hung around for a while and got a couple more loads out of the five or six additional guys that fucked me. By the time I left at five in the morning, my well used hole had accommodated at least 30+ guys that night. Just a great night to be a cum dump in Berlin!

Yep, when I was 12yo a neighbor caught me jerking off outside in the wooded area behind my parents house to a gay porn mag I had found. He said he wouldn't tell my parents if I let him have some fun, and back then I was terrified of my religious parents finding out I like other guys. I ended up loving having this older man have his way with me and I know damn well it's the reason I'm such a cum pig now. He was the one who got me into sucking off random men through a glory hole and letting random men breed my ass. If he hadn't shown me all this wonderful stuff I'd probably have ended up like most stuck up twinks (gasps in horror lol) Instead though, I'm a poz cum slut that happens to be a twink, god knows I'm getting more dick than I would have if I wasn't like this too

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. . .

This happened earlier about three hours ago. I'm 26, currently unemployed, am ready to attend school next term, and have a 38 year old partner. He's a total top, whereas I'm a bottom. We decided to become "open" after a couple years of being together. He had no problem finding a FWB, but I couldn't find one. After three frustrating months of not being able to connect sexually with anyone, I posted on craigslist. My ad was pretty simple, straight to the point, saying I was looking for a top, and that I'd be ass-up, blindfolded and waiting. I also specifically mentioned with emphasis I only played safe. A few weirdos messaged me with somewhat cryptic e-mails containing numerous miss-spellings. I passed on them. Then a guy e-mailed me his dick pic and a shot of his athletic body. His cock was nice, thick and about seven inches. I responded inviting him to drop in, that I'd be waiting on all fours, a blindfold in place, and a condom on my back. I told him I wanted him to pull the condom on, slip his cock into my ass, and give me a good fuck. He agreed. When he showed-up the front door was unlocked. Hearing him arrive, I pulled on the blindfold, got into position on my bed, and anxiously waited. I heard the door open. I heard him step into my bedroom. I heard his belt hit the floor. He stepped up to the bed, grabbed the condoms that I had left for his use. I heard him rip open the cellophane wrapped. I would even swear I heard the squish as he rolled it down his cock. In short, I was confident he was wearing it as he lined his cock up with my hole and pushed deep inside, not a bit gentle, slamming his cock in and out of my ass in long strokes, never completely withdrawing, however. Part of me was concerned he would slide the condom off his cock and bareback me, using the 'incidental' withdraw from my ass as his opportunity, but that never happened and I was in heaven. After a long and unwelcome hiatus, I was being fucked by a stud who even muttered "Yeah, you're a nice little fuckhole, bitch." His thrusts abruptly stopped. He was cumming, and when his last spurt of cum blew into the condom, he withdrew, at which time I distinctly heard him roll the condom off his cock, including the plop of a full condom dropping into the trash can. Then he took his sweet time getting dressed, leaving in silence, without saying a word. Although I really wanted to immediately inspect the condom, I controlled myself, hard as a rock, but prone on the bed until he left. Then I jumped to my feet, pulled-off the blindfold and removed the condom from the trashcan. The latex was heavy with cum, perhaps as much as half full. I was shocked. As I stood there marveling at the amount of cum he had blown, I detected a weird 'full' sensation in my ass, which was immediately followed by the sensation of a dollop of some liquid dropping into my underwear, where, upon checking, I found a small white puddle of some viscus fluid. I was confused. I went to the restroom only to discover I was full of cum. I went back to the full condom and the cum was cold. Really cold. Which led me to think the load was old and he had filled the condom beforehand, and brought it to our hook-up to fool me. I honestly didn't imagine this would happen the first time I hooked-up with a guy, but at the same time I've found I can't help but keep getting hard every time I think about it. I feel so stupid. Sorry about my spelling and grammar.

I started when I was 12, sorta wish I had started younger, but I still have lots of fun memories using my young age to get men to whip out their dicks fairly easily haha

When I fuck I only have one purpose, shoot my load in that bottom's ass. Things are clear from the start. There is no questions of pullling out or anything like this. I want my spunk deep in that slut's hole when I'm done with him. I want other men to enjoy my cum in there when fucking after me, just like i enjoy fucking a loaded hole. Also knowing I spread my DNA a bit all over is kind of hot.

Happy to read some of these replies. I'm not a chub by any means, but I'd consider myself a cub (tummy, some hair). I personally am not into chubs, but bring on the bears/cubs! There's obviously a gray area between bear/cub and chub...and what that gray area is for me will be different for someone else. It depends on the situation too...if presented with a big guy on an app or website, I may turn him down...but at a bathhouse where the clothes are off and he's ass up in his room, I may just drop my towel and slip inside for a bit. All that being said, I do enjoy fucking twinks/otter/jock types too.

boybottom4use - that's HOT! Would have loveed to be one of the guys fucking your hole. a cummy hole always gets me hard as a rock. Makes me hungry to eat it too!

Exactly the way I feel. I can't go two days without cock and cum in me and my weekend hobby is taking loads and chasing as much cock as I can. I just love the feeling of a cock pulsing as it pumps cum into me.

When I was about 14 my older brother used to throw ‘pizza and porn’ parties with a few of his friends when my parents went away for the night. Usually they ended up with them all behaving like total pricks and then passing out drunk after one too many beers. One time though one of his friends came into my room after everyone else had crashed out. I was lying on my front trying to sleep when I heard his footsteps behind me. He grinned at me and put his finger to his lips, while jerking his cock with his free hand. He stopped just next to me and shook his cock next to my face. I took it in my mouth without a word and sucked him like my life depended on it! He then climbed on top of me, put his hand over my mouth and slid his dick forcefully into my arse. ‘I knew you were a fucking slut’ he whispered in my ear as I moaned and grunted more with pain than pleasure into his hand. Before too long he came hard inside me and gave me the most exhilarating feeling I’d ever felt as his cum filled me up which made me truly realise what I really was/am as it made me shoot my own load into the mattress. I have craved men, their cocks and their cum ever since.

I was having a drink with my husband at our favourite cruise bar. About half way through our second drink, he told me to suck his cock. Since we were just sat at the bar it didn’t take long to attract a bit of a crowd. After a few minutes of a mixture of enthusiastic, deep throating and face fucking, my husband loudly shot his load down my throat. He slapped his beautiful cock against my face before zipping himself back up. He then pulled me up onto my feet and told me to undress down to my jock. He then told the four guys watching us that I was going to go into the sling at the back of the bar and told them to bring me back when they were done. He sat back down to drink his beer as I headed to the sling, loving the loud horny comments of the men calling me a slut and smacking my bare arse. Once I was in position, a large older bear placed his fat cock at my hole while two other bear types stood wanking their cocks and a skinny Asian guy put his warm hard dick in my mouth. I lost track of how long I was in there or how many loads I took in my arse, mouth or on my face and body as other guys drifted in and out for their turn besides the original four. Eventually I made it back to the bar covered in cum and sat back down next to my husband. He kissed me and showed me some money that he said a couple of guys had left. He tucked the notes inside the band of my jockstrap and whispered ‘looks like my little whore earned himself another drink’. I love going out cruising but when we go together he always manages to make it extra special.

Speaking of last parts… this is it. At least for now. Thanks for reading —————— Part 27 - The Initiation Joe, Kyle and Steven were just getting out of the car when Dennis pulled up. Steven looked at his phone and it said 10:03PM. The guys put their phones in the trunk of the car, not wanting to lose them. The parking lot was pretty full, they guessed that there were over fifty cars there and a row of motorcycles next to the building. They walked up to the door in the front of the warehouse building and saw a large biohazard magnet attached to the door and a second one next to it that had one of the pictograms saying no phones. They followed the hallway back where there were two doors, one of which had another biohazard magnet on it. They entered and there was a table with Tyler standing behind it, dressed only in leather boots, a leather jock, leather armbands and a harness. “Hi guys. I’m glad you accepted the invitation and came tonight. We just have a few things to take care of and we can begin the initiation. Here is a bag to put your clothes in. It has your name on it. I hope you followed the sign and left your cell phones in your car or at home. No pictures or videos are allowed. We request that you stay naked for tonight, shoes or boots are ok. In the future, you can wear gear. I have a wrist band for each of you. And one last thing….” The door opened and Aaron came rushing in. “I hope I’m not late” he said breathlessly. Tyler looked up at the clock and it said 10:13PM. “You’re just in time. I was worried you had changed your mind” Tyler said. Quickly, Tyler recapped everything for Aaron and gave him his bag. The guys started undressing and putting their clothes in their bags and Tyler said “I was saying… You need to choose your mark and its placement. Each member must have their body marked with the club logo - a biohazard. You can choose a tattoo or to be branded. With the tattoo, you get a choice of sizes and a few colors - black, red or black and red. You may have noticed mine at the party last week.” The guys looked at Tyler with surprise. “I know its short notice, but please decide quickly and write them down on these pieces of paper. Put your name, tattoo or brand, the location on your body and size and color. Each thought a few minutes and filled out the form and gave it to Tyler. The bags were collected and Tyler then looked at the list and put the appropriate wrist band. Joe, Dennis and Aaron got dark blue ones, Steven and Kyle got light blue. The five of them were ushered past a door and down makeshift hallway with dark curtains on one side. Near the back of the building, they turned and went up a few steps. They were standing at the side of what looked like a stage, a large biohazard sign was hanging from the ceiling, providing a backdrop. On the stage was a man standing naked with a red leather harness on and five fuck benches spread across the front of the stage. A bell sounded and the lights dimmed in the room. The stage was illuminated with a few spotlights, but the audience was invisible in the darkness. Tyler whispered to them “It’s time. Walk out to the center, line up in front of him, with your back to the audience. Just follow the directions. It won’t take long and then we can have some fun.” Joe went first, followed by Kyle, Steven, Aaron and Dennis. They faced the priest and he began. “We are gathered here to welcome the newest members to our brotherhood. Our mission is to celebrate our gift and help those less fortunate than us become a positive force in the world. I will ask each of you if you are willing to join us support our mission.” The priest moved in front of Joe and asked him and he replied “Yes”. The priest led him over to the first fuck bench and he laid down on it. A guy came from the shadows and locked Joe down. The priest then did the same with each of the other guys. Once they were all locked down, the priest said “Let the consummation begin.” Five men walked out on stage, each naked and wearing a red wristband that matched their red leather harnesses. Each took a position behind one of the guys and the crowd started to chant “Breed. Breed. Breed.” The men looked at the priest and when he nodded they thrust their cocks into each of the boys. None of them were prepared to be violated in such a brutal fashion. They all screamed, but it was drowned out by the chanting. The men fucked the boys harder, seeming to enjoy the pain they were inflicting on them. It only took a few minutes before one by one the men would grunt and fill their boy with cum. As they pulled their spent cocks out of the boys, the priest handed them a metal butt plug and the breeder pushed it into their boy’s sore hole. “Now that you have been filled with AIDS seed, let it become part of you. It symbolizes the sharing we must do throughout the rest of our lives as we create new generations of gifted people” the priest told everyone and then said “We will now perform the last step and your initiation will be complete.” The assistant came out and unlocked Joe, Kyle, Aaron and Dennis and ushered them over to the side. A new spotlight came on and there was Thad and another tattoo artist waiting to give them their club mark. Joe was placed on a table, face down and Thad set some marks down on his right calf and the tattoo needle began making the outline. While Joe was getting tattooed, the assistant walked up to Steven and placed a leather bit between his teeth and fastened the strap behind his head, holding it in place. The look of fear in Steven’s eyes was immense. Soon, a cart was wheeled out that contained an iron stove with a fire inside. A brand was sticking out of the stove and the priest put on heavy gloves and removed the brand from the fire. He noted the orientation of the brand and approached Steven. He lined it up near Steven’s right butt cheek and said “Be strong, my son” and pressed the glowing brand into Steven’s skin. The screams from Steven could have awakened the dead. The smell of burning flesh filled the area and everyone turned to watch as the priest removed the brand from Steven and set it in the holder next to the stove. Ointment was placed on the blisters and Steven’s screams subsided slowly. The audience clapped their approval. It was an option that few members used. Aaron sat down in a chair and the other tattoo artist smiled at him. He turned his forearm up and the artist marked it out and looked at Aaron for approval before starting in. Daryl pulled Kyle aside and had him lay on a table, facing up. He pulled out a razor and removed Kyle’s pubic and body hair from his navel to his cock. Once Joe’s tattoo was finished, Kyle was next for Thad to work on. Once Aaron’s tattoo was complete, Dennis laid down on the the table Joe had used and was also face down. The tattooist showed Dennis where it would be by placing his fingers between his shoulder blades. Once Dennis was happy his body felt the needle begin its work. The crowd mingled until the marking was complete and the Priest announced that the celebration could begin. Room lights came back on and the crowd filtered to the sides and picked up their glasses of champagne and then started to move to the back of the room. There were three slings spread out, with markings on the floor designating an area for each. A large roulette wheel was on the wall with several colors painting sections of the pie. There was a narrow red slice, several light blue, dark blue, light green and dark green slices. There were a few yellow slices as well. Out from the front office of the warehouse, three people were led with hoods over their heads. Each was stood in front of a sling. The priest walked up to each and asked if they were ready to begin and accept their fate. He then announced to the crowd who tonights participants were. “We have tonight, in sling number one a caucasian university professor. He is 34 years old, gay and versatile. He has chosen to remain hooded until the reveal. In sling number two, we have a 23 year old latino restaurant worker. He is bisexual and normally a top. He has chosen to be unhooded. And in sling number three is a 45 year old caucasian construction worker. He is also bisexual and a bottom and will be hooded until the reveal. Please spin the wheel for sling number one. While the wheel is spinning, can everyone congregate with their respective colors.” The five guys stood on the stage with Tyler and he explained “The members are separated by color, tonight its blue for detectable poz, green for undetectable poz, on the wheel yellow is for what we call ‘get out of jail free’ and it means they don’t get fucked. Where the wheel stops decides which group fucks the guy. The guy in the sling is always neg when he shows up here. You line up and fuck until you breed him. Be sure to hit the button on the sling after you cum. Thats how we keep track of how many loads a guy takes. It works better if you edge while you’re in line and then just fuck for a minute and unload. After everyone is done, we reveal to the guy if he took charged cum or not and remove his hood if he was hooded like those two. Oh, there’s a face pic of the guy above the button so you can see if you know him. It gives you a chance to remove your wristband at the end if you don’t want the guy to know you fucked him.” “What’s red?” asked Dennis. Tyler chuckled and said “Guys with AIDS or guys with multiple bugs. We had one guy a few months ago hit a full house and got all of the usual STDs. He’s down to just hep and hiv now.” “You guys can join in your groups if you want, but you don’t have to if you’re still sore from getting marked” Tyler said patting Steven on the shoulder. The guys walked down the steps awkwardly with the plugs still holding their AIDS loads in their asses. Tyler joined Steven and Kyle with the light blue group just as the wheel stopped on light blue. The group of just over a dozen guys cheered. “The light blue group will have sling number one. Please spin for sling number two” the priest announced and the wheel got spun again. Joe looked around his dark blue group and recognized a few people. Tony was talking to Luis and he saw Douglas from the clinic stroking a rather long and pierced cock. He looked over at the group Steven and Kyle were in and saw Derrick, Daryl and Thad. He spotted a few people he had seen around campus including one professor in the blue groups. Joe looked at the other side of the room and saw the green groups. He recognized people over there as well. Then he looked to see if he could find the red group. He never even saw the guy that pumped his first AIDS load in his hole. There were six of them standing together next to the priest. “And we have light green for sling two. Light green people, please get ready. And spin the wheel for sling three” said the priest. Kyle walked up to Tyler and said “This is fuckin’ hot. I wonder if its one of my professors?” “You’ll find out soon enough. We should start heading over there. I see you’re already getting boned thinking about breeding another neg ass” Tyler replied “And dark blue for sling three. Everyone else can either watch or enjoy themselves. Please wait for the bell and then you have 90 minutes to put as much cum as possible into the guests. Don’t forget to tip your waiters” the priest said laughing at his pun. As the groups assembled in the areas, a bell rung and immediately the guys in the slings had a cock in their ass. Each guy waited their turn stroking their cocks and sometimes each other. A few were blowing guys in line. Joe looked around and could not believe the number of biohazard tattoos he saw. Some had more than one. He looked at where guys had put them. Arms, chest, legs, asses, hands, and back. There were a few guys he couldn’t see one at all. He got closer to one guy and saw it was on the top of his cock. When he got closer to the guy in sling three he looked him over. He was a muscle bear with some ink on his hairy body. He remembered him described as a construction worker in his mid forties and a bottom bi guy. “I wonder if he’s gonna knock up some chicks once he converts” he thought. The closer he got, he heard the construction guy grunt “Thank you, Sir!” as each guy unloaded into him. The room was filled with the sound of bells dinging - a different pitch for was sling. He watched the guys in front of him fuck the guy. Each had their own style and a couple were obviously ready to shoot as soon as they put it in. Others savored the cum filled pussy and still others pounded the guy like they were possessed. Luis was one of the latter. He pounded the guy, taking full advantage of the sling and letting it do most of the work. The bottom groaned and yelled out “Yeah, fucker, wreck that hole” before Luis slammed in and unloaded his strain into the guy. Luis walked back and fist bumped Joe, Dennis and Aaron and whispered to the three “The guy in sling two is my roommate. He’s gonna be pissed he didn’t get charged cum again. Its the third time he’s been here” and walked back to the end of the line. Aaron was amazed at what he was witnessing. Guys spinning roulette wheels to decide if they got pozzed. He had been breeding Nick all weekend and had dumped another load in him only a few hours earlier and hoped he had a good load to pump into the construction guy. Aaron stood next to Dennis the entire time waiting and stroking his own cock and occasionally giving Dennis’s cock a tug. He got closer and closer and looked at the guy in the sling. He was a sexy guy with muscles everywhere, all earned from hard labor. The hood obscured his head he imagined a rugged bearded guy. Looking down, he saw a pool of cum start to form underneath the bottom’s ass. He wanted to get on the floor and lick it up. Kyle was standing with Steven and Tyler. They were edging themselves watching the guy take cock after cock. His body was in good shape well defined for a mid-thirties professor. His chest was shaved and he had only one small tattoo that he could see on his arm. It was the Yin-Yang symbol. His cock was a nice length, maybe seven inches and cut, and was rock hard and leaking over his abs. Kyle could hear him grunt and moan as the guys fucked him and an “oh god!” when someone would thrust into him hard. Daryl was in front of him and he looked at what piercing he had on. As much as he wanted to see what happened if he used the mace balled PA, Daryl had a regular horseshoe 0 ga PA in. Daryl turned and asked Kyle “Enjoying the PA?” “Yeah, I am” replied never thinking he would have a conversation like this. “Give it another month or two and we can stretch it up a size. Club members get the stretches and new rings for free. I think you would look really hot with a 0ga there but its going to take a while. And don’t forget about the ladder too” Daryl said with a wink. About that time the guy in front of Daryl pumped his load in, pressed the button and pulled out. Kyle was finally close enough to look at the picture on the sling stand. “Fuck” he said. Steven asked “What?” Kyle turned to him and whispered “It’s my engineering professor. He let me do a make-up test when I had the fuck flu.” Steven chuckled at the irony. “Don’t worry about it. You’re gonna repay him with a big poz load. If he didn’t want it, he wouldn’t be here.” Kyle realized his cock was even harder than before and heard Daryl pump his load into the professor. He walked up and stuck his finger into the hole and tasted the mixture of charged jizz. He quickly slammed his cock into the professor who screamed out “FUCK!!! Another pierced cock. You guys are going to shred my cunt.” Kyle smiled as he fucked his professor, enjoying the cum filled hole milk his cock. Kyle was impressed, at least ten other guys had fucked him and he could still milk a cock. He jabbed his cock to the side, feeling his PA scrape and tug inside the guy’s chute and got the expected groan. As his balls began to throb he gave several fast thrusts and then pulled the chains and his professor all the way on to his cock and felt several shots of his poz semen join the ones already inside. He pulled out and hit the button and went to the back of the line. Daryl got on his knees and sucked Kyle’s cock, grabbing the PA with his teeth and tugging while Kyle moaned. Steven was next and slid into the professor’s hole easily. He heard “Thank god, this one isn’t pierced.” Steven grinned and then slammed in hard and grabbed the professor’s legs and jackhammered his hole for a few minutes and then buried his cock in as deep as he could and pumped yet another virus filled load into the guy. Joe finally got his turn on the construction dude and slid in and completely out several times, enjoying the feeling of his PA push through the guys outer ring. The bottom was moaning in pain from Joe’s attempts at getting a new path for the bug to infect him. He continued to do it, just pulling the guy back on the sling harder and harder until he was slamming into Joe and then pushing him completely off. The moans became screams and he saw his cock start to have some red streaks on it. A few people came over to see what was happening and started to cheer Joe on. A few times he missed the hole and both of them yelled out in pain. Dennis came up behind Joe and urged him on and started to pinch his nipples. That pushed Joe over the edge and he pulled the construction worker tight against his body and started firing shots of his virally enhanced cum inside. Joe pulled out and tagged the button, looking at the picture thinking how much he wanted to fuck this sexy muscle bear again. Dennis’s thick cock wasn’t pierced, but still tortured the guys hole as he rammed in hard. He left his cock in a few seconds and adjusted his body and began his fuck. He heard whimpers that he didn’t expect from a guy like this. He pulled all the way out and drove in all the way a few times and the whimpers got louder. He did it one last time and left his cock all the way in as his cock emptied its highly toxic seed into the ravaged pussy. His hole was only empty a second before Aaron eagerly pushed his cock inside. It felt so good with all of the cum in the hole and a greedy bottom milking his cock. He knew that his cock was now coated in all of the other guy’s cum, but it was Dennis’s cum that he wanted to feel. He didn’t last long and was feeling spurts of his poz jizz mix with the other cum all fighting for the chance at infecting the bottom. When the bell finally rang, indicating the 90 minute breeding session was over, everyone had dumped at least one load and almost everyone had given them two. Several guys were on the floor lapping up the spilled cum and there were three lucky guys cleaning up the wrecked holes. After several minutes of the guys feasting on cum, one of the assistants came up and put a buttplug inside each of the bottom guests. He then helped the bottoms stand. The three were all standing next to their slings, holding on to the stand as their bodies recovered from the abuse they had just received. Each group stood behind their bottom. Only a few people took their wristbands off and joined the audience. Kyle wasn’t one of them. “Sling number one, you received 27 loads of unmedicated poz cum” the priest announced The professor removed his hood and stood there a little stunned as everyone clapped. He smiled and looked around and saw the group of his 14 gifters behind him. He spied Kyle and looked surprised and then chuckled. “Sling number two, you received 31 loads of undetectable poz cum.” Everyone clapped, but you could see the disappointment in Juan’s face. Luis nudged Kyle “I offered to give it to him, but he likes the gangbang.” “And, sling number three, you received 28 loads of unmedicated poz cum. Please remove your hood” was the announcement. The construction worker removed his hood and looked around at the group of 15 guys that had bred him and smiled. “Thank you, Sirs. I hope your efforts will succeed.” Everyone mingled and Kyle kept looking at his professor, wondering if he should say anything. He grabbed a drink from one of the waiter’s trays and went over to him. “I hope that was the outcome you were looking for” Kyle said. The professor turned and faced Kyle and said “I’m not sure what I really wanted, but It was a great experience and I’ll deal with what happens. I was very surprised to see you here, much less in my group.” “Well, I guess you now know why I was sick a few weeks ago. I really want to thank you for helping me out with the test” Kyle said. “You’re a good student and I knew you would fail the test the way you looked. The test you did take was harder than the one everyone else had and you did well. Thanks for the gift you gave me. We will see if I become poz like you. At least now I know someone I can talk to about this.” “Yeah, anything you need to know, I’ll try to help as best I can. And if you want more seed, I can give you that too” Kyle told him. The professor looked at Kyle up and down and said “Thanks, but I want to know if this evenings loads do it. It’s going to take a while for my hole to recover from the abuse those piercings gave me, but I will want to talk to you about those another time” Kyle grimaced and said “Sorry, I may have gotten carried away. I’ll talk to you later” and walked back over to Joe and Steven. The crowd started to thin and the guys were comparing their new tattoos when Joe looked at Steven and said “What the fuck were you thinking? Branding?” Steven laughed, saying “It seemed like a good idea at the time, I hate needles. Now I know better. But at least it will be different than everyone else’s.”

In the beginning I was scared, and lonely , it was the early nineties, and I had just been told, “ your test came back reactive, you’re positive for HIV” I was a bit shattered as many could relate too, although not really all that surprised, I had been slutting around, most of the time unprotected. I enjoyed the feeling of having cum deposited in my love canal. I had decided I was not going to let this virus define me though and although I cut back drastically on my sexual encounters, I began living my life as if the disease didn’t exist or determine my life choices. Sure I took the meds given to me and was pretty faithful to the schedule, that was until the county decided their case load was too big and lowered the maximum that a person could make to qualify for assistance. It was either quit my low paying job or stop receiving aid from the county/state. I soon ran out of meds and discontinued seeing the doctors since I now fell through the safety net and couldn’t afford medical insurance on my own, besides I felt great I was young and strong, and it felt like the AZT was actually doing more damage than good. I started hooking up with other POZ guys and the sex was good, my last test indicated a T cell count of around 650 and my viral load was almost undetectable. I was less lonely and it seemed like I was fucking and being fucked multiple times a week, life was improving, as were the job prospects, being a college student brought forth many possibilities for partners and my life looked to be heading in the right direction. In all the hustle and bustle of college life, I finally found someone who didn’t give a fuck that I was POZ and returned my love, wanting to share my life. After graduation I found a good job with benefits and we decided it was time to get me back in the medical system, just in time, my test came back with 27 T cells and a viral load in the millions, I began to think of all the tricks I must have infected unknowingly, it turned me on and as the doctors started me on the newest med cocktail, we doubled our efforts of POZZING my partner so he could travel this road with me, we fucked twice a day some weeks, to no avail though he never sero-converted. Fast forward to the present a couple months ago, My partner and I have had a open relationship for most of the time we have been together, he knows of my activities and even encourages me to go out and fulfill my desires he cannot or will not participate in, one of those things is Gifting and chasing the bug. His name was Jake and he was only 19, but he had decided from reading stories like this that he wanted to chase the virus, he wanted HIV and possibly even AIDS. I told him up front I was POZ with a possible high viral load, since the doc was changing meds on me but wanted the old meds to be clear of my system before starting the new ones. It had been since Christmas since I had ingested any meds and I was pretty sure I was toxic. He wasn’t the first to approach me with the idea of shooting my toxic seed into his body, I had four other guys looking to hook up and get impregnated, but he was close by and wanted to meet up, I figured he would be like the rest who rode the fence, and generally chickened out at the last minute. Jake actually showed up on time and looking really sexy at 5’7” and maybe 130# he was hot, lightly furred cub, for whom I instantly started getting boned for. I opened the door and pulled him in, planting my lips to his, but not exchanging spit, We stopped in the Kitchen after making out as I pulled him into the Apartment, I asked him to open wide as I swabbed the inside of his cheek with a oral-quick test. I checked the test after twenty minutes of making out with him, and quizzing him on wanting to be POZ, then I brought him back into the bedroom and undressed him, laid him back on the bed, Checked the Swab, sure enough unreactive, made me rock hard, I began making out with him. He moaned into my mouth as I fondled his ass, he slid down and started licking my precum from the piss slit, turning around till his ass was easily obtainable. I began probing his hole with my fingers, dry to start then adding some spit to ease entry for me, I scraped the tender walls with my finger nails as I alternated between rimming his hole and fingering it to open him up. When I was able to work three fingers into his hole and rotate them to rough up the passage, I dipped in with my tongue, tasting a mixture of ass mucus and blood, I turned him around and impaled him on my 7 inch cock in one push, I might not be extremely long but I am thicker than average. Jake screeched out and immediately tried to make me pull out, but being larger than him I held him in place, feeling his ass pulsate around my may pole drew me closer than I would have like to be. As the convulsions in his colon subsided, I slid my cock out to the head, then punched back in, his hole was beginning to loosen as well as produce ample mucus for lubricant so he was soon moaning as I pumped in and out of his boycunt “So you want to be daddies’ cumdump, boy” “Yeah Daddy fill me with your cum” “What you want son?” “I Want Daddies cum in my boi hole” “What you want in your hole?” “I want your Poz cum in me” “You sure you want Daddies toxic babies in you?” “Yeah knock me up make me your Poz baby incubator” The boy was begging for it and I could feel it boiling up in my nut sack then traversing into my cock, drooling the first load into Jakes Neg hole, not letting on I had just given him the first dose of my poison I continued to pound in and out of his hole building to my second climax, I started pounding into him harder “You sure you want daddies toxic load, last chance to escape your fate? “Yah daddy give me your toxic cum, please don’t pull out, I’ve waited so long to get pozzed” “Aw fu…uuu….cccc….kkk yeah giving you my toxic see, making you my Poz son” With that I shot my load deep into Jake’s gut, six spurts from my cock, the boy was doomed. I left my cock in his ass and jerked him off while I slowly deflated inside him. We chatted some then he had to go play barista. A week or so passed by and I noticed he hadn’t been on-line, I waited a couple more days the messaged him on A4A, just inquiring how he was doing, no reply, I waited a week or so more and still no reply. Just another one night fuck and you never hear from them again, usually they block you or disappear altogether but Jake was still active , yet seemed to be avoiding me. I figured WHATEVER, then about a month and a half after our fling I get a message “You free to talk? I get off at 6 if you could stop by and pick me up” He had confided in me where he worked when we were talking after the great sex so I said I’d see him at six

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

Blonde And Stupid – Two Christian Boys Dragged Down (Part 01) Blonde And Stupid – Two Christian Boys Dragged Down (Part 01) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Ryan and Ben met each other on the internet. They were both 18 years old and looked for companionship, since they were both still in the closet. They talked about their dreams, their school, about their sexual fantasies and about their families. It is not easy to come out, if you were raised under Christian guides. Both families were heavily engaged in their churches. There was no way to just come out and tell them ‘Hey Mom and Dad…. I have to die…. I’m just kidding…. I won’t die. I am only gay.’ Both parents would have probably said, it would be better that their sons were dead instead. Ryan lived in Macon (Georgia), while Ben was from Rome (Georgia). After chatting for a few days, they planned to meet in ‘real life’ in Atlanta. It wasn’t that easy, because Ben had no car. He had to borrow it from his mother. Ryan’s parents bought their son a car, when he turned 18. The two guys could have been brothers. They laughed about it, when they first met. Both teens had blue eyes. Both were blonde. While Ben had curly long hair, Ryan had a nice sidecut. Both twinks were around 5,6 feet tall and were quite slim. And even sexually they were both totally bottom guys. They couldn’t even think about sticking the own cock into someone else’s orifice. They would rather fantasize about jocks, passing them by on the streets of Atlanta. Or classmates they had, who were captain of the football team. They even managed to connect their families, by telling them, they both met on an interschool scientific project. And since both boys were totally alike, and were both from Christian families, the parents would allow overnight stays. On one of those ‘week-end’ occasions, the two friends surfed together on the internet. They were logged into a gay dating portal and browsed through the pictures and ads. “Here…. look at this. Gang-Bang Atlanta Bottoms Wanted….” Ryan pointed at the screen. They opened the profile and saw some pictures of different sized cocks. So far so good, they thought. Both admired the different shapes and sizes and expressed both, that they would love to get fucked by these guys. The profile stated 8 tops and 1 bottom were looking for other participants. Ryan had a raging hard on and Ben also massaged his cock underneath his jeans. They just left the profile, when a message popped up on their screen. BioHazard1 asked if the guys would like to get their asses fucked by eight BioHazard Tops. Ryan replied ‘That would be great. We both would love to be hammered by your big cocks’ *he wrote the message, without Ben’s approval and hit the ‘sent’ button* Ben laughed out loud, when he saw, what his pal was offering. BioHazard1 sent another message and demanded some pictures, since the their profile had none. Both boys discussed, if they should send their pictures to the guys. They agreed to send a fake picture from the internet, to keep the horny game going, but in the meanwhile another message appeared on the screen. Biohazard1 said ‘We could use Skype and sent the address needed.’ “Oh oh… and now?” Ben said and slapped his friend playfully over the head. “We could open the cam and turn it around for a while. I would love to see those cocks” Ryan pouted. Ben was the scared and shook his head. He wouldn’t hold his face into the cam. He got up instead and left the range. Ryan was a little bit more cocky and sent a request, with his cam turned to the wall. On the screen another room went alight. Four jocks were sitting in front of the cam. They were cheering and yelling at them, smiling into the camera. Then one guy asked, why the cam stayed dark. “That’s such a bullshit. If you want to fake stuff, then look for other guys. We are serious about meeting, you little fuck. You are probably….” he couldn’t finish the sentence, because Ryan turned the cam into his direction now. Why did he do that? Maybe he just wanted to show, that he was for real. Maybe he wanted prolong the chat, while watching the guys on the other side. Now that they saw Ryan they hollered again. “Fuck – you are hot. Where is your friend?” “He is shy and standing further away. Ben, come back here. It is only fair, that they see you, since we can see them” Ryan begged his friend. Ben rolled with his eyes and walked back to his seat. Another four guys came into view. You couldn’t see all the handsome faces, now that almost all guys were in front of the cam. When they saw Ben they freaked out even more. “When can you be here? We want to rip your asses apart” the same guy said. He stood up and held his dick into the cam, which was such a fat cock. It reminded Ryan of a huge coke can. “How big is it?” Ryan asked. “Nine inches! Come and try it out. I will make it fit…” the guy growled. “We’re in Macon right now and it is quite late” Ben mentioned. “Fuck that – come here at once. We need guys like you offering their pussies. Come and be happy with our dicks… that’s what you need you FAGGOTS.” “Are you two brothers?” another jock asked. “No – just friends, but we are both totally submissive. We love to bottom. Do we have to fuck also?” Ben wanted to know. “If you want to get hammered only, it is fine with us. Just bring your bodies to us and we will do the rest” the others cheered. “So we would be three bottoms?” Ryan played on with the game. “Fuck that old slag here. We will kick him out if you two dolls are coming. We really want to fuck you bad….” Both twinks were already massaging their bumps in their jeans. “Show us your assholes faggots. Turn around and show us your hole…. BITCHES” several guys yelled and showed their bare penises. “CUNT CUNT CUNT….” they shouted out loud. Ryan stood up and turned around, while opening his jeans. “Are you serious?” Ben was totally shocked. “You can’t really show your….” he continued but was too late. Ryan moved the chair away and lowered his pants and briefs. He pulled his cheeks apart and showed his virgin asshole. Because of his fair and blonde appearance he almost didn’t have any hair around his pucker. You could hear loud cheering form the speakers, before the sound and the picture stopped. Ben had disconnected the streaming. “Are you totally nuts? Your parents are sleeping downstairs. Do you want us to be killed?” you could see he was really agitated. Ryan was still standing there bare assed. His face was totally red and all of a sudden he felt also ashamed of his actions. He pulled his pants back on and sat down in silence. “I am sorry… but I felt so horny and these guys are so cool. Did you see the sizes of their cocks? We should be in Atlanta and not here. Oh man – this sucks!” Ryan answered. Suddenly the guys heard another signal. A new message came in from Biohazard1. ‘Hey – what happened? Where have you gone?’ Both guys just stared at the screen. Biohazard1: ‘Are you scared?’ “Are we going to answer them?” Ryan asked. Ben didn’t react. “Look – if we just run away, then this might happen over and over again. And I don’t want to run. I want to get fucked…” Ryan sighed. “Ok…. answer then” Ben nodded. ‘Yes we are scared’ Ryan replied. ‘What is your status then? Do you know?’ Biohazard1 wanted to know. Ryan and Ben didn’t understand the real meaning of the question. ‘We are both still in the closet. That is our status. Our parents do not know that we are gay and we never met other guys for sex. We didn’t even fuck each other, because we are both strictly bottom.’ Ryan wrote honestly. ‘So you are both virgins?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Never had a cock in your ass or mouth?’ Biohazard1 replied. ‘We are totally new to this… I mean I know where it should go in and what it does there, but I am not so sure about Ben though’ Ryan hit the ‘send’ button and laughed. Ben gave his thigh a knock and both friends laughed. ‘We respect your virginity and understand your fear. But it would be cool for us, if you could decide to keep the contact to us.’ Biohazard1 answered. Both lads couldn’t see the guys on the other side anymore. If they would have seen them, they would have doubted the honesty of those words. “Fuck…. fuck…. they are virgins. We need to get our toxic junk into them… come on, write something nice. Don’t fucking lose them” some guys whispered to the one, who called himself Biohazard1. ‘I am not talking about the sexual aspect here. Although we would answer you those questions too. But it seems to us, that you need some assistance. Some sort of guidance – maybe from guys who are a bit older than you and have some experience already.’ “What do you think” Ryan asked Ben. “They sure looked like horny jocks, but I think we could really need some help to get out of this hole” Ben sighed. ‘We would love to keep the contact. We got you on Skype. Maybe you would like to talk to us tomorrow?’ Ryan suggested. ‘We would love that too. Have a good night then’ ‘Good night and May God Bless you all.’ That was the second, when Biohazard1 shot a load all over his keyboard. They would drag those Christian boys down. All the way…

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

Note: Parts of this story are quite true, although the names and locations have been changed. Part One: A bit about myself, I grew up in the Deep South in a very religious household. The day that I turned 18 I came out to my parents (making damn sure there was no chance of a trip to the "pray the gay away " camp). My father, being a deacon in the Baptist Church and a pillar of the community promptly told me to leave. Fortunately, my grandparents were more understanding and allowed me to stay with them until I finished high school. It was during this four month period that I made my first trip to Atlanta and managed to get into a gay bar with a fake ID. Now mind you, this was before the internet was around (1994) commonly, so simply finding a gay bar was a challenge, much less driving three hours each way to go to one. But my rock hard teen dick thought I was up to the task. I managed to convince my grandparents that I was going to see some cousins in another area of the state and left for Atlanta right after school that Friday in February. When I got to Atlanta at 7 that evening it took me another hour to find the bar I was looking for (the name starts with an "E"). I had no idea what to expect, which when I got there wasn't much considering that it was only 8 on a Friday night, but I presented my ID to the doorman, who I'm sure knew was fake, and was let in. I finally worked up enough courage to ask for a beer and then asked the bartender about the crowd. Looking me up and down, he replied "Should be busy later," and left it at that. That "later" never seemed to come. Bored out of my mind, I struck up a conversation with an older gentleman who quickly figured out that I was new meat and totally innocent. He convinced me to wait, and gruffly told me to quit looking at guys directly into their eyes unless I planned on going home with them later. So I waited, and sure enough about 11 the place started to get packed. I was like a kid in a candy shop! So many hot guys, like nothing I had ever experienced before, many of them in leather. I scanned the scene, and two guys, prolly not much older really caught my eyes. They were wearing leather head to toe, both were about my size at 6'2 and around 200 pounds. But holy fuck, it was clear they were built like a brick shit house. Working up my courage, and aided by the few beers I'd had, I walked over to talk to them. The dark haired guy was named Rocky and the blonde was Alex. They were both city boys from Atlanta and were intrigued by this innocent looking Alabama farm kid. We exchanged small talk, and noticing that I was out of beer, Alex asked if I wanted another. Five minutes later he shows up with not only three beers for us, but shots as well. Coming from a dry county, and from a family that never even had liquor in the house, this was really going to put me over the top, but I partook anyhow. After a bit, Rocky looked at me and asked if I wanted to hit the dance floor. I answered back with something about "not knowing how." I didn't want to be the dead weight, so I decided to go outside to the patio for some air. Not five minutes later, they were both out with me. " I'm just nervous, since this is the first time I've ever been in a gay bar" I explained. "You're not 21 either, are you?" Asked Rocky. I affirmed that his assumption was correct. "Here, I have something that will help you to relax" he said, handing me an ecstasy pill. Not knowing what it was, and being so nervous and naive, I took the whole thing. Suddenly, the lights were going up and I realized it must be closing time. Fuck, where had the time gone? I was experiencing feeling like I never had before, every touch sent shivers through me. Then that little voice in the back of my head went, "Oh shit, I am fucked up, I have no hotel room, and what the fuck am I gonna do?" So, I ran up to Rocky and Alex, both of whom quickly surmised that the farm kid needed somewhere to stay for the night. Little did I know this had been the plan for them all along. "Sure, you can crash with us, but we have to make a stop on the way home first." Not much I could do but agree. We walked to their car, with both assuring me that my truck would be fine over night, and left. While Alex drove, Rocky offered me a few hits off of a joint to help me calm down a bit from the E. We drove for what seemed like forever in my warped drug-hazed mind, but it was in reality no more that fifteen minutes and stopped at a rather large house. "Wanna come with us, or sit out in the cold?" Rocky asked. I decided to come in. Damn, this place was nice...I sat with Alex in the living room while Rocky went with the guy, who was pretty damn hot to be old enough to be my father. A few minutes later Rocky came back with the guy, nodded to Alex and we left. When we got to their place, a rather cramped apartment, they threw some porn on the TV on got comfortable. I was a bit nervous to say the least... Sensing my nervousness, Alex asked if I wanted to smoke another joint. Nodding to him, he handed me a whole joint and told me to relax. After four or five hits and ten minutes had gone by, I was stoned off my ass. Both Alex and Rocky were jerking their cocks by this point. Rocky was a nice eight inches and average thickness, but holy shit, Alex was a solid ten inches and as thick as a beer can. I couldn't keep my eyes off them. "Boy seems to like cock" Alex said to Rocky, "Yeh, but does he know what to do with one?" Rocky responded. Rocky told me to get down and give him head. I did the best I could, but there was no way I could blow him and not gag, but damnit, I wanted that cock so bad. "Should we get him the special boy medicine?" I heard Alex say, "Fuck yeh, I think this pig is eager to learn." Rocky responded. Rocky told me to stand up and a minute later Alex returned with a glass pipe. Rocky told me that some guys who are just starting out sometimes need some help to reach their potential. "Do you want some help?" "Sure," I responded. "Hold the stem and when you see some smoke coming from the hole start to inhale on the pipe, and I want you to take four big hits." I nodded with eager anticipation. After the third hit I felt like every hair on my body was standing on end. By the time I exhaled the fourth hit, I was in heaven. Rocky and Alex sat back down, both stroking their cocks slowly, with some nice beads of pre-cum leaking out. Rocky motioned for me to come back over and get between his legs, which I eagerly did. "Now get back down and slobber on that cock like you fucking mean it," he said. I went straight for the root, non-stop. Seconds later it dawned on me that I was deep throating another dude balls deep and loving it. About five minutes later I heard Alex say that he thought I was ready for more. "Get up and follow Alex," which I reluctantly did. I was sort of surprised at how fast I had taken to cock sucking, but didn't realize how fucked up I was, nor that I was about to get a lot more fucked up. Alex led me to the bathroom and showed me how to use the enema kit, "I don't want no shit on my cock, bro" and told me to holler when the bag was empty. After 3 clean outs, the bag was empty and so was I, so I hollered for Alex to come back. I was expecting a towel but instead he brought a half gallon of syrupy golden brown liquid and refilled the bag. "On your knees" he told me. Quickly complying, I felt the nozzle going much deeper in me than I had gone before. "Gonna run this whole bag into ya bro, gonna feel a slight burn, but it'll help ya get ready for later. Don't let it out until I tell ya." With that he opened the clamp and walked out. Holy shit was I getting uncomfortable from the burn and the fullness. Then, like a ton of bricks hit me I was sweating like I was in a desert and fuck I was feeling even better than before if that was even possible. A few minutes later, both Rocky and Alex returned. "Holy fuck, that is one fucked up pig boy," said Rocky. I was so spun I couldn't see straight. Alex removed the nozzle, "Stand up and push that out," he said. Standing wasn't going to happen without some serious help. Both guys got me up and I pushed the chem piss out while Alex reloaded the bag with water. This time Rocky stayed with me and helped to get the chem piss cleaned out. He handed me a jock, "really oughta cover that shriveled boy clit ya got there up." That was when I realized my dick was literally the smallest I think I had ever seen it. Normally, hard it was a solid seven inches, but he'll tonight, go all nights, it had gone on vacation. On the way to their bedroom, Rocky explained to me that sometimes when a guy takes medicine to overcome his fears, it puts his dick to sleep, "But don't worry, you won't need it anyway." I crawled into bed while Alex and Rocky watched. Alex put some extra pillows under my head and crawled behind me, "Give me your ankles," he said. Rocky lined his cock up to my hole, and with nothing but some spit for lube, was balls deep in an instant. I was in pain, but loving every minute of it. He was patient and took his time, taking a good half hour to nut in my formerly virgin ass. Alex wasn't, he used Rocky's cum for lube and rammed it home as hard and fast as he could. It only took him five minutes or so to nut. Looking up at Rocky, he said, "I think the boy has some potential for dad," "Oh hell yeh" was Rock's reply. I had no idea what they were talking about. I was too mesmerized by the constant leakage of my cock. Rocky looked down, saw me playing with and grabbed my hand. "Let it leak, that's all a t dick is good for anyway, and besides its hot" he said. Grabbing a butt plug, Alex plugged me and they left me to rest for a bit.

Still a little new to all of this, so sorry if the story sucks. But its something I fantasize about so here it is. Cole had a very high sex drive and was usually a top. He is also very inexperenced when it comes to sex as he has only had sex with his boyfriend. This day how ever his boyfriend was in a rush and wanted to have a quickie with Cole on bottom. He quickly slid in using only spit and came deep inside of Cole very fast loading him up, giving him a kiss, and walking out the door. Cole was not satisfied at all by this. He was still feeling extremely horny. So he decided to be a little adventurous and checked around online for hookup sites. Eventually, he discovered that Craigslist has ads for just that and found one of a bottom cumdump listing a blackroom - just walk in, dump a load, and leave. This turned Cole on big time so he messaged and got the address. This of course being his first time with another person, he grabbed some condoms and headed over. When he got there he was extremely nervous but even more horny. He walked in the door and was surprised to see a few guys already pounding the bottom. This turned him on more than he had ever been. He dropped his pants and put his condom on excited for his turn. After a few grunts and hearing the current top saying to take his load Cole quickly moved into position cutting in line though he didnt realize it. He lined up and went in all in one thrust. He was surprised how easy it was and how slick the bottom was. He was loving every second and got so into it that he bent over wraping his arms around the bottom pounding harder and harder. Unfortunately he didn't notice this revealed his boyfriends cum which was now leaking out of his hole. The other tops didn't either that is until another guy walked in and light filled the room for a brief second. The man next in line just so happen to see so he decided since it should have been his turn now anyways he was gonna get his load into someone. He lined up his precum-covered cock to Cole’s hole and during Cole's outward thrust pushed the head straight in with nothing but cum as lube. This surprised Cole and brought him back to reality. "Hey I'm not a bottom - top only man," Cole said. "Okay okay! I'm just trying to stay hard and since you cut me in line. I figured its only right." "No man, I'm sorry im not a bottom." "Well what if I just use the tip until your done?" Cole thought for a second and agreed but only if he wore a condom and went back to fucking the bottom. The guy walked over to grab a condom when the newest guy whispered, "Who does that prick think he is cutting and then giving demands? Here just open the rubber and pretend to put it on he wont notice." So the guy did just that which made him leak a shit ton of precum which he used as more lube and poked his tip back into Cole's ass. He let out a moan as Cole worked the bottoms hole and his raw cock head. After about 5 min of this the guy couldn't take it anymore and started pushing deeper. When Cole tried to stop him the second guy grabed him from the side holding him down and covering his mouth. "He isnt going anywhere. Load the bitch up!" "Oh hell yeah," the guy said and went balls deep forcing Cole to let out a muffled screem as he came from the excitment tensing his ass and filling his condom. This only made his rapist fuck even harder "Fuck yeah, I'm about to cum and add to your already filled hole! Fuck yeah, dont think I don't know you’re cock slut. Let me give you what all cock sluts want - my charged up load! Here you go! Ahhhhh fuck yeah, take my seed!" And with that he pulled out. The second guy let go of Cole "Dude, what the fuck? I told you I didn't want to bottom," Cole started to yell at the first guy. The bottom who was turned on with a raging hard on flipped over to see what was going on. The second guy grabbed Cole and shoved his face into the bottoms crotch. "Shut up and suck that dick, cock slut! We aren’t done yet. There's still more guys to satisfy! Im about to show you how a real man fucks!" He shoved his full thick raw 8 inches balls deep in one thrust. "We’re gonna turn you into a real cumdump"

BB is already the norm, all the college boys I hook up with and fuck rarely ask about status and always just assume that we're gonna fuck bare

WOW, hot. The closest I got into somebody's ass like that was 'fingering' a porn-star (still don't know his name, just see his pic in porn pics now and then) whom I never even talked to on the dance-floor at RAGE in West Hollywood... just pressing up against each other shirtless with me down his delicious ass-crack... he didn't flinch, just looked me straight in the eyes and let me do slip my paws into his juicy, well-conditioned ass-cunt, first one finger then more... I was so turned on, especially when I later smelled 'fresh man-cunt' on my fingers! It didn't take spit or force, he came apparently prepared for 'random penetration'... and was ready to play. Clueless me missed my clue! Only learned 'guys DO BAREBACK' on the dance-floors YEARS later! I have a hardcore pervy friend who has been poz for many years. He confided (years after the fact) he tried to breed me once (and 'MARK me with his DNA') on the dance-floor in Memphis and got THIS CLOSE, he said as I was apparently 'rolling'! I don't recall his attention nor had any idea a 'stealther' was apparently already dripping charged pre-cum for me. He said it was another night when I was shirtless, 'your pierced nipples turned me on, I figured you'd take dick like a champ'. Apparently I was going commando in denims and had teased some guys dancing with the button-fly half undone letting my shaved crotch show, then making out with a random pack of what must have been 'gay frat guys' from Missouri... he said 'you wouldn't have been the first , btw, I have bred a lot of guys on that Backstreet dance-floor... no formalities, no names, guys just let me slip it right in' without anybody even seeing it. He said he 'didn't have to HUMP THEM as just feeling their moist 'man-pussies' triggered his nut almost on cue... holding them tight, pumping his charged load deep inside them. I had never heard anybody talk like and the 'predatory stealther' thing was disturbing yet... since I told him I had 'been converted' I was strangely turned on, thinking... 'man, that could have been me', tagged by a 'predator'. But he reminded me I was apparently 'still a prude back then, too wily like a virgin at a prison rodeo and off with the pretty boys'. He said he came up later in the lounge and brought me a bottle of water and struck up a conversation, still hoping to TAG ME WITH HIS DNA. But then some other guys 'pulled me away' and I got 'off the hook'. No telling what might have happened! He now calls me a 'brother' who has FINALLY join the 'brotherhood'... I told him he is more then 'welcum' to relive his sleazy fantasy in the 'treehouse' of a local bar when he comes through town... hopefully with some bros watching!

I like it al lot when the guy I'm fucking moans. (not to load though, for the neighbors sake)

Nice story as I took my first fist at 19 wile I was slammed up.

I tend to be a fairly quiet top, but I'm trying to be more vocal. I like my bottoms to moan/grunt and tell me how good my dick feels inside them. I don't like them to be too pushy/demanding...I'll fuck you harder when I want to fuck you harder. And while I like a good daddy/boy scene in terms of me being a hairy cub daddy type fucking a twinkish younger bottom, if the bottom gets too much into the "daddy fuck me" or "is my boyhole tight, daddy?" kind of talk, it gets annoying.

Maybe you got herpes and that is the reason for nerve pain? Get checked.

Once while on vacation in LA. A guy who worked in the hotel was on breeding zone. He gave me loads for 6 nights of my 7 night visit.

If I think about cum in the morning, then I want it; If I get it, then I want more; if I get fucked, then I want a gang; When I am in a gang bang, I want it to last forever, but then the club closes and I can only be thankful for all the cocks and cum I received.

Went to my family xmas party last night. All the usual relatives, cept I met my niece's new bf. He's 26, short, beefy, and has a long red beard. I was hard most of the night just looking at this fine redneck fella. Now my whole family knows I'm gay so that's a non issue. About ten pm, the beer is getting low, so I offer to go get some, mainly so I can enjoy my pipe without having to stand outside for 30 minutes. Anyways, Mike (the red beard) says he'll ride along as well to help, and off we go. I'm driving and smoking my pipe, and Mike is chatting non-stop and asking me all about my pipe smoking. I'm buzzed and since he knows I'm gay I'm comfortable telling him I really love smoking my pipe when I'm getting head. He laughs a bit, so I say I was just being honest, and proceed to really smoke up the cabin of my truck. He says again how much he's enjoying the smell of my pipe, and I reach over and stroke his beard a couple times, telling him it's impressive. He lets me stroke it a bit, sighs and grows really quiet. Sexual tension goes thru the roof. I ask him if he'd like for me to pull over for a few minutes, and he nods yes. I drive into a parking lot of an abandoned gas station, unbuckle my seat belt, and pull out my cock, stroking it a bit and waving it at him. I place my hand on his neck and guide him down to my cock, and he began sucking me like an old pro. I just lay back, guiding his head up and down, telling him to suck daddy's cock. I nut within three minutes, sending my three day load down his throat, and he swallowed every drop. He keeps sucking and licking til I'm soft, and finally I tell him good job, now let's get that beer. On way back to house, I get his phone number, and told him I wanted more from him if he is interested. He said absolutely, and he also wants me to show him how to smoke a pipe. I laughed and said its a deal.

Dan whistled with approval at the volume of white clouds that passed through my lips. “Damn boy that second hit was even larger than your first, you should start to feel great soon” Dan exclaimed as he moved beside me on the bed. He grabbed the glass pipe from me and held it up to his own lips. I began to look around the room and was amazed at the feeling I was experiencing. I was happy, excited, hyper, giddy... the emotions seemed endless. The flickering of the torch snapped me back to reality as I watched Dan exhale the largest stream of smoke I had ever seen. The clouds seemed to take up the entire room, and the smell was intoxicating. “Here I want to try something with you again” purred Dan as he relit the bowl. As soon as the liquid was formed, the smoke began to swirl around the bulb of the pipe. Dan inhaled for what seemed like an eternity before he put the pipe down beside him on a wet washcloth. Without any notice he grabbed my face with both hands, and he pressed his lips against my own. I opened my mouth to kiss him, and in that moment I felt him blowing the smoke into my waiting mouth. It was so intoxicating feeling the warm air entering my body, and I inhaled deeply, being mindful to not waste a single cloud of Dan’s offering. Dan released his lip lock, and whispered for me to hold it in for as a long as I could. Dan stood in front of me and unzipped his shorts and fished his hardening cock out of the fly. At that moment I couldn’t hold onto the smoke any longer, and as I began exhaling the purest white cloud I had ever experienced, Dan aimed his large cock right at my awaiting mouth. Simultaneously as I released the last of the smoke, Dans thick cock found it’s way down my throat. I couldn’t believe how much of it I was able to swallow. I had never been able to take this much cock before. My tongue began to swirl along the shaft as his cock head probed deeper and deeper. I gagged as he finally forced all of his length inside of me, and I felt his large balls grazing my chin. I was in absolute heaven. The sensation of my head spinning, the feeling of accomplishment knowing I had taken all of Dan’s monster dick down my throat, and now there was a stirring in my own body as my cock began to harden. I reached my hand down along my shaft and grazed my balls as my pointer finger went straight to my waiting hole. I was shaking with pleasure as my fingers began to circle my hole. It felt moist to the touch probably from the warmth my body was experiencing, and just as I was about to plunge my finger deep inside me, Dan’s hand forcefully yanked my hand out of from in front of me. “Oh no Boy that hole belongs to me, I want dibs on having you experience your first penetration high on tina. With that I stood up, unsteady on my feet, and I fell back into Dan. “Whoa Corey” Dan laughed as he grabbed me by both arms and sat me back on the bed. He stood up in front of me and in the moment I finally got to behold his cock in all its glory. To say it was huge was an understatement. It was about 8 inches long, but the girth is what shocked me. It had a large mushroom head and the body of the wide penis curved back like a half moon. It got thicker as it curved, and at its base it was too large for my hand to even encompass. I was in awe that this thing was even able to get passed my lips, much less down my throat. I lurched forward and began to stroke his hardening cock with a frenzy. I wanted this cock, I needed it. It was so warm to the touch, and soft, and firm... the sensations were overwhelming and my hunger reached a fevered pace. I bent forward and opened my mouth, but Dan stepped backwards avoiding my embrace. “Oh no no no, you promised me a show, so get over to the closet and pick out a few pairs of briefs for daddy. Defeated I stood up and walked to the mound of underwear. I bent forward giving Dan a nice view of my ass, and even spread my cheeks apart giving him a sneak peak of my pink hole. I chose a few pairs and entered the closet shutting the door. I slipped on a pair of green boxer briefs, and they felt snug against my stiffened cock. I bounded out from my makeshift dressing room to find Dan sitting on the bed stroking his cock. It was glistening with precum and I had the sudden urge to drop to my knees right there in front of him, but instead I decided to walk his bedroom like it was a runway. I strut from one side to the other before I stopped right in front of my impressed host. I bent down again and Dan gave my ass a little slap as I walked back to the closet. “Try on something blue, that’s my fave color” so I obliged Dan and chose a blue speedo style brief. I emerged again and this time Dan had widened his leg positioning, and he took up practically the entire side of the bed. This man was so large, his muscles looked so firm and chiseled, and in contrast to my own thin body, he was about two of me. I decided this time to walk up and place my knees on either side of his body. I straddled him and his face was about eye level to my chest, and I swayed around giving him a seductive show. I lingered ... pressing against his firm body for a parting moment, and I dismounted the bed and walked back to make my next selection. As I bent down to look over my choices, Dan growled “Corey, baby try on a jockstrap for me, I want to see that hot ass of yours in one of those!” I surveyed the options and chose a cellblock jock that was black with white mesh accents. Seeing the contrast of the white against my tan skin pleased me. I knew this would drive Dan crazy. I turned around as I adjusted the straps in the back to cradle each of my cheeks as intended, and I came face to face with Dan. As I stood there he towered over me. He reached down and spun me back around so I was facing away from him. He slowly began kissing my neck and down my back, and before long he was kneeling down while forcing me to bend over. Dan started by spreading my ass cheeks apart, and he buried his face between them. I could feel his warm breath along my crack, and I felt his wet tongue begin to probe at my hole. It sent shockwaves up and down my entire body. My hole had never been this sensitive before. Every passing flick from Dan‘s tongue caused me to buckle with pure ecstasy. I could barely keep my balance as I braced myself by placing both hands on the floor in front of me. I was moaning loudly as I felt Dan start to circle my hole with his large finger. I was practically not breathing while I anticipated his touch, I need him, I needed to feel something inside me. The passion was overwhelming and as he entered my tight sphincter I lost all control. My knees buckled, my eyes saw pure white, my body went limp, and I fell back against Dan’s own body. “Whoa buddy are you ok?” Dan purred, but all I could do was moan loudly and sing with satisfaction. I had never felt anything better in my life. Never had I ever experienced the kind of sheer bliss that my body was being given. I wanted this moment to last forever, I wanted to be here with Dan, with his body pressed against mine for all eternity. As I regained my composure I felt Dan’s cock graze my hole, and that caused him to howl with pleasure. “Damn Corey your hole is amazing. It is incredible, you feel so warm and soft” and before Dan could finish his thought, I blurted out “it’s yours Dan, oh god yes, please I need fucked so badly, please I have never wanted anything more in my life. Fuck me, please fuck me!”

cumming in.my cunt is only way ☺

As a bottom I don't care who needs to fuck and fill my ass--that's what I'm here for. I have a sorta regular fb that texts me when he wants to fuck raw ass and I try to accommodate him whenever it is. He's a big black guy, average dick that shoots big loads and hardly talks, not good looking, grizzly bear hairy body. What little conversation there is amounts to being called his bitch . I wait door unlocked on all 4's ass to the door. He walks in, maybe I suck him hard, then he just slides in like it's his. "fuckin' take it" when he cums leaning all his weight on my back dick throbbing. He walks out, sends me a text from a nearby bar usually asking me to send a photo of my wet used asshole. I'm told to hold his load in all night, sometimes he returns to put another telling me how nasty my wet ass is, just being a bitch taking his babies. Wish he came by more often. Best thing being bigger is I'm totally controlled by him.

Part 19 - A Side Job Mark and Eric were sitting at home sipping a glass of wine when a message popped up on Mark’s phone. He quickly took a look. He had been waiting all day for a word from Joe and Aaron. It was from Paul. “Want to earn some easy money?” Mark responded “Uh, oh. how?” Paul sent back “Got a client who wants tops 2 breed him and partner. $1k each for 2 hrs. u and eric want to join me?” Mark shook his head and asked Eric if he was up for it. Eric said “Fuck no.” Mark picked up the phone and started typing “Sorry, Eric says no” and right before he hit send, Eric said “Well, maybe.” They talked about it for a few minutes and Mark called Paul to get more info. Paul answered all of his questions like he was buying a refrigerator - very business like. He got Paul’s address and explained to Eric “It’s a last minute gig he got. We’re to wear nice casual clothes, the client is very rich. Both the client and the partner are neg and want to get filled with unmedicated poz cum. It’s a one night fuck and we are gone, no fuck until they convert, unless they hire us again. Paul thinks we can breed each guy once, so they each get three toxic loads in them. We need to be there at 9 pm, so we have to get ready now.” They quickly showered, dressed, grabbed a backpack of toys and drove over and picked Paul up at his apartment, which was definitely not your normal student housing. It was an upscale apartment complex with pools, tennis courts, gym, etc. Paul had his gym bag, but instead of a stripper outfit inside it had a variety of sex toys, bondage cuffs, ropes, blindfolds. It was stuffed full. Paul gave each of them a viagra and they shared a bottle of water to wash it down. Mark drove over a few suburbs and pulled into the driveway at the client’s address and was amazed at the sizes of the mansions. Paul called the client to let them know they were at the front gate and soon the gate opened. He drove up to the front of the house and parked next to a new Ferrari. They walked to the front door and before they could knock the door opened. Standing before them in a monogrammed bathrobe was an athletic middle aged guy, Mark guessed early fifties, with a full head of salt and pepper hair. He had a simple but large diamond stud earring in each ear and a couple rings on each hand. The man looked the three of them over and said “You look absolutely delicious. Please come in.” They followed the man down a hallway to a staircase, down the staircase to a lower level and down another hall to a door. Mark thought “I hope I can remember how to get out of here if this goes bad.” The man said “Gary is waiting in the playroom here. Across the hall here is a room you can remove and put your clothes in. Oh, how rude. I am Greg. I hope you will try your best to make sure our future isn’t so negative. We only have a few limits - no permanent marks, no broken bones, no scat and no pictures. Discretion is required. I hope that is acceptable.” Paul looked at Mark and Eric and they nodded and he said “Yes it is.” The man pulled out an envelope and handed it to Paul and said “I will be in the playroom, please join us when you’re ready.” He opened the playroom door and walked in as Mark, Eric and Paul went into the other room. Paul quickly counted the money and smiled. $3000. He handed Eric and Mark their share and started to undress. Mark whispered in Paul’s ear “I have a special PA that I just got, should I wear it?” and showed him the mace balled PA he got when visiting Joe. Paul grinned and nodded. Mark finished undressing and swapped the ring in his cock yelling “Ow!” as he tightened the ball on the ring. He put on a leather harness and put his boots back on. Paul was naked except for two wide leather bracelets with biohazard symbols sewn onto them. Eric was dressed like Mark, with leather boots and a black leather harness. Eric looked at the new PA in Mark’s cock and said “oh my fucking god, you are going to rip them up.” Paul agreed and said “Just fuck them for a minute with that thing then remove it or put the other one in.” Mark grabbed the normal ring and slid it into his boot. The guys walked across the hall and entered the playroom. It was larger than Mark’s whole apartment and filled with numerous devices. There were crosses, fuck benches, slings, cages, a piss play area with showers, a tub with a large tank next to it with a hose, a rack that had numerous whips and other gear hanging from it. Mark could look around for hours at all of the equipment, but they had a job to do. Paul walked up to Greg who was laying on a fuck bench next to the other guy, presumably Gary. Gary was about the same age as Greg, but in very average middle-aged shape with several extra pounds and a belly. He had a bald spot starting to grow on the back of his head and a simple tribal arm band tattoo on each bicep. Gary had several welts on his back. Both were naked. Gary was already strapped down with hand and ankle cuffs to the bench. Paul picked up the fur lined leather cuffs and locked Greg on as Gary watched and whimpered. Mark walked over to Gary and checked the cuffs and made sure they were secured to the bench and allowed very little movement. The three poz guy’s cocks were stiffening by the second partially from the viagra but also from the scene that was unfolding. Paul looked over the two clients and walked over to a rack and picked up two ball gags. Paul stood in front of Greg and said in a calm voice “Greg, I want you to tell me what you want from our session here tonight in clear words, no innuendos.” Greg said “I want you and your partners to use me for your pleasure and fill me with your HIV positive cum and infect me.” Paul leaned down and strapped the ball gag on Greg’s head. He moved over to Gary and stood in front of him. “Gary, I want you to tell me what you want from our session tonight in clear words, no innuendos.” Gary cleared his throat “Sir, I want you and your friends to use and abuse my body to infect me with HIV.” Paul then asked one other question “Gary, are you doing this of your own free will?” Gary said “Yes, Sir.” Paul smiled and strapped the gag on Gary’s head and slapped his ass. Paul motioned to Mark to move behind Greg and said “We are about to begin. There is no turning back. Shake your head now if you want us to stop.” Paul waited ten seconds and then nodded to Mark and Eric. “This next step will be painful, but it will help ensure infection.” Paul pointed at Mark and said “Go”. Mark circled Greg’s hole with his finger and pushed in easily. He was already lubed and ready to be fucked. He rubbed his spiked piercing on Greg’s hole and Greg whimpered loudly around the gag. Slowly he pushed in until he felt his cockhead pass the first ring. Mark paused a moment and then grinned and grabbed Greg’s hips. He thrust in all the way, feeling his body slam into Greg’s ass. A scream filled the room and Greg fought against his restraints. Mark could see the sweat pour from his body as he held his twitching cock deep inside Greg’s hole. The screams continued and he could feel the hole get slicker and assumed it was a mixture of blood and his precum. After only two strokes, he pulled his cock from Greg’s cunt. It was covered in blood and Mark decided that he had done enough damage. Greg was still writhing on the bench as Mark moved over behind Gary. Gary was squirming on the bench as Mark rubbed his pussy with the bloody piercing. He followed the same steps - push past the ring, pause, then slam all the way in. Just as with Greg, the screams from Gary filled the room. Mark started to slowly fuck his hole but after only one stroke, Gary went silent and limp. Paul checked him and then gave Mark a thumbs up sign. Mark gave one more stroke and pulled out. Paul pointed at Eric and he got up behind Greg and thrust into his bloody hole. The screams from Greg slowly turned to grunts as Eric pounded his hole over and over. He jabbed in different directions and found the right position to hit Greg’s prostate. After twenty minutes of constant pounding, Eric started to jackrabbit Greg’s hole and with one hard slam, unloaded his virus filled cum into the shredded chute. Pulling out, Eric’s cock was covered in dark pink cum. He wiped his cock off with a towel and rested a while. Mark had removed his spiked PA and decided to fuck without the regular one for the rest of the session. He stood back and watched Eric pound Greg. When Gary came to, Paul leaned down and whispered in his ear “Are you ok?” and Gary nodded yes. He then whispered “Do you want us to stop?” and he shook his head no. With that, Paul moved behind Gary and drove his cock in all the way. He fucked and drilled Gary’s hole until he couldn’t wait any longer and pumped him full of his toxic baby makers. The guys took turns fucking then breeding Greg and Gary until both had received three loads of viral cum and copious amounts of precum. They had been at the mansion for over two hours. After the last load was dropped into Gary, Paul inserted plugs into both of their asses. The guys went over to the shower area and cleaned off the blood, cum and sweat off their bodies and went to dress. Ready to leave, Paul went over to the playroom and removed Greg’s ball gag and unlocked the cuffs that held Greg on the fuck bench. Mark and Eric were watching from the doorway to see what happened. Greg slowly got up and it was obvious he was in a lot of pain from the destruction of his ass and from being locked in one position for a few hours. Paul helped him stand up straight. Greg looked at Paul and said “My boy, that was the most amazing fuck I have ever had. I am sure you and your friends have given me the gift I want so badly and have never gotten from regular sex. You tip is in my robe. Please take it with my and Gary’s thanks. You can show yourself out while I stay here to recover.” Paul looked at Greg and said “Thank you. You should leave the plug in over night and let the cum absorb. If you are still bleeding in the morning, you should see a doctor. You got a bit more torn up than we planned.” Paul took the envelope out of the robe and the three walked back down the hallway, up the stairs and found the front door. Getting in the car, Mark exclaimed “Holy fuck that was twisted! I hope they are ok. That PA really tore them up.” Driving home, Paul opened the second envelope and counted out the tip. “Damn, I guess we did a good job. There’s another three grand in here. That means we each took in two thousand dollars for a nights work.” He handed Eric and Mark’s share to Eric and sat back and relaxed. When they got to Paul’s apartment, he got out and said “Thanks, guys. I couldn’t have done that gig without you. I hope you enjoyed it. Mark, I’ll see you at work Monday.” Mark and Eric drove home in silence, a bit stunned. Once inside the apartment, Mark threw their clothes in the washer and cleaned the harnesses and piercing. He set the mace piercing on the book shelf in the living room thinking “This is never going to be used again. It really is for show only.” He picked up his phone which he had left on the table while they were out. There were six missed messages. Reading through them he saw: Joe: pozzed and gono. thx Aaron: I am HIV positive, have gonorrhea and syphilis too. I want to die. Dennis: Thanks for helping me get pozzed. its official now. so happy Steven: I got it. no more dreaming about it Kyle: we are all poz now. thanks 4 ur help Joe: hanging at Dennis’s. watching Aaron. he’s not good with it Mark thought “It’s almost 1AM here so it would be 3AM at Joe’s. I’ll call him in the morning.”

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

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

Thanks for the comments. ---------- Part 15 - Testing… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, Testing… Aaron parked the car he borrowed from the car rental company and walked the block to the clinic. His stomach was in knots he was so nervous and was afraid he was going to vomit. His body still ached and his neck was swollen still but he needed to know what he was sick from. Walking in, he noticed a large waiting room with almost all young men sitting in the chairs. A few looked like they were still in high school and a few were older guys in their 40’s or 50’s, but most looked to be about his age or a few years older. Most of the people waiting were by themselves but there were a few pairs of guys and one group of four guys. He looked at his watch and realized he was over 30 minutes early and walked up to the desk and quietly told the male receptionist that he was there for an appointment. The guy smiled and asked his name and handed him some forms to fill out. Aaron checked the guy out, reading his name tag which said “Douglas” and noticed he had a pride bracelet like the one Mark had, which put Aaron more at ease. “Everything is confidential, so please be honest. We can’t help you if you don’t tell us everything” the receptionist said. Aaron took the papers and a pen and found a seat away from everyone else and started filling out the forms. He couldn’t believe how much info they wanted. “Date of last sexual encounter”, “same or opposite sex partners?” “Do you have individual or group sex?” “Do you practice safe sex? Yes/no/sometimes/mostly/rarely” “Do you consider yourself heterosexual, bisexual, homosexual, pansexual?” “how many sexual partners have you had in the past 30 days?” and it went on. He felt uncomfortable answering the questions truthfully and hoped that Mark was right about them not shaming him for being gay and the reckless sex he had been having. He finally finished the forms and took them back to Douglas who told him to take a seat and they would call him when the doctor was ready and then winked at Aaron. Sitting in the chair, he looked around the room. Every possible type of person was there - thin and fat; muscled or not; black, white, asian, hispanic and several he had no idea what ethnic group they were in; hipsters, preppy guys, average joes, hippies, jocks, cubs, bears, daddies and twinks; healthy looking guys and a few that looked not so healthy; one guy looked like some of the pictures he had seen of AIDS patients on the net. He kept looking over at the group of four guys and wondered what their deal was. “Who would go get tested for STDs with their friends?” he wondered. Soon a nurse came out and paged someone named ‘Steven’ and the asian guy from the group of four got up and went into what he guessed were the exam rooms. Finally a nurse came out from the door and called “Joe and Aaron.” Another one of the group of four got up at the same time Aaron did and they both went to the door with the nurse, the other guy, Joe, saying “Hi” to him with a smile and Aaron replied with a quiet “hi.” They were ushered down the hall and Joe was put in one exam room and Aaron the one next door. The nurse weighed him, took his temperature which was still a little high, and blood pressure which was quite high, probably from the stress. The nurse told him to stay seated and a doctor would be in shortly. When the doctor came in he had a very relaxed demeanor and seemed to be in his mid 30’s, wearing a lab coat over a shirt with a tie and dress pants and looking pretty athletic. The doctor looked over the forms that Aaron had filled out and Aaron saw a few smiles and a few frowns on the doctor’s face. “So, Aaron. It looks like you’re a pretty active young gay guy. Pretty normal, to be honest. Now, tell me about this illness you had this past weekend and why you’re worried about it.” Aaron explained what had happened and started to cry again. The doctor calmed him down and told him “Don’t be hard on yourself about this. Sometimes we meet guys that aren’t so nice and regret it. I’ve had my share. It’s my job to figure out if you did catch anything and then treat it.” The doctor did a few tests in the room and checked his throat, neck, and joints before having him undress completely and then examined him below the waist, including bending him over and examining his hole. Aaron started to get aroused as the doctor pushed a lubed finger into him. As he turned back around he was embarrassed to let the doctor see his hard-on. The doctor said “I guess that still works fine, then” he chuckled and then added “Don’t worry, most gay men enjoy anal exams so I’m used to it. So, the only thing left is to get some blood tests done. Between those and the cultures I took, we’ll know in a couple days whats really going on.” Aaron looked surprised “A couple days?” “Yeah, we have a lot of lab work between you and all the other patients you saw in the waiting room, so we won’t know the results until late tomorrow or Friday” the doctor explained. After getting dressed, Aaron got led down the hall to another small waiting area for the blood tests. There, he ran into the guy from before, Joe. Joe checked him out as Aaron took the seat next to him. “So, just a regular test or did someone give you something besides a good time?” Joe asked with a smile. Aaron looked at him with a horrified look and finally answered “Uh, not sure yet. Guess I’ll find out in a few days.” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m just trying to break the ice. Most of us are here for the same reason. Nothing to be ashamed of” Joe said as he put his arm around Aaron’s shoulder squeezing it. The door opened and Aaron recognized the asian guy from earlier walk out towards Joe. “Fucking vampire took four vials of blood” the guy told Joe, who responded “You’ll survive, Steven” Aaron’s eyes got big. He hated needles and the comment was making him feel even sicker. Joe got up and went inside and Aaron slid down to the first chair as another patient showed up for a blood test. It was another guy from the group of four he saw before - the ginger haired guy that Aaron had stared at earlier. “Hey, don’t look so down. It’s just a blood test, not death row” the guy told Aaron as he sat down next to him. The guy reached over and squeezed Aaron’s leg saying “Hi, I’m Dennis. First time here?” “Uh, yeah” Aaron replied. “You get used to it. It’s the price you pay for getting laid” Dennis said with a laugh and then asked “You go to school here?” “Uhhh, no. I live south of here. I didn’t want to see my old doctor in case he said something to my parents” Aaron said after a long pause. He looked down at his feet hoping Dennis would just leave him alone. “Ah, gotcha. Been there, done that. Don’t worry, everyone here is cool and they’ll help you no matter what” Dennis said as the door opened and Joe walked out. Aaron got up to go in and was shaking as he walked into the room. Aaron looked at the guy that Steven had called a vampire earlier. He was a really cute blonde haired, blue eyed twink with a big smile. Aaron thought he could be a model. After verifying Aaron’s information and sensing Aarons uneasiness giving blood, the lab tech suggested that Aaron look at a painting on the wall and distracted him with a few jokes. Aaron barely sensed the needle going in and before he knew it the needle was out and his arm was bandaged over the wound. “All done! They probably have already set up a followup appointment on Friday to let you know the results. Don’t worry, just keep a positive outlook” the lab tech said with a wink. Aaron got up and opened the door. As he walked out, Dennis was walking towards him and gave him a piece of paper whispering “I don’t know if you’re interested, but here’s my number. Give me a call if you need to talk or want to get together.” Aaron walked back out into the waiting room and over to the receptionists desk. He said to Douglas, the receptionist, “They said I might already have an appointment set up for Friday.” “No, not yet. You can either just walk in and wait for an opening or set up a time. What works best for you?” Douglas asked. “An appointment. Anything after 10 and before 4, I guess” answered Aaron. “I have a 10:30am. That ok?” “Yeah” Aaron said, wondering how he was going to make it almost 2 more days. “OK, here’s your reminder card” Douglas said looking at Aaron with a smile “Relax, everything will be fine. Find something to do to keep your mind busy while waiting for the results.” “Thanks” said Aaron as he turned around. Near the door was three of the guys from the group all standing there looking at him. He walked towards the door trying not to make eye contact, but couldn’t keep his eyes off Dennis who smiled at him and gave him a gesture for Aaron to call him. Aaron walked outside and down the street. He got in the car and just sat there, shaking. “What the fuck have I done? My life may be over and I have to wait two days to find out. And what the hell, almost everyone in the clinic tried to hit on me!” The light was peeking through the curtains and Derrick rolled over and put his arm around Tony, pinching his nipple on the way. Tony moaned and awoke with a smile. “I heard the boys are getting tested today. What do you think their chances are?” he said to Derrick. “With as many loads as we gave those three, I doubt they’ll be neg, but Mark’s brother only let Mark breed him. I don’t know how toxic he is, so I’ll say 50/50 for him. We should probably go to the clinic too. My cock’s been dripping again” said Derrick. “Yeah, mine too. I tagged the new barback last night after we closed. Fuckin’ hot boy, but damn is he dumb. He believed me when I told him part of his job as barback was to take all the other employees bareback and he had a week to get bred by everyone or we would fire him.” Tony said. “Fuck yeah. I saw him hustling around refilling ice and glasses when I was there last night. Hot body, great ass and a big bulge” Derrick replied. “He got four out of 11 guys last night, so he’s on his way. Luis and I were the first to breed him and left him sloppy for the other two bartenders. He said he wasn’t a bottom, but by the time I shot my load he was begging to get fucked more. He should be knocked up pretty quick. I want to get him as a server for the other club. I think he’ll be good for that. Oh, by the way… any luck lining up special guests for the next party?” Tony asked. Derrick rolled onto his side looking at Tony “I had a couple guys that might be good. One guy called yesterday afternoon and told me he just tested poz, so he’s out. Too bad, too. He’s a hot muscle cub with an ass to die for. The other one is a good looking daddy, but I don’t know if the members want someone older. I’ve been meaning to ask the Joe or Kyle if they know any students that might be up for it.” “That might be good. Students are always looking for a few hundred extra bucks. Having a chance at getting knocked up is just a bonus” Tony said laughing. “Speaking of knocked up, I haven’t fucked you in days. Show me that pussy” Derrick said as he spread Tony’s legs. Rubbing his oozing cock around the ring, he lunged forward jabbing his cock into Tony’s hole. Tony grunted and pulled his legs back while Derrick kept thrusting his cock in. Between the precum and yellowish discharge, Tony’s pussy was sloppy and lubed for the punishment. Derrick never fucked slow and gentle, it was always with force and with purpose. The bed was creaking and Tony alternated between moans and begging for Derrick to fuck harder. The precum and ooze from Tony’s cock was pooling on his navel to overflowing. Tony stuck his fingers in and scooped some up and licked them clean. Derrick grunted and slammed in and Tony could feel his cock twitch and the warmth of his poisonous seed fill his body. Derrick pulled his softening cock out and fell back to the bed. “Damn, I still like breeding that hole just like when I charged you up.”

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I'm not sure how far I'll take this, but hope you enjoy another few chapters. ------ Part 10 - Joey’s turn? Joe came back from class and sat down on the couch and lit up a joint. It was Friday afternoon and just over a a week and a half since his brother Mark had gone back home. Each morning since Mark had left Joe awoke, hoping for symptoms of the flu, but there had been nothing. He craved cock, but had promised himself that it was his brother’s strain that would be the one that infected him. His sole sexual relief had been sucking cock. Almost any cock he could find - his boyfriend Kyle, guys at the adult book store, guys at the club, guys in the park. He couldn’t remember a time in college that he hadn’t been fucked at least twice in a week. What made it harder was watching Kyle take poz loads from Tony and Derrick. He would stand there stroking his newly pierced cock as Kyle got pounded by their big cocks and then hear the orgasms signaling another successful delivery of tainted cum in Kyle’s hole. Joe wouldn’t even felch the loads out of Kyle's ass, something he loved to do. No, it was going to be Mark’s cum that did it. His daydreaming was disturbed by the sound of his phone. He picked up the phone and saw it was Steven, who he hadn’t seen since Mark had been there. “Hello?” “Hi Joe, it’s Steven. I’m in a bind and was wondering if you could help me out.” “Maybe. What’s up?” replied Joe. “Uh, my dad caught me in bed with Luis and threw me out of the house. Can I crash at your place for a few days until I find a place? I can’t stay with Luis because there are already four guys in his apartment.” “I need to check with Kyle, but I think that would be ok as long as its not for more than a week or two,” Joe explained. “Oh my god, thanks. I have to wait until everyone is out of the house to get my stuff, so just call me when you know from Kyle,” Steven said excitedly. After checking with Kyle, Joe let Steven know it was okay. Steven was relieved, even more so when Joe drove over to Steven's place and helped Steven pack a suitcase with his clothes and a couple boxes of stuff - computer, trophies from high school, and a few pictures. Steven broke down crying on the end of his old bed. Joe hugged him and told him “Don’t worry, things will work out okay. They will come around and if they don’t, then you won’t want to deal with people that can’t accept you for who you really are.” They picked up the boxes and headed out the door leaving the empty drawers on the floor and the bed stripped clean. Back at the apartment, Joe cleaned a spot for Steven to put his stuff. “You can sleep on the couch and use the playroom to fuck, if you want. The inflatable mattress in there has seen its share of piss and cum, so you probably don’t want to sleep there.” The guys sat on the couch catching up on the last several days. Steven and Luis had been fucking each other almost every day since they met. “I had just dumped my load in Luis and had flipped over on my back and got Luis’s cock in my ass when my Dad burst into the room screaming like a crazy man. He told me to get my stuff, get out of the house, and yelled ‘No son of mine is going to be a faggot'” Steven told Joe. They popped a couple beers and smoked some pot and talked some more. “Oh, yeah. You didn’t see what I did the day after the party,” Joe said while standing up and dropping his jeans. Pulling his cock out, Steven gasped as he saw the piercing in Joe’s cock. “Fuck yeah. That is so cool. It’s smaller than the one Mark had, but really hot” Steven said. “Yeah, I’m gonna stretch it eventually, but I still like it with the smaller ring.” Steven reached up and held Joe’s cock and played with the ring with his fingers. He leaned forward and licked the head and the piercing with his tongue. Joe moaned and put his hand behind Stevens head and pulled it towards him. Steven began sucking his cock deeper and deeper and worked his tongue all over Joe’s shaft. He took a deep breath and relaxed his throat and pushed down as hard as he could, feeling the piercing and cock head enter his throat. Steven began to gag a little but kept pushing until his face was in Joe’s pubic hair. Joe had jacked off a few times since he got the piercing but this was the first time that his cock had been inside someone since then. Steven flexed his throat around Joe’s cock just like Luis had taught him and it drove Joe crazy. Joe started to fuck Steven’s throat thrusting in with his hips while also pulling Steven’s head forward. Steven was working his lips, tongue and throat on the cock and started tasting the precum leaking from Joe’s cock. Joe knew he wouldn’t last long since he was overdue for releasing his cum. Soon his balls started tingling and tightening while his cock throbbed and swelled. Steven felt Joe’s cock expand in his mouth and stopped bobbing on it. He wanted to taste Joe’s cum when he shot, so he pulled back so just the head was inside his lips which were sealed tight around the shaft. Volley after volley of Joe’s cum shot into Steven’s mouth, coating his tongue and throat. Steven started swallowing as his mouth filled with Joe’s questionable cum. Joe couldn’t believe the amount of cum he was flooding Steven’s mouth with. 'He’s a natural cocksucker. Amazing for someone so new to gay sex' thought Joe. As the cum stopped shooting, Steven swallowed more cum and began to lick and clean Joe’s cock. When he finished he looked up at Joe who then pulled him up to his feet and kissed him savoring his own cum and Steven’s spit. They fell back down to the couch with both of them breathing heavily. Joe looked at Steven and said “Thanks, I guess I really needed that.” “Fuck, do you always cum that much? I almost drowned!” Steven joked. After a pause, Joe looked at Steven and asked “So… Have you had any of the flu symptoms?” “No, I haven’t. My throat is a bit sore, but that’s from your cock just now!” Steven laughed. They smoked another bowl and had just turned the TV on when Kyle walked in. “Sorry I’m late. I stopped over at Tony’s place before he went to work for another dose. He and Derrick filled my cunt up with more spunk.” “Drop em and bend over, I want to see it” Joe demanded. Kyle grinned and moved closer before dropping his shorts and underwear and bending over the table and pushing a little bit of the cum out. “You fuckin’ slut. Any other time I’d use that as lube and fuck your brains out” Joe told Kyle, but noticing Steven who was rubbing his cock through his jeans, Kyle suggested “You should fuck him and soak your cock in that toxic swill, Steven." “Fuck yeah. Do it!” encouraged Kyle. Steven didn’t need any more encouragement and got up and slid his jeans down revealing a very stiff cock. He pushed it down towards Kyle's hole and smeared the cum that he had dribbled out all over the tip of his cock before pushing into Kyle. Slowly he sunk his cock all the way in before starting to piston Kyle’s pussy. He moaned as he felt the cum coat his cock and heard the sloshing sounds as he fucked the cum-filled hole. “Fuck, they really loaded you up,” Steven remarked as Kyle braced himself on the table as the thrusts got stronger. Joe was stroking as he watched his boyfriend get fucked and it didn’t take too long before he couldn’t take it any more. He stood up and moved behind Steven. He slicked his cock up with some lube from the table and added some to Steven’s hole before put his piercing on Steven’s hole. Pushing in, he forced Steven all the way into Kyle’s hole. Joe marveled at the new feelings with the ring on his cock as he fucked. His hands guided Steven’s body, so he did all the movement, fucking himself on Joe’s cock and then pushing into Kyle’s cum slick hole. The three emitted guttural sounds as Steven bounced back and forth between Joe and Kyle. Joe knew he was not going to last very long and when he felt his balls tighten again, he slammed into Steven and felt rope upon rope of his cum pump into Steven’s fuck chute. Steven felt Joe start to breed his ass and that pushed him over the edge and he unleashed his cum into Kyle. Kyle had been stroking his cock and shot his load all over the table, covering the baggie of weed with his cum. All three stood there feeling cocks get milked of their cum and asses getting filled with possibly neg cum until Joe slowly pulled out and sat down on the couch. Steven followed suit and lastly Kyle stood up and took the third spot on the couch. They all grinned at each other then sat back and watched TV, drank and smoked until it was in the early hours of Saturday morning. Joe was the first one to get up and told the other two “Come on, let’s get to bed and crash.” Steven looked up at him puzzled and said “I’ll take the couch.” “Nah, join us in the bed,” Joe insisted.

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

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

This is a stealthing technique used by some bottoms. They lightly coat the inside of their walls with Vaseline, Top shows up with a rubber, starts fucking, rubber breaks....you'd be surprised how many Tops don't stop to put a new condom on. Next thing you know, he's fucking raw and loving it, eventually unloading his balls deep in a sweet hole. Just we personally, I'm not a fan of Vaseline. I ike water based or slicker variations of silicone lubes. It just feels more natural to me.

Travis, the second ex came over at 1:30. Ex soccer player, so he has a nice body and is a good looking young man. Travis is 5'10" 150 pounds with a 6.5 cock that is avg thick but has a big curve in it. He has only topped me a few times in the 2 years that we dated. The curve is hard to take, so I'm usually drunk when he topped. Offing the ass up today was a big thing to him, so when I told him I was going to bottom, he was all for it. I was on the bed upstairs in a jock when Travis came threw the door of the house. I told him, I was up stairs and come up. I had a dildo and lube laying on the bed. I don't want him to know that I had been fucked twice already. So, I acted like I had been play with myself. I was ass up and waiting I told him. He hit the bedroom in just his briefs, pulling on his cock. He just stood in the door way, saying that I looked hot in the jock, ass up and waiting. He walked over and rubbed my ass and informed me that he has a 4 day load that he wanted to unload and that it may be a quick fuck. I said I wanted it and a quick fuck was ok. I had three more cocks to take and a quick fuck was ok by me. Travis pulled his briefs down, just under his balls and asked if I needed more lube. I told him that I had been play with the toy and was lubed up. He started to slid in and I feel that curve go in, that just totally chances the fuck right there. It's that different angle that gets me every time. I was glad he said it was going to be a quick fuck, he was a good fuck and has tornen my ass up before, but I was not in the mood to get torn up today by him. He bottomed out quick and started to fuck me, this was a fuck and unload. He nor I was looking at a long fuck and he just wanted to unload a 4day load. He was jack rabbiting my ass and told me I was a little loose and should lay off the toy. I just had to laugh to myself and didn't say anything. He was hammering my hole and said that he was getting close to blowing his load. I told him to blow when he was ready, he asked me if I was going to get off and I said I would later. I had blown one load today and had three more fucks coming, I wanted to save it. He grabbed the hips and said take it, I could feel him unloading in me. It must have been a big one to feel it like that. He pulled out with a pop and pulled up his briefs, slapped my ass and thanked me for the hole. I told him, thanks for the load. He dressed and was out the door.

As Danny is walking out the door, I'm texting Peter from my accounting class and told him I was free. He said he would be there in 10. Peter is an avg looking guy, he is 6'2, maybe 150 pounds, skinny kid but a good heart and a nice cock to boot. Peter walked in and kissed me, was we moved to the couch he grabbed me ass and felt the left over lube, spit and little bit of cum that leaked out of my ass into my short. He pulled me back into him and whisper in my ear. "Who has been fucking your ass this morning". We are open about our sex life, so I told him Danny had been over 15 mins ago and dropped a load in me. He held me from behind and guided his cock into my ass, he informed me that he wanted to fuck me and push my ex's load in deeper as he was biting my ear. Peter has the ability to do it to, he is 8.5"long and loves to long dick. He is not as thick as the ex but its a nice thickness all the same. He bent me over the couch and dropped my shorts, then ran a finger over my hole. "I love pre-lubed holes he informed, specially cummy holes" he said. He starts spitting on my hole and rubbing his cock head around my hole. He asked if I want it and what could I say but yes. He slowly pushes it in till he got to the last inch and told me to hold still, then he slammed the last inch or so in. He holds it there and say " the ex's load is deeper then he could have gotten it now and laughs". He then starts pulling all the way out and then pushes all the way back in, he is a pervert like me. He tells me as he pulls out a second time, that his cock is covered in my ex's cum and drives back in and holds it there. He pulls out again and drives back into me, he does this for the next ten mins, he tells me the whole time how he loves the way my ass takes his cock. As we are fucking my cell goes off and it's the other ex that I texted about fucking. Peter looks over my shoulder as he is pushing into me and ask if I'm going to let him fuck me today also. I told him that I wanted to top today, but it is looking like a bottom day. Peter tells me that if I let the ex fuck me he will come over after and push his load in deep like he is doing now. How could I say no to that, Peter is not a rough fucker, he likes to take his time and enjoy a long fuck. So, i text the ex back an ask when he is free, he replys after 1, its only 11:30 and I'm having the second fuck of the day. So I said 1:00 would work for me. At this point, Peter has been fucking me for about 25 mins, going at a nice easy pace. My legs are getting tired and my back is hurting from being bent over the couch, I ask Peter if we can change it up and he told me that he is getting close and he wants to blow because he has to get to class. I started to jerk my cock and told him to bring it on. Peter starts to fuck me faster and is only pulling out a few inches now. Peter is getting close and ask where I want it, I had to laugh at that. I tell Peter, ur fucking me raw with my ex's cum as lube, where do u think I want it. With that, he pushes in as far as he could and loads me, telling me that he is so far up in me that I should be able to taste his load, because it was a big one. Peter pulls out and tell me that he wants me in my team shorts and jock later tonight when he comes back to fuck me again. As I'm pulling up my shorts, the cell dings again, it's college boy. The blond hung monster, he is horny and want to play after class around 2. Peter ask me about him, and I told him about the massive cock twink and what we had done in the pass. Peter not a dom, but he can act aggressive sometimes. He tells me that I should let college kid fuck me also. That I should be a true cum slut today and take all the cocks and loads as I can. I have only let five guys ever fuck me at this point and the most I have ever been fucked in one day is four times and that was by Danny the ex. I didn't know if my ass could take four guys and five fucks. Peter tells me that I can handle it and maybe one more, I just look at him strange, as in who would be the one more. Peter just smiles and says he has a fuck buddy that has wanted my ass for a long time. I ask him who it was and he say Zack, this skinny, short punk kid. Zack is cute in a punk way, so I asked if he thought he would be up to it today and Peter says he would skip class if he had to, to fuck me. So, I ask the big question, is he hung? Peter just laughs and tells me that Zack is about the same size as him, maybe a little thicker and uncut. He does warn me that zack is aggressive and twisted when it comes to sex. That they have done some kinky things together and talked about doing some-other things but he didn't tell me what they were. I trust and know Peter, we have been playing for the last year. What all has he done with is punk that we have not done and how twisted can this little punk be? What can he be into that peter and i have not done before have? Plus, I have not had an uncut cock before. Just something you don't see around here. So, I told Peter to set it up and ask if he was clean, dumb question to ask someone since I have taken two loads and was looking at taking three maybe four more. But all the loads were from guys that have fucked me before and yes it's a risk, but I was comfortable with taking their loads. Peter told me that he was clean and that they been trading loads from time to time. So I said, set it up.

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I'm generally in my own head when I get fucked. If the top wants me to, I CAN be vocal, but usually I just grunt and breathe heavy listening for clues from the top how he likes it. I'll tighten up and see if he responds or go slack to see if he likes that. In my mind, my role is to make him cum. So I focus entirely on him and what he wants. My reward is that creamy goodness he shoots in me. If being vocal gets him off, then I do it, but it's for HIS benefit, not mine. That being said, being the hungry, greedy bottom that I am, I HAVE been known to get loud and vocal if I'm being bred in public and I want another top to cum over and slide in when this one's done. I find a lot of guys respond to the sounds of a bottom getting royally plowed and SO many guys like to feel hot cum inside a velvety smooth hole.....

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Until death do us part (story a cheating boyfriend) – Part 04 We exchanged our cell-phone numbers and he saved my number under the name of his best female friend. He was so scared, that his boyfriend would find out about the things he had done, but he couldn’t stop either. He got addicted to the size of my cock. So the next day, I got a call from Dante, but I told him I was busy being at work. He was sad but understood. Then he called me the following day and begged me to see me, but my jealous boyfriend (which I didn’t have) was the reason I couldn’t make a date. On the third day he whispered to me over the phone, he missed me so much that he couldn’t eat or drink. He needed to see me urgently. I asked him, why he was whispering and he told me his boyfriend was just in the next room cooking the dinner and he needed to be discreet. I found a reason, why I couldn’t see him and I could almost feel him cracking down on the other side of the line. On the fourth day I asked Dante if he would like to meet me in a friend’s flat. We were a small group of guys who wanted to relax a bit and have a good time. He asked me if I knew the guys. I told him, they were more or less pals I go out to a club or a bar. So the next date appeared and I could see Dante was excited to see me again. He was shivering, when he entered my car. I looked deeply into his eyes and it looked like he almost shed a tear. “What happened…?” I asked him. “Nothing…. I am just so happy, that we are finally meeting again.” Dante whispered softly. “I thought you wouldn’t want to meet me again after the last date.” “Why?” I wanted to know. “I was so stupid, telling you about feeling like a whore….” he muttered. “When I came home I thought about what happened and I remembered when you shoved me in the cinema and told me you would go…. and this frightened me beyond measure.” he answered me. “I want to be close to you, no matter what….” he smiles a boyish smile at me. “Believe me - I will never let you go. I feel like you and I will be bonded for a lifetime.” I smiled back at Dante. So we drove to my friends flat, but Dante didn’t know, that the next step was staged up for him. We arrived at the apartment complex and my ‘friend’ Marcus welcomed me with the words ‘What are you guys doing here?’ I played the surprised and asked him, what he meant with that. We were invited guests for a nice get together. By that, the host eventually told me, that he mixed the dates up and that they had a gangbang party going on right now with one slut and ten tops fucking the bitch. Dante seemed to feel uneasy, but Marcus came straight to the point. “Are you a bottom?” he asked Dante. Dante didn’t reply but I nodded for him and said ‘Yes, he is.’ Marcus asked Dante if he would like to spread his legs next to the slut number one. Dante lost all his color, but didn’t reply again. “No way Jose…. he is not a whore to slut around on a gangbang party” I stated and Dante sighed relieved. “But you could fluffer… are you a good fluffer?” Marcus impored. “He is great in sucking, but why should he do that? What’s the treat?” I wanted to know. “Please… we are desperate. Charlie plays the fluffer right now, and you know Charlie. It looks like Rosie O’Donnell is on her knees sucking you hard” Marcus exclaimed. “I heard that you stupid bitch” a male voice from the other room could be heard. “What do you say?” I asked Dante. “You want to help those fellows out as the fluff-boy?” “I don’t know. Wouldn’t you be mad at me? I mean I will suck so many guys here” he mumbled. “Baby – I told you before. If you are just letting them use your mouth, to make them hard… that is no sex at all. As long as you don’t suck to swallow, everything is fine for me. You need to relax and to be sure about what’s right and what is wrong in life.” I explained to Dante. I could see the boys brain working already. “We could ask them for a favour… oh yes…. yes…. you remember your reddish eyes, when I shot my cum right into your eyes? You liked that very much, didn’t you?” I asked him open heartedly. He nodded slowly. “See – we could tell them, that instead of shooting into a rubber (it was a bareback party all the time – but the fluffer wouldn’t see it, from his point of view) they ought to shoot right into your eyes again. What do you say?” I waited for his answer. “That sounds extremely hot.” he whispered to me. I told Marcus our demand and he just smiled at Dante and led him into another room, where a guy was in a sling and got fucked already and another guy was on his knees in quite a distance and sucked one cock after another hard. “Listen guys, this is our new Fluffer. Rosie get up. Fluffer on your knees. Only requirement now, every shot has to be directed right into our fluffer’s open eyes. The slut in the sling moaned ‘What…. what is this shit….’ But since Dante set the rules, his rules had to be obeyed. Dante undressed his t-shirt only and threw it onto a chair nearby. He gave me also his wallet to hold it. There were so many alpha males in the room and most of them had the certain ‘biohazard’ symbol tattooed. But Dante had no clue what it meant and he was so busy sucking anyway. Every time the sluts hole in the sling was empty, Dante’s guy walked up to fuck the whore raw. Dante was not able to see that. He really thought this was a safe only party. He also didn’t know, that the virus could be easily transmitted through his eyes and he just had a herd of very toxic dicks in front of him. He was so naïve and in a way still innocent, and this made him so attractive to all the guys in the room. They knew, the only neg boy in this room… was Dante. He got so excited, when the first poz dick announced he was about to shoot. Everyone gave way to him and he positioned himself in front of Dante and jerking his cock right in front of his eyes. “Look at my dick… keep your eyes open, whore….. take it *grunt* Hold your fucking eyes open you bitch. The explosion was so hard, that Dante accidently closed his eyes too early and so just a very small portion of the nasty cum reached it destination. “Stop rubbing your eyes whore and sit there on your knees, so a next stud can share his cum with you….” the fucker hissed. It didn’t take long and two guys were actually expressed, they would simultaneously shoot their cum. This time Dante was prepared. He held with both hands each upper eye lid, to make sure the eyes wouldn’t close and just saw the huge cock heads in front of him. He tried to focus on both cock clits but it was impossible, so he stared to one and then the other. He heard the guys moan before they actually ejaculated, but when they did it was a huge mess. The cum splashed at least five times from every cock against Dante’s eyes and although it was stinging like hell, he was rock hard in his jeans. He was told not to touch his face. The guys liked the messy face and called Dante several inappropriate names. One guy after another was unloading his venomous semen onto Dante’s eyes. They didn’t care about his health. They didn’t care about his life. They just cared about pozzing a twink without mercy and without him knowing the immense danger of his action. In the meantime he was totally blinded by the cum in his eyes. It was running down his cheeks and down his chin and was pooling between his bend knees. While another jock was jerking in front of little Dante, I took out his ID card and asked a guy close to Dante’s head, to hold the ID next to the side of his face. I snapped some pictures with my mobile. They were showing beautifully the messed up face of this abused cunt face. I made a thumb up to the guy helping me and he grinned, when he handed me the ID back. Before we left this party and my boy was in the restroom cleaning his face, Marcus asked me, if I would really like the video of the whole session being uploaded on ‘YouPorn’, I told him it would be okay for me, if only our faces were disguised and the title had to be:’ The conversion party through Dante’s eyes’ Marcus said all the necessities would be done, before the video would get an upload. This night might have been the night, when Dante’s fate was sealed. But then again - miracles can happen… right?

PART 5 - the Big Man returns: “TAKE MY NUTTT!!” Derrick yelled as he slammed the last time into my ass. He shivered and his dick pulsed, and he yanked it out, dropped my legs, then laid on the bed beside me. Derrick’s breathing returned to normal and I started to get the feeling back in my legs. I wanted some more rock, so asked Derrick for the pipe. “Yeah, OK,” he said, got up, lit us both up, as I sat on the edge of the bed trying to get my ass and head wrapped around what had happened that night. Fuck damn – I had become a total slut for this man and still did not know shit about him. HOT!!! I was usually so fucking uptight and restrained, it was good to just totally let go and do whatever the fuck felt good and not think about it. We had been fucking and freaking for about 10 hours – shit – what was wrong with me, I had had my ass pummeled and yet I still wanted more, was it the rock talking? No, it was the bareback cum pig in me rising up and screaming OINK!!! FEED ME!! “I need a little break, think my cum’s run dry, but my dick is still hard – damn those little pills seem to work,” Derrick said as he got on the bed beside me. Derrick turned me around on my right side so I was facing the wall by the bathroom, spread my ass a little, and slid his dick in. No spit, no lube, I was so open and wet for him I did not need it and felt some juice run out of my ass as he did. He reached down and worked a finger from his left hand into my hole beside his dick, “Fuck boy, you got a nice wet pussy now, hmmm….all the nutt up there, here lick it for me,” as he pulled his finger out and stuck it in my mouth. I licked it clean hoping I was getting some more poz cum or something from him. He stuck his finger back in my ass a couple more times and let me lick them clean. That mix of cum, ass juice, breeding, is better than caviar or the priciest truffles. We stayed like that for a while, on our sides with him behind me and his dick nestled inside my ass. The man did not get soft and seemed to have a dildo for a dick, as he just never got totally soft. “I’m going to keep that hole nice and open, we ain’t done yet, no man, we ain’t done, I just need a little rest is all, you feel me? Then we’ll freak some more, as I want to see that hole WRECKED, yes I do, wrecked,” Derrick said as he secured his left arm over my stomach and his head by mine on the pillows, with his dick keeping my guts warm. The TV was playing some old show, don’t even remember what, as I just laid there enjoying feeling Derrick’s raw cock in me, his body against mine, and the occasional run of cum and ass juice slide out my ass when he shifted. We stayed like that for a couple a hours, not really talking, just a few words here and there, decompressing I guess, and shortly after 4:30 a.m., Derrick pulled away, slid his still fairly hard dick out of my ass, stood up, and said, “Come on, now we are going to see if you’ve really learned how to give it up to a nice black bull dick.” I rolled over having no idea what he was talking about, but stood up, took the pipe from him and eagerly inhaled several stormy clouds. The rush was just as intense as the first time and I sat back on the edge of the bed feeling the heat of the high blaze through my body. Derrick up the phone, “Yo man, what’s up? Yeah man still got that shit going, what you doing? You good for one? Really, a couple? No rush man, you can take as long as you want to shoot. Huh? Damn fucker, alright, no no, hang on, I’ll be right up.” I had no idea what he was talking about, but Derrick sat at the table, dug into his pants that were on the floor and pulled out a little baggy. He cleared a small spot on the table and spilled a little grayish white powder out of the bag. Derrick pulled a dollar pill out of his pants, rolled it like a little straw then said, “I want you to snort this. This is the Special that Marcus gave me the discount on when you took his nutt earlier. You ever done this? No? Well OK. This shit is going to fuck you up a little, but make you feel really good, like you are floating and just chill. Now use this and bend over here, then stick one end in your nose and then sniff real hard to suck it up. Not much now, just this tiny little bit here. First let me slide up in your raw hole again. I want to feel that broken ass ring clench on me when it hits.” I stood up, took the dollar bill, let Derrick push back into my open ass, and using the dollar bill like a straw sniffed real hard and sucked up a little bit of the grayish powder he had on the table. Fuck – that shit burned by nose, but I immediately felt it. Sort of light headed and kind of tingly and numb all over. Whoa. Derrick chuckled and angled his dick around a little as I swooned, pulled his dick out, then rammed three bull fingers into me and started digging my tender hole with his long nails. When he could tell I needed too, he pulled his wet fingers out and said, “Sit down, get used to it, let it take you. Now here’s what I’m thinking. The guy we freaked with earlier, the one who’s dick you tried to run from, he’s up and has a couple loads to bust. I know you can take him again, but this time I want that nicca to go all out and don’t hold back, OK? You want his nutt again? You gonna run from that bull dick again? No, I don’t think so. I think that ass of yours is still hungry and you are going to get ripped, filled, raped, and that cunt is going to get WRECKED.” Derrick started to get dressed, “Listen up, focus boy, I want to hear you cry out when he’s fucking. That shit turns me the fuck on and turns me on good and I will give you my bull nutt again too when he’s done. You want my nutt again? Yeah? Good. I think it turns him on too as I saw how he pounded you when you asked him to stop last time, and if I had to bet, I would say my man has done time for sexual assault and prefers raping bitches over fucking them – you know what I mean? Beg, plea, cry, and scream if you want to, even if he covers your mouth again, because I am going to tell him we are going to surprise you. That you are still asleep and that I think your white pussy needs to be raped and OWNED, teach you a lesson for trying to run from the dick earlier and make you know what a true pussy is used for and he should rape you as brutal, hard, and nasty as he wants to teach you to serve that black bull dick, cause I want to see that shit red and puffy when he is done. Be a freak, like he can’t with no one else, you hear me? Good.” “OK, I am going to go up to his room, let him hit the pipe and get chill. In about 5 minutes I want you to snort the rest of this Special here on the table, OK? OK. Sniff it all, then lay down on the bed on your stomach. This Special is going to really relax you, so just act like you are asleep and remember what I said and do what I told you and I’ll be back in a few,” Derrick said, then grabbed his key, turned the lights off so all that was on was the TV, and left. I just nodded my head and focused on trying to keep my balance sitting there on the edge of the bed. Damn this powder shit was wild. I looked at my watch, and tracked the hands go round and round until the 5 minutes was up. I went back to the table, took the dollar bill, and snorted the rest of the Special, splitting it between my two nostrils. It burned even more this time, my eyes drooled, my tongue and throat felt numb, I felt feverish and my chest squeezed. I moved over to the bed, set the bottle of lotion on the end, and laid on my stomach, legs a little spread, with my face turned towards the bathroom wall and away from the front door. I felt like I was floating now and my arms and legs were tingling. I don’t know how long it was but when I focused again I realized my BBC ass-attackers were in the room. I could hear their voices, although they sounded distant and far away. I remained still, part of me suddenly afraid, but that vanished almost immediately and I knew I was going to get some raw dick again and lots of cum. Suddenly I felt someone grabbing my ankles and I was yanked back towards the end of the bed rough and hard. “GET UP, I SAID STAND UP,” someone growled. I staggered to my feet, my eyes fluttering like I had been knocked out, as two big strong hands grabbed my arms and pulled me closer. “BEND OVER, BEND OVER BITCH!” he growled. I bent forward with my hands on the bed as monster hands clamped around my hips, nails digging like anchors into my sides, and I had barely got in position when I felt my ass get ripped open again. “HOLY FUCK! OH STOP!” I cried out as I felt that monster dick rip my scraped up hole and push inside me. It felt like he was fucking me dry. I could now hear Derrick’s voice more clearly off to my right side, “That’s it, rape that white pussy. Told you it was ready and needed it. Use it man, that’s it, make it hurt. Teach it how to serve black bull dick right!” The big guy still had his hands wrapped tight around my waist and was pulling me back to meet his dick head on as hard as he could. The pain was there, and beyond belief, yet at the same it did not seem like it was really happening to me. I remembered what Derrick said earlier and I started to plead and cry for my attacker to stop fucking, to please don’t rape me, to please stop. Derrick was right, that turned the big guy on as he pulled all the way out of my ass and slammed back in intent on ruining my ass and making it his personal cunt. My ass rings could not resist and he went deeper than I could have imagined. I was like a rag doll as he shoved his cock into me and yanked me back at the same time without mercy. I felt like I was babbling now, pleading, begging, yelping, crying no, no, no, but he just kept plowing me, over and over as deep as he could. I was then being yanked back again and impaled before I was pushed forward down onto the floor. The big guy dropped his full weight on top of me and I ate a mouthful of carpet as he forced my face into the floor. I totally lost focus, and could only whimper as I felt his cock angle up and then down into the side walls of my ass. FUCK that hurt and the white-hot shot of pain brought my mind’s focus back. I managed to slightly tilt my head to the side a little under the grip of his hand on my head and started pleading again for him to stop. The searing pain was still there, but again sort of shifted to another level of my consciousness and seemed like it was someone else. I could not really focus on the pain, just my job to do well for Derrick and begging for my raw rapist to stop. All I could see was carpet and the bottom of the TV stand and angry shadows as the light of the TV danced off the big guy using my ass the way he wanted. He just kept slamming his dick into my pulsing manhole, dropping his full body weight into it, over and over for what seemed like forever. The pressure on my head increased as the guy shifted more of his weight, and I could hear his muffled voice of the big guy as he yelled, “SHIT, SHIT, SHIT…” before he dropped into me balls deep one last time and gave me his dirty cum. He pulled his hand off my head, “Fucking Christ – fuck,” he said as he pushed on my head for leverage and got off me. I just lay there, tasting the dirty carpet in my mouth, still babbling and whimpering. I could hear voices again but could not really focus on what they were saying. Derrick then knelt down between me and the TV and slapped the side of my face “Hey, HEY, yeah there, come on, come one now, get up. Let me see what that fucking nicca did to wreck that hole.” Derrick helped me up. I was feeling really whoosy and had a little trouble standing, as he staggered me too the bathroom, “Bend over the toilet, put your hands on the toilet,” he said as I felt him take both hands and spread my cheeks. “DAMN NICCA, YOU TORE THAT PUSSY UP, TORE IT UP, HOT DAMN,” Derrick said as he slid several fingers up my ass, worked them around, and brought them back out. “Here,” he said as he shoved them into my mouth. They tasted tangy and metallic and were really slimy. I sucked on them as Derrick swirled them around my mouth. “You want to look at this man? Come look, look at that red angry pussy,” Derrick called to the big guy. I guess the guy said no, so Derrick said, “Come, let’s get you ready.” Ready? For what? I was not feeling as out of it anymore and as my head cleared a little it was flooded with the pain radiating from ass. Every step hurt, but I followed Derrick back out into the room. I could see the big guy was sitting at the table, Derrick told me to sit on the bed, and he sat in the other chair. “Damn man that was fucking hot,” Derrick said, “You like that man? Told you you could fuck it like you want and rape that pussy. Bet you ain’t done shit like in a while huh? You want him to suck my dick while you fuck him again? Do a jailhouse skewer? Huh?” The big guy shook his head, “No, no man, I don’t get into that shit. You can watch and it’s like I told you, I don’t get into guys.” Derrick just chuckled a little, “Right, right, I hear you.” Derrick lit up his pipe with a big new rock, did a couple big hits then passed it to the big guy who did the same. The big guy handed the pipe back to Derrick, closed his eyes, tilted his back, and licked his lips a little. I looked at Derrick and started to get up to take the pipe, but Derrick said, “How you feeling? Your head clearing up? Yeah? No, you need to do a little more Special then. Here, come over and sniff this as my man here said he can shoot a few loads and you need to let him. You want to fuck again man? Huh? Wreck and rape it again? OK. OK, so here, sniff this.” I bent over the table and sniffed up the Special Derrick had put out. It did not burn my nose as bad this time and I embraced the feeling it gave me as it washed down my body and my legs and arms tingled again. I looked at the big guy and his dick was rock hard, sticking almost straight up, and streaming ball juice out his piss hole. Derrick did a hit, handed the pipe to the big guy who took a few, as I stood there watching his black snake twitch and moan. I licked my lips looking at that huge dick as Derrick got up, went behind me, then as he came back said, “Get down there and suck that pimp dick like a good street whore.” I realized my knees had a bad case of rug burn on them and were real tender, as I got between the big guy’s legs and started to suck on his dick. Like before, his dick was so long and with the angle it was really hard to get far down the shaft, but I tried. The big guy then stood up, using his dick in my mouth to push me backwards against the bed. I lost my balance, fell back against the bed, and he used that momentum to push his dick into my mouth further and pin me to the side of the bed with it. I choked and reached up to try to push him away. He slapped my hands away, “Don’t fucking touch me bitch,” he barked, “Open your mouth, open it, you better not bite me.” The big guy then started fucking my face, forcing his dick into the back of my throat. I was starting to cough and choke, which was hard to do with that big fat dick in my mouth. I reached up again and this time he slapped my face hard, “GOD DAMN IT! I SAID DON’T.” FUCK that stung. I put my hands down and just tried to breathe through my nose as I felt like I was drowning. He was now pumping my face and driving hard into the back of my throat. “Slap that whore again, slap it man, rape that white mouth,” Derrick said. I realized he was not going to save me and had barely formed the thought when the big guy slapped my face again. This time his big hand covered half the side of my head too. My ears rang, tears started running down my face again, and then SLAP – the other side. The big guy started to build a little rhythm, SLAP, slam his dick down my throat, pull out, SLAP, slam his dick down my throat. Each slap harder than the last until it felt like the bells of Notre Dame were ringing inside my head. Although, each slap also made it easier to take his dick as he beat my jaw muscles loose and he pushed his angry black dick completely down my throat. Once he got into my throat he leaned over me, holding himself up on the bed with his arms extended, his legs to either side of my body pinning my arms, and started jack fucking my open throat so that his balls rested on each side of my chin when he bottomed out. “FUCKING PUSSY MOUTH – GET MY SHIT HARD – SWALLOW MY MONSTER MEAT – WRETCHED WHORE – CHOKE YOU OUT ON MY MOTHA-FUCKIN-SHIT!” the big guy yelled as he dug my neck out. My frantic snorts of air and gagging and gargling on his dick were muffled by his sweaty body and if I had been able to try to push him off I would have as I drowned in his dick of death. He didn’t are I couldn’t breathe as I was just a whore for his pleasure and that feeling – that sense of being completely powerless, used, and owned, overrode all else. After a few minutes, when he felt like I had submitted, the big slowed his stroke and pulled out just enough until he heard me snort in enough air to fill my lungs. He then balled out into my throat gain, forcing me to hold my breath longer and longer under the weight of his body. Finally, the big guy yanked his dick all the way out of my bruised neck. I gagged, choked, gasped, and fought to breath normal again as he gripped my shoulders and half lifted, half threw me up on the edge of the bed. I scrambled to get my hands and knees up under me as he buried his dick balls deep in one thrust and held me in place as he started to rape my ass again. The big guy had grabbed a handful of ass flesh with each hand and was holding me in place while he jack fucked. Derrick urged him on, “That’s it, yeah nicca, rape that pink pussy like you want, make it hurt, damn I like seeing that, that pussy is split wide open, that pussy wants it bad.” The big guy then stopped. I was panting hard and thought he must have shot his cum. He then leaned over my back and snarled, “That true? Your pussy wants it bad?” I said yes and SLAP. I saw stars and though, “What the fuck? Why did he slap my face?” His dick was still in my ass as he snarled again, “I will ask you one more time, (SLAP) your pussy wants it bad?” I was a little confused, but remembered Derrick’s instructions and this time pleaded, “NO, PLEASE STOP, PLEASE DON’T RAPE MY WHITE PUSSY, GET OFF ME, PLEASE, PLEASE DON’T HURT IT WITH THAT BLACK BULL DICK! DON’T RAPE ME!!” ‘Please don’t rape my white pussy’ were the magic words for Aladdin to open his magic cave. The big guy stood back up, wrapped his hands in a vice grip around my waist, growled and mumbled something I didn’t quite catch, and started to long-dick slam fuck me. I kept it up begging for him to stop and the louder I begged, the harder he fucked me raw. That big black monster dick was ripping the skin off my insides as every time he pulled out my guts went with him. I was now pleading and begging as loud as I could and Derrick was chiming in too urging him on. The big guys fingers wrapped even tighter around me, his nails embedded in my bruised flesh, holding me still as he raped my man cunt. “YEAH YOU FUCKING BITCH WHORE, THAT PUSSY IS MINE, YOU DON’T SAY NO TO ME, I TAKE WHAT I WANT, WHEN I WANT AND USE THAT SHIT. YOU’RE GOING TO TAKE THIS CUM, YOU BETTER TAKE THIS CUM PUSSY, YEAH YOU FUCKING SLAG WHORE – NASTY TRAP HOUSE SLUT – OPEN THAT FUCKING PUSSY UP AND TAKE THIS GOD DAMN NUTT!!!!!” This time when he shot his whole body quivered, spasmed, and shook. His fingers dug deeper into my flesh and I yelled. It seemed to wrack him for a while, and slowly he released his grip, and backed up, pulling his dick out of my ass as he did. Derrick got up. His dick was standing ready. I expected he would want to shove it right in, but he sat back down and handed the big guy the pipe again. I sat on the edge of the bed trying to breathe and suddenly aware of the empty ache in my ass. I was also wanting to taste his load and was tempted to stick my fingers up my ass to taste his hot cum. Derrick took a few hits of the pipe and adjusted his dick. I could tell he was horny as hell as he was leaking precum and I had to fight the urge to go over and lick it off the head of his dick. “Fuck bro, that was a good one,” Derrick said, “You sure know how to rape that pussy good. What are you feeling for now? You got another one in you? Want to hit it again?” The big guy looked at Derrick and said, “Hmm, fuck, I think my nutts are dried out right now.” Yet, I could see his cock was still half hard and I knew I wanted more. The Special was still working and I knew I could take it no matter how he fucked me. “Let’s just chill a minute then, see what you think in a minute, all good?” Derrick asked. The big guy just nodded and the Special was still playing me so I laid back on the bed, put my feet up on the edge, spread my legs a little and tilted my hole towards them. That was all it took for Derrick as he stepped over to the bed, pushed my legs back, and said, “Look at that pussy, look what your dick did homie. You made the bitch bleed real good.” The big guy got up, stepped over, and bent down a little, “Christ, it looks bruised and tore up for sure. Slag whore for sure.” I then felt a couple of fingers shoved into my hole, then Derrick brought his hand around and stuck them in my mouth. YES! I was waiting for that. The metallic taste was overpowering and the gobs of cum slid easily down my throat. “Look man, you got that pussy raped nice and good and it can’t take no more can it?” Derrick said as he looked at me. I shook my head no and said, “Please don’t, not again,” and Derrick kept saying, “But looks like you could still do some damage. How about you take it one more time. I know this whore can take it real good propped up like this, you just bust through that hole, all the way in, pull out the way out, punch fuck it.” The big guy just nodded, Derrick grabbed a couple pillows, had me scoot back a little, then put them under my hips and pulled me back to the edge of the bed. The big guy grabbed my legs by wrapping his hands around my calfs, pushed my legs back so my hole was pointing up and out, and dropped down into my hole, piercing my guts and pushing his load back in. His cock punched through and kept going. My ass had no resistance left and just opened up and took him whole. He pulled out, aimed at my hole again and dropped his weight back into my ass shoving his dick balls deep. I yelped and begged him to stop. He was not fucking my ass anymore, he was fucking my guts, but he kept doing what Derrick asked, would pull the way out, then drop back into my ass balls deep. I grunted, moaned, cried out and asked him not to rape me again, pleading, saying I was not whore. I spread my legs as far as he would let me, tried to push my ass up as far as I could, and let him pummel my ass, the entire time begging for him to get off me and stop. Thank God he did not listen and just fucked it like he wanted. The big guy fucked for a long while, pulled out, stood up, “Yo, I’m done man,” he said to Derrick. Shit – he didn’t cum, I wanted his load again. I put my legs down and listened as he and Derrick chatted for a minute while the big guy got dressed, then he left, without even a thank you to me or nod that I existed as anything more than an anonymous hole for his pleasure. Derrick turned the lights on, “Get your legs up, let me inspect that pussy right. Hold your legs back. DAMN!” Derrick ran his hand around my hole, and again, shoved several fingers up there as hard as he could – clawing, digging, stretching, scarping. This time when he pulled them out he stuck them in his mouth, not mine. He licked his fingers like they were covered in the sweetest honey. I put my head back and waited. “You did good with him. Took it just like I asked you. That is one pussy he will not forget anytime soon,” Derrick said as he chuckled a little, “But you know that watching that shit got me horny bitch, so now you’re going to take by bull nutt.” Derrick assumed the position the big guy had and followed his example by slamming down onto my ass and burying his cock up to the balls in my ass. “OH SHIT, THAT PUSSY IS LOOSE, AND WET,” DERRICK ALMOST SHOUTED. “YOU DON’T WANT ME TO RAPE YOU TOO DO YOU? HUH? NO? YOU’RE GONNA TAKE THIS BULL NUTT.” Derrick let a stream of cum loose into me and he dropped his dick in my hole one last time. He yanked out, then said, “Come here,” as he had me get on my knees and lick him clean. I tried to keep sucking on him, but he pushed me back and said, “Whew boy, that was a big nutt. Want to taste some more?” I shook my head yes, turned around, he stuck his fingers in my ass, held up his hand with his fingers spread and he and I both started to lick his fingers. Fuck that tasted good and I could feel more running down my legs as I stood there licking his fingers. It was now about 7:30 in the morning. I was coming down off the Special and the past 15 hours was catching up with me. Derrick too, as he said, “Yeah getting to be time to crash for a while. Fuck you are fun. Would love to get up in there some more, but not today. How about I give you a ride home, you can give me your number, and we’ll see about getting up again.” On the way home I could feel my ass still leaking and could not wait until I saw Derrick again. Later that day when I got up after spending several hours in bed, I realized just how sore my ass was, and how bruised and tore up my throat and body were. My hole was puffy and black and blue I was sure – those bruises I couldn’t see. The bruises on my ass, hips, waist, finger nail marks, all were angry and visible and marked me as the pig slut I had been. My knees were scraped up, I even had rug burn on my chest for Christ’s sake. Wow, those men truly marked me not with just their cum, but left a nice reminder of every fuck that still gets me hard to this day. My phone had also blown up while I was out and I had several messages from the guy who had just got out of jail who had fucked me for $40. I called the number back he left and he picked up on the first ring and 20 minutes later he was at my door and 30 seconds after that he was adding a fresh layer of markings to my ass, body, and guts. I saw Derrick several more times after that at the same seedy motel and every time we spun up and I ended up with an ass full of several loads of cum. I got used again by both the tall guy and big rapist, and a number of others including a group of rough necks who had been dealing and using in the back parking lot one night that Derrick had gotten to know and who were more than willing to throw down a gang rape.

Just as I started to catch my breath, he leaned in and kissed me gently at first but then more aggressively—forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. At the same time he pulled my hands up over my head and pinned them down. With every action he was reinforcing his control over me—complete control. I was still pretty fuzzy from the overdose of g he had given me, so it was a lot for me to take in and process. But as he kissed me and held me down—his body heavy on top of me—I felt myself let go and give in to him. I started to kiss him back just as deeply. And I started to grind my hips up toward his cock. “That’s a good boy. You are starting to learn what you are and what you need. And daddy can give you what you need and help you become your true self. Do you understand boy?” I nodded my head slowly as he stroked by face and licked my ear. He pushed himself off of me and looked down “You are one hot fucking piece of ass, boy.” With no warning he grabbed my torso and lifted it up off the bed and over his shoulder—just as he had done with my boyfriend earlier—and started to carry me across the penthouse playroom. As he walked, he slapped my ass a few times, telling me how hot it was to fuck. “You have no idea how great that ass is. I’m not going to ever let you leave, boy. I’m just going to keep you up here fucked up getting fucked all the time. You don’t know it yet, but I’m about to change your life forever.” We finally reached wherever he was going, and he very gently set me down so that I was standing in front of him. Before I could look around he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m going to take such good care of you, boy. You have no idea how much pleasure I’m going to bring to your life. Are you ready?” I looked up into his eyes and nodded. “I want to hear you say you’re ready. Tell daddy you want to be his boy.” “Yes, daddy. I want to be your boy.” He leaned in close and cupped my chin with his hand. “Say it again, boy.” “I want to be your boy, daddy.” He started to shift his weight away from me and shake his head. “I don’t know, boy. You don’t seem like you really want it…” I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his hairy pecs, “Please, daddy, I’ll do whatever you want. Please! I need to be your boy.” I was completely overcome with terror as I thought about never being held or kissed or fucked by him again—this man who had drugged and raped me. I knew that part of it was the lingering effects of the g. But it was more than that. “I think you are ready, boy.” He walked me a few steps backward and leaned me back into a sling that was in a semiprivate alcove at the opposite end of the penthouse from the oversized bed. “This is my own little private play area—my husband can only come here when he’s invited. It’s where I like to break in my new fuck boys.” He gently lifted my legs into the sling and fastened them into cuffs and then pulled me all the way back into the sling and did the same for my right arm. The left arm he left free and pushed a rolling cart with a padded rest underneath. He stepped behind me and grabbed something from a shelf, which I realized was a blindfold as he slipped it over me eyes. “Just relax—daddy’s going to take good care of you. The only way to be my boy is to trust me completely and absolutely. There’s nothing you can do and no way to turn back now, little boy, so you need to make the choice to give yourself to me unconditionally.” I nodded as the words “Yes daddy, anything you want.” tumbled out of my mouth. “Good boy.” I could hear him doing something behind me, but my brain couldn’t make sense of what it was he could be doing. I heard and felt a chair being pulled up beside me on the side where my arm was not restrained. “Hold your arm completely still.” I felt him wipe my arm with something cold and wet—and it only then dawned on my that he was about to use a needle to inject me with something. I must have tensed up a bit because he whispered to me, “Don’t you worry boy. Daddy was a fireman for over thirty years—so he’s had extensive medical training. Just relax and learn to love being my chem boy.” As he said the last few words, let out a deep breath and tried to let go of my anxiety. I felt the smallest prick and a few seconds later I started to cough intensely and suddenly I was alive like I’ve never been before. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I started to pant and moan. And that’s when daddy slipped his hard cock back inside of me. The second he buried his thick cock all the way to the hilt I shot a load. “Fuck, yeah, boy. You like getting slammed and having daddy’s cock all the way inside you??” “YES! Please! Don’t ever stop fucking me. Please!”

I only trick with infected pigs who are into disease exchange so it's not just implied I want an internal jizzing...I spell it out publicly on basically all my profiles.

I love it when my Top notices my little clit is soft and bouncing around while He pounds me

Sorry pigs, circumstances kept me away...hope I can pick up the story to your satisfaction: “I think it’s time,” he said, “to graduate you to the big boy dildo, and to see how well you handle being filled up at both ends.” He unhooked the restraints on my wrists and ankles, and I let out a disappointed little moan, since I had quite enjoyed being in bondage. “I know, boy,” he said, “but you need to show me just how badly you want all of this, and in order to do that, you have to be an active participant. Now, faggot, get on all fours.” I scrambled to obey, and he chuckled. “Fucking faggot,” was all he said. Then he picked up the larger of the two dildos, and put some lube on it, and moved around to my hole. “Now, boy,” he said, “this is going to want to slip out, but you have to keep those ass muscles tight to make certain that doesn’t happen.” With that, he slid it in. I think that my eyes must have rolled back into my head at the feeling of such fullness. A little sigh of contentment passed through my lips, and Bud chuckled again. Once the dildo was in place, he smacked my ass, and said, “Remember, boy, it has to stay there.” Then, he moved around so that I was face to, well, monster cock. “Open wide, boy,” he said, “It’s time for the advanced course. I was so high and horny at that point that I think my jaw must have literally made a snapping sound when my mouth flung open. Bud's "pig feed" (meth for those who have forgotten) had me flying high, and I had my second dildo ever in my hole. I knew, like I knew how to breathe, that the thing missing was a man's cock in my mouth. Bud just stood there, cock arrow straight, pointing towards my mouth, which by now was watering like crazy. It took a minute for my brain to break through the chem haze and realize that, once more, the choice to move forward was being left to me. That truly obnoxious voice in the back of my head told me that it wasn't too late to stop yet, his cock hadn't entered my body - I could still say "no". I think the voice knew that the moment a real man's cock entered me, everything would change. But really, at this point, I wasn't going to say "no". I moved my mouth forward to swallow Bud's monster cock. The first few inches had barely entered my mouth when he stopped me. "Gently, faggot" he said, "you gotta work your way up to the whole thing or you'll choke." So I just focused on the first few inches of his cock. The taste was incredible - the only way I could describe it was sweaty bread, that yeasty damp taste from wearing briefs. I thought that I had never tasted anything so good in my life. When Bud's hand moved, I knew he thought I was ready to take more, so I moved to the half way point. At that point, I realized that I wasn't really doing much, just savoring the cock, so I started to tentatively suck. I could tell by the pleased noise that Bud made that I was doing well. Then, unfortunately, I lost concentration on my chem-fueled ass muscles, and the dildo in my hole started to slip out. Bud noticed my predicament, and solved it the simplest way possible...he walked forward, forcing me back so that my hole was against the wall...the dildo hit home again, secure in my hole, and I lurched forward on the rest of his cock. It turns out that Bud didn't need to worry - my throat and his cock were a perfect fit. I don't know if I wasn't born with a gag reflex, or maybe the tina/poppers combo was responsible, but it was hitting my voice box and I was in pig heaven. Bud fussed with something out of sight, then brought the mirror with fresh lines back into my field of vision. Since I was clearly occupied, he held the straw for me to slip my nose onto - only this time he didn't just give me two lines, he made me take all four (well, made me is a little harsh...I was clearly equating his "pig feed" with intense pleasure now, so I was going to take all that he would give me, however it came). Once the lines were up my nose and I was reeling, he brought the little brown bottle to my nose and reminded me to inhale until he told me to stop, first one nostril, then the other. I was completely out of it now, throat full of cock, ass full of dildo, head full of chemicals. That’s when Bud began to speak. “Boy”, he said, in a gentle tone similar to the one he used when he’d told me that it didn’t matter that I was gay, he’d love me all the same, “it’s time to acquaint yourself with some basic facts of life that I learned long ago. There are two types of human males in this world – real men, and pigs. Pigs look like men, talk like men, dress and act like men, but in truth they are inferior. They are governed by their lust for unnatural acts, and by their desire to submit to real men. A pig may think he’s a man, but deep down he knows every time his faggot cunt twitches that he is not a real man.” I was finding his voice hypnotic as it came out like a religious doctrine through my chemical haze. “Even when you were younger, boy, I could see your head snap up at the mention of the word “faggot”…when you first came out to me, I thought it was fear, but then as I watched you closer, I realized it was because that submissive pig in you was reacting to its proper title. I knew you needed to be released from the bondage of self-imposed morality that you suffered under to truly wallow in your subhuman urges, and I knew I was just the man to do it. Only your cunt of a mother stood in my way, and now she’s gone…and don’t think I didn’t notice that reaction to the word “cunt”, pig…you’ll be hearing a lot more of your proper titles from now on.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and gripped me under the chin. Something told me to open my mouth, and he grinned and spat into it. I closed my mouth and swallowed. “”Nature at its finest, boy” he said, “you aced the advanced course, now let’s give you a water break.” Coming soon (I PROMISE) part 5