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A True Story It was 3:00 AM on a Saturday morning and I found myself buzzing with a mixture of beer, poppers and the two fresh loads inside my well used cunt, all courtesy of Grindr. A butt plug was keeping the loads secure in my ass as I looked for a third load when I received a text from a cute student some 400 meters distant. "Hey man you looking for fun?" the student asked. "Sure. I've already had some but just so horny tonight." "Ah, fuck, sweet. I'm a bit drunk and need cock," the guy added. "Lol, me too. You top or bottom?" I asked, cutting to the chase. He was no less direct in responding "Both, but really want to get fucked." "I've had two cocks cum in me. I'm versatile though and rock hard." "Sweet, you wanna fuck me?" My next text broached the next level: "Love to, although I have to tell you I’m a bareback cum slut. Not into rubber." There was a pause of almost thirty seconds before he responded "That's cool. I don't like rubber either but I do like cum." "Good to hear. I got a butt plug holding in two loads." The kid was apparently quite a perv as he responded "Nice. I could lick those out and we could share." Fuck, the kid was making me horny. But he hadn't asked me my status, which left in the air whether or not I should bring it up. I decided to string him along. "So, you wanna come over?" Another pause ensued before he responded "Yeah. Are you clean?" Now I paused, deciding to answer him literally. "Yeah, always clean." "No, I mean HIV." Of course I knew what he meant, so I bent the truth to keep him on my hook, answering "Don't know right now. Had test, waiting for result." Actually, my reply was, in some degree, true. I had been to my doctor that day, and he drew blood. What I had omitted was to acknowledge I was HIV positive and that although was usually undetectable, I had been off meds intentionally for over a month. so I suspected I was quite toxic at that moment. After a much longer pause he responded simply "Okay." “Still want me to fuck you?" I asked. "Yeah." “Sweet.” Giving him my address, I was ready when, 30 minutes later, there was a knock at the door of my flat. He was even better looking in the flesh and although clearly drunk, he was still a bit nervous so, wearing only boxers which barely contained my hard-on, I welcomed him, leading him into the lounge. I’ve already got some hot bareback porn on and I offer him a beer and sit right next to him on the sofa. He takes a few swigs and I place a hand on his crotch and feel a rock hard and pretty offensive piece of meat there. He turns and we’re snogging in a heartbeat, tongues deep in each other’s mouths, he tastes like beer and cigarettes. He finds my nipples and tweaks them before slowly moving down to my cock. “Fuck you’re sexy” He slurs. “You too, lets get you out of these clothes” He starts to undress and I slip off my boxers and out springs 8” uncut of precum dripping cock. He smiles when he sees it and me likewise when I get a load of his tight, athletic body and fat dick. He dropped between my legs and I forced his face down onto my shaft which he quickly devoured, taking almost all of it down his throat in one go. He was a great cock sucker and treated me to a long, slow, blow job. He also found the butt plug so I shifted my position, all the better for him to release the juices from my cunt. Gently he eased it out and I forced his head towards my dripping pussy. “Lick it out and share with me” I commanded He hesitated at first, as clearly saying it on Grindr was easier than being faced with the reality of doing it but bless him, he went down and I lifted my legs to allow him to lap up the sploodge I pushed out for him. He rimmed me good and licked it all out, coming back up, we embraced in a felched charged snowball. I could taste cum and shit which was so erotic but I was amazed my young fuck slut was so happy and eager. He wanked my cock and his own as we kissed. I eventually pushed him back down and shifted him round on the rug. Parting his beautifully pert bum cheeks and finding a perfectly shaved hole. I was down on his exposed cunt with my tongue, rimming him deep and long. He moaned in delight as my expertly dexterous tongue and finger work aroused him to exquisite heights. “mmmm fuck me”, he eventually groaned through gritted teeth. I didn’t need asking twice and poking my cock at his lovely cunt I pushed in and carried on without stopping until I was fully inside his hole. He breathed out deeply and bucked a bit but took it all in one go like a trouper. I started fucking him slowly but soon got up a head of steam, power fucking his beautiful body. We were both grunting and moaning loudly as I pumped his hole. I only paused to sniff on my poppers which I handed to him and waited as he took deep, long sniffs. I knew I had a way to go before I’d shoot so I used him in a few positions, but wanted to be fucking him missionary, staring into those pretty eyes as I came inside his negative cunt; infecting him with my toxic load. We fucked for ages and were pretty sweaty as I finally felt my orgasm brewing. I flipped him on his back and lifted his legs up, pushing back into him and continuing my onslaught. We were now staring into each others eyes. I love a guy who won’t break eye contact and he didn’t. I kissed him between strokes and as I got close he could sense it. “You’re poz aren’t you?” he whispered as we broke the last kiss. Fuck I thought, what the hell, “Yeah” I replied and didn’t stop. He didn’t make any move to stop me either. “You want my poz load?” I asked starting to peak and staring into his sole. He didn’t hesitate, he didn’t break eye contact, “Yeah, poz me” and with that I grinned down and came hard and loud. I continued to pump my load into his hole and he wrapped his legs round me to force me deeper inside him. “Fuck, fuck” he kept whispering in my ear. I grinned. Maybe the reality was hitting him but it felt good to poz this bitch. Eventually I collapsed onto him. Our hot bodies entwined and once again I found myself staring into his beautifully young face. “Fuck man, what did we do?” he moaned. “You just took a toxic load” I replied reaching down to feel my cum between his ass cheeks. I withdrew my hand which had some cum on my fingers and showed him. He stared at my fingers then started licking them clean. Our night didn’t end there. He stayed until the morning and I fucked three more loads into him during the night and before he left. I didn’t even know his name. 3am, eight weeks later and I’m on Grindr and up pops a familiar looking student: “Hey. It’s me from a few weeks ago” “Oh yeah hi. How are you?” “Toxic”………..

1. Apt #5C He was drenched. Dripping. The rain let up two blocks from the address he held in his hand, but too late. He was already soaked. Shoes squished climbing the stoop. Manetti/Prior, written in faded blue ink on yellowed masking tape, ink running in splotches, evidence of at least a year exposed to weather—rain, snow, cold; now heat and steamy humidity, even now near midnight—but those words he could make out. The second, his and his brother's last name. There was a stack of buttons each with tape next to it, each with a name or names next to hard, rusty buttons. Manetti is who he wrote to the second time, the time he asked if he could come out and stay with him, with them. The first time he wrote to his brother directly, but Manetti, Mike Manetti, answered for his brother. He wrote he didn't know where his brother was. He thought he might have gone back to his mother’s house in Long Beach. Back to California. Chris pushed the button. There were only quiet sounds of a summer Tuesday night in New York. Except for a cab slowly prowling down the street, the block was abandoned, desolate. A fire hydrant left open poured into the summer street. The cab's tires slushed through the puddle and drove off into the night. The facades of the streetscape was dreary, few building’s windows lit, most were boarded up. The one next to this building had a big 'Condemned' placard on the door. A movement in a trashcan at the bottom of the stoop. A rat emerged setting the lid ajar. A couple of needles lay on top of black garbage bags inside. No, he wrote to Manetti, his brother Ben hadn't come back to California. He, Chris, Ben's younger brother, lived in Long Beach with his mother—well, had lived with her, he wasn't exactly getting along with her at the moment—well, her boyfriend actually, which is why he was trying to get a hold of his brother. The letter he sent back to Manetti was rambling. He didn't have a place to live. His mother didn't actually ask him to leave, but every morning, usually at the bathroom, Carl, his mother's new boyfriend, posed, arm on door frame, menacingly in his heavily sweat-stained underwear, pee stain in the crotch. Chris would squeezed passed him. Every day it seemed Carl took up more and more of what was left of the space in the doorway, inched his underwear's yellow bulge closer and closer to him. The day he wrote to Manetti, he felt desperate. He had felt Carl's body heat as he passed under his arm, felt a wisp of his chest hair, a brush on his shoulder from Carl's black, musky pit. He felt Carl's wetness linger on his shoulder, his residual stink. Could he crash with them? He'd pay his way. He couldn't stay at home any longer. Please, he implored in his letter. Yes, Manetti wrote back. A single word. So Manetti. The door buzzed and Chris leaned into its weight as the bolt unlocked. After receiving Manetti’s reply, Chris, a month shy of graduating high school, stopped at his house to pick up some clothes. For the last couple weeks he was crashing in the back seat of his best friend's Impala. His mechanics job at the Chevron gas station where he worked after school and on Saturdays didn't pay enough for him to afford an apartment, but he had saved enough for a one way ticket to New York. California didn't seem to want him, and living in a car’s back seat wasn't living. Carl was a growing menace that was about to boil over into...he didn't know what. And didn't want to know. The type of menace in Carl’s eyes he was unfamiliar with. Abuse, yes. His own father was brutal to him and his brother sometimes. But there was something else he felt in his gut with Carl. Maybe lower than his gut. It stirred some excitement, but he wanted to get away from it before he knew exactly what its root was. Inside, the hallway was lit by a flickering fluorescent bulb. Two dogs barked in an apartment down the hall. There should have been two bulbs in the ceiling fixture, but one was flickering its way out. The halway was dim, full of shadows. A rickety staircase filled half the narrow corridor. He climbed five floors, each landing a bit dingier than the last, heavier in graffiti as he climbed. On the top floor landing it was nearly pitch black, but a door stood open a crack and a shadow draped in a flimsy robe hovered in the door frame. "You Chris?" a deep voice asked. Chris set his gym bag down at the landing and said yeah, catching his breath. He felt his heart beating. There was a momentary fight or flight response he was trying to suppress. He hadn't expected that he'd be fearful upon arriving at his brother's apartment, but his brother wasn't here. Just Manetti. Manetti moved a little forward, enough so the apartment's light spilled over his broad shoulders, put a halo in back of his long brown hair. Chris made out teeth, a bit of a smile. Manetti extended his hand and the two shook. “Manetti. Mike Manetti.” His grip was firm but the skin soft, a little clammy. "And your Ben's little brother Chris. C’mere!" Manetti pulled him forward, gave him a warm friendly bear hug. Chris could have stayed there in that embrace forever. There was a familiar smell to him. And strength. He hadn't expected it, but he suddenly felt relief; his worry and a continent-wide anxiety melted in that embrace. Manetti released him and looked him over. "Dog shit day out there, Chief. Thunderstorm didn’t even help. Looks like it got you bad. Get in here and take your wet sneaks off." Chris saw the robe was open and that Manetti was naked underneath. He caught a quick view of Manetti' dark hairy torso, thick uncut cock, donkey balls dangling between two muscular, wooly legs. He opened the door for Chris while at the same time knotted up his robe. Chris carried in his gym bag, his few pitiful things: gym clothes, another pair of worn jeans, two old t-shirts (The Romones, Adidas), underwear (dirty), socks (smelly). Manetti closed and bolted the door. Three separate locks snapped into place. "Sorry, I was thinking about going out. Didn't know if you'd get here tonight. It's pretty late." "No, yeah. Sorry." Chris was pretty quiet generally. Didn't like to talk. Always self-conscious of saying something dumb, a leftover from an over-critical father. He looked around at the filthy kitchen—sink full of dishes, ashtray full of butts, dark grimy windows—not much different from home, actually. It was kind of reassuring in a perverse kind of way. Manetti was giving him an intense examination in the kitchen light. He felt he needed to say something to distract from his self-consciousness. "Um, I waited a long time for the bus in Newark. And then I walked to the East Village from the bus station. Lot farther than I thought. I wasn't prepared for rain. Didn’t bring an umbrella. Didn’t really think I’d need one. Dunno why. Guess I'm an idiot." His voice trailed off. Usually he never even said that much. That was [robably more than he'd said in a week. He was nervous, a little frightened, and yet glanced up several times to get a better look at Manetti. “Sorry, I’m going on like a moron. I’m tired I guess. It’s been a long day.” "I can see that," Manetti said, ruffling Chris’ wet hair. “Take your things off and hang them on the window bars. Let ‘em dry out." Manetti picked up Chris' gym bag and tossed it next to the archway to the next room. The kitchen window had retractable bars. It was set at an angle to the building, faced a brick wall and shadowy darkness beyond. Chris looked up and gave Manetti a quick smile, then concentrated on kicking off his shoes. He peeled off his socks and shirt, hanging them through the diagonal bars. A light from across the airshaft flashed. The flash blinded him for a second, and maybe it was a residual image imprinted on his retina, but he thought he saw an outline of a figure lurking in the gloom across the airshaft. "Pants," said Manetti, snapping his fingers. It almost felt like an order, but Chris didn't seem to mind. He was, though, a little embarrassed especially because Manetti was so big compared to him. He looked like some of the dockworkers he'd seen in the port of Long Beach. Big and burly, a little intimidating. He felt the man's eyes running over his thin frame. He felt small, miniature even, in this tiny kitchen. His pant legs dripped on the linoleum but Manetti didn't seem to care. He sat down at the dinette table in his threadbare underwear, setting his back to the window, putting his folded hands in his lap. "Is the bag all you brought?" Manetti nodded to his gym bag. "Yeah, not much, right? I'm not used to packing. Never really gone anywhere. I didn't have no time. Just picked up what was on my floor." Chris noticed the robe had fallen open again revealing one of Manetti's dark, hairy thighs. He quickly looked around the kitchen. "Bathtub?" he said surprised that there was a bathtub in the kitchen. It sat right smack in the middle of the kitchen, dividing the room essentially in two. Didn’t know how he could have missed it when he first walked in. A metal top that doubled as a counter lay on top of it. "Yeah, it’s pretty common in these old walk-ups. Hey, you want some soup or something? I have some left over. Just need to heat it up." Chris nodded eagerly. He hadn't realized just how starving he was. He had a cheese sandwich on the plane but that was hours ago. Manetti was nice, he thought. His furtive glance took in his deep set brown eyes and thick black brows over a smooth forehead. Long brown hair and sideburns. It was weird his brother never spoke about his roommate. "How do you know Ben?" he asked. Manetti went to the fridge and took out a pot and started warming it up on the stove. "Met at a bath house last winter. Took pretty quickly to each other. He fucked me, then I flipped him. We did that all night. Didn’t hook up with anyone else. That night anyway. Then I moved in here with him a week later." Manetti gave him a once over to gauge his reaction as he stirred the soup. Then he added, "You don't really look like brothers." Chris was surprised by how frank Manetti was about being gay, especially that part about the bath house. We wished he could be that bold. "We're step brothers. My dad adopted him when he was sixteen, but that didn’t work out," Chris said. Chris stopped himself from saying more. He listened to the spoon stirring in the pot. It was pretty common for people to say, that they didn’t look alike. He had thin blond hair, almost white, parted on the side, was skinny and on the short side. He liked wearing his hair shoulder-length, whereas his brother had almost a lion’s mane of thick dirty blond hair he always wore in a ponytail. It was one of the first things he could recall, Ben's ponytail. Ben was tall, athletic, broad chested, ten years his senior. They both had their mother’s wide face and striking blue eyes, but that’s where the similarity ended. Ben ruled any room he was in. People flocked to him. He was magnetic. Chris was a loner, shy. Not the brightest bulb, said he dad endlessly. But he was resourceful, could figure stuff out. He was a pretty decent mechanic without ever having any real training besides a semester in shop class. It was the one 'A' he ever got. His mother tried to shield him from his father, but she had her own demons and wasn’t always there for him. So he retreated. To his room, or the back of his friend's Impala, and now to a red Formica kitchen table sitting in his wet underwear with his hands folded in his lap. He looked at the refrigerator across from him. A magnet held up by a photo of Manetti and Ben, arms around each other’s shoulders, standing in knee-length bathing suits on a balcony that looked out at the sea. Chris wondered where they were? Manetti looked a few years younger, had shorter hair and wore a huge goofy smile. He looked a little stoned. Ben's deep tan set off his blue eyes; they almost glowed. He looked happier than he ever did growing up. It must have been breezy because his long ponytail flew like a kite behind him. Chris stared at it while his soup heated up. He idolized his brother. Worshiped him really. Many times after his father had given him a bad spanking, he’d sneak into Ben’s room, into his bed, and silently fall asleep on his chest refusing to shed a tear. He did cry, though, wept inconsolably really, when Ben said he couldn’t stand their house anymore and shouted he was moving to New York. Manetti tested the soup with a loud slurp. His mother demanded to know why New York. He'd met someone in a bar, Ben said, who'd offered him a job. What kind of job do you get offered in a bar? shouted his step father, but Ben was storming out the door raising a middle finger. “When’s the last time you saw him?" Manetti asked. "He’s changed some, you know,” he said. "He's not that Long Beach surfer you used to know." In the photo Chris saw Ben had added a bunch of tattoos. A big dragon crawled over his right shoulder, it's tail re-emerging over his ribs. He saw his brother wasn't that slim teenage surfer he once was either. He was a lot more bulked up, even handsomer if that was possible. "Ben moved out right when he turned eighteen. Hated my dad. Can't blame him. My dad was pretty much of a dickhead. He was okay to me except for my whoopings. He tackled him one time, tried beating the shit out of him, and Ben wailed on his so hard my mom called the police." Chris caught himself as Manetti eyed him. He didn't like to talk about his family’s problems—not to the school counselor, and never to strangers. He rarely did talk about them, didn't even really like to think about them especially. Manetti filled a soup bowl, grabbed a spoon from a drawer, and set it in front of him. "Yeah, I've seen him loose it. He's pretty awesome. You want a towel? You're still dripping," he said. Chris nodded and dug into the soup. Manetti popped out and then returned with a large terrycloth towel. The soup was full of large chunks of vegetables and warmed his stomach. He took the towel and mopped his head, then draped it over his shoulders. For the first time in as long as he could remember—weeks? months?—he was beginning to relax. He wasn't used to someone being nice to him. Especially someone he didn't know that well. After his dad left, his mom had turned into a basket case. And now, any day with Carl in the house was like walking through a minefield; made his dad seem like Gandhi. He must have been scowling into his soup because when he looked up, Manette said, "You Prior boys are so serious, aren't you?" Manetti flashed him a warm smile, which he shyly returned, then went back to shoveling spoonfuls of soup. "In your letter you said you haven't seen my brother in two weeks,” Chris said between bites, keeping his eyes in the soup bowl. “Ain't like him to just disappear. He’d split for a time but would always come back. Know where he’s at?" Manetti sat across from him, reached in the ashtray and took out a half-burnt joint. He lit it and took a long drag and looked up at the ceiling. He exhaled, thought for a moment before offering it to Chris. Chris put down his soup, pinched the joint, and took a short toke. He exhaled, said thanks, handed it back and went back to his soup. "Well,” said Manetti thoughtfully. “Chris Prior..." He paused, taking a long hit, taking an even longer time to reflect before exhaling. "...Ben Prior, or Big Ben, as he's called, disappears from time to time. So do I. I didn’t want to get into it in the letter, but truth is, sometimes, a client will want us for an extended period of time." Manetti took another hit. As he exhaled, he leaned in toward Chris. "Sometimes drugs are involved, so you know, we’re sometimes really out of it. Sometimes someone buys one of us for a time. Comes with the territory. We come back to each other. Eventually. But we’ve learned our partnership needs to be very open." Chris' spoon stopped in mid-air at some point while Manetti was talking. He looked him over. Long dark wavy hair, highlights of red in the harsh kitchen light, long side burns who's points hit his high cheek bones, a wide mouth with lips like seagulls wings, brown eyes that suddenly glinted with mischief. His robe had fallen open again revealing swirling black hair over pale white skin across an expansive chest. Chris' brain twitched. Something was off. He knew stoned, and he wasn't getting stoned. Manetti scratched his chest but his fingers lingered in his mat of chest hair. Chris saw him open his robe a bit more to brush his left nipple on his massive pec; he diddled with a thin metal bar that pierced his large tit. Chris placed the spoon in the bowl, took up the proffered joint, took a hit as casually as he could. With a clenched throat, hoping it sounded like he was being offhand, he asked, "So you're his boyfriend. You’re both hustlers?" He was confused, but not by the news that his brother turned tricks, but that Manetti’s nipple, so unusually large, looked so very appealing. He'd never seen a pierced nipple up close in real life. So much was flooding his senses at once it was hard for him to keep up with his thoughts. "Boy, this is strong shit," he said, handing back the joint. "Laced?" "Just a bit." Manetti's grin widened displaying a beautiful row of perfectly white teeth. Why hadn't Chris noticed just how good looking Manetti was before? He had looked at him through a filter as one of his brother’s friends. But whatever the joint was laced with was magnifying Manetti's magnetism. If Manetti was a hustler he must be a very good one, thought Chris. Manetti’ smile, as it grew, highlighted his strong jaw, became the smile of a shark. Chris was easily bait. "This soup is really good," he said, trying to snap out of his gaze. He finished up the last of it. "Uh, can I use your bathroom?" "Other side of the bedroom. Ready for some more soup?" Chris stood up, placing a hand on the back of the chair. For some reason he didn’t feel hungry anymore. “Nah, I’m good.” He glanced out the airshaft and again a slight paranoia gripped him as he looked into the inky darkness. In the apartment across from them something was moving. He was wobbly, but more than stoned, he was suddenly horny. He also saw he was starting to get a woody, one that was pretty evident wearing only thin underwear. Manetti noticed it too. Chris excused himself before it became even more obvious. Suddenly, he was confused by the apartment layout. Off the kitchen was the only other room, a bedroom. Off it, a small closet, and a smaller closet with a toilet and a dinky sink. In the bedroom a sling hung over a futon on the floor. He knew what it was even though it was the first sling he'd ever encountered. He'd seen them in Ben's magazines, the ones he left behind between his mattress. Rawhide, Stroke, Bound and Gagged, and Chris' favorite, Magnum. He saw the leg straps, the leather pillow, the wrist restraints, the mirror perched over the top. He felt himself woozy, and grabbed a leg strap to steady himself. Not the best choice, for it immediately flew away from him and with his other hand he had to grab the metal support. The whole sling set into motion a round of clanging as chains banged against metal posts. "You okay in there?" Manetti's voice called out from the kitchen. He peered around the kitchen door to see if the kid was still standing. "Yeah, I'm good," Chris answered stumbling to the bathroom. "I bet you are," Manetti responded with a laugh. "Ben said you were a choir boy. That really true?" "Really true." He shut the bathroom door, relieved that he had found a room, compact as it was, where he could compose himself. As soon as he shut the door, he struggled to get his act together. He mulled over the fact that there were only two rooms in the entire apartment—kitchen, bedroom. Where was he going to sleep? And, fuck, he couldn’t deny how horny he was for Manetti. He saw how the evening was leading in one direction, and he saw he couldn’t and didn’t want it to go any other way. Manetti would be gentle, he reassured himself. That first embrace in the hallway surely proved he would understand that, being his first time, his brother’s lover would be gentle, would let him take things at his own pace. But he was his brother's lover. But he was also a hustler. His brain was frazzled. Sitting down with his underwear around his ankles he looked up at the back of the bathroom door. Taped to it was a foldout from Magnum magazine. It was Ben and Manetti sixty-nining each other with their forearms up each other's ass. Cocks dripping, Crisco smearing, Ben and Manetti were frozen in a frenzy of fists. Chris popped a rock hard boner and dropped the biggest shit of his entire life. *** Manetti unhooked the leg straps from the end of the sling, folded it in half, then re-attached the straps to the arm hooks. That left the futon on the floor unencumbered from above. He popped in one of Drax's bareback twink videos in the VCR, grabbed the remote and laid back on the futon propping his head with an oversize pillow against the radiator. It was late but the Tina laced joint had him in a semi-energized mood. He was sure Chris must have felt similarly. The toilet flushed and Chris emerged. The boy, still clad only in his white underwear, shirtless, flawless, a thin little scarecrow, stood at the bathroom door. Blond hair, dry now but flying every which way. A perfect skinny beach boy, ten years Ben's baby brother. Their resemblance was minimal. Whereas he and Ben worked out regularly, having pecs, necks, and 'ceps to prove it, Chris, looking around the small studio confused, seemed frail. He was more than a little intimidated by all the pornography he was discovering on the walls, porn stars Manetti and Ben had either known or worked with over the years. Mostly signed. "To Manetti / Good times, bad times, baddest times! Rich" or "Big Ben / Your name does not lie, Eric." "Come. Sit," encouraged Manetti patting the space next to him. "How you feel? Like the joint?" "Yeah, man," said Chris, trying to sound cool. "That's powerful dope. It's dusted?" "Nah, a little Tina. You like?" Chris gave a single nod with a flicker in his eye that Manetti zeroed in on. He casually took a sip of water he’d brought from the kitchen. "Want to try it pure?" Chris sat next to him cross legged. "I guess so," he said. Manetti could smell him. A little grungy, a slight smell of urine probably from the wet, dirty underwear. Ben had told Manetti he thought his little brother was on-again and off-again homeless, at least not staying at his house much cuz of the mom's new boyfriend. Manetti grabbed a pipe from the window ledge, set his glass aside, and stuffed the pipe with a little white powder from a baggy. He handed the pipe to Chris. "Have you blown clouds before?" Manetti knew the answer before he asked it. Chris shook his head. Up close Chris was even more striking than across the table. It was his eyes, soulful lost puppy eyes. When you first looked at him he looked just like any skinny white kid, but sitting crossed legged next to him, you could really see how lost he was. His six pack abs wasn’t from working out but from not eating enough, his ribcage pronounced as he breathed. Hairless chest, tiny nipples, little or maybe no armpit hair. The kid didn't even look like he shaved yet. Whereas he was all hair. From his heavy five o'clock shadow that was dark even right after a morning shave, strong jaw with a cleft chin, his father’s rugged aquiline nose, shaggy, unkempt cluster of chestnut hair, and trade-famous pointed sideburns. "Just inhale it like you would hash and hold it." Chris did as he was told. The kid was nothing if not a fast learner. And obedient. The idea of introducing him to Drax crossed his mind. He brushed the thought away. The kid was much too cherry. Drax would eat him alive. Still, what was he going to do with him after tonight? He was definitely going to get in the way of his trade. As Chris was about to blow the smoke out, Manetti took the boy’s mouth and covered it with his own. He breathed in the smoke from Chris' lungs, held it for a beat before exhaling. "No need to waste it. You take it from me this time." Manetti lit the bottom of the pipe, waited for the white cloud to form, then sucked it in. Out of the corner of his eye he could tell Chris was grappling with how Manetti had grabbed his chin and brought their lips together. Chris watched him, biting his lip with anticipation, moving closer to Manetti’s mouth. It was almost like kissing, something he'd never done with man. Manetti motioned with his finger and Chris moved in. Manetti exhaled into him, breathed a new kind of life into him. As he held it, Manetti leaned back against the pillow. "So, what's your plan, Chief?" Chris followed suit and leaned back into the large pillow he shared with Manetti. After he'd exhaled, Manetti took a long sip of water. He offered the glass to Chris. "Don't really have one. Thanks." Chris took a sip and handed the glass back to Manetti. "Not a really good plan, Chief—not to have a plan. Ben thought you were queer. He right?" Manetti was fixed on the TV, watching a blond dude about Chris' age but not as skinny getting sucked by a balding, stocky daddy type. "I used to beat off to Ben's porn. So I guess, yeah. Twice, when I stayed over at my best friend Jeff's place, before his parents didn’t want me coming around anymore, we jacked off to some straight shit.” Chris looked around again at all the porn posters and photos hanging on the walls. “I think I recognize that guy in that poster there from one of them," he said pointing to a huge 'roided porn star with an extra-long dick, one with perfect hyper-masculine features perched on the hood a Rolls Royce. It was signed "To Manetti, thanks for the ride, TJ. "Mr. No Balls? Hah! Tyler says he's straight, only does gay for pay. Don't believe him. You can shit in his mouth and he'd pay you for it." Chris barked out a surprised laugh. “No, seriously he loves twinks. I bet if I call him right now, he’d come over and ask you shit in his mouth.” Manetti made a motion like he was going to get up and call, but Chris, laughing, held him back. Chris’ hand on Manetti’ shoulder, feeling it's mass, registered quickly on both of them. Chris quickly put his hands back in his lap. Manetti added a little more white power to the pipe. "’Nother hit, Chief?" Chris nodded. His heart was already pounding and he felt flush all over. He was also pulling on his pud unconsciously, getting a little wet spot on the tip, staining his already stained underwear. Manetti took note, seeing the kid was totally unaware of what he was doing. He calmly fired up the pipe and slowly leaned into Chris. He blew into his lungs lightly adding just the tip of his tongue, and deliberately scraping the boy’s face lightly with his cheek. Chris's eyes widened. He'd never felt a beard against his face like that. "So that's it. A couple wanks with Jeff, you on one end of the couch, your best bud on the other, eyes glued straight to the TV. Aware of him but never dared to looking. Am I right or am I right?" "Yeah, something like that.” Chris’ mind spun. His next words flew out of him as if he was compelled to confess to Manetti. “Except one time this real nerd, Kyle—I never told nobody this—he helped me with some math homework. His parents both worked so we were alone at his house. Everyone knew he was a fairy. Ran like a girl. We were in his bedroom. He put his hand on my pants, which usually kind of hangs cuz I don’t hitch ‘em up, and he pulled them right off me and gives me a blow job. Like, I didn’t even stop him even though he was sucking my dick. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” But it felt good being open with Manetti. He felt a mild release and a kind of excitement in the act. "Did you give Kyle a blow job back?" Chris scoffed at the thought. Then after a beat, added, “Actually, I thought about it. Sometimes late at night, jacking off under the covers, I remembered how much I liked it. How soft his mouth was. How it felt to cum into it, into this big wet thing. Like how I didn't have to hold back at all. Like how maybe I’d like to give Jeff a blow job. Give him the same feeling. Like he wouldn’t have to hold back and just come in my mouth and I’d swallow it. Okay, shut up. Stop talking now,” he said, talking to himself in a voice that could have been his father's. Manetti laughed, but made a quick U-turn and became serious. "Well, what wasn't nice, Chief, is that you should always reciprocate. Know what I mean? I mean if I gave you a blow job, I'd expect you'd give me one back. That’s only fair, right? And if I rimmed your ass, I expect you'd return the favor." "What’s rimming?" asked Chris. Manetti looked at him sideways, saw he was honestly confused. This kid was too innocent to be believed! “You must have seen it in one of Ben’s magazines.” Chris shook his head. Manetti found the remote control and sped the video up. "There. See what that kid’s doing?" Manetti pointed at the screen where the blond kid was under the older daddy’s hairy ass. "He’s eat out man's pussy." "The fuck out!" said Chris but didn't take his eyes from the screen. Manetti saw the kid's boner tenting up in his shorts. "That's fucking nasty, man. Gross! Why would someone do that?" Yet the boy’s eyes couldn’t be pried from the screen with a crowbar. He was pulling again at his underwear. "It's like getting a blow job but a hundred times better.” He motioned to Chris’ hardon. "Looks as if you like the nasty." Chris stopped pulling at his dick alarmed. “Wait. I’ll fast forward. You're gonna love this." The VHS tape sped up, then skidded to a stop. The boy was now under a rim seat with the daddy sitting on top. A close-up showed the boy lifting his head, licking the daddy’s balls then sticking his tongue deep into the daddy’s hairy ass. "I bet you’d be good under there." Chris felt his whole skin glisten in a light sweat. His nerves felt electric. Manetti flicked off the room lamp. The room basked in the dark glow of the TV. Chris felt an imaginary blanket was enveloping him and Manetti, separating them from the world. With the light off, he had an urgent need to take off his underwear and bare himself to Manetti. Manetti sensed it and reached out and slipped off Chris' underwear. The kid had a nice seven inch rod, rigid and beaded with pre-cum. Very little pubic hair. Looked like he clipped it, too. His legs were hairless, thin and smooth. Such smooth pale skin got him excited and he casually opened his robe revealing his long, uncut cock angling above his firm, hairy belly. Chris looked at him achingly. He took the boy's hand and placed it on his manmeat. Chris caressed it lightly at first, the first time he'd ever touched a man’s penis. Manetti felt him quickly go from a light touch to a firm grip. He pumped a little in the boy's hand. The hand barely wrapped around his shaft. But what he did hold was like being in the grip of a cobra. His other hand aimed for Manetti’s chest. His finger ran through his chest hair making a bee-line for his pierced nipple. When he make contact Manetti could wait no longer. He pounced, gripping Chris’ legs and spinning him around, pulling his legs into the air to expose his butthole. He dove down to engulf his sphincter and the kid let out a moan of pure pleasure, his neck arched looking up to his face. "Oh, fuck, dude," Chris cried. "Oh, shit that feels good. Jesus. Christ! Oh shit." It coaxed Manetti to pull the boy's pursed asslips apart even more and deep dived his tongue into this virgin hole. “Push out,” ordered Manetti. "More!" The boy hadn't wiped well and there was an acrid taste of shit around the kid's stained hole. It horned Manetti even more, driving his tongue deeper into this nasty, puckering pit. “Push fucker!” Every nerve ending in Chris' bunghole bristled in pleasure as he pushed out his hole. Manetti's long tongue dug into the hole, which fought instinctively against entry. Manetti’s mouth was relentless, chewing, licking, sucking on the boy's ass lips. Chris tried fighting against the tongue from entering, but bit by bit he felt the pleasures of giving up his hole, physically and mentally, to push out and let this man he’d met only a few hours before enter him in his most vulnerable spot. Manetti beard scratched his tender skin, but it felt incredible, loosened him more and more. He heard the man spit, his hole dripping wet, and felt a finger entering him. This was the first time he'd ever been penetrated, and though it was uncomfortable and hurt, at the same time it excited him. He felt conflicted, fooling around with his brother's boyfriend, afraid of where this might lead. But he knew where he wanted it to lead. Manetti held his legs firmly, looked down into his open face. Chris was afraid and yet attracted at the same time. Manetti was all hair, chest, shoulders, a black jungle around his cock, even a bit of hair on his back that he felt with his legs. Manetti held his legs over his shoulders to dig into that smooth, tasty boyhole. From that vulnerable position, Manetti sucked in a testicle, then the other, which made the kid cry out in pleasure and surprise. He then returned to that beautiful virginal, pliable, slowly opening tunnel. The sensation of having his hole eaten was driving him wild. Hoarsely, he spat out, "Mike, I want to return the favor." Manetti looked down into the boy's face, became curious, wondering if the kid would do it or would cop out at the last minute. He released him and the kid scurried through Manetti’s legs, putting himself beneath the man's furry butt like he'd seen the twink do on TV. Manetti squatted over his face as he felt the boy’s lips surrounding his crack. The kid pulled on Manetti's legs to get him to squat lower. "Oh, fuck yeah. You're as big of a pig as your brother. Eat my shithole, boy. Dig in, get lost in it.” Manetti ground his ass over the boy’s face. “Rank, right? Be a little toilet pig. You felt what I did, how deep I got. Return that favor. Be a sewer. Be a cell pool. Just give in to it. Get lost in there." And Chris did. His cock remained an iron pole, Manetti noted, while his tongue didn’t stop for a moment cleaning his dirty shithole. Chris had never felt as uninhibited as this. Manetti’s whole butt was one massive trench of black hair. The crack seemed to go on forever. He licked and licked, searching to find the center. Manetti’s musky odor drove his brain into delirium. He was a boy on a mission and would not give up until he made Manetti’s hole feel as good as Manetti had made his. Minutes went by till he arrived, finding the smooth oasis of flesh through the dark brush. It pulsed with heat on his tongue, and gave off the pure scent of a man. He couldn't believe how wonderfully soft the skin felt across his tongue nor the nasty taste that reeked from his hole. Instead of being repulsed by the stench, he was in a frenzy to please Manetti but he also found he really liked it. He did what Manetti had done and lapped and circled the hole, until he found he could dart his tongue inside, which produced an animal snarl from Manetti. "Rrrrrr, fuck yes, piglet. Get in there you little fuck pig." Then something happened Chris didn't quite understand, but knew in his gut he liked right away. The hole he was chewing on opened up slightly and a vast area of Manetti's rectum pushed out with it. His mouth was confronted with his first rosebud, although at the time he didn't know what it was. Right after this mound of gelatinous flesh revealed itself to him, like some startled sea creature, it pulled back into its hole. Manetti went wild. Chris felt his legs being pulled in the air again, separated, a tongue slithered into his entrance. An infinite amount of pleasure, giving and receiving, before there was a brief pause, then a heavy hand cracked against his butt. "Say, Thank you, Sir." "Thank you, Sir," repeated Chris, his ass stinging, feeling a sense of shame and pleasure and pride all at the same time. "You taste so fucking good, I want to eat you up, pig boy," growled Manetti. "Let's get you in the sling. I have to bang this pretty pussy." They sprang up and he quickly showed Chris how to connect the legs chains back to the hooks. Chris rubbed his butt and felt the heat from the slap Manetti had given him. "Climb in, boy, and I'll give you the ride of your life." As Chris was figuring out how to get in, Manetti said, "You liked blowing clouds?" Chris nodded. "Then you're going to love this." He quickly poured some powder in a shot glass, mixed a little water in it and sucked it up in a plunger. "Okay, settle in. Put your legs through here.” Manetti paused, then ran a hand up and down Chris' torso, ending by fondling his cock and balls. “You happy you met me?” Chris nodded. "And you've never been fucked before?" Chris shook his head fiercely, anticipating what was to come. “Comfy?" Chris nodded again eagerly, starting to slowly hump Manetti's paw. "Not so fast, boy. I want you to learn to feel it not just in your dick but also inside your hole.” Manetti pulled Chris' dick away from his body to the boy cried, then let it slap against his belly. “You gonna do whatever Sir says, yes slave?" Manetti squeezed a little lube on Chris' hole. He wet a finger in his mouth and pushed it up Chris' ass a good inch or two. It was uncomfortable for a second while Manetti twisted his finger lubing all side of Chris’ tight cave, but Manetti kept wiggling it around and Chris not only got used to the sensation, but found himself writhing a bit on Manetti finger, trying to get him to penetrate him further. "Okay, this'll be a little cold and might sting, but just for a minute." Manetti replaced his finger with the plunger, stuck it up Chris's canal as far as it would go, and then shot the liquid into the boy's empty hole. Shit yes, it was cold and stung like a bitch. Chris bore down as Manetti finished injecting his ass with the cold liquid, then pulled the plunger out of him. At first he felt nothing but coldness warming up inside him. He felt a bit let down anticipating something intense. Manetti looked him over, stroked his erect dick and tweak his small nipples. “Feel anything?” Chris shook his head. Manetti went over to the VHS recorder and switched tapes. While it was revving up, Manetti put on a leather cap and vest over his otherwise naked body. Chris was truly impressed, if not a little intimidated, by the severe transformation a few bits of costume made to Manetti. It also altered Manetti's attitude. Manetti looked straight out of one of his brother’s leather magazines. It brought out a sense of privilege and arrogance even. Manetti went to the bookshelf and opened a box and pulled out an orange capped rig. He strapped his arm with a tourniquet, feeling for a vein against the dim TV light. He slammed himself and started breathing heavily. His mouth shaped into an round 'O' and his eyes widened in sudden astonishment. Something was happening in Chriss too, something like a serpant eminating from his hole. He felt a strong surge of desire. "You look so fucking great, Sir. Like a god." Chris could not see Manetti’s eyes, only dark pockets where his eyes should be. Chris couldn’t help himself and started pleasuring the feeling his ass. Words flew out of him. "Or like the devil," he whispered like at confession. Something heating up inside his hole made him feel intensely desirous of Manetti. Wanting him like he never wanted anything before. Manetti cough. "FUCK!" Manetti shouted widening his eyes. "Christ fuck!" He could barely stand, and leaned heavily on the bookcase. "Hot damn, boy. How you feeling?” He was breathless, trying to put the orange cap back on the rig. “You feel it yet?" Manetti looked to him out of focus, but a feeling of euphoria was sweeping through Chris' body, making himself pull on his cock at the same time he fingered his butthole. He felt electric, energized, wanted Manetti to touch him all over, maybe even smack him again. "I feel great, Sir,” he said. As Manetti staggered from the bookcase and came closer, he sat up in the sling and ran his hands across Manetti’s hairy chest. "I wanted to do that the second I came in the door, Sir. Fuck, you are so hot. My ass is yours. Whatever you want to do to it. Beat me if you want to." "Beat my ass—SIR!" returned Manetti, now holding on to the chains while he was rushing, where Chris' butt lay exposed, so desirous of being fucked for the very first time. "Yes, SIR, beat my ass again—SIR." And Manetti did, harder than the first time. "Thank you, SIR," replied Chris, falling back against the leather pillow, pushing his ass out of the sling. A light turned on in the room across the airshaft. Chris didn't notice, but Manetti did. "You're welcome, boy. Let's get you settled in." With that Manetti quickly locked his leg restraints, still breathing heavily, punctuating fucks under his breath as he worked. Before Chris knew it, Manetti had restrained his arms above his head. He gladly went along with whatever Manetti wanted to do. As long as it didn't involve needles. That was the only thing that freaked him a little but he tried not to think about it. If it wasn't for the feeling of horniness overcoming every molecule in his body he might have been spooked by the restraints. But now he was accepting everything that this hairy demon breathing over him was doing. It was easy to inhale Manetti’s pheromones, which blotted out the picture of him hunched over, shooting up. Or maybe he secretly liked that. He didn’t know what he thought anymore. He arched his head toward Manetti’s cock. It was veiny, half sheathed in foreskin. Leaking pre-cum. He licked it. A taste of salt and cheese. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious and desirable to him. He still had a trace of Manetti’s dirty ass on his lips and it mixed with salt and cheese from his foreskin. Manetti turned on a light over the sling and flipped on a video camera propped next to the bookcase. Manetti slowly turned the boy’s peach fuzz face to the side, checked that the view finder was in close, recording each translucent strand of blond hair on the boy's upper lip, and slid his veiny cock into the boy's mouth. He swallowed have his fat nob. Manetti was impressed at how much Chris could take. He pushed him further, getting half his shaft into the boy's mouth, feeling where the boy’s throat constricted, made him choked on his shaft, then skullfucked him at that length for a while as his cock grew from semi-flaccid to fully engorged. Manetti withdrew his cock from his mouth, and a web of pre-cum hung like a spider web between them. He let his uncut cock trace over Chris’ pursed mouth. "Ah Chris," he said looking into his eyes. "I'm going to fucking love knocking you up." Chris felt the words echo in his head, puzzled at first by their meaning. On the TV screen a body was being pummeled by a Master with a whip, with a boy writhing in pain and ecstatically twisting under the lash. He looked back at Manetti. Beyond the harsh light shining on him, in the dim light of the room, he saw covered by the beautiful black fur surrounding Manetti's navel, the three prongs of a biohazard tattoo. Manetti placed a red ball in his mouth and tied it behind his head. Chris realized too late what the ball was for, and started fighting against his bindings. Manetti pushed in between his legs. The kid tried to close his legs but the sling and Manetti easily pried him open. He was exposed and vulnerable. Manetti greased his cock and lubed the boy's tight hole. With his first thrust his aim was true. He slid the entire length of the kid's clutching rectum, straight up to his thick black patch of pubic hairs. The girth of his shaft ripped the boy's hole apart. Manetti's hairy balls smacked into the boy's tailbone. He didn't stop till he was right up the boy's chute, fully inside. The boy cried in anguish behind the red ball, tears in his eyes, panic running across his face. Fiercely he was beathing, spitting saliva through the ball in heaving gulps of air. Spit ran down his chin and cheek. He fought as much as he could against the thickness of Manetti’s enormous shaft, against his cuffed arms and legs, but the struggle only engorged Manetti’s immense tool more. "Fight against it, bitch. I love it." Manetti picked up his pace. The pain was unbearable but he was helpless to stop it, and with every stroke he felt his resistance falling away. The longer it went on, and against his will, he started deriving a small bit of pleasure from the pain. Chris slowly began to unclench against Manetti’s girth. For a while, at the pinnacle of each thrust, Manetti would hold his crotch against Chris' hole, letting the boy experience the magnitude of the amount of raw flesh that filled his hole. Chris felt all the hairs of Manetti's pubis surround his hole. Manetti gyrated inside him. He felt the stiff cock push his insides around, moving everything inside, his bladder, his prostate, a gateway to an inner chamber. The sensations started owning him. Making him feel things he didn't know he could feel, sensations that were newly possible. Manetti felt Chris’ hole beginning to open. He looked into the bound boy’s blue eyes and saw a dawning pleasure deep within him. He wasn’t sure the boy even knew he was beginning to draw pleasure from his pain, but he would know and eventually desire it in ever increasing amounts. He new his journey and he would have the boy follow in his tracks. Tears were being overcome with lust as the chemicals were taking over Chris' body. The boy stopped struggling and for a moment became placid. He grew annoyed with the passivity so with both hands, as hard as he could, he smacked with all his force Chris' ass. It made Chris yelp and clench his sphincter which pleased Manetti. He looked down on the boy and was surprised to see a spark of gratitude in Chris' eyes. Just a spark. He needed to work him harder. They fell into a rhythm. For minutes that turned to hours Chris got used to the battering his hole was taking. When he went slack, Manetti slapped him to tighten him up, or twisted his small nipples until he tried to cry out in pain behind the gag. At the beginning, Chris fought the massive rod slamming into him and the occasional whipping his ass endured. But after non-stop fucking, accepting the alternating pleasure and pain, he came to desire the torpedo that was tearing him inside. The familiar walloping he received growing up, he secretly desired from Manetti. In the mirror he watched and felt his butt turn from pink, to red, to purple. At some point he got lost in it, started thrusting himself to get impaled deeper, to be slapped hard, to be punished for sins he couldn’t name. Manetti felt Chris' entire canal loosening. The ass smacking was now built into their fucking. Chris, in fact, in a haze, began thanking him behind the red ball. Whether or not Manetti heard him was questionable, for Manetti's eyes rolled back in his head and he mindlessly fucked and abused what at times became an anonymous body splayed beneath him. Manetti occasionally snapped out of his daze and saw how much he was controlling this innocent young kid, this younger version of his partner, his boyfriend, his lover—imagined he was fucking an innocent version of Ben, one from long ago—then he would lose himself again to the sheer, dark pleasure he derived from his raw cock having its way in a stranger's body. He felt himself edging closer to a climax as his mind vacillated between thoughts of Ben and this new fresh piece of nameless meat. As he felt he was close to cumming, he broke through to awareness of Chris beneath him. He saw Chris' sweat dick never lost its erection no matter what he did to him. He started playing with the boy's meat, milking him, lightly slapping his face so that he came out of his drugged revelry. "I'm about to cum, Chris,” he said as the boy focused on his mouth and words, “but I’m not going to cum in you unless you cum first, got that? That shows you want me to give you my poz cum. Shows me you want to be my fuckhole no matter what. Lets me own you." Through blurred eyes Chris lobbed his head no, but almost immediately started squirming his cock in Manetti clenched fist. "I can't tell if you're trying to get away from me, fuckhole, or you're jacking yourself in my hand. I think you're jacking, you little cum pig." He broke into a dark smile. "Feel how hard you are?" Chris kept bucking, thrashing, squirming away in a sea of ecstasy and lust, both wanting this man to cum and fearing it with all his fiber, but he couldn't hold back, jacking into his fist and slamming back onto his cock, a see-saw that wouldn't end until he pushed himself over the edge. He let loose the longest stream of cum he'd ever shot. Ribbons of sperm spewed over the room. The boy’s hole clenched and spasmed as he shot, immediately triggered Manetti who gushed in rivers of ropey sperm up the boy's open chute. They both quaked in orgasms, each building on the other’s spuming bodies, until they were thrashing uncontrollably against each other, grinding bone against bone, skin against raw skin, till there was a thrust of Manetti that hung in the air, then one more, then a final lunge plunging Manetti deep inside Chris. He held it there, on the edge, feeling himself unload an afterbirth of cum. Manetti stood dripping heavy sweat onto Chris' glistening chest. He rubbed Chris' cum all over his chest and face. He sucked the boy's small nipples, licked up and down the boy's arms, licked his pits, still hard and draining inside him. “You still with me?” he whispered, as he loosened the ball in Chris’ mouth. “That was fucking fantastic.” The boy’s eyes, drugged as they were, did not lie. Manetti kissed him deep, then lay on top of him feeling his heart beating against his. He rested there for a moment feeling the slickness between them, the kid’s sperm matting his chest and abs and pubes. He licked up a river of the boy’s cum welled in his sternum, and was surprised to see Chris open his mouth for him. The boy had the makings of a true pig, he thought, as he released the drool into the greedy boy's maw. He watched the lust still simmering within the boy as he swallowed. Maybe he was Drax material after all. ***

I was very close to cumming. I was being fucked by a really hot guy - who happened to be a doctor. He was fucking me in an exam room, and I was quite aware the doctor's assistant could hear the doc's thighs slapping against my butt. Add to that, I had agreed to take his viral poz load. Fuck this was hot! To his credit, Dr. Woods threw a really hot fuck. His ample cock probed my hole in every direction possible as he long-dicked me, making sure I felt every inch of his cock as he withdrew it from my hole ... and likewise felt every inch again when he slammed it back in. "You doing OK?" he asked mid-stroke. Nodding, I replied "Yeah, this is hot as fuck." Dr. Woods smiled saying "I'm painting your guts with my toxic precum. You're going to love being poz." "I know." "You gonna share your gift once you convert?" "Yeah, I'm sure I will." "Good ... you'll be a great breeder ... this is a special strain I'm giving you ... you ready for my poz load?" "Yeah, give it to me stud!" Dr. Woods didn't really need to tell me he was getting ready to blow his charged load inside my hole. Like a lot of guys with whom I've played, his chest hairy chest started getting flushed, and his abs and pecs were visually tightening, almost as if all the muscles in his body were tensing up to shoot his cum even harder inside me. His breathing became erratic as he started gasping for breath. We were in a marathon and he is getting close to the finish line. "I'm coming now!" "Yeah, give it to me!" "Fuck!" "Breed me!" "Take my poz load!" "Fucking infect me!" He kept churning his huge load inside me, pushing his demon seed further into my body. After a while his strokes stopped, and, his cock lodged in my hole for a minute or so, he struggled to catch his breath as he commented "I want to let my disease to soak into you for a couple minutes. Just remain still for a minute." With that Dr. Woods withdrew his cock from my hole and pulled his pants up while I marinated in his juices. He reached out and spreading my legs apart, he rubbed his fingers over my abused hole. After feeling the heat of my hole, he stuck two fingers inside me and moved them around. He pulled them out and saw there was mucus, his infected semen and a little bit of blood. Leaving his shirt off, and said, "I'll be right back." Laying naked on the table, his charged load full inside my hole, I was startled when Dr. Woods walked back into the room, accompanied by a very tall man, perhaps as tall as 6'6". "I hope you don't mind," Dr. Woods explained, "but I have someone you need to meet. This is Kevin." Kevin was clearly poz, and clearly really hot looking, with some evidence of facial wasting and extraordinarily prominent veins. Really quite sexy in a twisted way. Dr. Woods continued, "I figured since you were going to take my poz load, it wouldn't hurt to add one more load while we're here. I think you'll enjoy Kevin." Without saying anything, Kevin reached to me and felt my cock and balls, and then to my battered hole. He stuck a finger inside me, worked it around a little bit and then pulled it out ... and then licked the blood, mucus and toxic cum off. Just before he stepped out the door Dr. Woods remarked "I'll let you guys get to know each other, but I'll be back." With that, Kevin took off his shirt, showing a (sexy) veiny wasted body complete with KS lesions on his chest, arms and legs. Once he was totally undressed, his big cock started to get totally erect. Right above his cock was a big biohazard tattoo, almost a sign warning anyone who might consider his fuck. I had never seen KS lesions before in person, so I reached over to get a feel of one of them, saying, "Hi, Kevin, hope it's okay to touch you. These lesions are kinda sexy." Smiling, Kevin took my hand in his, guided my fingers in exploring his lesions while his other hand played with his cock. Kevin said, "Yeah, fucking AIDS so toxic it shows on my skin. You'd look amazing with some KS spots." He was a totally twisted fuck, and knew how to get me totally boned. Without realizing it, I instinctively spread my legs to expose my hole. I needed to get his diseased load inside me. Stepping between my legs, Kevin positioned his hard cock close to my hole saying, "Hey, guy, check this out." Stroking his cock a couple times, he squeezed his shaft full length, obviously intended to push a yellow mucus oozed out of his piss slit. "What's that?" I asked. "You're going to get a little gonorrhea along with my toxic cum. You'll convert faster." Before I could react to it, he slid inside my hole and started fucking the daylights out of me. His diseased cock felt amazing. Even if I really wasn't chasing poz cum, the fuck was amazingly hot. While he was fucking me, he leaned over and we started making out. He was a great kisser and it didn't distract from his need to breed. He straightened up, kept fucking me, then stuck his tongue out. He had a patch of KS on his tongue. I was sucking one of his lesions while we were making out. Kevin finally said, "I'm getting really close to blowing my load inside you ...beg for my disease." "Fuckin' breed my hole, Kevin. Give me what you've got, stud!" "Yeah, dude ... I'm breeding you right now ... feel the poison infect you," Kevin gasped and grunted when he came inside me, his diseased cock slamming balls-deep into my asshole, making it bleed even more. His veins, already huge, popped out like crazy. This sexy man, who looked like the worst AIDS case from the 80's, just gave me the fuck of death. As Kevin was recovering from his orgasm, Dr. Woods came back into the room. Still shirtless, he stood behind Kevin, reached around and stroked his nips, calmly commenting "With our two strains, sexy Blake here will certainly have the fuck flu soon. He'll be a great addition to our club." Wryly Kevin added, "And a little dose of the clap to the mix, just for grins." Dr. Woods smiled and said, "I fucking love Kevin's KS lesions." He leaned over and sucked one that's on Kevin's chest. "I'd love to bring KS back ... it's so sexy." They made out for a minute, letting Dr. Woods's tongue feel Kevin's tongue lesion. After a minute or so Kevin straightened up remarking "So fucking hot ...." With that, he wiped off his cock and started getting dressed. Dr. Woods helped me into a sitting position, handing me my clothing. As I sorted through my stuff I thanked the two, with a simple "That was totally hot." "Yeah, converting neg hole is fucking awesome." "Have you pozzed a lot of guys?" "Several. I pozzed the guy that gave you your first poz load." "Rob?" "Yeah." "Fuck." "Yeah." It was as if the virus was a lineage or heredity being passed down. I could trace back my strain to Dr. Woods, and who knows how far back after him. That was kinda hot. "Who pozzed you," I asked Dr. Woods. "Kevin bred me and my husband. We're hoping to get as sick as Kevin is." At that point I realized I had connected the dots between my first poz fuck:, Rob, and then Dr. Woods and then Kevin. It was almost as if we were now fucking related or something. As I reached for my jeans Dr. Woods asked "Do you like my biohazard tattoo?" "I was kinda shocked to see it, quite honestly. Do people ever see it? What about when you are at the gym?" "I'm proud of being poz, and that's why I got the tattoo. My partner has one as well. There's no value in hiding who I am. I had it done big enough to show when I have my shirt off. I’m proud of being a poz gay man. My disease is an important part of who I am. You should consider getting one as soon as you earn it." As I was pulling on my pants, Dr. Woods noticed a little pool of cum and blood that leaked out of my hole. He said, "That looks good. If Rob's load isn't already attacking your system, then my load and Kevin's will give it the knock-out punch. I'm glad Rob got to you first." I thought for a minute and said, "Wait, how did you know Rob and I fucked? I didn't tell you his name, but you knew." Dr. Woods smiled and said, "Your breeding didn't just happen. It's been planned. And you're not done yet. I'm having some guys over to my place on Saturday. Kind of a special club ... a sex party with some hot guys." I replied, "Poz guys?" "Yeah, they're all poz and unmedicated. Some really toxic loads in the group. They'll really love you and your sexy body," Dr. Woods replied. "Okay, but who was involved in planning my pozzing?" Dr. Woods answered "Just come to my place on Saturday. All of your questions will be answered."

So this is actually a true story... One night I was out drinking which always makes me want to parTy in an effort to make that drunk feeling go away, so after last call I hit up my dealer who didn't live far from the bar and he let me know it was cool to roll thru... He had other ppl there so I didn't stay long and smoke out with him like I typically did. I started my drive home, but wasn't ready to go home and was driving with a nice buzz and somehow ended up far from home, but I recognized the area I was in because I partied with this short, muscled, Italian a couple times that I would still chat up from time to time on a4a... I didn't have his number stored though and being buzzed, horny, and needing to smoke pretty badly, I had the brilliant idea to just knock on his door even though it was like 330 am and it had been a while since I let him eat my asshole and even let him stick it in me raw for a little bit. So I pulled into his condo complex, parked, and climbed the stairs to his condo after I noticed a light on. So I knock once, and then once more and hear his voice tell me to wait, he will just be a minute. Only when the door opens it's a stranger... a good looking fit white man in his 50's wearing nothing but his glasses and a white jockstrap. My jaw just kinda dropped and I was able to ask if Anthony was around, to which he replied that Tony was away on business for work. I apologized for disturbing him and told him he looked sexy opening the door like that, especially to a stranger at 330 am... He told me it was cool, and was just towelling off when I knocked and the jockstrap was already on his bed. Anyways, he said he would let Tony know I stopped by and closed the door. I walked about a quarter of the way back down the steps and decided I would knock again... He again answered the door graciously and asked me what was up. I panicked and asked if I could just chill there for a bit to sober up some, an odd request considering we had just met a minute earlier and told him I had some Tina, not sure how he would react to the statement, but I was willing to share which got me invited right in... I followed him into the spare room I had never been in before and he had Xtube opened up on his desktop with some daddy-son bareback porn playing. Told me to have a seat and make myself at home. I loaded a bowl and we smoked, then he got his water pipe out which had me so spun and he was up doing things still wearing just the jock... I was sweaty and hot and asked if it was cool to rinse off real quick and he said sure. I left the door open and only partially closed the shower curtain. On this particular nite I had worn a swimmers jock under my jeans. He brought me a towel and asked if I had enough for him to slam and I said yeah since he was being so cool about me being there... So I towel off, but not very well and slip my jockstrap back on and put my baseball cap on too before I reenter the room, towel draped around my neck and he is starting a new video... I get my Tina out and give him what he needs while smoked more, watching the video, I hadn't started slamming yet at the point. So I am actually kneeling on the floor in front of the computer using the mouse to scroll for a different video when he comes out of the bathroom after he did his .5 and pulls his chair away from the desk and sits behind me, me almost on all fours with my jockstrap framed ass on full display. I'm still focused on the porn action I was unaware he took the jockstrap he was wearing off and was stroking his hard cock. I jumped when I unexpectedly felt his lubed fingers on my asshole. Asked when I last got fucked, before making sure I wasn't a top as well... Told him it had been a couple months as he greased up his cock and my hole some more which had me moaning and planting my knees further apart and dropping my head while I arched my back. Told me what a tight warm smooth brown boy hole I had while he kneel down behind me, cockslapping my hole, smearing his precum all over it. All I could do was moan then I feel the water pipe tapping my arm for me to take some more rips off it. Thanked me for the slam and the ass as he was pushing his cock head into me. Said he loved fucking beefier younger guys like me. I was still trying to play it safe at the time, but I was so spun I never even checked to see if he put a condom on. Once he had his cock in me to the hilt I felt my insides warm up and get slick... He asked if I liked his raw cock and the precum he just shot inside me, and I started to panic a little but he just held my hips tight and kept me pulled back onto his cock and told me to just enjoy that daddy dick before he finally pulled almost out and then long dicked it back up my slick snug fitting guts. He reached for the desk and grabbed something that I later found out was his phone and was recording it. Then he pulled out and got to his feet and mounted me from above, making me moan and leak precum as he told me how much he loved fucking my sweet bubble ass and was glad I knocked that third time. After some good fucking he pulled out and grabbed the water pipe... I thought he was done but then he told me to get on my back on the the bed and he pushed my legs back and wide, greased up my swollen pussylips and his cock and stuck it back in and fucked me deep and steadily. He gave me know warning or option to pull out when he came. But stayed hard and cumfucked me for another 5 mins before he gave me his second load. I had never been bred before that and he gave me two loads that night. Then he got up and went to the kitchen for a drink while I was still super spun and making sense of what just happened. He asked why I was so quiet and I told him I rarely got barebacked and had never let anyone breed my hole before. He just laughed and told me it was bound to happen and I never told him anything about what my boundaries we're so he assumed I was down for whatever. And because I was still laying there with my legs open and my hole visible he told me to stroke til I came while he played with my cummy hole. It felt amazing and I shot the biggest load. I went there to parTy, just wasn't expecting it to be with him, but I'm not sorry I did it either, still jerk off thinking about it years later...

Had one of my favorite buddies over, he loves a total pussy boy, worked and worked and worked my hole, bred it three times, can't wait for him to do it again

There I was laying in the sling at my local bathhouse taking a hit off my poppers waiting to be taken by a stranger......let me start from the beginning. I was a strictly top guy for years, but about a year ago I started playing with my ass and found I liked it. On one trip to the bathhouse the guy that was blowing me started to finger my ass and I couldn't say I objected, which, about a month later, led to me getting fucked for the first time. And to say I loved it was a understatement. Initially I was strictly a condom-only guy, until one day, all poppered up and horny, I let a guy fuck be bare. I didn't allow him to cum in my ass, and in fact he shot all over my face, but that experience led me to rethink my position on taking a load. Finally after going back and forth about it, I decided to take the plunge. Arriving at the baths about 6:30 PM, I got a room, prep'd myself, stripped down, and pulled on a cock ring and jock. Lubing my ass, I grabbed my towel, key and poppers and headed to the sling. There wasn't anyone in it so I hoped in, relaxed, lay back and hit my poppers. My cock grew in excitement as I waited. I heard a few guys walk by but nothing happened yet. After a few more minutes I felt a hand on my leg that slid down to my cock. The stranger rubbed my cock through my jockstrap, and then slid his finger into my lubed ass. I heard his towel drop but didn't hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper. To distract myself from any case of the nerves, I took another hit of poppers and waited. His cock head pressed against my hole - and then he was in, full depth. He started slow but kept going faster and faster. My cock at this point was rock hard so I stroked myself in keeping with his rhythmic assault on my ass. His breath changed its pace, which hinted as to what was about to happen. Another popper hit and he pounded even harder, then exploding in my ass. Nothing had ever felt more right than that. He thrust a few more times, then pulled out, grabbed his towel and left. I thought about getting up but it was too late as another cock had replaced the one that had just left. After another four loads (that were running down my thigh, mind you), I got to my feet and returned to my room to relax for a bit. All in all I took seven loads that night. Next trip I'm hoping for ten.

I have been straight my whole life. Granted, I am only 18 years old but I still have always identified as straight. Recently, my girlfriend broke up with me. I was devastated. I tried fucking girls on Tinder or other apps, but girls are alot pickier even if you are very attractive. And they are almost never looking for hookups. So I decided to get a Grindr because no offense, guys are alot more desperate to fuck. It doesn't hurt that I'm alot of guys wet dream. I've been fucking random dudes for about 3 weeks now but an experience I had a week ago changed my life. I have always wondered if I was Bi, but always chalked it up to me just being horny. One night last week I was particularly horny and desperate because it was the day of my anniversary with my ex. I never reply to a cumdump once I pump my load in them, so I have never hooked up with the same guy twice. I live in a relatively small town so when I was looking for a nice ass there were only a few I hadn't already wrecked. One guy messaged me with the username "UBiteThePillow" and I was blown away by his cock. I'm not usually attracted to cock but the pictures he sent me of his thick cum and huge cock made my mouth water. He was cut but unshaven and was obsessed.I decided I had to have him. I begged him to let me suck his cock, but he insisted he needed my ass too.He said he needed a good little sub bottom to bury his ass in for the night. I have never taken anything up my ass and I was vehemently against it until he said he only met up with guys who gave him a tight ass to play with. I was so desperate for him at this point I told him I was a virgin and wasn't sure about it. He said he had condoms and lube and he'd be sure to use lots of lube. Eventually I gave in to his beautiful cock and I was on my way to his house. When I got there, he immediately forced me to my knees and abused my throat pussy. I was gagging and crying on his cock. I looked up to see one of the most gorgeous MEN I've ever seen. He was stocky with alot of hair and he looked like the classic gentleman. I was sure I could trust him. I knew then he wasn't a boy, but my daddy. I wanted to make him happy. Once he was hard he led me to the bed, where he positioned me with my legs up and on my back. He took off all my clothes and began to feel my cunt while looking straight into my eyes. He said I was too hairy to be a his little princess cumslut so he came back out with a razor and some shaving cream. As he sculpted away at my ass i felt a sharp pain and he said he knicked my hole and I was bleeding a little bit. He took a wet towel and wiped away all the blood and cream and began to finger me. I told him that I fantasized about him blowing his load all over my face. I wanted him to finish in my mouth. While I was talking he stood up and was rubbing his tip on my tight ass. I reminded him about the condom and he got up and went to his dresser and returned with one. He squirted a TON of lube all over his cock and apologized as it was wet and messy down there now. Taking him for the first time hurt but he went slowly. While he fucked me he leaned over and buried my face in his armpit while he brutally drilled my ass. My dick was leaking precum like crazy. He dipped his finger in my cum and told me to taste my pussy juice. I opened my mouth wide as he shoved his whole hand in my mouth and he raped me. Eventually he led me to the bathroom, where he fucked me in the mirror. He wanted me to see him abusing my tight virgin ass. He told me he was close so I pulled off of him, and got on all fours with my mouth towards him. He took off the condom , tied it and flushed it down the toilet as He started stroking himself over me. After a while he said he was getting soft again and he wasn't there yet. He needed to fuck me again to get hard. I asked him about a condom and he said he just flushed the last one. I reasoned with myself and said It didn't matter that much, because a handsome clean cut guy like him had to be clean, and he was gonna bust on my face anyways. I turned around on all fours and presented my ass to him. I will never forget this beautiful mistake. As he sunk himself into me raw for the first time the only thing I could think of was that I wanted more. He began fucking me harder than the first time. My hole was throbbing and he had no mercy. He wrapped his arms around me and held me down while he went to town on my straight boy ass. Eventually he pulled out, and without a word began to piss all over me! He told me to clean up with cock, so I did. As I licked and spit shined his perfect member I noticed he was soft. I asked him, "what about blowing your load on my face?Don't you want to cum?" All he could do was chuckle and say, "I don't think that's a problem anymore." My heart dropped and reached around and felt my tight hole . When I looked at my fingers it was dripping with cum and a little bit of blood from my cut. He had used so much lube I didn't even notice. "I busted in that pussy twice and even fucked you soft for a good a hour. I hope you came tonight so you can remember your last clean load" I leaned over the toilet and watched through the mirror in horror as I farted out the biggest batch of man juice of my life. The cum dripping from my ass was like a waterfall. I felt like such a stupid slut. He slapped my ass and said I was a good little girl and he would make use of my cunt often. I felt like crying but I didn't know what to do. I got up and left with out a word. When I got home, I tried to message him but he blocked me and wouldn't respond to my text. He had used my boy ass and ditched me. It's been a week later and I woke up with a sore throat today. I feel like shit although I have ever since the breakup so that is nothing new. I have been researching aids and hiv and come across all this information and websites. Part of me feels addicted to these barebacking studs and the other is disgusted. I don't know what to do. Have I been pozzed?

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4 loads today, all anon, first was a hot beefy THICK cocked latin daddy, really opened my cunt up and bred me deep. 2nd was a regular buddy, loved how slick I was. 3rd, big dicked anon guy from sniffies, totally unexpected, and last was another regular buddy....and hoping for more but doubtful.

Sold Health (Part 02) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “Think about it while you suck my dick faggot – Don’t forget, I paid for your service – you little cocksucker...” The boy took my cock back in his mouth like he was in a trance. His tongue focused on my glans and lapped my toxic precum up already. He moved his head up and down my shaft. I told him to look into my eyes, while sucking me. Once, he might have been a sensitive and intelligent guy, but now his eyes seemed dull and his spirit was broken. I was pretty sure, that he wouldn’t make a turn with the money. The drug had already fried his brain. His body and mind ached for another shot. “The choice is yours… pay your debts and live like a decent human being. You could try to save yourself and your girlfriend… or buy some of the ‘good stuff’ and make a nice trip. You could get so high – in a way you never have experienced it… you filthy Bitch.” I whispered seductively. “Think faster you stupid fuck. Once my cock spits at your face, the deal is over! He interrupted his sucking. “And you can check my status right now?” I nodded as I pulled his head back onto my penis. “A little bit of your blood will do – and I guess you are not afraid of syringes, huh?” I grinned. “And your friend will give me the money right away…” he interrupted his blowjob again. “We will pile up the money in front of your eyes. You can even count it while we fuck your brains out.” I replied to him. The lad was obviously overwhelmed by this decision. His eyes moved rapidly. And still, while his peanut brain was craving for some good stuff he dutifully lapped his tongue against my glans and sucked more and more of my poisonous scum. “Okay fuck face, you can’t make a decision, then I will shoot my load into your mouth now. You may spit it out afterwards faggot, since you don’t like to take the risk…” I frowned. I grabbed him by his ears and started pummeling into his gullet. “Hrrrmpf….. naaaaaaaw….. *chokes*” his hands moved against my stomach and tried to push me away. He pulled his head away from my cock and begged me to stop. “DEAL….” he screamed and looked at me frantically. “DEEEAAAAALLLLL…” he screamed again and seemed terrified that I would shoot my sperm any second now. I jerked my cock slowly, looking down at this piece of shit and smiled cruelly. “Please don’t shoot your load…. Deal…. please…. Deal…. *sobs*” I stopped jacking off and just sneered at the broken lad. Totally out of breath he stared at my throbbing cock. He looked up to me and asked with a timid voice “Deal?” Get the fuck up and let’s take a blood sample then and you better pray to God, that it is negative then. After a few attempts I found a vein to draw some blood from the boy. I’ve put the sample into the ‘rapid antibody’ test kit. Now we had to wait a couple of minutes for the results. “What happens if I am positive?” he asked uncertainly. “I will leave you, where I found you… what do you think would happen? You are going to die – that’s what’s going to happen to you - shithead” I replied. In the meantime I told the whore, I still had to piss urgently. Initially he went down to his knees and opened his mouth, but I told him to get up again and take my cock up his ass instead. The twink seemed to be scared about that and begged me not to fuck him yet. He really thought I would hump him and he wouldn’t get any more cash. “I am not fucking your asshole you fool. I just want to take a leak faggot.” My cock was still extremely hard and it took me a while to persuade the bitch to get up again and to turn around. In the end I simply grabbed the boy by his nape and held him in place, while I pressed my erected cock against his fuckhole. “You promise not to cum now… okay?” he asked again. He looked extremely worried. “I promise it. Just pissing… nothing else!” and I flashed a genuine smile. Of course I had to make some fucking motions. The boy was so tensed and it took me a while to settle my whole cock into his snatch. I could have rammed myself home, but I wanted to safe the hardcore action for later. I closed my eyes and tried to release my bladder. I felt the little filly was nervous. He almost pranced a little bit. “Stay still….” I moaned and released my waste into him. As soon as he felt his intestines fill up with the hot yellow liquid he mumbled over and over again ‘thank you… thank you’. I guess he wasn’t really thankful for the steaming piss, but he was relieved that I kept my promise. After I finished with my ‘business’ I told him I would withdraw my cock slowly and that he should try to keep my urine in for a while. Of course it didn’t work out completely. A few trickles went down his legs onto the floor. It was not my flat, so I didn’t care. I maneuvered him around a bit and told him he should let go of my piss out with full force. I hit him on his belly several times to encourage him to release my pee. His eyes were closed and sweat was on his forehead. He pressed hard and a yellow stream of piss shot against his cupboard and walls. He knocked some of his pictures over and I had to laugh out loudly. That was the moment when he turned his head around and saw what I had ordered him to do. “Well done boy. Two out of three… not bad!” I praised him and clapped him on his back. I went back to the table and gazed at my watch. We still had to wait a few minutes. “Come here – worthless slut and lick my ass for a couple of minutes” I commanded. Without a word of protest the lad crouched behind my body and pulled my jeans downwards. “I really hope my test results come out negative” he mumbled. “Yeah – me too. Now start tonguing my hole. Lick that shithole clean” I grunted. He started lapping his tongue over my hole. “Good boy…..” I moaned. “Don’t forget to push your tongue into my hole also. Tongue fuck me… you hear me? Clean my dirty hole the proper way.” When the time had come to check the test results I announced, I would open the kit now. He stopped his tongue action and mumbled some nonsense. It almost sounded like a prayer. Yeah – I heard him pray to God, that his results would turn out negative. I slapped him on his head and told him to keep on sucking my ass. When I saw his result was negative I farted into his open mouth and made the boy moan repulsively. “You are negative slut.” I farted again into his face. “Good job!” I turned around slowly. “We got a Deal!” I announced proudly and ruffled the boys hair playfully, like he was the big winner here. “Man – I am so happy I am negative. That is so cool. Now I can get some cash from you. Thank you… man. Thank you for choosing me” he repeated himself constantly. I used my cell phone to contact my partner in crime. “Hey there… it’s me… I found a whore to gamble with us.” “19 years old and wasted. Drugs… he is negative and sort of good looking” “Nah – just an ordinary whore. Yeah – wait….” “Talk to him nicely and give him your address. We want to continue with the show.” I grinned and handed the boy my mobile phone. “Yes. Hello sir. Yes… I am the slut who wants to take poz cum. Thank you. I can’t wait to feel your poz cock tearing up my asshole either *he looked a bit scared now* Yes…. please don’t forget the money, okay?” Then he gave my pal his residential address and then my mate hung up. I took back my phone and smiled down at the crouching boy. He started stroking my cock slowly and smiled back happily. “We will fuck you hard. You know that… Hm?” I asked him. “Yeah” he stopped smiling and looked a bit concerned now. “Will it hurt a lot?” he asked. “We won’t use spit or lube” I told him. “We spend a lot of money on you… it is only fair, that you should tear inside” All of a sudden the twink looked like a small kid again. A bit lost – and still he was a grown up boy who knew, more or less, what he was doing. “I will fuck you at first, because I found you… that might hurt a bit, because I fuck you dry. But believe me, it will hurt my cock too. But you won’t hear me complaining about it – so I expect you to be a champ also and just take what’s coming into you…” “Then my mate will fuck you immediately after I shot my load. So with my sperm as lube you will probably enjoy his fucking.” “After that we will double dick you” I grinned. “And then you are almost done…” I spoke those words and he took it like the ordeal would be over then. But I meant it in a total different way….

Off today and woke up horny. Posted an ad on CL for a top, and a 60 yr old said he could host before noon. My ad had my stats and status, so I got his address and went confidently for some married cock. I got there and he was typical 60 yr old guy. Gray short hair, a belly, and a white stache. Friendly as hell, and explained he's retired but his wife still works. While he's talking to me he's rubbing my beard, then shifts his chat to sex. He's asking me if I've been a slut for long, and asking me when I first turned "dirty". It was apparent this friendly guy had a darker side. He stood up and told me to show him what kind of whore I was. Now this turn was really getting me boned up, so I got on my knees and took his cock out of his pants and began sucking. He had an awesome 6.5" thick cock, with a mushroom head under the foreskin. He let me suck him for about 5 minutes before taking me to bedroom and telling me to get naked and on all fours. He climbs behind me, and starts rubbing my ass and lubing my hole with his fingers. With three fingers in me, he proceeds to tell me since I'm already 'ruined', he is going to fuck me raw as I'm a slut and it doesn't matter at this point. My cock was leaking precum with his dirty talk. He pulls out his fingers and slides in my ass quickly. Grabbing my hips, he fucks me for like five minutes before grunting and nutting inside me. He catches his breath, and starts stroking in and out of my ass, telling me how much cum he shot and that he likes a 'cum hungry whore". He climbs off bed, and tells me to lick his cock clean, which I do. Next he tells me to jerk off as I'm on my knees, which I do. Then, he tells me thanks and sends me on my way.

Better to deal with them before it gets worse. I had 2 banded off last summer and hated the down time, but a total bottom bud of mine let his get out of control and has been out of commission for several months now and was in major pain - and is now scheduled for surgery next month, with more recovery time after that. Sometimes they can go away on their own, but if not, better to deal with it. Hopefully you can get into just chugging loads down the throat or maybe time to practice topping skills for a while I LOVE the challenge of getting a "total bottom" to fuck me!! Turn the tables on a regular fuckbud during your down time

This afternoon. Had an early morning appointment for my regular HIV check up got there but they had to cancel so what would a responsible adult do? I don't know since I'm a somewhat responsible cum slut I drove over to the video store on Guy R Brewer. As soon as walk in the back a short stocky guy is in the booth standing up with his dick out I step in get to my knees start sucking him feeling his ass up and working his nips. He's moaning telling me to suck that dick to oh shit nigga to eventually I'm cumming. Which he did and I swallowed every drop. I took a moment to freshen up and hit the back again. A few minutes this tall guy enters talks to one of the guys there sees me smile steps into a booth and whips his dick out. Me being no fool knows what he wants and obliges him. I worked his dick from flaccid to full hard on not long after he cums I swallow he leaves and so do I

Thought I'd flash my cock

Just took a pretty huge dick and load this morning before work. Still got it in me, too. Fuck, this day started great! ?

I was certainly taken aback the first time someone called me Daddy in my mid 40’s. I had always looked quite a bit younger than my years. That was beginning to change in my 50’s, as family issues carved lines in the face that weren’t going away. And the damn hair kept receding… So I shaved my head. I embraced my age and all that went with it. My confidence soared—and hook-up potential doubled. I think in my leather-ish world of playrooms, Daddy has a much deeper mark of respect. I hear it almost always used for an older top. Boys of all ages come to Daddy when they want to be fucked ‘right’. They want a man of experience. They want a man of sexual ability–and agility. They want a teacher. I am proud to be that Daddy.

Here's the next update. I know it was annoying to be given a full chapter of filler material, but trust me when I say it gives some information that is important to my other story (let's see who figures it out). Also, its fun leaving a chapter update on a cliff-hanger. Enjoy the next update. -- My First Times- Part 2 “Right there is the maze. Not that many guys use it, but it can be pretty hot,” Garrett said, pointing down a dim hallway that ended in a turn, “And that’s the theater. Guys in there tend to just get sucked unless a really hot movie is playing, then its a fuckfest.” As we walked around, I felt Garrett continue to play with my ass, much to my enjoyment. At first, the cigar he was smoking was a bit irritating to my senses, making my eyes water slightly as the thick, musky smoke swirled around us, making me cough slightly. However, as I got used to it, I became somewhat aroused, watching the sex god giving me the tour enjoy the smoke. “Over here is the sling room. Might work your way up to that since you're a newbie to all this,” he continued, eyeing me slightly as I continued to check out his perfect body. The tour continued with a quick show of the gloryholes, then to the steam room and pool, and finally to a dark room near a flight of stairs. Upstairs were the private rooms. “And this is the dark room. Anything goes in there. I would warn you to stay clear of there unless you want to get fucked non-stop by anyone with a hard prick. Can’t see them coming st you usually,” he continued, with a laugh, smile, and shake of his head. I slowly nodded, my mind racing with all the sites and sounds bombarding me. “So, bud, what brings you here tonight?” he asked pulling the cigar from his mouth and resting his hand on my shoulder as he began to play with my nipples. Looking down, I saw his massive piece of uncut cock was sticking in front of him. Not only a shower but a grower as the cock had to have gained another inch of girth and 2 inches in length. “You can play with it if you want, boy,” he said, flexing his abs and causing the monster to jerk forward, “It won’t bite… too much.” Tentatively, I reached out and grabbed it. Warm and thick, I could feel his pulse throbbing. Reaching back to his face he stuck the cigar back in his mouth and began to rub his hands along the front and sides of my smaller body. “Fuck that feels good,” I sighed, as I slowly hardened with his hands feeling me up. Slowly, I began to stroke him. “And that does too, baby,” he said around the cigar with a growl, “I can think of a few more things that would be even better.” I knew instantly what he meant. Only 20 mins being here and I might actually get my wish and be fucked by a hot muscle top. My mind raced. Should I do this? Is this really what I want? Wouldn’t it be better if I took my time and dated the right guy for my first time? I received my answer when I felt the first finger begin to probe my hole. “Fuck!” I gasped, enjoying the rough feeling of his finger diving slowly into my tight hole, “Yes!” With a big grin and a nod, he pulled his finger out and led me upstairs. I followed him as he climbed the stairs, my attention switching my the sudden change in sound and atmosphere from the stead soft thump of a club music to one of sounds of muffled moans of guys getting fucked. My ass instinctively clenched at the thought of my own virgin hole being stretched and filled as I followed Garrett down the long hall, a thick cloud of cigar smoke trailing behind him. Grabbing his key, Garrett opened one of the doors and we both stepped in. I followed behind him and quickly he gently pushed me back onto the bed. I let out a gasp as I fell back and bounced slightly on the mattress. I laid in a momentary daze as he lifted up my towel, and in one quick motion swallowed my 6in dick deep into his throat. “HOLY SHIT!” I blurted out as his throat muscles massaged my cock, the suction making me instantly want to lift up off the bed. It felt amazing, feeling him sucking my deep, his fingers wrapping around my balls and massaging them. I laid back and enjoyed to skilled top suck me for several minutes when he suddenly pulled off, my building orgasm going away from the sudden cold air hitting my wet, throbbing member. I lifted my head up and went to ask why he stopped when I saw him take a deep draw on his cigar. Blowing the smoke back in my face, he began rubbing my hole with his thumb. “Gotta stretch and lube you up,” he said, before spitting on my hole and shoving the thumb in, “Mind if I rim you and you hold my gar?” “Uh, well….” I said, pleasantly shocked. I had read about getting rimmed, but I never imagined would actually get to be rimmed. “I haven’t ever been rimmed before. I’m open to trying it though…” I said, grabbing the cigar from him tentatively. “Mind keeping it lit for me?” Garrett asked, spitting a second time on my hole and quickly adding a second thumb. I let out a slight moan as I felt the two large digits pull open my hole slightly further. Unable to form words at the moment I only nodded and laid back, bending my knees up and spreading them open, giving him more access. Looking at the cigar in my hand, I watched some of the smoke drift out of both ends before finally sticking it in my mouth. Cautiously, I stuck it in my mouth and started to puff on it. It tasted a lot different than what I expected, and nothing like how it smelled. Peppery, with a bit of a chocolate taste, and almost a cut grass. Aiming to keep the top now at my hole happy, I continued to smoke it as I felt him slowly massage my opening. I inhaled sharply when his fingers pulled out and I felt his hot, wet tongue start to lap at my cunt. The sensation felt AMAZING! I drew harder on the cigar in my mouth as he lifted his head up. “Fucking tasty hole boy!” Garret said, before diving back in. For several minutes I laid back, enjoying the rim job I was getting, Garrett’s tongue stabbing at my tight anus. After a few minutes, I felt my ass slowly open up under the constant assault of his tongue and fingers. Standing up over me, he pulled the cigar out of my mouth. “Damn bud,” he said, taking a deep inhale, “You’ve got the ass of a fucking virgin!” Looking down I blushed, I looked down, embarrassed. “Wait…” he said, noticing how uncomfortable I was becoming. “You’ve never been fucked before?” “N-no… sorry…” I said, pulling the towel that had came untied from my waist back around me. I waited for him to start laughing at me, or worse, to be kicked out of his room. However, he instead ran his spit-slicked thumb along the side of my face before lifting my chin upwards. “Why are you sorry?” he said exhaling another cloud of smoke in my face, “It’s fucking hot I get to be the one to bust your cherry!” With a smile, he moved his thumb to my bottom lip, urging it open. “Get my dick hard with your mouth babe, I want to mount that tight virgin hole and claim it.” I scooted over to the edge of the bed and sat up, bring my face perfectly level with his semi-hard monster. I slowly licked the head, surprised at how warm the PA at the tip of his cock was. Suddenly, he placed his hand on the back of my head, and my mouth enveloped his growing member. Slowly I began to suck, running my tongue along the bottom of his cock as I pulled back. “Fuck yeah, you’re a natural,” Garrett replied, his hand running through my hair tenderly. For the next few minutes, we continued, before he finally spoke. “That's it boy, suck on that nice piece of meat. Get it nice and wet for what’s coming!” Urged on by the hot, muscled man standing above me, I forced his cock deeper into my mouth, enjoying the feeling and taste of his dripping, uncut cock sliding around on my tongue, my own cock throbbing in anticipation. I moan as I felt him place his hand on the back of my head, urging me even deeper down on his cock. Forcing myself not to gag from its massive size, I let him slowly rape my mouth as he let out a content sigh. Finally, he pulled out and let me catch my breath. “Fuck! I need in that hole!” he growled, grabbing one of the condoms from next to me before letting out a frustrated sigh. I looked up at him, wondering what had him so mad. “The one time I need to put one on, and they’re all medium.” I watched as he slowly opened the packet and slowly unrolled the condom, barely able to roll it down his dick before it finally reached the end halfway down. Looking at me, he smiled. “Damn this fucker is tight. You sure you want to take this monster?” he asked, grinning at me before continuing, “Because once I start, I’m not stopping. Last chance.” Laying back, I pulled my knees to my chest and said softly, “Please fuck my hole.”

Blake's backstory I've always barebacked. I've never had a condom on me or in me. I have a hard enough time with latex bandages, I can't imagine having something in my ass or on my cock that would cause me problems. My twin brother and I started having sex years ago, way before I got pozzed. Marshall and I would breed and seed all the time when our parents were out of the house ... and when our sister was willing to give us a little private time. She knew we were fucking and was cool about it. It didn't take long for us to graduate from jacking off in the same bedroom, to jacking each other off. It took a little longer for Marshall to get comfortable with oral, and I was the one to get his cock in my mouth. "Come on," I said, enticing him by suggesting "just let me just taste your precum ... just this once." I had no intention to settling for just a taste, but I had to start somewhere.We were both on the swim team in junior high, high school and college, and clearly that's when our interest in guys sparked. We were the only black guys on the team, and swim team was awesome, since there was guaranteed time under the showers to show off and get a feel of the other guys. We'd get hard at the shower and at the lockers I would suck Marshall in front of the other guys, and that would give them boners, which made it cool to taste their cocks. I guess our big, black, uncut cocks were exotic to them, which was fine with us. Fast forward to more recently, Marshall and his boyfriend Ron threw a New Year's Eve party at their place. They had a steady stream of guys come over to the house to have a drink, and one of them was a friend of theirs named Rob. I had heard about Rob before, as his dick was legendary. In fact it was said to be beautiful. Asking Ron about Rob, he replied "Rob's a sweetheart. We've played with him for years. And yeah, his cock is beautiful. Just ask to see it. He loves showing it off." Rob's cock might have been beautiful, but he was a really sexy man. About 6' 1", 180#, light brown hair, and sexy scruff on his face. His chest hair fanned out from his shirt collar across his chest and down his torso, inviting one to follow the trail all the way down.As the night was winding down, I took my shot, introducing myself to Rob saying "Hi, I'm Blake.""Hey Blake, I'm Rob. I'm glad you introduced yourself. I've heard a lot about you from your brother and Ron." I said, "I hope it was all good things."Rob said, "Marshall said you were identical to him in every way. I was hoping to see for myself."With a smile I said, "I'd love that."We got to my place and it wasn't long before I was naked in front of Rob allowing him to get his hands all over my body. It was an act of erotic submission, standing naked in front of a clothed stranger having him touch and fondle me. "You're beautiful," he said, as he slid a finger under my foreskin with one hand and felt my balls with his other. I was already oozing precum from his erotic touch. I said, "You knew what you were going to see when you walked in the door. How about I get a look at your body?" In moments we were both naked and it was my turn to explore his sexy body. From his sexy scruff, to his hairy pecs, following down the treasure trail that ends in a full pubic bush. And then the cock. It's a beautiful cut cock. Fully erect it hugged his pubes, sticking straight up, with a small bubble of precum showing at the tip. From underneath, his cock was wide and thick. When I took hold of it, the top of his cock had almost a wide, flat shape that really showed off sexy veins there. Now I know what the big deal is.I instinctively dropped to my kneeds to get a taste of his precum, which by now was dripping on its own. He oozed a copious amount of precum, and it was delicious. I couldn't get enough of it. After a short while, he suggested "Let's go to the bed."As we climbed into bed I let him know "I gotta feel your cock inside me."Rob smiled and said, "I was hoping I'd have a chance to breed you. I've been hoping all night to slide my cock inside you."I reached into the side table for some lube. I put some on my hole and some onto his throbbing cock. Rob said, "Sweet ... Bareback is so much better." I said, "Yeah, I can't do condoms ... and unless you have something I don't want, I want to feel you shoot your load in my hole." As he gently entered my hole, he whispered, "You'll love what I can do to you."And I did. He fucked me on my back, on my side, doggy style...it was amazing. His thick girth took some getting used to, but Rob took his time working inside me. My hole was definitely stretched by his size, but it felt amazing. During one of the many times we changed positions, I noticed the lube had some pink in it. I was surprised and he was really gentle when fucking me. In fact I'd say we weren't just fucking, we were making love. There was a definite connection as he was thrusting his cock inside me. As we switched up again, I found myself on my back, as he wanted to see my face as he asked "You ready to cum? I'm ready to give you one more load." I smiled replying "You came once already? That's hot! I had no idea." He said, "Yeah, and I want you to cum with me this time." I said, "Yeah, stud. Breed me again. Give it to me!" With a couple more thrusts, he did give it to me, one more of his loads. His sexy big cock looked amazing going inside my black hole. And when he came, I shot my load as well ... onto his furry chest and sexy abs. Perfect timing, so my ass throbbed at the same time as he was pulsing inside my hole. It was amazing.After recovering from a thorough fuck session, we got into the shower together to clean off, making out in the shower. All the while I did my best to keep his load inside me. It's just something I do. I hate when guys I breed go to the toilet right away to get rid of it. We both got dressed and as Rob was heading to the door, he said, "That was awesome. You and Marshall are great sex. I'd love to have you two together sometime." I smiled and said, "I'm sure he'd be up for that. We love three-ways." He said, "He's a sweetheart. When I converted, Marshall took care of me the whole time. He's such a good guy." "Converted? You're poz?" "Yeah. You're on Truvada like Marshall and Ron, right?" I said, "No. What's Truvada? Are you undetectable?" "No, I'm not undetectable as I'm not on any HIV meds. My load is pretty toxic. Don't freak out, though. You can have this taken care of in the next couple days. I figured you were cool taking a poz load. I'm so sorry." I said, "Can't do anything about it right now. I'll follow-up tomorrow." Rob apologized again and we kissed at the doorstep. The next day I called Marshall to let him know what happened. He answered the phone and it was clear he and Ron were still in bed as he asked "Hey Bro. Happy New Year. Did you and Rob hookup?" "Yeah, we did. He pozzed me. How come you didn't tell me he was poz?" "Sorry, I didn't think about it. He's probably on meds anyway. I wouldn't worry." "Dude, he said he's not on med and he's toxic." "Did he cum inside you?" "Yeah, twice!" "Hold on," Marshall said, apparently turning to Ron who was presumably next to him in bed. He tried covering the mouthpiece, but I could still hear the conversation.Marshall: "Hey, Rob tagged Blake's hole last night."Ron: "Sweet ... that must have been amazing. How many loads?"Marshal: "He said Rob gave him two loads of his nasty cum."Ron: "Oh fuck. That's hot. Getting me totally boned."Marshall: "Yeah, it got me boned too." Marshall came back to the line and said, "Don't freak out. Go see Dr. Woods to get PEP. He's next to the grocery store. That'll keep you from converting. You'll be fine."As Marshall spoke with me, his breath became increasingly irregular and I could hear Ron making slurping noises. I asked, "Is he sucking your cock right now?" "Yeah, sorry Bro, he is. I'm kinda getting off on the idea of Rob pozzing you. I know, it's weird." "Yeah, just a little bit. Anyway, have fun. I'll talk to you tomorrow."That day was New Year's Day, so I made a point to call Dr. Woods the next morning. Of course, when I called, the office was closed for an extended holiday, but would be open on the third. From what I read, that was the day by which I needed to start PEP in order to avoid converting to poz.I called on the morning of the 3rd to request an appointment. The receptionist said they would have an appointment the next week for me. I explained that I was exposed to HIV needed to start PEP right away. She said, "Let me see what I can do," and then put me on hold.Seconds later another voice came on the line saying "Hi, this is Teddy. You were calling for an appointment today, correct?" "Yes, I was exposed to HIV on New Year's Eve and I'd like to start meds." "Oh, okay. Are you a current patient?" "No, I'm not seeing a doctor at this time." "Hold on. Let me see what we can do for you." He came back on the line and asked," We'll stay late for you, can you come in today at 5:00?" "Yeah, time is running out, I need an appointment right away." "Don't worry, we will take care of you at 5:00 PM."I've been anxious ever since Rob shot his load in my hole, but in a way, it was kinda erotic that his toxic DNA was inside me. Thankfully there was a pill to put a stop to the virus.I left work early and arrived at the Doctor's office on time. As I walked in the door, I was greeted by a really hot guy ... an Italian looking, hairy stud who opened saying "You must be Blake. I'm Teddy. We talked on the phone. Come on back."I followed Teddy and he placed me in an exam room. He said, "You're here for PEP, correct?" "Yes, I was exposed to HIV a couple days ago." "Okay. Go ahead and undress to your underwear, and hop on the table. The doctor will be in to talk with you."In a couple minutes, Dr. Woods, a tall, lean and very sexy man entered the exam room. Not only was he hot, I was sitting in my underwear, struggling not to show my appreciation by popping a hard-on."I'm Doctor Woods. Thanks for coming to our office today." I shook his hand, and he took a seat close to the table, as he added "I understand you've been exposed to HIV. Tell me about that.""There's not much to tell. I had unprotected sex with a guy. He came inside my ass, and then I found out he's poz and unmedicated."Dr. Woods didn't really flinch at my description of what happened, but instead responded "Okay, I have a couple questions for you. Is there a chance he has a low viral load?" "He said he was toxic.""Wow. And you're sure he came in your hole?" "Yeah, he came in me twice." "Wow. Not a lot of guys can do that. Did you notice blood in your stool afterwards?" "Yeah, there was some."Dr. Woods said, "All right then, let me have a look at you. Go ahead and slip off your underwear and lay on your back."Once I was back on the table and he started listening to my heart and feeling my neck, my cock started responding to his touch. He felt around my abs and then down towards my groin, saying "Blake, turn to your left side. I'm going to examine your rear end to see if there's still soreness." I was a bit embarrassed, but supposed his focus was to be expected, particularly when seeing a doctor for the first time.He applied some jelly to his finger and eased inside my hole, saying "Yes, you're a little swollen down there." He continued with the in-and-out of his finger, and it started feeling good. Too good. When, a few seconds later he remarked "Go ahead and lay on your back again," there was no hiding my erection. I was fully hard and leaking precum. Dr. Woods then asked "Do you usually fuck bareback?" "Yeah, I'm allergic to latex." "Yeah, you're not alone. I only bareback too. It's just better all the way around." "Then I'm sure you understand I don't want to be poz, which is why I want PEP." Dr. Woods started lightly stroking my cock and said, "PEP isn't the answer you want. It's nasty. A miserable experience. You'd hate it."He was making my cock feel really good ... and if he didn't stop soon, I'd blow a load.I said, "But converting to poz isn't the answer. It the road I don't want to go on."Dr. Woods said, "I'm surprised to hear that. I'm poz. My husband is poz. B eing poz is the best thing that ever happened to our sex life. Fucking without fear is liberating, and it sounds like sooner or later, you're going to convert on your own. Convert under my care and I'll make sure you're okay. I'll make your dreams come true."With that, he bent over and took my cock in his mouth. He slowly swallowed my entire cock and rested his nose in my pubes. It was so fucking erotic, it was amazing. His slow sucking was agonizing but mesmerizing. This man knew what he was doing.I heard his belt-buckle drop to the floor. He pulled off me to show me his huge uncircumcised cock. The unbuttoned his shirt and I saw a biohazard tattoo in his pubes. I've always admired those tattoos, even if the meaning of the tattoo was disconcerting. Then Dr. Woods paused in sucking me, saying "I can stop right now, write you a script for PEP, and you can walk out the door. Or you can let me load your hole with my toxic load. Let me poz your hole and I'll guarantee you'll convert soon and you can put the fear behind you. I think you want this poz cock, don't you?"I didn't know what to think. My cock certainly wanted Dr. Woods inside me, infecting me with his disease. He did make a good point about fucking without fear. I don't know how I have dodged the bullet all this time. I took a couple fingers to scoop up some of my precum and then reached over to put it on Dr. Woods' cock, saying "Breed me. Breed me now before I change my mind."

In the reflection of the glass doors I saw my small framed body ascend the stairs. I was so glad no one saw me come in. I stared at the floor, avoiding eye contact, as I approached the window. "Room or locker?" "Room, please." I quickly paid the attendant, and he handed me a towel and a key. Hastily I beat a retreat through the inner door, my heart pounding a mile a minute. I strolled down the crimson hall, closed doors on either side, hunting for my room. A naked man passed by, and I almost died! I couldn't believe I was finally there. I was scared yet excited. If it weren't for the Internet, I wouldn't have known the place was there. A couple guys approached, one wearing a towel, one not. I glanced at the nude guy's Cock—so long and thick—and soft like mine! I glanced at the floor to avoid their eyes, yet I could feel them boring into me. One of the men whispered, 'Nice!'. Perhaps this wouldn't be so terrible, after all. I walked on and peaked through a doorway. Two guys were having sex. I walked on quickly before they spotted me. I was nervous and sought out the solitude of my room. After fumbling with my key, the door swung open. I locked it behind me. On the TV above the bunk, two guys were blowing each other. I watched, and my body ached. I had never seen two guys in a film before. They were so young, kinda like me—nice firm bodies. One even looked like me—about 5' 7", short brown hair, smooth skin and Balls, with a massive curly bush above his cock. His cock was, however, decidedly larger than my six inch model. A knock sounded at the door. Cautiously, I opened it cautiously. Before me stood a cute dude about 5'9", red hair, nice body, dressed solely in a towel, but carrying a back-pack. "May I come in? There are old guys out here, and they're after me. Please. I saw you come in." I was scared; but he was very hot. I let him in. "Got to lock it, man. Don't want no fuckin' trolls in here." He latched the door and sat down. I sat down next to him and couldn't help notice the bulge beneath his towel. "I'm Matt." "I'm Steve. Ever been here before?" "Nope." "Oh, it's a hot place. Just keep your door locked. Lots of disgusting old trolls. Guys you don't want to mess with 'less you're really hard up." "Yeah, okay." "Nice video." He kicked back and watched, pulling out a thin cigarette. He lit up, and immediately I knew it was a joint. I stared at it, for I had never smoked before. Steve must have noticed me looking, for he reached over and offered me a hit. I vowed it would be a night of new experiences. My lungs burned as I coughed out the smoke. I took two big puffs and was going to hand it back, when Steve said, "Nah, keep that one. I got another." He pulled out his own and lit up. A few minutes after I forced the drug-infused air into my lungs I was floating. My cock was twitching in my underwear; and I felt so relaxed as I once again looked at the TV playing the porn. I was so horny; yet I was soft, but very sensitive. "Thirsty?" "Kinda." Steve pulled two bottled waters out of a small back pack and handed me one. My mouth was so dry. I twisted the top and noticed it had been opened; but I was thirsty. In a second the bottle was empty, and I was so taken by the video I almost forgot Steve was there. Several scenes had gone by before I turned back to Steve. I felt like jello. My entire body was relaxed and aching to be touched. Steve was rubbing his bulge through his jeans. "You into guys or just curious?" "I want a man." "Personally, I prefer young guys like yourself. You have a really nice bod—case you didn't know. But I'd like to see you get more comfortable. Why not slip out of those clothes and put on your towel." I stood up very dizzy. I removed my shirt. I couldn't believe how sluggish I was. "Can you pull my jeans off, Steve?" "Sure." He reached down and undid my waist button, then gradually pulled down my zipper, his hands lingering on my privates. Turning his attention to my sockless ankles, he jerked at my trou; and that's when his towel fell off. Face to face with his not insignificant organ, I blushed. "Steve, you have a great body, man!" 'though it was not his body I was thinking about. Meanwhile Steve had begun beating his dick, which was larger than mine and considerably thicker. He guided my hand to his tool. It felt so warm and silky. I ran my fingers over the piss slit which was oozing precum, and massaged the crystal-clear goo all over his dickhead and shaft. He pushed my face into his crotch: it was musky and sweaty. I grew so excited my mouth automatically dropped open and devoured him. Salty, delicious, and moist—with lots of sweet precum! I was beyond happy. Now, being a young guy, I got horny a lot, but I had never felt like that before—so weird and so excited. My dick was super-sensitive; and every time I moved, it strained against my towel. Steve was smiling as I fumbled to get his now huge tool in my inexperienced mouth. His cock had grown so hard, and I could feel my ass tingling like I wanted it in me. Steve brought his face close to mine and kissed me. It was incredible! I was overcome by his manliness, his facial stubble, as his hands wandered all over my body, exploring every inch of me until he came upon my cock. He squeezed it hard and tickled my balls. "Stand up, Matt." Standing behind me, he pulled my underwear down. As the air in the room assailed my buttocks, I felt as if I were flying naked in a dream. He nibbled my ear, which melted my shoulders like butter. My body was desperate to be touched! As his hands rubbed my chest and crotch, it felt as if a thousand fingers were massaging me. "Lie down on your stomach on the bed." Steve's hands lighted on the small of my back, working their way down to my pussy. "I have condoms and KY in my pocket." "Just relax. We'll get to those." Steve's hands felt so good on my ass cheeks. I was in another world, so calm and comfortable. My asshole felt something warm and wet. Steve was licking my mancunt. As his tongue grew more aggressive, I spiraled into ecstasy. Pausing, Steve walked over to my pants and reached in my pocket. When he returned he mounted me from behind. He dripped the lube onto my pussy and his raw cock. I felt my ass stretch. He pushed in harder, then paused for a moment. "Your ass feels so good stretched around my cock. Feels like my dick is made for your hole. You okay?" "Yeah, I'm okay now. Don't stop!" "You want it real bad, don't you? You should, you know. That joint you smoked was laced with Crystal. Same with the water. You should be screaming for cock and my pozcum by now." He'd drugged me! It all made sense—why I was floating. He had taken advantage of me! But, nonetheless, his cock felt, oh, so good! I was torn! I couldn't bring myself to order him to stop. And, yes, his off-the-cuff allusion to being POZ went over my head. "Oh man, fuck me. Fuck me good, Steve, please! It feels so good." Steve's poz tool worked my chute. I could feel his large head as it tore into my innards. "Feel my cock plow your hole? It's getting ready—ready to reward you. Your ass will beg for more cock after this." Then the volume of his incantation increased as he continued "YEAH, MAN, HERE IT CUMS. I WANT YOU TO FEEL MY SICK JIZM INFILTRATE YOUR PUSSY. SO WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE DOING THE BREEDING, YOU'LL KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE." It was all so unreal! Steve pushed in all the way, burying his huge pole inside my pussy. I felt his cock spasm, as his toxic seed shot up my insides. I had never experienced such great pleasure before. Steve left his noxious shaft stowed in my ass for a couple of minutes as we both came down from the exchange. "You loved that, didn't you, Matt? You fuckin' total cumslut. Why don't we leave the door open and let all the guys fuck you? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" My mind was racing. What about AIDS? If Steve had already POZZED me, did it matter? My mind gave me a thousand reasons to resist, but my sex-starved body screamed go for it. I looked at Steve. "I want to—but I'm scared." "Don't be. This is what you were meant to do. I'm gonna open up that door and let 100 guys come in and fuck you! You will never forget the lust you feel tonight. I've already pumped a nice creamy Load of poz cum in you. Right now it's penetrating your ass walls, cavorting through your cells—to your heart and brain, converting you into a cumslut. Soon you're gonna think and feel like me. Honestly now, don't you already feel a tingling in your hole? That's 'cause your body is converting - being overtaken by poz cum." He continued with his soothing words "know why are you so hungry for poz cum? Because you are meant to be a fuck hole for all the beautiful cocks who are coming your way. With your looks, you're a natural! You will eventually become a breeder. My poz cum will to set you free! Live for the hour, cause you never know if you'll survive till tomorrow!" I didn't know what to think. I was so scared. So confused. This good-looking guy may have given me AIDS. I knew I should be horrified, but just then my ass twitched. I could feel the warmth of his toxic Jizm circulating in my hole. I looked at Steve. He was right. It was already too late. It didn't matter. "Open the door." "You sure?" "Let them all cum in and fuck me." I had never been so excited yet apprehensive in my life. My eyes followed Steve as he unlatched the door. Within seconds a big fat guy stepped in. Fat and ugly and old! He dropped his towel, and I stared at the log between his legs. "You want that big pole to tear you apart, don't you?" he asked as he climbed on top of me and had his cock pressed against my asshole. Steve said "This little bottom slut took his first poz load a few minutes ago. Go ahead, and give him some more cum." With that the fat guy plunged his shaft into my hole. It was just as thick as Steve's, but much longer. I could feel his dick assaulting my ass walls, swishing around in the pool of hot cum Steve had deposited. "Hey Dude, tell me the truth now! You poz or neg?" Steve asked. "Poz," grunted the fat guy. a"FUCK YEAH MAN! DON'T JUST FUCK HIM! RAPE HIS ASS! GIVE IT TO HIM!" Inspired, the fat guy hammered away at my hole, soon enough grunting as his thick cock convulsed and more poz cum assailed my gut. Steve cheered him on. All in all my ass became dumping ground for close to 60 Loads that night. Cum was running down my legs, down at my balls, soaking the sheets. When the last guy had shot, I looked at all the cum on the floor and bed that had oozed out of my pussy. Steve helped me up, saying "For now the drugs will hide the pain. But you've been torn up pretty bad. You won't be able to go to work tomorrow." "I don't go to work. I'm still in school. I have a test tomorrow. Mom will let me stay home, though." "Even better then." We went our separate ways, and I made it back home. I got to my room and crawled into bed, still amazed at what I'd done, still feeling cum leak out of my battered hole onto the sheets. I hoped my Mom didn't comment on the condition of the bedding. Steve was right on two counts: first, about being sore, (I missed the next two days of school), and second, about needing more cock. Within a week I was back at the baths, this time neither looking down at the floor nor locking doors. I headed for the maze. There I was welcomed in the sling where another 20 guys used my ass to pleasure themselves and dump their shit. After all, I was among the youngest in the place, so I was popular. Some four months later I saw Steve again. He smiled down at me while I was getting fucked, and nudged a hot young kid next to him. I recognized him as a classmate from from the school baseball team. I think he played third base. Whatever position, he looked scared and really nervous. Steve put his hand on his shoulder and lead him away. I floated away and began to dream as another load shot into my hole. I remember thinking my classmate didn't know what he was in for or what he'd eventually become. I knew he'd be ready within the hour. I'd walk into that room, and Steve would be there, urging me on, as I plied his cherry with my poz seed.

I don't know if it's just me, but I have noticed that most bear guys have really thick cocks most of the time. I am a bear chaser too so that just makes it even better. But has anyone else noticed that most bears or cubs have thick cocks?

A white boys risky gay hook-up goes in wildly unexpected directions. There was a book store that I had heard about it had Glory Holes , My heart was pounding. A mixture of fear and adrenaline made him breathless. He consciously took a deep breath then walked in… He’d first heard of a few months ago. Mark, A Black guy at his work mentioned it as a place to avoid. But while his workmates laughed and sneered at the description and the warnings, Jay's interest was aroused. He’d come out here a couple of times to scout the place out. There was distinctly unusual traffic at the Book store. For starters, it was in a relatively remote location, And definitely in a seedy area, During the day, there were always plenty of visitors of course, But Jay was surprised by the number of Black men that continued to visit as evening drew on. And the nature of the visitor changed as well, no longer were they white But Black guys, The people who came by after 6 exhibited a different tempo, some nervous, some cautious, some eager, And now, after three days of surveillance from his car, Jay was ready to take the plunge. He walked into the brick building. You walked in the door and you where than looked over by the Black clerk and then he buzzed you into a second door, Where you payed the clerk to enter the back booths, There were five men inside, all much older than me, And all of them turned to look at me. Each of them looked Jay up and down and smiles appeared on their faces. Jay knew what it was like to be looked at like a piece of meat: flattering. He knew he was decent looking, with a good body. He played it cool. He walked past the men into the end booth and pulled the door shut, locking it behind him. He looked the booth over. It had a glory hole in the wall, Where fags go to suck each other off. They go into the booths and stick their dicks through glory holes in the wall then strangers blow them.” But Jay found the prospect unbelievably exciting. He wasn’t out about his sexuality, and even among his closest friends only a small handful knew that he was gay. He listened carefully as Mark explained to his sneering work mates about the book store. To a young guy who was just coming to terms with his sexuality, the place sounded like a dream: just stick your dick through the glory hole in the wall and a stranger blows you, no attachments, no complications, and the guy didn’t even know who you were. To Jay it was a perfect tentative, anonymous first step into the world of gay sex. He decided that if he was here for a blowjob, it made sense to have his pants down, then dropped his pants, Jay looked around the booth. The walls had some of the usual graffiti “For a good time call…” as well as random graphics and logos. But it wasn’t the wall scribbling he was here for. He looked to his left and there as expected, was a hole in the chipboard partitioned wall. It was four inches across; larger than necessary. Jay looked at it with a mixture of trepidation. He didn’t want to initiate anything or get up close and look through the glory hole, Three fingers protruded through the hole from the other side. Jay looked at them with excitement. The fingers thrummed up and down on the rim of the hole. Jay didn’t know what to do so he leaned forwards and played with him self. A low voice said, “Put your dick through if you want a blowjob.” It was clear from the tone that the speaker’s mouth must be close to the hole. This was it. It was now or never. He lifted his penis towards the hole. Nervousness had robbed it of its ability to get hard, But Jay had no doubt that it would respond to a hot mouth. He’d never had a blowjob thru a Glory Hole, But he’d imagined one many times and he was eager to experience it. His glans brushed the back of the fingers resting on the base of the hole and a little shiver of excitement coursed through his Cock. The fingers withdrew then he felt them lightly gripping his snake, Pulling him through. He moved close to the wall, Pressing his pubis against the painted wood. “Nice,” the man on the other side murmured. “Stand a little higher.” A vision of the man on his knees, getting a crick in his neck reaching forwards to suck him flashed into Jay's mind. He grinned and straightened his legs until the top of his cock was just touching the upper rim of the Glory Hole. To his surprise, fingers reached through the Glory Hole, hooked behind the neck of his scrotum and pulled his balls through the Glory Hole too. He felt the man on the other side slowly rolling his large nuts in his fist. Jay had never experienced testicle play and it was surprisingly erotic. He let out a soft sigh and thrust his groin towards the hole so that the guy would have as much to play with as he wanted. Jay knew from experience that when he got excited, His balls were going to retract towards his body. He felt a tongue on the head of his Dick. He inhaled sharply, a shuddering, staccato breath that signified his surprise at how good even that first warm, wet touch felt. The tongue slid across his glans then returned and repeated the motion. Jay imagined his benefactor holding his prick and licking its head like a lollipop. His breathing came faster and he felt his penis rapidly responding to the tongue. The unknown man’s mouth closed around his thickening cock now, His lips encircling the rear of Jay's glans. It was all Jay hoped it would be and the man was only just getting started! He felt his penis straining within the man’s mouth. Ordinarily Jay’s balls would be climbing upwards, in preparation of an orgasm, but the man held them firmly in his fist, Preventing them from rising. Jay started squirming. He was already at fever pitch, Close to blowing his load and the person on the other side had been blowing him less than a minute. Jay started insistently thrusting his Cock forwards, Trying to compel the man to suck faster so that he could blow his load. He didn’t know what the etiquette was for Glory Hole ejaculation, but he doubted 90 seconds from start to finish was considered good form. But he didn’t care, all he cared about was personal gratification. He strained forwards, pressing the palms of his hands against the cubical dividing wall, Turning his feet outwards so that he could get as close as possible. “Faster,” He urged quietly, his face pressed against the wall. On the other side the man grinned. “Easy tiger.” Jay felt his balls being pulled downwards, Slowly but firmly, trapped in a tight fist. He groaned at the aching in his nuts. Then he felt something strange; Something cool pressed against the neck of his scrotum. The fist released him but his nuts remained low, Tugged four inches below the hole. The mouth moved away from his Cock and he felt fingers touching his stiff meat. They were wrapping something; A band of some sort embedded with plastic-cool objects on four sides. The fingers moved down and wrapped two more straps; One around each nut, also embedded with plastic. Then the fingers were gone and just the bands with their objects remained. Then suddenly a buzzing and a rapid but shallow vibration on all four sides of his glans. Jay squirmed as the delicious feeling elevated his libido once again, bringing him to the very brink of orgasm, But somehow the buzzing was not quite enough to push him over the edge. The buzz was accompanied by a deeper, more powerful one in his nuts, Stimulating him in ways he’d never even considered before. He tried to with draw back pulled and twisted, Pulling his groin ready to thrust back in, but he couldn’t withdraw. His cock and balls were trapped on the other side! Although he couldn’t see it, the second booth had been fitted with a 6 inch long hinged metal bar designed precisely for this purpose. The new meat would poke their eager dicks through the Glory Hole, and then they would be unable to pull their balls back out. Jay heard a sound to his right. He turned and saw the door sliding open. His eyes widened. He struggled harder to free himself, yanking on his Dick and Balls, But unless he was prepared to tear his own nuts off he was stuck securely against the wall. The door opened and two Black men entered carrying nylon ropes. One grinned. “Welcome to the club ! Who are you? What are you doing?” Jay demanded. The speaker moved behind him. Jay tried to turn his body but he was pulled tightly to the wall and he could only move his shoulders. Suddenly, both Black men pounced on him, Each tying a thick nylon rope around his wrists. The ropes were hooked over to the corners of the wall, And Pulled tight then tied off. “What are you doing!!” Jay demanded more loudly. “What you want,” The grinning Black man said. “But first an initiation to the club.” “I don’t want THIS!” Jay said. “Really? Then why stick your boner through a Glory hole in the wall?” “I… I…” Jay couldn’t think of a good answer. The truth is, He DID want some excitement. He wanted to have some kind of sexual adventure with a Black man, And he wasn’t all that discerning who or how old that Black man was. The Black men pulled his trousers and underwear off, Roped his legs and pulled them apart so far that Jay was forced onto his tip toes, Feet barely touching the ground at all, And all his weight on his arms, Before tying the ropes to the corners of the booth as well. Now Jay stood, naked and spread eagles, Pressed tightly against the stall wall. He struggled furiously and he could feel his rigid erection bouncing on the other side of the wall, Kept hard by the ceaseless vibrations of the milking machine strapped to his Dick. But for all his struggling, He was utterly unable to free himself. The talkative Black man produced a small lubricated Black dildo. He showed it to Jay. “Something to get you warmed up.” Jay’s eyes opened wide. “No, no. I don’t need warming up. Keep that away from me.” The man spread Jay’s Ass cheeks then knelt and examined the boy’s Asshole. A pristine starfish winked back at him. There was no redness, No signs of stretching, No bruising, just a tight puckered star of virgin flesh. “Looks to me like you do. Where no Black man has gone before.” He smeared lube from a tube onto the pinch of flesh. Jay flinched away from the touch. “No, no!” he repeated. Then he felt the head of the Black dildo against his hole. He tried to resist but it was almost impossible with his legs spread that wide apart. The man twisted and wobbled it until, despite Jay’s best efforts, It slipped inside him. Jay grunted. “Uhnnnn nnnnn.” Then the Black man turned a dial on the end of the Black dildo and it also started buzzing. Jay understood in an instant why Black men and liberated breeders Enjoyed having things in their assholes. In many ways, This was everything he had hoped gay sex would feel like. Except with a Cock, and not secured in a remote book store, Jay squirmed desperately, As his hole and genitals were gently vibrating, Forcing him to the sort of ecstasy He had hoped to experience. The Black man took out two small clamps, Like rubber coated bulldog clips, But with very little bite. He reached around the right side Jay’s chest and tweaked a nipple between his index finger and thumb. “Ow!” The nipple stood up pert and the Black man quickly attached one of the small clamps. Jay felt it pinching his nipple, a sharp pain that quickly lost its edge. A second clamp joined the first on Jay’s other nipple. The sensation was uncomfortable but bearable, and it added something to the stimulation his other erogenous zones were experiencing. “How you enjoying this white boy?” The Black man asked, leaning close. “What’s your name?” Jay,” the young man replied, Not thinking to make up a lie. “I’m Hunter. It’s good to meet ya Jay.” The Black man kissed Jay on the cheek: A slow sensual kiss. Jay instinctively recoiled, Expecting something disgusting, But the kiss was actually surprisingly tender and the Black man smelt clean, With a mixture of mild soap and quality after shave. Two days of stubble brushed Jay’s smooth face. “Aww don’t be like that. You came here for a reason with your hard Cock and your virgin Hole. You came for an adventure and you’re gonna get one. But there’s no need to worry.” Jay exhaled heavily as the Black man told him that he was going to get home safe, He’d feared that maybe he would die in this small booth, Now that this clean Black man in a Seedy place reassured him that he was not going to die tonight. “Thatta boy. Relaaax. You’ll actually start to enjoy it. That is why you came here isn’t it?” As he cooed reassurance into Jay’s ear, Hunter pumped the Black dildo in and out of the Jay’s Asshole. Jay frowned. He was so hard. “Y… yes. I guess so,” He affirmed. Then he made a weird strangled sound and started struggling. He struggled frantically for 30 seconds then slumped against the ropes that held his arms. His feet barely touched the floor. “Did you just cum boy?” The Black man enquirer. Jay didn’t answer so the Black man looked in the next booth. There was white liquid sprayed into the milking machine. Hunter smiled. “Many more like that before the night is done Jay.” Jay frowned, Surprised at how easily his body could be induced to give up its Seed completely against his control. “Did you like that?” Jay’s frown deepened. What would it mean if he said yes? He already knew he was gay. He wasn’t ashamed of it. He was simply private; circumspect about who he told. But here, at a book store, Milked by machine and this stranger. What kind of fucked up weirdo did that make him. But he couldn’t deny the power of his orgasm. In spite of his trepidation, There was no doubt that he HAD enjoyed feeling the small Black dildo slipping in and out of his hole, As well as the powerful orgasm it had produced. Jay gave a curt nod, admitting to Hunter what was already obvious. “Good. Then you’re going to enjoy the next few hours a whole lot more.” The man produced a small brown bottle. It had a lively font that spelled the word “Locker Room aroma” against a bright red back round, Hunter showed it to Jay. “Poppers. It’ll make your Orgasms better. Hunter unscrewed the lid and wafted it under Jay’s nose. “Good. Sniff.” Jay took a small sniff. His nostrils were filled with an acrid scent and he almost immediately felt light headed. Hunter attached a nose gag and poured the liquid into the nose gag , Every time I would inhale thru my nose I would get a good hit of Poppers, Hunter unbuttoned his jeans and dropped His boxers and jeans to his knees. Jay strained to see. The man’s Black cock was as clean as the rest of Him, Nine inches of uncut Black meat. Hunter gripped his flaccid cock and with just a dozen quick tugs his Black cock was almost as hard as Jay’s. He rolled a rubber onto it, Then shuffled up behind the young man. “This will be an experience to take back with you,” He whispered. Hunter turned and his accomplice was standing by the door already hard. The other Black man was watching intently. Hunter nodded to him and the other Black man left the booth. Hunter removed the Black dildo and slowly replaced it with his larger Black cock. Jay tensed, anticipating pain, but the Black dildo had loosened his sphincter and Hunter’s Black cock slid easily inside. The Black man started to pump slowly, enjoying the tightness of Jay’s virgin hole. Jay had no choice but to stand, Legs splayed wide as the Black man took him, But even if he could have walked away, he was no longer sure if he would have. The situation was erotic beyond the bounds of his limited imagination, And it wildly exceeded his hopes. A few moments later, Jay felt hands on his rigid Cock and they removed the vibrating beads. His cock continued buzzing as the amyl nitrite in the Poppers liquid constricted the blood vessels. His cock felt even harder than when he had ejaculated and he could almost feel the blood coursing, Tingling through his tightened blood vessels. The fingers continued touching his throbbing member and Jay correctly surmised that the hands were sliding a condom onto him. But he was beyond distracted, His attention being torn in multiple directions, not the least of which was the Black penis that was now slipping in and out of his virgin hole. Hunter was thrusting with long, smooth strokes, Letting Jay experience every one of his nine inches. Withdrawing all the way, then re-penetrating the young man on every stroke. At this stage, He was fucking as much for Hunter as for himself. Every time Hunter’s Black dick head bumped past the Jay’s sphincter and Jay's hole snapped shut, Jay felt a thrill as the nerves in his rear responded to the stimulation. Then a moment where he could feel Hunter’s glans pausing against the outside of his hole, His glans surprisingly hard and hot, Then it was followed by the sensation of his hole spreading and enfolding the Black man’s Cock once again. Hunter’s fucking was leisurely, enabling Jay to focus on every part of the experience. Jay had never been so aware of the physiology of his anus, Both inside and out, But now it felt as though Hunter’s Black cock was a pioneer, Casually exploring his hole inside and out. At the inner limit of each stroke, Hunter’s glans rubbed against something inside Jay’s anus. Jay felt a thrill, A little rush of excitement as the head bumped over it, Then a feeling of pressure deeper in. He realized that this must be the prostate that he’d heard about, And know he realized why it was so highly regarded. Each time Hunter’s glans touched it, Jay felt like he was going to cum – Not the massive full body experience of his earlier Orgasm, But a different sensation in his testicles and somewhere inside him, A quick welling of excitement that was gone the second Hunter’s glans was past, Leaving him craving the next touch in that deep place. And all the time that buzzing, Vibrating feeling deep in each testicle, Distracting as much as arousing, Yet making him feel like his balls were somehow being activated, Charged, Primed by the incessant vibrations. Yet it was a strange kind of distraction, Both frustrating and tremendously arousing. The testicular stimulation had a secondary effect that Hunter was only too well aware of; it was forcing Jay’s penis to new levels of hardness. The vibrations were transferring to the root of his penis, Increasing the pulse rate, While the amel constricted the blood vessels, Reducing the rate at which the blood could leave his cock. The circumcised head strained upwards away from the shaft, bloated and deep crimson. The shaft was hard to the touch, Tiny veins purple just behind the head, leading in minute delicate delta maps towards the shaft. Larger veins corded along its length, vascular as a ‘body builder. Even his testicles had already grown by 50 percent, Ready and eager to spread his seed. No longer were they the soft orbs that hung in his pants as he went about his day, They were firm to the touch, engorged with blood and semen, His nut sack stretched thin and tight over each large oval. Jay’s head was pressed against the partition wall, His face turned to the open door as Hunter slowly screwed him, Gathering pace now. Then Jay felt something he did not expect; warmth against his cock. But not the warm wetness of a mouth, Somebody was forcing his cock into their own hole. He’d fooled with people before, jacked them off and been jacked in return, But he had always wondered if he was going to prefer being a top or a bottom. He was a passionate sportsman, but not aggressive by nature. Yet the idea of going down on his knees and being taken seemed a little submissive to his tastes. But now he was experiencing the very best of both worlds simultaneously. His hole being plowed with his cock was engulfed in a hot hole that was sliding back and forth along its length. On each inward stroke, The cheeks of the man’s rump spread on the wall, pressing firmly against Jay’s trapped and swollen balls. It was another new experience. Mildly uncomfortable, Causing a slight ache in each nut, Yet the pain also added to pleasure, Making Jay acutely aware of the connection between his nuts and his libido, Dissolving the barriers between pleasure and pain. Now that he was sure that muscles in Jay’s sphincter had relaxed sufficiently not to injure, Hunter began to fuck Jay more aggressively. No longer did he fully withdraw, But instead he pulled his hard Black tool halfway back, Before ramming it back with jackhammer force, Drilling the kid to the wall. Jay tried to look over his shoulder but Hunter put a hand on the boy’s cheek and turned him away, Forcing the side of his head into the wall again. Jay understood that he was Hunter’s play thing now. That this was Hunter’s time to have fun. On each thrust of Hunter’s hips, The entire partition wall vibrated with a thud. Jay had toyed with rape fantasies while masturbating, But they usually involved white guys. He’d never even considered the possibility of Black men old enough to be his father. But now the limits of his imagination were being revealed. With tattooed arms and a wife beater t-shirt on, Hunter looked like he could be a trucker. On the other side of the wall, a puffy guy in his fifties was riding Jay’s cock like he was at the rodeo, Using the vibrations of Hunter’s fucking as a metronome and bouncing at twice the speed. Jay could hear the Black man gasping and groaning as he pleasured himself, Using Jay’s dick the way a desperate housewife uses a dildo. Jay realized that that’s all he was to these Black men – a hole and flesh dildo, And it felt great! No longer was the question whether he wanted to be a top or a bottom, But how his body could be used in the most gratifying manner. He was happy to be both, and neither. He was powerless, Just a human sex toy. Behind him, Hunter pounded into him. The man grabbed Jay’s hair and pulled his head back, becoming more aggressive the more aroused he became. Jay wondered who would cum first Hunter or the other guy. The way the pudgy man was moaning it was going to be him, But surely Hunter couldn’t keep this thudding pace up for long without losing it? As it happened, It was neither of them. From out of nowhere, Jay came again hard. “Ahh ahh ahhh ahh ah!” He moaned and panted and squirmed, Squirting hard into the hole. Hunter pulled the boy’s head back further so that his head faced the ceiling, But the guy could see nothing, His eyes were clenched tightly shut as his second orgasm, Even more powerful than the first, carried him away. The guy heard Jay cumming then felt the squelching wetness as the condom filled in his own hole and that was all it took to trigger his own orgasm. He panted, short and fast in a high pitched voice like a little girl having a nightmare, But all he was feeling was ecstasy. Breaking a new boy in was a privilege, And he was enjoying riding this guys six inch meat immensely. Hunter thudded his cock faster and harder into Jay’s hole, Finally allowing himself to go over the edge. There was nothing prissy about HIS orgasm. He snarled like an animal, Clawing at the back of Jay’s left shoulder, drawing blood as he let loose and filled the condom he was wearing with a massive load. When he finally stopped cumming, Hunter withdrew his cock from the boy’s asshole and carefully pulled the condom from his hard cock. He lifted the condom and dangled it in front of Jay’s now open eyes where the boy could see it. It hung heavy with a viscous, semi-opaque Black load that looked more like something a horse would produce. “Open up,” Hunter said, holding the neck of the condom against the young man’s lips. Jay declined to comply. Even in the heat of the moment that was too much for his Christian upbringing to cope with. Hunter released the his hair and squeezed the sides of his cheeks, Pushing them painfully into his teeth. Jay opened his mouth instinctively and the moment he did, Hunter poured the contents of the condom into the boy’s mouth; Quarter of a cup of fresh spunk. Jay tried to turn his head, but Hunter held him in place, immediately placing his hand over Jay's mouth so that he couldn’t spit the slimy deposit back out. “Swallow.” “Mmm mmm,” Jay responded, Trying again to turn his head. Hunter pinched the boy’s nostrils shut. Now Jay couldn’t breathe. “Swallow,” Hunter repeated calmly. “I’m not letting you breathe again until you do.” Jay still refused. Hunter stroked the guy’s throat. “Swallow. It’s really not that bad, Black Cum well make your Body Stronger, It’ll make your Balls and Dick Bigger.” Jay forced himself to take a small gulp and as soon as he did, Hunter released his nostrils. “All of it.” Jay took two more gulps and he felt Hunter’s massive load sliding down his throat. This was insane. It was like he was two separate people. In the other cubicle, His cock was still hard, Straining, His own cum sloshing around in the condom that had been placed on him. That part of him was horny, Eager, Its fat balls thrumming with sexual energy, his glans bloated like a mushroom cloud a top his rigid tool. And on this side, He was still fighting against decades of religious programming, All of his conscious intellect screaming against the debasement of his body. But it felt so good. So, So good. Hunter released Jay’s head and lay against the guy’s back exhausted. They were both drenched in sweat. Hunter released Jay’s face and Jay lowered his head. Jay stared out of the cubical door and there were three more Black men standing there watching, Positioned so that they could see into both booths simultaneously. Two of them had their Black cocks out and were maturating slowly, And the third had a large lump in his pants, But was recording the scene on a video recorder, Jay realized that he had become the main attraction at the Club and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His arms and legs were still spread wide, Making him look like a horizontal starfish. “Thanks ,” Hunter said from behind him, And ruffled his hair as he left the booth. Another Black man walked in as Hunter left. Jay’s eyes widened. Again? Another one? But he was exhausted, sexually drained. He couldn’t possibly… Two hours, 15 cocks and 8 ass holes later, Jay’s mind was in a haze. He could barely think straight. He was horny beyond his most fevered imaginings and his cock was still rigid and eager for attention. He’d lost track of how many times he’d cum in the milking machine? Then someone arrived and it was like a bucket of cold water to the face. It was Mark from work. The 24 year old sauntered in. “Well look who it is. That story always gets someone.” “M… Mark! What are you doing here?!” Mark grinned. “Same as you. Well, not exactly the same obviously. Welcome to the club!” Mark opened his pants and pulled out a monster. It flopped out like an Anaconda, Flaccid with a huge arrow-shaped glans. A porn star Black Cock. Greasy looking; dark brown; dangerous. He reached into his pants and hooked out a pair of nuts that were as impressive as his nuts; A heavy pair of bull balls, Each the size of a large chicken egg, hanging low in a loose sack. Jay looked at Mark’s genitals with a mixture of awe and fear. Mark saw Jay’s expression. “Yeah, I get that reaction a lot,” He said with a cocky smirk. He started to massage the head of his gargantuan Black penis. It rapidly filled with blood, adding another three inches to its length. Now fully hard it was 12.5 But what was making Jay’s heart pound was its thickness; thicker than a deodorant spray can, and just as long. It was undoubtedly the thickest Black Cock he’d ever seen and Mark watched a LOT of gay porn. The dark glans was huge, Its upper trailing edge sloping far back, Like the barb of a whaling spear. Jay had once seen a documentary where biologists theorized that the shape of the human glans was an evolutionary development designed to scoop any mating rivals’ sperm from a female’s vagina. Looking at Mark’s Black cock head, Jay didn’t doubt the theory. It looked capable of scooping pints out of any woman unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end. Mark did not put on a condom. It was doubtful that even a magnum could cope with his penis. Jay had long since resigned himself tonight, To the fact that his asshole was just a receptacle for a seemingly endless line of cocks to drill, But this was different. This was a freak of nature. A beast. It was surely going to rip him in half. “I can’t take that!” Mark grinned. “Yeah, They all say that. Cunt's can't take it either, That’s why they called me last. After my go the new meat is ruined for everyone else. But it’s not so bad. It’ll hurt, But you’ll be surprised just what you can do if you put your mind to it!” Mark moved up behind Jay, And Jay expected the Black man to simply ram his way in. There was something about his tone and demeanor that hinted at cruelty. To his surprise, Mark was calm, Patient, just as Hunter had been at the start of the evening. He pushed slowly, Allowing Jay’s hole to stretch at its own pace. Jay felt his hole gradually opening for the huge intruder, But after a few minutes of firm but careful pushing, His hole was at its limit. Mark realized that Jay’s hole was open to his maximum extent and leaned on the boy with all his body weight, Forcing Jay’s sphincter to admit him. “Gahhh! Stop, it hurts, it hurts. You’re killing me.” Mark ignored Jay’s pleas. He’d heard them dozens of times. They always protested. Sometimes their assholes stretched, And other times they simply tore. If it was the latter, They’d heal, And they’d always remember the time they were fucked by the biggest Black cock they’d ever see. Jay’s hole stretched. It was burning, Stinging as the skin expanded far beyond its normal elasticity. Tiny superficial micro tears appeared in the surface, But the skin of his sphincter largely stayed intact. Suddenly Mark’s huge love missile passed the sphincter and slipped inside. Jay’s hole was monstrously stretched but at least the pain didn’t get any worse. He was peripherally aware that another Black man was riding his cock but his entire focus was on enduring the assault on his rear. Mark started to pump, moving slowly to avoid causing unnecessary damage. He knew that if he went hard, It would take little effort to tear the Jay's ring. He pulled Out And sprayed some numbing spray on my Hole. Mark said He didn't like to use the stuff, Because it made Him fuck forever, Mark pushed his Black Cock in gradually, But this time it slid right in, For Jay, the pain was acute, But he was also preoccupied with the overwhelming feeling of fullness. Of course, the stretched circumference of Mark's cock left Jay in no doubt about the man’s immense girth, but as the massive Black meat forced its way into him, His rectum was forced to enlarge to accommodate it. At first, It just felt as though he had to take a large dump, But the longer his bowels remained full, The more uncomfortable the feeling became. His stomach ached and the internal discomfort gradually morphed into the stomach cramp that arises from holding crap for too long while wearing too-tight jeans or a belt. Mark fucked him at a medium pace for fifteen long minutes. During that time Jay ejaculated twice while on the other side of the wall, The milking machine sucked his loads. Jay was only peripherally aware of the sucking, His attention switching from the milking machine for a few moments before returning to the reaming of a lifetime he was receiving from his Black shift leader. Jay started to morn, Jay pushed His ass out to give Mark total access to his hole, Mark realized the numbing spray was working, He could now pull all the way out, And push His Big Black weapon all the way in, Jay was in total ecstasy now, Yes Fuck Me, Fuck my Hole, Y..Yes Cum in Me, Even when Mark came, It felt like something was happening to a body, He was barely connected to, With the main event happened on this side of the wall. As the 20 minute started, Mark picked up the pace and filled Jay’s hole with twice as much jizz as Hunter had earlier and made the Jay drink. As he reached the vinegar strokes, He rammed his Black beast home in short staccato strokes. He buried His Big Black Cock all the way in my hole, Mark took His hands and pulled my ass cheeks apart, And pushed deeper, Mark slid passed Jay's second Hole, Mark held His Black Cock Deep, He leaned forwards speaking through gritted teeth with a tone of contempt. “You make…” thud “a great little…” thud “fuck toy!” thud thud thud. You want this Gift ?? I'm going to give it to you! My Fuck Toy , I could feel His Black Cock Throbbing, As He was Cumming, Finally spent, He pulled his Black Cock out. It swayed, like a javelin in front of his body. Jay’s hole remained wide open, a battered flesh tunnel that would be unable to close for days. Cum dribbled out and down the inside of his legs, Cooling the second it hit the fresh air. Mark left the stall without another word or a backwards glance. As soon as he was out, Hunter and another Black man came in and started to untie Jay’s arms and legs. The moment Jay’s arms were released, He slumped, and Hunter had to catch him. The man reached around around pulled off the nipple clamps. “Easy guy. Feeling a bit wobbly? Mark has that effect on the new meat.” In the other stall, somebody removed the vibrators from Jay’s balls, And the bar that had trapped them on that side. Without the constant stimulation Jay’s cock immediately started to wilt. He felt punch drunk, As though he had just undergone ten rounds in a boxing ring. Hunter and his assistant helped the staggering guy out of the booth into the main lavatory where half a dozen men stood grinning. Jay didn’t notice but the nylon ropes were still wrapped around his ankles and wrists. Hunter and his helper lead me to the urinals and sat him on the floor between two urinals, Jay was still too dazed to realize what was happening, But when they pulled the ropes around his wrists wide, Tying them off on the pipework of the two urinals next but one to him on each side, He realized his ordeal was not yet over. “No more. I can’t take any more.” He moaned. “Sure you can,” Hunter reassured him. “Sure you can.” Jay looked around and everyone he looked at was grinning. Then he saw the Black guy with the video recorder again , At first he thought that they were the grins of men who Had a good time, But now he realized that they were the grins of men expecting one, Like a lion looks at a wounded wildebeest. As Hunter and his assistant tightly tied Jay’s arms into a T shaped crucifixion pose, two more Black men worked on his legs. Each grabbed an ankle rope and pulled them out to the sides, Pulling Jay’s legs apart until he yelped And started trembling at the strain. Then they eased off just a touch and tied the ropes off on the metal girders that formed the supports for the stalls opposite. When Jay was tied down, Hunter produced a face mask from a backpack in the corner. There were straps that passed around the head, and curved metal strips that would hold Jay’s mouth wide apart. “Open wide,” Hunter said. Jay shook his head like a stubborn child. “Come on, Let’s not go through this again.” Hunter looked down at the Jay’s flaccid genitals. Jay’s heavy, still-swollen balls rested on the floor like two eggs in a withered balloon. Supporting his foot on the heel, Hunter put the toes of his heavy boot on my nuts and carefully rocked his foot forwards. Jay’s nuts were immensely tender from hours of stimulation and endless orgasms. They bulged around the side of Hunter’s boot. “Open wide,” Hunter repeated, increasing the pressure. Jay resisted as long as he could, But after five seconds he caved. “Ah, ahh, ahhh,” Jay yelped, “Okay okay, get off my nuts.” Hunter brought the mouth spreader to Jay’s mouth, maintaining the pressure on my balls. “Wider.” Jay opened as wide as he could and Hunter pushed the spreader in then strapped it into place. Then he removed his foot. No long term harm done, But Jay’s nuts were seriously aching. “Unnnnnhhh,” he groaned. Hunter walked forwards holding his flaccid cock in his right hand. Jay wasn’t averse to sucking a dick but it had to be the cock of somebody he liked not one that had just turned his asshole into a red-rimmed cavern. Hunter wiped the head of his flaccid dick across Jay’s lips, Leaving a snail trail of his after-jizz on Jay’s lips. Jay turned away and the watching men laughed. “Oh Im oh unnuh,” Jay said, as though his unintelligible words meant anything. But Hunter had no interest in a blow job so soon after filling Jay’s asshole. Instead he pissed on me letting loose like a donkey, And turning the guy’s head so that it went into his mouth, His eyes, his hair. Jay whipped his head back, reviled at the debasement and cracked his skull against the tiled wall. For a moment he was stunned and Hunter continued pissing, undeterred. When Jay came around, He was covered in piss from his hair to his pubes and Hunter was grinning down at him as he continued to direct the last of his urine at his face. “Aww what the fuck man!” Jay said, blinking against the urine that was stinging his eyes. “You’re the designated bitch for the day Jay,” Hunter informed him. “What?! For fuck’s sake.” Jay spat the urine from his mouth but then one of the watching men approached and grabbed him by the sides of the head. Jay struggled expecting more urine, But instead the man thrust his hard Black cock into his open mouth. Jay gagged but there was nothing he could do to prevent it. The Black man slowly face fucked him, thrusting and pulling the head onto his Black cock in time. As the man moved closer to orgasm, He increased the pace of his fucking, Jerking Jay’s unwilling face onto his Black dick harder and harder. He squirted his load directly down the back of Jay’s throat, And compared to the urine it was not particularly unpleasant. The Black man kept fucking until he was dry, Forcing his load down his throat. Then he lightly tapped his nuts with the toe of his sneaker. “Thanks .” He was immediately followed by another Black man, And another, And another. More coming in from outside, Until 14 men had emptied their loads into stomach, And each tapping him in the nuts, Or lightly rubbing them with shoes before leaving – Not hard enough to permanently injure, But by the last his sack was turning a rosy pink and his nuts were aching constantly. Hunter approached and pulled something from his bag. A contraption. Jay didn’t recognize it. He knelt between Jay’s spread legs. Jay’s drained cock was small, Flaccid, languishing in a curve to the side over his pink balls. Hunter picked up the little dick and forced it into a short metal tubular chastity device. Three inches long. A little longer than Jay’s cock now at it most shriveled. He clamped a bar behind it trapping Jay’s testicles in their wrinkled and tired-looking scrotum. Then he inserted a padlock into a metal ring that held the cross bar in place. Now the device would be impossible to remove without Jay pulling his balls off. His cock was completely encased in metal, With just a narrow slit at the end to piss through. There was no way to touch your self. “That’s a titanium Cock Cage. Impossible to cut off, Even with an industrial angle grinder. Same with the lock. Can’t be cut or ground off, And it’s an EVVA lock with a dual magnetic key. Impossible to pick. If you want to get to your cock, You’re going to have to come here again. Your a white slave Now ! Just like your white ancestors owned Black slave's that they used for Breeding and manual labor Now the Black race His evolved into the Dominant Black race, And started to Own white slave's for sexually use ! You know what to expect. We’ll Ungage it from time to time when were braking in a new white slave, I think you’ll agree, It isn’t entirely unpleasant. And if you try to involve the cops, they’ll never get the key. I can wipe it with a single click, Then you’ll be trapped in that cock cage forever.” Jay nodded to two Black men and they untied the cords from Jay’s wrists and ankles while they removed the mask. And one more thing, Mark's My Cousin, Now Mark is not your shift leader anymore, He Your Manger Now ! Your going to promote Him tomorrow ! And following His promotion! You well take off your clothes and show Him your Caged Cock, And Beg Him Fuck You Again ! Tell Him He Owns you now! He's your Black Master and Your His white poz slave! My eyes went wide open,, I started to protest, Hunter slapped my face hard, Yes I said Poz slave, You were Bred by Him.. Mark gave you the Gift ! As you are Now ! And if you don't please Mark sexually, You know that recording we made of you last night, Its my first insurance policy, It well go over the world wide web! Unless you take care of my Cousin real Good, And the second insurance policy is your DNA from the milking machine, In case we need it to frame you for a sexual crime, The brothers in lock up, Well like you, They well make you a Bitch, You well be Raped every night by Black brothers ! They well pass you around like a white whore! Before long it's almost gonna be like you can't go a few hours without His Black Dick ! That's right you're going to be addicted to Black Dick ! And Jay clambered to his feet and hastily dressed then stumbled towards the exit without a word. “Same time next week slave?” Hunter said grinning as the Jay reached the door. “Unnnn,” Jay grunted non-noncommittally. He saw years of incredible ecstasy and humiliation stretched out before him, He was a Poz slave now and he was uncertain whether it excited or sickened him. But he knew he’d be back the following week. Being owned is both humiliating and comforting when the person takes care of you and protects you. There is even a great deal of sensuality in being humiliated.

Hi guys! I'm a sub who wants to make the transition to being a BB slut. Wanna chat with others about the reality of this. I don't care if you are down the street or on the other side of the world, a sub, a top, neg or poz. What helped you to come to a decision? Are you neg and do you take poz loads? Are you on PrEP? Are you poz? I have many questions that could otherwise be posted across multiple forum topics but I thought this the best place to introduce myself. Not into fantasy chat or chat wanks. Serious discussion wanted. Private messages welcomed.

Today after working at a trade fair and getting zero trade, I got contacted by three guys, all who I have played with before, they came round one by one, thank god I am finally home! 1. Local black care worker with a tick 7" BCC, fucked me by pulling his cock out of his hospital uniform, eating my hole, pushing in and breeding me 2. Spanish guy, oral only, visiting London From Madrid, I gave him a full service deep throat blowjob, until he blew his load in my mouth, I then spat the load into a cup and syringed it into my ass 3. London based Spanish top with thick 8" fucked me using the last two loads of lube, sort a quick load, then fucked me really slowly and blew a second huge load into my ass.

In my country upbringing, guys fucking guys happened at bonfires when both were drunk, or camping when guys were drunk, or any setting with only guys and alcohol. Lol. Always bareback, but no kissing. In my 20's I had a girlfriend, and her dad was a career fireman. Gruffest man I ever met. After a birthday party at their place, with both of us drunk, he basically grabbed my hair (I still had it then) opened his robe, and fucked my mouth. A few days later he fucked me raw and jerked me off after. From then on he went out of his way for it to be just us, sending the girls on errands, etc. He really wanted me to marry his daughter, and give him grandkids. Weird I know, but I seriously considered it as I loved the way he fucked me, but I ended up not being able to commit to a pussy for my main sex. But anyways, my point being NO one in my circle used rubbers ever, and I grew to love sowing my seed in a hairy ass, as well as taking it in my own.

Have you ever had a glory hole wall experience at a sex club? Either as the cocksucker or cocksuckee? While I have sucked a cock through a glory hole before, it was not until recently that I experienced a glory hole wall. This sex club had a pretty cool set up. For those who wanted to suck cock, you walked down these steps and there was a row of 12 glory holes. The set up allowed both the person getting sucked and the cocksucker to both be standing up. It was kind of funny because at one point there was about 15 cocksuckers mingling in the lower lever and only 12 glory holes. When a cock would slide through a hole, there some times was a bit of pushing and shoving going on to see who got the cock. I thought it was kind of hot when there were several guys standing at the glory holes getting sucked and they would be talking to each other. Sometimes just guys talking about football or their weekend while a mouth was sliding up and down each of their cocks. When a hole became free, I moved in front of it and looked through. I prefer to see the guy I am sucking. This really hot young white guy came into the room to be sucked. At the time, there were four glory holes vacant with four willing cocksuckers. It was kind of funny because I keep thinking, pick my hole, pick my hole. Not knowing who was behind any of the glory holes, he just walked up to mine, pulled out his cock and slide it into my waiting mouth. The cock was huge and already stiff. I felt like I had won a prize at a carnival. I sucked him for quite a while and he started pushing that cock deep down my throat. His cock eventually swelled up and he shot a huge pulsing load into my mouth and down my throat. He then backed up, put his cock away and walked off. Both of us very satisfied. So what was your experience like as either the cocksucker or cocksuckee at a glory hole wall?

excellent story start!!!

I love how you take us on a mental journey. I can almost smell his cigar and your poppers sexy

FUCKIN HOT!

NLBear, thanks a lot for the info, really informative. I love taking loads both ends especially from uncut guys, something extra to play with! Love your occasional posts as well. Thanks!

I realized I was a sub cum slut not long after I started to have sex with men. A guy picked me up in the park and took me back to his apartment. After he fucked me, he left the room and sent in his roommate to fuck me. I loved having two guys fill me with their loads.

He came over, was Perfect! Skinny Aids Body! POZ for 35+ years. Told me as he weas inside he was on Meds. But he knocks up a new Neg bottom or 2 every Month . Older but still kinda Distinguished cute. Anyway He's My Poz Master Breeder now!. He came 3 times in a row! Barely used lube, fingered my Hole up first though! almost got my First Fist lol. Then I asked him if he would finally Brush my Hole up, I will do it after HE LEAVES, IF HE STILL DOEN'T WANT TOO. BUT i'D PREFER HE BRUSHED HIS BABIES INTO MY BODY FOR GOOD! Begged him for a couple more loads. But he knocked up a Neg last Night. Shot in him 5 times was kinda drained when I messaged him,lol! Phone died at the end of the 3rd time he was about too cum, Stopped asked if we could use his phone. He agreed . He finally grinned and said O.K. He seemed too enjoy it after he saw Blood a 1/4 of the Brush the first time he pulled the brush out too check. Said it could use a little more. Then he Smiled and went too town under my encouaging him too tear it up good! I want all your B abies alive inside me FOREVER! Wanr to make sure! I believe at 1229 AM 1/21/2018 I took my FIRST POZ LOAD! I'm going too watch my Vids! Spank it like a Monkey in Heat! And sleep I think for the First time Happy in years! Can't Believe I was soo Scared all these years! He might cum back for a couple moere loads iaround 9am! I HOPE SO, I'M Already BRUSHED FOR HIS Gifts! Plugged in with My Butt Plug I got just for this occasion! I'm So Happy Thank You Everyone for your SUPPORT TO ACHIEVE MY FANTASY GOALS! Check another off my Bucket List LMAO! PEACE happy Hunting!

I cruise the streets a lot and meet a lot of homeless, street guys, tourists and more.... they cruise me all the time. I can look like regular dude on the streets to total homeless scumbag. I like getting used by dudes and pleasing a hot guy (homeless, or whatever).

Well my brother just finish his last laser hair removal treatment, he will be hairless from the neck the rest of his life. No more peach fuzz on his ass or any where else.

I had such a good time at East Side Club on Thursday that I went back for more last night. Figured Saturday night would have a lively crowd. It was not exactly crowded, but I was there, and after all, it only takes one hot fuck to make it worthwhile. I found him way upstairs, where I went just to make sure I wasn’t missing anything. That part of East Side Club is often empty, and as a result, you can mess around in public with little risk of staff telling you to “get a room.” He was hanging out on a low bench outside the rooms, then a line of closed doors. He was a compact Latino dude, thitysomething, with a scruffy beard, dark hairy legs (my fav), and lazily stroking his cock under his towel. I stopped to check him out, and he kept stroking while looking me in the eye. I reached down to graze his chest and he loved it. That’s when he pulled aside the towel. This small stud was packing serious meat! His cock was dark, thick, uncut, and already leaking pre-cum under the hood. I started to stroke it, and he reached up, and tried to guide my head down. I had the same idea, and I knelt down and started sucking. Fuck, it was hot, and still against house rules to play in public. He hardly spoke English and I hardly speak Spanish, but moans, grunts, and hands were all we needed. When he reached back and found my hole, opened it, and made it wet, I signaled my approval by diving deep on his cock. And I managed to show him my key tag with my room number. I often jerk off thinking about getting fucked by guys who are the opposite of me. In this case, an uncut Latino dude with calloused hands and ripe pits was just the ticket. In broken English he asked if I wanted “make love your hole,” or something like that. Pretty soon he was swiping lube down my crack and patting the bed and signing “spin around.” He whispered “I go slow.” It was an incredible fuck. I can’t handle tops who don’t prepare my ass with a finger or a tongue. He did both. And entering me, he let me totally set the pace, staying still but remaining rock hard, so that I could open up gradually and feel him sink deep into my ass as it gradually got used to his thickness. Once he was balls deep, he gradually switched from really slow and gentle mode to relentless pile-driver! It took my breath away, but he had made me ready, and he had definitely earned the right to pound the preppy white guy impaled on his uncut monster. He had me by the hips and was pulling me into him, then thrusting hard to send his cock deep, making my head hit the wall in front of me. I was shaking, but I kept thinking “hurts so good”. The proof was my own cock staying hard and leaking from a prostate massage. Pound Town became Long-dicking, and I was in white knuckle mode, taking each pulling out and pushing back as a fresh fuck. I felt like the proverbial rag doll. It couldn’t last forever, and I could tell this dude was into planting seed. The final assault was with me on my back, him holding my ankles way up high, while his hips did the work. Drops of salty sweat were falling onto me, and he was looking me in the eye again when he went really slow, then really deep, and stayed there with an anguished expression on that handsome face. I could tell he was pumping again and again, filling me up. He was sweet. I never learned his name, but I loved the way he never pulled out, mixed up the pace, and made sure I enjoyed the ride as much as he did.

Nothing like a thick daddy dick!

OMFG that is so fuckin' hawt! Reminds of the time I went to CumUnion. It was just a sea of endless dicks, each one ready to dump gallons of cum in any hole. At one point I took six lovely cocks in a row. One Top was railing me from behind as another came by and stuck his cummy, fat dick in my mouth, spit roasting me. I could taste the different flavors of man seed on his dick as he pushed it down my throat until his trimmed pubes tickled my nose. Then I felt the dude behind me blast a hot, thick load in me. He gave my ass one last spank and dismounted. The guy in my mouth then yelled at another top walikng by to come and fuck me. He happily obliged and slammed his dick in me with one fluid motion until he bottomed out deep in me. By now, I probably had at least 4-6 loads in me so I already was gaping open and well lubed with man seed. The Top that was skull fucking me spat the most vile, hateful, degrading shit at me and I was loving it. "Yeah faggit boy, take his dick. Back up on it. I don't give a fuck if it hurts! Take his dick boy! We're here to breed faggits like you....look at you, so full of dick and cum like a truck stop hooker. Gag on my dick, I SAID GAG ON IT! Gag on it and make your boy pussy pop so my bro fucking you can feel how good your faggit boy cunt really is. You a cum dumpster, you know that, faggit boy? Your mama would be so proud to see her lil faggit boy taking so much dick. You fuckin' slut! We gonna breed you all night until your lil' faggit pussy is torn apart and knocked up. Yeah, dats right, you aint a real man! You're worst than a real female. Look at you, on all fours getting fuck by multiple dicks. I been watching you, the way you love taking dicks like a real hoe." Each time the top behind me dumped his load, he'd yell at another one to take his place. This went on about four times, my boy pussy never vacant for more than a few seconds. Then it was "Verbal Top's" turn. He stood me up, had me lean against a wall, and took me hard from behind. Even though I've been getting well used for hours by now, he was especially thick and stretched my pussy walls nice and good. My legs were getting weak and my knees buckled, so he held me up by putting me in a full Nelson and continued to fuck me while keeping up the endless tirade of verbal assaults. He plowed into me so good that he set of a hands-free orgasm in me. My legs gave way as cum leaked and spurted out of my dick, so he hoisted me even higher until he was practically holding me up by my arms and his pelvis, allowing him to use gravity to get even deeper in me. Within a minute, he let out a string of profanities as he flooded my guts with scalding hot cum. He held me on him for bit more, ensuring that he entire contents of his huge balls was deposited in me. I was done....totally used up. I couldn't fuck anymore. I felt semi-paralyzed...and sexually content.

Agreed if it has loud music I immediately turn it off. I want to hear the natural moans of the participants. I also want to the faces and see the pleasure or pain. That makes it real for me.

Just booked my room and airfare May 24 - 29 for me and my owner. 5 days should hopefully get me every hotel guet’s load at least once!

Stopped by the ABS. Slow, as always. Not long after I got there, tho, I got cruised by a hot guy. So I'm in the dark hall watching a guy get sucked when the guy that cruised me hard came back there. He starts playing with himself then reaches and starts caressing my ass. I pull my pants down he starts to finger me. So I pull up my pants to go somewhere more private. But he ends up staying there to let the guy that was sucking blow him. So, no prob, I go into the only private booth and wait with the door open. A few minutes later here come cruise guy. I start up the video, strip and start sucking him. Pretty, thick, slightly curved uncut meat. After about a minute, he stands me up and turns me around. Starts to shove his cock up my wet cunt. "Open up, I'm about to cum", so I opened and pressed back while he fucked forward and unleashed. Pumped me full, pulled out and made me clean him off. Zipped up and left me there door wide open, butt naked, hole dripping...

Hi – this main story – Speed Breeding – ended on August 9 with the final post titled: EPILOGUE – A RING OF FIRE. However, the story continues as an offshoot in RING OF FIRE – posted at https://breeding.zone/topic/42827-ring-of-fire/ - two chapters so far. Thanks -

With the push of one small, green lighted button, I engaged the mechanical activities required to reduce my lover's remains to heat and ash. Our brief marriage ended Monday afternoon as his highly compromised immune system surrendered in it's last battle against a virus. I can only trust that you are able to imagine the emotions raging in my own body and mind as I watch him transition from a physical presence to a spiritual force. He left us as he wanted, a proud gay man unafraid of AIDS and the ultimate toll that infection meant. The sudden end to our short union has hit me like nothing else. The reality of the virus that consumed his body and that is wildly replicating in my own alternates between serious oppression and amazing joy. Later today, a small group of our friends will celebrate his life, his spirit and his authenticity. Tomorrow and the days after, I will try to figure out how to live the days of my life in a way that honor all that he stood for. Fiercely queer, proudly POZ and full of humanity, he blazed a path that is quite clear, but difficult to emulate. I committed to him in life and I will be committed to following his path in his physical absence. To all of the other good men who have welcomed HIV into their system, I speak to you. This is not written fully for sadness, though I am sad. It is not written to incite fear, though I have my own fears. It is not written simply to memorialize a magnificent man, though I want others to know him as I did. Rather, I write this, on this site, at this time as a full unfolding of the story that we are all living. Our homosexuality, our relationship with the virus, our own mortality can be summed up in the passing of this man. If you have embraced the virus then embrace your life. Rejoice in how you share your days with this beautiful, intense yet deadly organism. And, as it surely will, when your end of days arrives accept the conclusion you were ordained when the virus first entered your body, mind and soul.

Part 4 When I woke up the next morning, Mitch was gone. I just laid there for a while trying to wrap my mind around the last couple of days, the total unrealness of the situation. It almost seemed like a dream, but my fingers that had crept down to my asshole and felt the wetness down there confirmed that indeed it was real. I was having sex with the star quarterback. I brought my moist fingers up to my mouth and tasted the remnants of last nights fuck session. My hard dick begged me to jerk it to relief, but I wanted to save it for my idol. I reluctantly got up and went to class, doing my best to concentrate on the lecture and not my burning lust. Of course I was not successful. The day dragged on endlessly. By the afternoon I found myself sitting by the practice field watching my man, number 12 working out in the hot, fall sun. I know he saw me, and teased me by grabbing his crotch a few times. I just sat mesmerized. After dinner I headed to the library and got in a couple good hours of studying when suddenly I felt two big, strong hands on my shoulders. "Pack up and follow me." He whispered in my ear. "I got a surprise you'll like." I shoved my books in my pack as fast as I could and followed Mitch out of the library into the night. We walked across campus in silence toward the fieldhouse. It was dark and empty. Mitch pulled out a key and we entered through a side door and walked down some dark hallways to the lockerroom. "Being a star has it's advantages." said Mitch as he hit the light switch. My mind reeled as I realised I was in the room of a million fantasies. I breathed deep as I inhaled that unmistakable aroma of sweat, testosterone, and gym gear. It was like a drug. Better than poppers as my dick instantly started to swell. "We've got the place to ourselves buddy." Mitch smiled. "I thought this might be up your alley." How right he was. Without shame I dropped to my knees and buried my face in his crotch as I said, "You're a fucking genius!" His cock started to get hard as I mouthed it through his shorts. He wasn't wearing a jock or underwear, and the thin fabric was the only thing separating me from the thing I worshiped. Mitch just pulled me up and pulled my shirt over my head, then unzipped my pants, pushing them down. I stepped out of them as he removed his minimal clothing, standing nude and hard, surrounded by lockers and benches. "Let me Look at you for a minute." I said breathlessly, barely able to believe what I was looking at. I wanted to burn that image forever in my mind. "You like what you see?" he teased, as he flexed and posed his muscular body for me. Michelangelo's David had NOTHING on the perfection displayed before my eyes. "Come here." he said, grabbing my arm, pulling me out of my trance. He guided me over to a locker and opened the door. "This is my locker." I almost passed out from the heavenly, musky scent that wafted out toward me. There, before me was his practice gear. His pads, his cleats, his jock. He just moved behind me as I savoured the glory before me. I could hear him spit, then felt his cock at my asshole. He slowly pushed his cock into me as he pushed my head into his locker. I breathed deeper and deeper his smells as he buried himself deep in me. "Oh yea faggot, smell that man smell." he ordered me. "You like that, don't you bitch? You been dreaming of this." I just moaned in agreement as my senses were assaulted as never before. He started to fuck my ass as he reached in and grabbed his jockstrap, covering my nose with it. "Breath in faggot. That's the jock I was wearing today while you watched me at practice. Did you think you'd be smelling my dirty jock while I fucked your pussy?" I shook my head no as I moaned louder, my own rock hard dick throbbing. Mitch just pushed the jockstrap into my mouth, forcing me to taste his ballsweat. I whimpered as he increased his fucking. "That's right faggot. Eat my sweat and piss stained jock. You're a filthy little fag. You fucking love it!" He was right of course. I just sucked his sweat and rode his cock. Then he grabbed one of his cleats and placed it over my nose. I went crazy as I inhaled his musty foot smell, squeezing his cock with my ass as his foot stench filled my brain. "Oh fuck you dirty bitch," he grunted. "Here I cum faggot! Smell my feet as I breed your cunt!" The neurons exploded in my brain as he buried himself as deep as he could and pumped his load far into my guts. He shook and spasmed as his orgasm rocked us both. He pulled out of me, and I could feel some of his cum running down my leg. He removed his cleat from my nose and pulled his jock out of my mouth. Sitting on the bench, he spread his legs. "Clean my cock off!" He ordered. I dove on it, savouring the flavours of his cum and my ass. I went crazy on his dick, imagining I was sucking him before the entire team, showing them I was his bitch. But after a minute he pulled me off. "I want you to fuck me Cole." he said looking into my eyes. "Fuck me here on this bench." "Of course Mitch," I said. "But I want you to do something for me. Would you please wear some of your gear? Please?" I begged. He grinned at me, "of course faggot. I knew you'd ask." I sat there as I watched my dream man put on his shoulder pads and cleats. "Anything else?" "Your jockstrap, please." "I like it when you beg," he said as he stepped into the straps and pulled them up. "How's that?" My heart beat faster as I looked at my god, looking even more like every fantasy I've ever had of him. "My God your perfect." I said. "Lay on the bench." He laid down on his back and hooked his arms behind his knees, spreading his hairy asscheeks apart, showing me his pink hole. "Do it man! Fuck the quarterback dude! Show me what you got!" I lost all control and spit a couple times on his hole, then rammed myself in him in one thrust. "FUUUUUUCK DUUUUUDE!" He yelled. "Fuck yea! That's it! Come on Cole! Don't be a pussy. Fuck me man!" I went apeshit on him, pounding his ass as hard and as deep as I could. Mitch just moaned and egged me on harder and harder. "That all you got man? Come on.....GIVE IT TO ME!" I jackhammered his ass as hard as I could. Finally I couldn't hold back and flooded his innards with a huge load. "Oh fuck yea Mitch! Take my load motherfucker!" I bellowed as I pumped what felt like was my very soul into his gripping and sucking ass. I collapsed on him, breathing hard, the last of my cum draining into him when we heard a slow clapping coming from the corner. "Well, well, well. Look what I've found...."

I'm very submissive and effeminate and love to be dominated, and part of that involves being called those things you mentioned....though I actually prefer boi pussy. Above all i love being called a faggot.

Part 6 Luke moaned a little as Steve extracted his fat, spent cock from his ass. When Steve’s thick mushroom head plopped out, a glob of toxic cum came with it, running down Luke’s tan, muscular hamstring. “Fuck, your hole is amazing.” Steve proclaimed, backing away from the bent over jock and collecting his post-coital self. Billy pulled his curved dick from Luke’s mouth and said, “get on your back. “ Luke complied, and his rock hard dick lay flat on his chest pointing toward his face. Luke's cock was dripping precum; it would take only a few strokes to achieve orgasm. Billy positioned himself between Luke’s spread legs, dragged his cock head through Steve’s escaped dirty cum, and then positioned his dick against Luke’s pucker. “You ready for my raw dick, bitch?” “Yeah,” Luke said, looking into Billy’s eyes. Billy was already on the edge, having been blown by Luke for the past several minutes. It wouldn’t take him long to shoot his load into Luke’s fuck hole. Billy’s bent dick began its descent into Luke’s guts. Although Steve’s jism lubed the way, he took his time entering Luke. Luke felt the curve of Billy’s dick veering against his ass lining, and he moaned in pleasure. Billy's long dick bottomed out in Luke, balls against Luke’s ass, and leaned onto Luke, resting on him, sweaty-chest-to-sweaty-chest. “I’m all the way in you.” He whispered into Luke’s ear. “Your dick feels amazing, Billy.” “Oh yeah? You like my bare dick in you?” “Fuck yeah I do.” “I’m throbbing in you. You feel so good.” Billy began mini-thrusts against Luke’s prostate, and Luke smiled. Steve appeared at the edge of the bed, phone in hand, clicking photos of the scene. “Here’s something else you should know, bitch: I’ve been a bad boy. I’ve probably taken a hundred anonymous loads this month. No condoms, no names, no questions. I'm chasing everything. I’m not just toxic, I’m fucking radioactive. And now, so are you. You’re my fellow, filthy cumdump. This is your destiny.” Billy kissed Luke, and Luke’s heart raced. What the fuck did Billy just say? This was more than Luke had in mind when he knowingly touched Steve's poz dick a few hours earlier. This sexual romp had gone way too far. Luke didn't actively want STDs. He didn't want to be a filthy cumdump. And yet, Luke didn't put up resistance; he just kissed Billy back. Billy’s mini-thrusts became more methodic, quicker, and deeper. Luke was pinned body to body with Billy, and the two were becoming one. Moments into their deep tongued kiss, Billy screamed “I’m cumming!! OH FUCK, I’m cumming!!!! I’m fucking shooting my load in you, bitch!!” and he kept thrusting his nuclear seed deep in Luke’s guts. After his orgasm subsided, Billy rose from Luke’s sweaty chest. With his bent, uncut cock still in the boy, he looked down at his conquest with a grin. Steve’s camera phone clicked some more. Steve switched it to video, and Steve said “nice, Billy. Fuck that hot load into him some more. Luke, you just took another filthy load. Look at those letters above his dick. Mmmmm. That’s you now too, whore. His dick looks so hot in your used hole.” Billy took hold of Luke’s rock hard dick and jerked it. With just a few strokes, a huge spray of cum shot onto Luke’s rippling six pack. Billy pulled his dick from Luke’s ass, with a whimper from Luke, and then lapped up the cum from Luke’s stomach. “Probably his last clean load ever. Savor it.” Steve said, still videoing the scene. He panned to Luke’s face and captured a concerned but satiated look.

Part 5 Steve had sent the following text to Billy: “The boy just told me he’s horny and wants to come over. I told him you and I were both going to fuck him tonight. See you in a few. Oh, and you’re welcome.” Billy grinned upon receipt. Dinner plans with his fuckbud Steve had apparently evolved. A little while later, Billy let himself into Steve’s apartment. Walking back into the den, he encountered Luke on his knees, his head bobbing back and forth on Steve’s long, thick dick. Steve saw Billy and grinned. Luke then noticed the stranger out of the corner of his eye, removed himself from Steve’s throbbing dick, and quickly made it to his feet. “Luke, this is Billy. Billy, Luke,” Steve announced. Feeling self-conscious, Luke extended his hand and avoided eye contact with Billy. “Nice to meet you, Luke.” Billy grabbed Luke’s hand, and then put his other hand on Luke’s shoulder, “Relax, buddy, I don’t bite.” Luke eased up a bit and smiled as Billy added “Looks like I’m a little late to the party,” sizing-up Steve's erect dick which protruded from his jeans, awaiting someone - anyone to resume ministrations. Billy leaned in, kissed Steve, and stroking Steve’s dick as part of his greeting. Luke took the opportunity to assess Billy. Probably in his mid-thirties, Billy was about 6’2, 175 pounds. Skinnier than he or Steve, Billy had a boy-ish look, with a mop of shaggy brown hair and a scruffy, handsome face. He had sleeves of tattoos on both arms and an earing in his right ear. Luke found that he had sex appeal, but different from that of Steve: Billy seemed mischievous and fun, another man unlike any Luke had been with before. “Luke here was just worshipping my POZ dick. He’s taken my loads all weekend. My poison is brewing inside him. He’s becoming my toxic slut.” Steve broke the kiss to say. “Hot,” Billy remarked as he removed his shirt, revealing a torso full of tattoos, including a scorpion to the left of his belly button, similar to the one he did for Steve the day before, and a biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. “Billy’s been taking my loads for years. He is your destiny, Luke. Forget the bullshit life you’ve lead before now 'cause now you’re a fucking slut. My slut. Our slut. Your hole and your dick are fucking poison to everyone but us.” The words were sinking into Luke’s brain as Billy sank to his knees, pulled down Luke’s shorts, and began sucking Luke’s increasingly hard cock. Luke and Steve began to kiss. Once Luke’s dick was hard, Billy alternated between Steve’s and Luke’s cock, licking, sucking, jacking, tonguing them both while the two men kissed above. Steve was precumming a lot when he pulled Billy back up to his feet and ordered “Bedroom.” Each man pulled off his clothing as they stumbled down the hallway, Steve pulling-up the rear to herd his flock. Steve pushed Luke onto all fours, spit on his hole, and lined his prick up with it. Luke braced himself as he felt the pressure of Steve’s massive dick head against his hole. Steve pressed, and Luke’s back arched in response to the pain. Positioning himself in front of Luke, Billy presented Luke with his dick to be pleasured orally. Luke assessed this asset for the first time. Billy’s dick was uncut, about nine inches long, somewhat thick, and curved to the right. His body was clean-shaven. Right above his shaft appeared a tattoo of the letters 'HIV' in red outlined in black. As Billy guided his dick towards Luke’s beautiful lips, Luke had another moment of self-realization. His ass was on fire with Steve’s bare, POZ dick inching itself deeper into his guts, and he was literally about to be face to face with three letters he’d always feared. He thought about his friend’s words of caution during their run earlier, and all of the caution, fear, planning, and pretenses that had guided him through life so far. But he realized there was no turning back now: Steve was right, he was now a fucking slut. He was, in fact, Steve’s fucking slut, so Luke was more than ready to open mouth wide as possible, determined to give Billy’s cock what it deserved. Even so, Luke found Billy’s dick to be fun to suck. With ample foreskin and and interesting bend, Luke's tongue had plenty to explore, even if Luke somehow didn’t quite decipher the tiny blisters Billy was sporting at the time, (more toxicity to the brew inside Luke's body). Luke deep throated him as best he could, licked his balls, stuck his tongue in the slit to extract as much precum as possible. Occasionally Billy pulled his dick away from Luke’s mouth and would slap him in the face with it, grunting endearments like “Swallow my whole cock, you faggot,” or “Yeah, suck on my diseased dick you slut.” Luke's dick responded to each utterance with a twitch of excitement. Occasionally Luke would cry out in pain from Steve’s huge, just-spit-and-precum-lubed cock. Steve wasn’t being gentle in pounding Luke’s hole, which was, in fact, all but wrecked. So after about ten minutes during which Steve and Billy skewered Luke from both ends, Steve made the announcement for which Luke had been looking "I'm close, buddy!" Luke responded by pulsing his ass muscles and pressing back on Steve’s dick as Billy held his dick deep in Luke’s throat and ground his crotch against the boy’s face as Steve muttered "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," pushing deep into Luke’s ass, and then adding with a shout “I’m cumming, I’m blowing my load in you, slut!" A toxic wave of cum crashed in Luke’s ass, which again unhesitatingly accepted Steve's poison, which flowed from Steve’s massive dick in several pulsating volleys of jizz into Luke’s ass. Luke’s sex chute was lubed up with Steve’s cum. With Billy’s cock deep in his throat, Luke looked upward. The letters HIV immediately in his gaze, then a scorpion, then an array of tattoos before his eyes met Billy’s. “Now it’s my turn,” Billy announced with a grin.

Part 4 Later that night back at his apartment, laying alone in bed, Luke thought about Steve as he stroked himself, pleasuring his dick, abdomen, and speculating about getting a tattoo that matched Steve's unseen tattoo, taking pleasure in the thought that Steve’s most recent load still lingered in his ass. He stroked his cock harder and faster, pushing first one, then two, an finally three fingers into his stretched hole. In his mind flickered images from the shower – his face pressed against the cold marble wall, looking down to see Steve’s massive, tan legs outside of his as Steve pivoted and piston-fucked him from behind. Images from the night before, when he went to pull up his briefs and jeans and saw Steve's cum running down his inner thigh from his hole. Images of Steve’s dark pubic hair brushing against his face while he deep throated Steve’s massive tool earlier that afternoon. And then he thought of the cum again, that he’d let that glorious god of a man fuck him raw and blow his loads up in Luke’s gut. Finger banging himself, he knew his hole was still slick with Steve’s DNA from a few hours earlier. It was hardly surprising with all of this running through his mind, Luke blew a big milky load onto his stomach. ********************************************************************* The next morning while out jogging with his friend, Luke regretted sharing a little too much detail about his encounter with Steve when his buddy asked “You let him fuck you without a condom?!” “Relax. There is no way he has anything,” Luke replied, although as the words came out, he realized he wasn’t so sure. “That’s so fucking stupid in this day and age. You should go to the clinic and check into that morning after pill just in case. And you should definitely at least be on PrEP if you’re gonna make this a habit.” “I know, I know. Just chill and keep this between us. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Luke then changed the subject and moved on. *********************************************************************** Luke texted Steve that afternoon. “I’m horny. Can I come over?” Steve responded “Sure. But my friend Billy’s coming over soon too. You up for 2 cocks, slut?” This was more uncharted territory for Luke, and yet replied “Maybe…. Be there in 30.” ************************************************************************ Billy wasn’t there yet, so instead of the usual get-right-down-to-business nature of their prior encounters, Luke had an opportunity to talk, and he commented “So listen, I’ve never really let anyone fuck me raw before without knowing more about them." “And?” Steve responded. “It’s just that this weekend has been mind blowing and amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such... lust? desire? intrigue? for anyone like I feel for you.” Steve grinned broadly, pulled Luke close, and slid his tongue down Luke’s throat as he also ground his crotch into Luke, his hands, meanwhile, trailing down to fondle Luke’s ass. Still Luke managed to finish his thought saying “I guess, I don’t know how to say this. A friend of mine told me I’m being stupid and careless fucking you without protection or anything.” “What’s careless about what we’re doing?” “I don’t know… Do you have an STD or anything?” Luke got to the point. “Does it matter to you now?” “I, uhh” and Luke realized while perhaps it should matter, it didn’t. “I don’t know, really.” “I’ve fucked you twice now. Raw. Implanted my seed in you twice. You’ve swallowed my cum and piss, and your ass is lined with my DNA. If you want to be mine, you have to be mine fully.” Luke felt a warm rush over his body. The unknown was becoming known. He was nervous and turned on. What was Steve saying? “Touch my poz cock again, Luke” Steve said. Steve's command hit Luke hard, yet he instantly complied, maneuvering his hands down Steve's jeans, his head rushed with sexual energy and understanding. He now knew Steve was poz. HIV Positive. And he’d fucked Luke twice now. Luke had taken poz loads from a poz guy. Luke also was very much aware his own dick was hardening quickly. He felt it sticking to his briefs with a layer of precum. “Get on your knees and put my poz dick in your mouth. Accept your fate. Get me hard so that I can fuck you again. You’re my slut. Worship what’s flowing in me – and you – now.” Luke sank to his knees and undid the buttons on Steve's jeans. Steve's massive, semi-hard cock was free. Luke opened his mouth wide and guided the monster deep down his throat.

Part 2 “So you just let him fuck you, right there in his kitchen?” Luke’s friend asked over brunch several hours later. “Yeah. It was so fucking hot.” Luke had determined that the experience was one to be bragged about, a badge on his sexual resume. “Animalistic, really. He just ripped my pants down, ate my ass, and fucked me. No questions, no small talk, just hot fucking sex with the biggest dick I’ve ever known.” He failed to mention it had been a bareback fuck. “Think you’ll see him again?” “Maybe. I’d like to. I think I’m realizing that I’m into older guys like him. And god he’s ripped.” Luke didn’t provide a full detailed description of Steve – no mention of the tattoos or the piercings or the general leather daddy/kick-someone’s-ass vibe of him. But really, whether Luke was to see Steve again was not a question for Luke to have the answer – the ball was always in Steve’s court. Across town, Steve was getting some more ink: this time, a scorpion tattoo above his pubic line. “We knew as soon as you made eye contact you’d be shooting a load in that guy later.” Billy said responsive to Steve’s tale of fucking Luke a few hours before. Billy had been with Steve at the leather bar the night before and outside afterward when Steve saw his latest conquest. “Damn he had the best, fuzzy bubble butt I’ve seen. I coulda eaten it for days.” “He mention condoms or anything?” Billy asked, knowing Steve only fucked raw. “Nope. Kinda surprised me that he didn’t, seeming so clean cut preppy and all.” “Think you knocked him up?” Steve grinned. “If not last night, I will soon for sure.” Walking home with his new ink covered, Steve texted Luke: “I need your ass again. Today. When can you be at my place?” Luke responded “Great to hear from you. Can’t stop thinking about last night. I can be there in an hour.” And so he was, showing up at Steve’s door wearing a tank top, mesh shorts, a jock strap, and sneakers. Steve let him in, and not five feet inside the door had pushed him down to his knees and inserted his huge flaccid dick into Luke’s beautiful mouth. Steve’s dick grew hard in Luke’s mouth as Luke demonstrated what a good cocksucker he was. He worked Steve’s entire thick, long, veiny shaft. Whenever he got to Steve’s dick’s head, he’d tongue the pre-cum. He was already addicted to its salty, manly goodness. He sucked Steve’s big, hairy balls. He deep throated his dick to the point of gagging on it. He was in heaven devouring the monster dick that had destroyed his ass just 12 hours earlier. Did he taste his own ass on it? Maybe. Finally, Luke noticed Steve’s balls and legs tense, and a torrent of cum spurt into his mouth. Steve held Luke’s head in position, his dick deep in his conquest’s throat. Luke swallowed round after round of the ropey jism that sprayed into his mouth, looking up dutifully in the eyes of his testosterone-filled host. He loved tasting the heavenly load of his dominator. As the waves of cum subsided, Luke began to pull away from the monster cock. Steve held Luke’s head in place and said “You’re not done yet. Keep swallowing. Everything.” And with that, Steve began pissing in the mouth of the unsuspecting jock. Luke was horrified and disgusted initially, trying in vain momentarily to pull away. But when retreat was clearly no option with Steve’s strong hands holding him in place, Luke kept his lips tight around the shaft, swallowed a big gulp, and looked up at his beast-of-a-man host. Luke saw the pleasured look on Steve’s face, and began to understand his role of submission. His anguish subsided and he found himself dutifully, if not happily, swallowing what seemed like gallons of man piss. He loved it. Finally, when Steve had finished using Luke as a urinal, he pulled his conquest off his cock and to his feet, smacking him on the ass. “That was intense. And, I gotta say, really hot, dude," Luke commented, his dick fully erect, and pressing against the fabric of his jock strap and shorts, which were now wet with pre-cum. “Fun’s just getting started, you slut. Take off everything off and follow me,” Steve ordered.

I had been told on a handful of occasions throughout my stay in New York City about a bar known as The Eagle in the Chelsea are of Manhattan. "You've got to go to The Eagle" "You'll get what you want in The Eagle" "You've never been to The Eagle?" and so on. I was told it was a leather bar. Which at first put me off going, I'm not exactly a gay scene member. I'm a pretty regular bisexual guy who's interested in the world of kink without being a regular participant. Besides the only leather I had with me were a pair of regular boots. The idea I had in mind was leather ass-less chaps with a hardness and gay policeman's hat. I wasn't about to dress up as a member of the village people just to get into a club. After I was enlightened to what the place was actually like, I thought it was worth going. "Maybe on a quiet night" I thought, that way I wouldn't be bombarded with too much to process and I'd be more comfortable sat at the bar. I decided to go on a Monday. If I had checked their website in advanced I would have found out that Monday was actually foot fetish night. Now I'm pretty neutral when it comes to this fetish but if I had of know I probably would've went on another night. I head to the bar which opened at 9pm and made my way upstairs. On the quiet nights only the upstairs section of the three storey bar was open. I was greeted by a shirtless barman who looked like Chuck Lidell(ufc fighter) and ordered a drink. He was friendly and welcoming and very open from the get go, he explained to me why there was foot fetish videos on the TV screen, and two guys tickling each other in the corner. I felt a little embarrassed, he asked me about my type as he saw that none of the 9 patrons were talking to me. I told him I was into older guys. "You'd like my friend Kurt, he might be here later" "Cool" I thought. I observed as the barman played cupid with people sitting at the bar, those he knew previously and those he just met. He seemed to enjoy this, but was in no way forced like the barman at Stonewall. He was a really cool barman, didn't pretend to like anyone he didn't like but wasn't rude either. If he wasn't a bottom I'd be very keen to let him fuck me. I wasn't his type anyway, he was more into Latin guys. Speaking of which. A midget parks himself next to me on a stool at the bar. Is midget correct term? Dwarf maybe? Anyway he was about 4 feet tall, Latino, very confident. He immediately struck up a conversation with me. I was the only Irish guy he had ever met. We made some small talk and for whatever reason he wanted to show me some leather harness he bought. He had a picture on his phone. As he flicked through the pics of this unimpressive harness, in a very obviously deliberate move he "accidentally" brought up a picture of his dick(which to be honest was impressive given his size) "Oops, I didn't mean to show you that.....what do ya think?" "Very impressive" I answered smiling. I for just a second contemplated having sex with this guy, just so I could say I was fucked by a midget(dwarf ) however he was being a little overbearing and I soon became uninterested. He got up to use to toilet and never came back. In his place, sat an older black guy who worked just down the street and was just popping in for an after-work drink. He was friendly and interesting and we seemed to be getting on. "Can I swap shoe with you?" "What?!" This was an odd request. Then I remembered where I was. "Just for a few minutes" I hesitantly obliged, it seemed to give him a lot of pleasure. A German man in full leather(pants, boots, and harness) sat beside me, he had a strong BO. Not a bad smell, but a strong smell of sweat, quite nice actually. He joined in on our conversation and filled me with compliments. He leaned in for a kiss, as we were kissing a felt a hand slide down the back of my jeans and grab my ass. I thought it was the German but it was the black guy, I guess he wanted a feel. He then pulls me in for a kiss. The German shoves both his hands up my shirt and feels his way around. "You taste great" says the black guy. His hand sliding further down to the point where I'm sitting on it. His finger pushes into my hole. We all go in for a triple kiss, I'm getting horny. "Come with me" says the German. and takes me by the hand to the toilets. For whatever reason the black dude didn't follow us. Inside the toilets were two older leather guys, one taking a piss into the other guy's glass. He then taps his dick on the rim of the glass making sure every last drop had gone in. Without hesitation, the leather sub knocks back the entire glass of piss. "You find that horny" enquired the German. "Yeah it's hot" I replied. He pulled me into a cubical and shut the door. "Get down" I squat in front of his leather pants in the piss soaked cubical. He pulls out a bottle of poppers and takes a huff. He then feeds me some. The club music begins to pound heavier as does my heartbeat. He pulls out a semi erect penis with a large Prince Albert through the head I place it in my mouth and taste the metal. He pushes his semi soft cock down the back of my throat with gentle thrusts. The feeling of the metal sliding down my throat is new to me and very pleasurable. I take it down and swallow, massaging the head with each gulp. His crotch smells as good and strong as the rest of him, and the high from the poppers heighten this. I feel his cock harden with my lips. He puts the bottle under my nose again "Breath deep" I get nice and light headed, he begins to fuck my throat as he sniffs back the poppers. I see people in the corner of my eye looking in. It gets me going. I start to gag on his cock as he fucks harder and harder, I sense he is close to blowing his load down my throat. I pull back but he pushes my head against the cubical wall so I have nowhere to go. He fills my mouth with his cum, it tastes great. "Open" I open to show him his load. He spits in my mouth and slaps me on the cheek, I swallow it all down. As we leave the cubical and old man grabs me by the arm "I was watching you in there. You're a dirty little boy" This was all done in a very creepy way, that made me feel kind of intimidated, he was really grabbing my arm tight. "Let go of him" said the German guy. and he brought me back to my seat. As I got back to my seat I was scolded by the barman. "You should've let me know you were going to the bathroom, here I held your drink. Next time tell me. Anybody could've put something in there" Oops. I was very impressed that he cared enough to hold my drink and give me a lecture. Luckily(or unluckily depending on your fantasy) I wasn't spiked. "Anyway, Kurt is here, he's at the end of the bar" I excuse myself and head down to see Kurt. He's about 6 feet tall. Wearing jeans large black boots and a sleeveless shirt. He had a bald head and a goatee. Fitting my type(or one of my types) perfectly. Right away we got on great, I felt immediately comfortable around him, and his Texas charm was working wonders. We had a few drinks and he invited me back to his place. The barman looked over and said "See I told ya" he had certainly done his job as cupid well. Just as the place was filling up we decided to leave. Kurt took me to his place in Hell's Kitchen and up to the apartments rooftop. We took in the view and he offered me some weed, I accepted and he gave me a blow back from his joint. This let to a few minutes of passionate kissing. He was probably the best kisser I've ever been with(boy or girl) he knew his way around a mouth, his lips were soft and beard felt great. After a few minutes of swapping spit we moved downstairs to his bedroom. We both undress. "You've got a great ass" he remarks, I thank him. "I'd love to rape that!" "You can" I reply. I feel his body, he is in great shape. His dick is very long. I comment on the size of his penis and he tells me not to worry. "I'll go slow at first" I suck his dick for some time he loves it. Then he parks me on all fours in front of him. He taps my hole with his large dick. "Breath" I take deep breaths as he pushes his dick into me. I feel a shock and push forward, bashing my head off of the headboard. We both laugh before he gives my head a gentle kiss. He is such a cool guy it really makes me want to please him. "Lay on your back" He grabs my ankles and stretches my legs apart, he plunges his dick down in one go, it takes the breath from me but I have nowhere to go. So I take the shock, he begins to fuck. "Yeah exactly like that, fuck your boy hole" He is getting me extremely horny "Fuck me, that's so big" I tell him. "Yeah? You like me raping your ass boy?" I feels so good I can barely answer. "I can tie you up and just rape your hole all day long. If you scream I'll shove my sock in your mouth....Or maybe something else" With that he pulls out and straddles my chest. Pulls my head up by my hair and jams his cock down my throat. I gag a lot and start to drool over his cock. He then buries it back into my hole and fucks. He leans in so my legs are over my head, wraps his arms around me and tongues my mouth and he pounds my hole. This angle is extremely sexy and I can feel his dick pushing through my second ring, it feels amazing. He then turns me around and pounds me from behind, still penetrating my second ring balls deep in my ass. "Im about to cum boy" His speed picks up and I start to loose my breath. "You want my load?" "Yes Sir!" I bellow out. He shoots in me deep, balls deep right into my guts. It makes me hot how deep his dick is in me. "Your turn to cum" "That's ok" I reply, sensing that he might be tired from his machine like fucking. "No way. I'm not the only one having fun tonight" If I could marry that man I would. Where are these kind of tops in Ireland? "Come here" He places me on top on him straddling, with his large dick still in my ass. I grind it deep as I jerk on my dick. It doesn't take much wanking until I blow a huge load on his hairy chest, I collapse, sweaty and exhausted. He pulls my face towards him and makes me lick the sweat and cum from his chest. "Now that's hot" he says calmly. I fall asleep in his arms. He woke me in the morning, fucked another load into me and sent me on my way. We got to know each other before I left and met a few more times, he was one of the nicer guys I met in the states and is the kind of guy I'd do anything sexually with. Those kind of guys are hard to come by, especially at home. Makes me glad I listen to the advice and finally went to the Eagle. My first time there was a resounding success and pretty soon I became a semi regular. Hope anyone who reads this enjoys it. Sorry this entry didn't come sooner. Still trying to come to terms with my recent diagnosis and events surrounding it. So some days it's hard to write about my experiences as I just don't have the energy, I may be a little depressed. Pretty soon I will report on the meeting I believe got me infected, which will be hard given that it has come to light that the guy knew he was positive and told me otherwise. But I think it's the most important part of my stay there, so it's coming up soon. Thanks for reading

I've been tempted/fantasizing about the many young homeless boys who cruise "Searstown" here in Lauderdale.. A friend once took one back to his guest house, gave the Kid a shower, a pair of socks & $20.00 for a few hours of HOT PERVERTED ACTION....

Had not had too much action lately and was very horny. This was a Saturday and I had the day to myself. I took 2 enemas to clean myself and went to the local ABS in Woodbridge, NJ. Was there for 3 hours and was kinda dead. Sucked 1 guy off but that was it. Then I had an idea. I went across the street to the Gem Motel and rented a room. Told them it was for 3 so I got a real big one. Then I took some labels from my car and wrote on them..."Pig for kinky use in room 24 at the Gem Motel and the date." Then I went back to the room and stripped. As I laid there and drank from a quart of Malt Liquor i brought and snorted some poppers and teased myself. I used my nipple clamps on me and a few clothing pins on my balls, then worked a didlo in and out of my ass to get it ready.. It was almost too much and after an hour by myself I was gonna cum when I heard a knock on the door. I slowly opened the door and this guy says "You the PIG?" As I nodded he came in, slammed the door, and started to pull on the nipple clamps chain. As he did so he whipped out his cock. You could smell the beer on his breath. His cock was soft and he had me suck it. As I did so it got hard and he then laid me on the bed and sat on my face, making me lick his ass as he played with my balls with the clothing pins. Finally he rolled me over and fucked my ass. When hard his cock was a nice 7 incher and felt real good. He was hard and fast. When he was ready to cum he pulled out and forced it in my mouth and came down my throat. After licking it clean he asked if I was still thirsty. I got into the shower and he placed his limp cock in my mouth. Before he could let go we heard another knock at the door. He opened the door and there were 2 guys there. He invited them in and told them his pig was thirsty. He then placed his cock back in my mouth and I sucked it... He then forced piss into my mouth and when my mouth was full I swallowed it... He started to piss hard and he overflowed my mouth. I tried to drink it all but could not and I wore a lot of it. The other 2 guys watched and started to jerk off. Then came another knock and it was another guy. He came in and was watching. He was black and very big, around 6'5" and 250. He saw me drinking the piss and pulled out his cock. Next thing I knew he was pissing into my mouth too. It was too much as I drank and wore the piss from these 2 guys. When they stopped the black guy roughly fucked my face as his cock got hard. It grew and was a thick 8 inches. He then had me lay on my back on the bed and force fed me his cock. As he did this on of the other guys came over and before I knew it he was fucking my ass. His cock was a nice 6 incher, average, but with the thick fucker in my throat I knew it was the relief I would need. Then he started to fuck fast and hard and thrust deep and came in my ass. He pulled out and the black guy put my legs over as far as he could and started to fuck my ass. He was rough and just jammed it home. As he did so the other guy came over. He was Hispanic and he smelled of beer too, even more then the first guy. He had his cock out for awhile and was stroking it but it stayed limp - but it was at least 8 inches limp, but not as thick as the black guy. He was really pounding me now.. in and out... I urged him to cum and he laughed, saying he could fuck for hours! I groaned cause my ass was starting to get raw and I knew he was in charge. As I sucked the Spanish guy he swelled and squirted. I thought he came but realized he was pissing. Squirts down my throat... I started to swallow then he would stop and I sucked more... then some more squirts... I must have swallowed for a good 20 minutes on and off, then the black guy finally shoved hard and came in my ass.... He pulled out and the first guy took his place and started to fuck me again, telling me what a pig I was and to suck the guy off... The Spanish guy's cock finally started getting hard and boy did it grow. Not the thickest, but it had to finish around 10 inches! He finally said it was time for pussy and he went and fucked me as I started to suck the first guy again. In about 15 minutes he said it was time to cum. They had me get in the shower again and the first guy and the Spanish guy jerked off and shot in my face and mouth. Then I went in the corner on my knees and all of them took turns pissing in my mouth.... Finally they were done and I was exhausted... They left and I laid in the shower, turning it on and letting it run to clean me off... Was such a great day...