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Did a long weekend in Disney Orlando this month with my partner and some friends. Had a nice sized two-bedroom in Saratoga Springs resort we shared among 5 of us for a semi-annual reunion. This was our final evening / night of the trip, when just Shane and I were left (our friends departed earlier that day) because of a cancelled flight. This was the start of what turned out to be an exciting night....... I had gone to meet another friend who lives in Tampa, while Shane did an afternoon at the spa. I was back at the resort chatting on the apps with a few guys. Most were cast members (there are always a handful looking to play, but they work odd shifts or often are only available late after the parks close). A 22 year old guest staying nearby was sounding more serious, so I invested more attention in his chat. He was traveling with his family for the week, couldn’t host (as most of the guys on the apps around Disney cannot), and was horny. He was 5’10”, very lean, brick red hair that was short and very curly, and a cute face. Not usually who I would pursue (I like a guy with a solid build), but he seemed nice, real, and was available now. I met him near the bus stop and walked over. He was here with his family — his parents and two younger siblings, as well as a grandparent, aunt, and 2 younger cousins. They were in the water park (kinda surprising since its been unseasonably cold this week), and he hung out at their resort instead. Grinding on Grindr, of course (haha). We chatted about his college — he was a senior in psychology, planning to do grad school next year. He was a bit shy, which I found endearing. Very grounded. Far from being a typical self-focused or entitled twink, this guy was articulate, seemed to have some culture under his belt, and was humble. He was quiet and reserved, but friendly. It was a nice walk back to the condo, and was more intrigued to see where this would go. I wasn’t convinced he would totally follow through, but he’d come this far. I hadn’t heard back from Shane, yet, so was thinking this would be a one-on-one. In the condo, college boy and I had a glass of wine (he was looking a bit timid), and I casually placed my hand on him a few times as we moved around — his back, then waist, and finally leg while sitting on the couch. After a bit he returned the touch. I leaned in to kiss him, and warmed up to a slow, intimate series of kisses on the couch. I casually rubbed his chest and legs, and he reached down for my cock. It was time to move to the bedroom. I ushered him into our friends’ vacant room, went to mine to grab lube and poppers, and returned. He asked if I was on PrEP, and I confirmed it (we’d discussed it in our app chat, and its in my profile, but he needed to hear it again). He said he doesn’t usually bareback, and I told him I had condoms if he wanted. At that point, he dropped to his knees, pulled out my dick, and started sucking. College boy had a nice mouth and technique, sliding up and down my cock with his tongue, never loosing suction. He was a voracious cocksucker. I pulled his mouth off my cock, and slapped it against his face; he immediately put his tongue out for more. I was more turned on, and slowly fed it to him, pulling back to tease him, and build his need for it. I reached down and pulled his shirt off, then started to fuck his face, holding the back of his head, and his ears at one point. I thought about shooting in his mouth, but I wanted more of this college boy. I told him to strip; he wrestled out of his jeans and underwear while still kneeling. I reached down to his smooth ass while he went down on my cock again. I rubbed my finger against his dry hole, massaging rather than penetrating, starting to stimulate the nerves and relax his muscle. He moaned quietly, and actually stopped sucking my cock and pushed his head into my abs. “Fuck yeah,” he whispered. I wet my fingers and slowly started to probe him, tenderly, feeling his muscle contract and then ease open as he fell under the spell. He was still kneeling on the floor, and I got down on one knee alongside him, one hand caressing his back and the other now better positioned to play with his ass. He slid into position on all fours, and I drizzled lube on my fingers, probing a bit deeper to work the lube all the way in. ”Can I have some poppers?” he asked quietly. I handed him the amber bottle, and he took two long drags off of it. He settled his chest against the carpet, spread his knees wider to better display his ass in the air, and started to moan louder as the magic took hold. College boy was surrendering to the allure of offering himself to a stranger. My cock was rock hard, and I jerked it a few times to cover it in lube before returning my fingers to his hole. It was definitely time for more. I stood up, then squatted behind his ass, letting my cock slid up and down along that inviting divide between his ass checks. “Oh fuck yeah” he breathed, slowly grinding his ass against my cock. I ran my Hands along his back, massaging him firmly, let my dick go freestyle as it searched for his hole on its own. College boy groaned when the head pressed against his waiting hole. I pressed more firmly, and felt the natural resistance of a young hole that was still learning to open itself up. I started a regular rhythm of pressure, letting the subtle thrusts entice his hole to open. “It’s a thick dick. Take another hit of the poppers,” I told him. He did, raising up onto all fours after he did, and working his ass back and forth against my cock. Then the head of my cock popped into his hold, the sphincter opening just enough to allow access. He whimpered and then moaned loudly as he let it slide in deeper. I held it inside him silently, massaging his back gently, caressing his ass cheeks. Then he started rocking back and forth on my cock, very slowly at first, but gradually getting more adventurous. His hole was firmly gripped around my cock, and it felt amazingly warm and smooth inside. It was easy to glide in and out as he fucked himself. I started moving my hips in rhythm with his ass, letting my cock stretch his hole a bit wider, and introducing new angles. College boy turned to butter and sank his chest to the ground again. He was ready. I held his hips and began thrusting harder. College boy moaned none stop, gasping occasionally and asking to get fucked longer. My pelvis was smacking hard against his lean ass. I slowed a few times as I shifted my own position, and enjoyed watching my slick dick gliding in and out of that fresh hole. Finally I pulled out, stood up, and told him to stand. I stretched my legs as he rose (he was a bit shaky), then pushed him onto his back on the bed. His legs went right into the air and I dove back into his hole. His slender dick was standing straight up, and I reached for it. “Don’t!” He gasped. “I’ll shoot! I want more! It feels amazing!!” I started fucking him hard, my balls slapping his ass as I went for longer strokes. I was sweating, and I could see the sheen on his own body. College boy grabbed his own ankles and held his legs wide, grunting with each deep thrust. “Oh! Fuck! Yeah!” He looked up at me, his eyes glazed in cocklust. He had totally surrendered to me. It was time to finish on the high note. I pressed one hand against his lightly fuzzed chest for balance, and grabbed his dick in my other, He gasped and locked eyes with me. He knew what was about to happen. I wasn’t asking permission or what he wanted. This would be wordless and primal. I fucked harder, feeling the release build in me. I massaged his dick, rather than jerking it. He kept staring at me, his filled with desire and suddenly a hint of fear. I unleashed inside him, driving my load deep and growling with each desperate thrust. College boy threw his head back and exploded, his cum splattering his own face and shoulders. He shuddered again and again as the orgasm pulsed through his lean body. I stood there panting, his body displayed in front of me, my dick still inside his cum-filled hole. I was fucking turned on still — I had just bred his hot little college boy. After a few moments we moved apart. He was once again reserved and timid. He showered quietly and quickly. I heard voices in the living room, and knew Shane had returned — but not alone. I stepped into the shower. “How are you doing?” College boy said he was fine. I figured he hadn’t been bred before, or at least very rarely. Which turned me on even more. My dick was getting hard again. We dressed and headed into the living room. College boy needed to meet his family for dinner in Disney Springs. My partner was sitting on the couch with a cute guy sharing wine. We exchanged hellos, and I said I was going to walk college boy out. He and walked back to the bus stop, hugged quickly, and said goodbye. I would hear from him later via Grindr. I was right that he had only been bred a couple times by his ex-boyfriend. He’d admit to jerking off the rest of the week thinking about our encounter and taking a load in his ass. I would do the same, and was feeling a thrill each time I thought about that reserved college boy walking with his family that night through Disney, my load inside him. I wandered back to the condo to see what Shane and his guy were up to. I’ll share that experience in my next thread.... If you enjoyed this one, let me know by clicked the blue heart below.

As soon as I finish this side story, I'll be going back to the other story. Glad everyone is enjoying the story so far. --- Part 3- Without realizing it, I held my breath, waiting for Garrett’s massive cock to enter my hole. “Damn boy, even with stretching this tight boy pussy, it doesn’t want to give,” he said, pulling out the brown bottle from before from piled up towel. Opening it, he took a couple deep sniffs before handing it to me. “Here, sniff these.” Instantly, I knew them to be poppers. Countless porn videos and online stores had taught me about them. I took several deep hits. Moments later, I felt a warmth spread throughout my body. I let out a deep sigh and handed the bottle back to Garrett, and watch as he closed it back up, tossing it beside me before stepping back up to my hole. My heart began to race as I felt the head of his massive cock press against my hole. Pulling out the cigar from his mouth for a moment, he hocked up a large gob of spit and began to rub it around on my hole with the head of his dick. He began to press harder and harder again. I was worried that I would never be able to take his cock when finally my hole relaxed and his thick meat slid deep inside me. I about screamed out at the intrusion and stretching of my ass muscles when Garrett pulled me close and began to tongue-fuck my mouth, distracting me as he slid the rest of the way in. It seemed like it took forever, but finally, I felt his large bull balls bounce against my ass as his dense forest of pubes began to rub against my ass cheeks. “Fuck yeah boy, deep in you now. Doin’ ok?” he asked, pulling away and ending our kiss. “Oh god… yes!” was my only reply. I had loved the feeling of his tongue and fingers probing my ass, but with his huge dick inside me, I felt a deep feeling of lust spreading out from deep inside me. Even with the pain and uncomfortable stretching of my asshole, and the deep ache of his thick member rearranging my guts, I knew I would never want to be without Garrett’s thick cock up my hole. Until he began to start fucking me. Slowly, he began to pull out until only his massive cock head was left inside me, pressing slightly against my prostate, only to be shoved back in again, stroking the swollen gland inside me. We both began to grunt as Garrett began to pick up his pace. I began to adjust to the new sensations of being fucked and filled my ass opening up under the steady assault and its lips clinging to his shaft as he pulled back out again. I moaned loudly as he increased his pace more, slamming me harder. I let out a whimper in appreciation. Suddenly I felt a weird sensation in my ass and Garrett suddenly stopped thrusting into me. “SHIT!” he growled out loud, as he slowly began to pull out of me. Confused, I looked at him, trying to figure out why he stopped. “Condom broke dude,” he said, starting to work his cock head out of my hole. “Don’t!” I almost yelled, wanting him to continue to fuck and stretch my ass out. I didn't want the fun to stop now, just when I was getting into the hard fucking he was giving me. “Gotta dude,” he said, pointing to one of the tattoos on his chest, “Don’t think you're ready to take a load like mine.” “What do you mean?” I said, still confused, looking at the large scorpion on his peck. “HIV positive, bud,” he said, now out of my hole. I felt empty. I didn’t want to stop. His cock felt amazing. And in my sex-filled haze, I made up my mind. “Fuck… Don’t care. Give it to me man! Fill my ass up with your cum!” I gasped out, my voice expressing my need. I had read about guys getting intentionally pozzed online, but even in my curiosity, had never understood why they would do it until now. I needed this hulk of a man’s load inside me. Now. “Shit, boy!” Garrett said, pulling off the tattered remains of the condom from his dick, “You sure? I'm fucking toxic. And like I said before, once I get back in you, I’m not pulling out.” “Please cum in my hole sir,” I said, lifting my ass even higher in anticipation. Shoving my ass down, Garrett took a deep draw on his half-smoked cigar. “Turn around, cumslut,” he said rubbing his cock before stepping back up to the bed, “I want to make sure to plant this load nice and deep up your neg cunt so it takes.” Getting on my hands and knees, I let out a loud groan as Garrett slammed deep into my hole. He continued to rape my ass, blowing his smoke at the back of my head, enveloping me in a haze of thick cigar smoke. Not even an hour ago the most I had done with a guy was a shy kiss in the 6th grade, and now I was riding a massive poz daddy dick and loving every second. “That’s right, slam back on my diseased prick,” he said, grabbing both of my hips, helping me slam even harder back into his strokes. Both of us continued to fuck hard, my hole taking the abuse with gusto. Grabbing my chin, we started to kiss again. Sweat dripped off of both of us, and I began to notice the musky scent of Garrett. It was a smell that only a true man could make, and it made my 18-year old brain swim. “I’m gonna cum in you boy,” Garrett groaned, pulling away from me again and going back to slamming my hole. “Don’t stop,” I moan, “Please. Please don’t stop.” “Last chance boy,” he said, his thrusts becoming irregular, “You sure you want to take my poz load?” “Give it to me!” I yelled in reply. “You got it, baby,” he said in reply, and even though I didn’t think it possible, bucked even harder, grabbing my shoulders with both hands. Sweat dripped from his head and chest as we fucked. In my hole, there was no longer any pain, having now opened completed and taking his cock like a proper bottom boyhood should. “Fuck, knew you were gonna have a sexy fucking hole the second I saw you walk into that locker room,” Garrett said as he continued to pound my ass relentlessly, “But the fact it was a cherry hole made things even better. And now I get to take your poz cherry as well. You ready boy? Ready to take the load that will change your life forever?” “Oh shhhh-it, infect my hole. Fuck that dirty load deep into me! Poz me!” “You're getting it fucker,” and with that Garrett slammed deep into me one last time and shot ropes of cum inside me. I felt every shot of hot liquid into my hole and I was instantly filled with an entirely new sort of warmth. It suddenly became too much for me, and despite not touching myself during the entire ordeal, I began to shoot what felt like my largest load ever. After a long time, Garrett’s cock finally softened and he let it slip from my now loose and dripping ass. I felt a swift slap on my ass, and instinctively my hole tightened up slightly. “How was that, boy?” he asked while puffing contently on the nearly spent cigar. “Holy shit…” I said, rolling on to my back and letting my head fall back, “That was so amazing. I’ve never shot a load like that before!” Crawling on to the bed next to me, he leaned down and kissed me, blowing his smoke into my face again. "How are you feeling about taking my toxic load?" Looking down, he stared down and my quickly re-hardening cock. The talk of his poz cum swimming around inside me was exciting me. “Damn, fucker,” he said, reaching down and grasping my dick at the base, “I guess you want more. I would have thought after a hard fucking like that for your first time you would be down for the count.” Biting my lower lip, I smiled and blushed slightly. “Actually, I’m even hornier than I was when we started.” “Well, shit,” he said, surprise in his voice, “Since you seem up to taking any load up your ass, you want me to find a few more guys to fill you up?” I hesitated for only a moment when pondering his offer, but then I felt a small glob of his thick bug-filled cum make its way out of my gaping cunt, and my mind was made up. “Yes, please.” “Well bitch, since you were such a polite piggy about it, let’s go find something to really break in that new hole of yours.”

Just had a married Indian guy stop in. Logged on to Grindr this morning and was greeted by a message from a blank profile about 800ft away. Normally don't waste my time with blank profiles but the distance and the desperation to take my cock got my attention. Guy sent me a few pics, arse looked nice and I was nursing a hangover horn so thought what the fuck. I sent him my address and told him to strip at the door (left it on the latch). Now he's told me he's married and he's only bottomed once before but is keen to suck me off. I know I want that arse though. I'm horny and I want to breed. I'm lying on the bed and hear him enter and strip, he walks into the bedroom and his little cock is rock hard as he sees me. He takes my dick in his hand and gently licks the tip, before I grab his head and push him down on it making him gag slightly. I hold him firm, not rough but enough to know who's in control and then gently pull out and thrust it back in his throat. My cock swells feeling him gag on it but he starts getting used to it soon enough. As i'm teaching this married cock sucker how to take my cock, I'm focusing on the real prize. His barely touched hole. I start to play with his arse which evokes some moans on to my cock and I know he's going to be mine soon enough. I grab some lube and start to finger his hole and then slide a second digit in him, all the while keeping him distracted with my cock. By this stage he's moaning uncontrollably. I decide I've had enough pussy footing about, I want his married hole now. I flip him on his back and start to tease his hole when I hear the words we all dread "Have you got a rubber? I don't do BB" - Rookie error on my part not checking this. So I do the dutiful thing and grab a condom and rip the packet, but before I roll it on I start to make out with him, grinding my cock against that cheating slut's hole. He's moaning away as I'm kissing his neck and then I feel it, the tip of my cock pushes in and he moans a low guttural moan as I sink my raw cock in him. Now he's tight, you can't tell he doesn't do this often. His wedding band is pushing into my arm as he grips me tight and I sink ever deeper, the condom still in its packet. I draw my cock out and slam it deep in him making me moan loud and shout "oh fuck". Now I'm not necessarily massively vocal but with married guys I do get off on it a lot. I love making them admit their true feelings. So as I'm fucking his tight hole wide open I can't help but ask him "you liking this you married slut? What would your wife say if she saw this?" By this stage he's lost in the sensation of his arse being fucked wide open and can barely form words other than "yeh" and "fuck" and "cheating whore" I continue to pound his tight brown hole fucking it deep and then slowing down, drawing out and plunging it back in. He's dripping precum all over himself and his hole is getting a thick coating of my precum. I can tell I won't be going forever, his hole is so tight and the knowing I'm getting this safe only married guy with kids to submit to my cock is just too horny for words. I begin to pick up the pace and say "I'm gonna send you home with my load. Want you to fuck your wife later with my cum still in you. Want you eating dinner with your family knowing you've been owned and bred like the slut you are". I'm fucking him so hard he's just screaming into a pillow, my pace quickening and my cock swelling before I dump 7-8 shots of thick cum deep in his hole. I hold my cock deep as it can go in him and he sprays his load over himself with just a couple of jerks of his cock. As my hard on fades I slip out his hole and chuck the torn condom packet in the bin. As I do so he asks me "you did put the condom on yeh?" I look at him in disbelief and tell him "you have nothing to worry about" and give his arse a firm slap and kiss him. Soon he's out the door, an arse full of cum and heading back to his loving wife an children. He's already messaged me for round 2.

The ORGY I've been having fun lately but haven't had time to write about it. Last week I went to an orgy hosted monthly by a buddy. There were 25 guys there all ages and shapes and sizes. This is a great crowd with guys that cum to the orgy regularly and a few new faces that show up, fade away and then months later show up again. This was the case last week. There is a guy I have known (yes and fucked) for a few years. I have seen him at private parties here and there and he is a passionate vocal cum loving bottom. I haven't seen him in many months but I have been inviting him to this group thing for months. He is over an hour away but I knew he'd love the guys at this party and would have a great time. Not to mention I really missed fucking and seeding his hole. I really missed him. He is such a great guy. He just throws himself into the sex and becomes the life of the party. A great bottom guy that is insatiable and loves cock and cum. Well, the day of the party came and I sent him another message. "Party starts soon, hope you will be there. Text me etc." I didn't hear back and was a bit put off that I'd probably not see him again that day. I went to the party and started playing with the naked men. At one point a new guy had his cock sucked and his ass rimmed by two different men. Our eyes met and he licked his lips..we kissed and he whispered "I want you to fuck me with your daddy dick." My cock and his ass were wet with saliva as a couple bottom guys worked their magic. New guy turned around and spread his cheeks for me..OMG that hole is beautiful and his bubble butt was calling my name. I stuck my dick up against his pucker and slid home..balls deep it felt like silk..someone went around and started sucking his hot cock while I was fucking him. Other guys started fucking. One guy on the sofa was legs up with his bare feet up in the air and his hot ass over the edge. (I think that is so fucking hot) the top guy started sliding inside and fucking for all his worth. It was a fucking hot scene. I turned back to the newbie as my cock started to tingle and my balls felt the churning of my cum load getting ready to shoot out and inside his hole. I grabbed his hips, and started to pound as sweat was dripping off my brow. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him deeper on my cock and shot and spewed a nice cum load. He pushed back and was grinding his hips against me as I shot. At about the same time he shot a nice load down the throat of a hot mouth that had non stop sucked him as we were fucking! My cock started to leave his hole (always a sad feeling for me since I love keeping inside as long as possible) and as I turned I had a mouth swallow and clean up my cock! OMG it was my buddy he actually showed up this time! He was naked and in the middle of the action and I ddn't even know he arrived! He sucked my cock so well that I started to get hard again. He turned around and rubbed his ass and hole against my cock and balls. I love that feeling. As my cock grows just rubbing against a mans hole all wet and warm makes my cock grow..Thinking about it now has my cock hard. My dick found its way to his sweet ass hole. I slide inside just as he pushed back and we connected!! A happy sigh from both of us. I pumped him and I banged him, I fucked him hard and I fucked him slow. I lasted longer since I shot a bit before but eventually I loaded his hole up. It felt so good. I missed that man. He happily turned around and sucked me clean. I managed to sit down for a break as I watched the action around me. It was amazing sex. My buddy was sucking cock and getting raw dick up his ass in no time. He was having a great time. I fucked a couple more holes and ended up breeding my bud for a second time (third load). I watched as he was getting pounded and seeded by a vers guy for the second time and took another load..then my bud turned around and put his rock hard cock up the vers ass guy that just finished fucking him. My bud pounded out a load deep inside the vers ass. Everyone watched and groaned their approval. The time was quickly approaching that we all needed to leave as the host had an appointment and had to end the party. The last few guys shot their loads in mouths or asses and we started cleaning up and getting dressed. My buddy came over and after a deep hot kiss, said "I need to get on the mailing list I had a fantastic time today and want more!!!" Believe me, he will. He was the star of the day as usual. Everyone hugged him and thanked him for his mouth and ass. He is such a slut, guess that's why I love him so much!!

Just got home from 8 hours getting fucked hard by the thick cock of a semi-regular top bud. The fact that he is a pastor makes me so hard. Wish we had made a video instead of just a pic

Did a long weekend in Disney Orlando this month with my partner and some friends. Had a nice sized two-bedroom in Saratoga Springs resort we shared among 5 of us for a semi-annual reunion. This was our final evening / night of the trip, when just Shane and I were left (our friends departed earlier that day) because of a cancelled flight. This was the start of what turned out to be an exciting night....... I had gone to meet another friend who lives in Tampa, while Shane did an afternoon at the spa. I was back at the resort chatting on the apps with a few guys. Most were cast members (there are always a handful looking to play, but they work odd shifts or often are only available late after the parks close). A 22 year old guest staying nearby was sounding more serious, so I invested more attention in his chat. He was traveling with his family for the week, couldn’t host (as most of the guys on the apps around Disney cannot), and was horny. He was 5’10”, very lean, brick red hair that was short and very curly, and a cute face. Not usually who I would pursue (I like a guy with a solid build), but he seemed nice, real, and was available now. I met him near the bus stop and walked over. He was here with his family — his parents and two younger siblings, as well as a grandparent, aunt, and 2 younger cousins. They were in the water park (kinda surprising since its been unseasonably cold this week), and he hung out at their resort instead. Grinding on Grindr, of course (haha). We chatted about his college — he was a senior in psychology, planning to do grad school next year. He was a bit shy, which I found endearing. Very grounded. Far from being a typical self-focused or entitled twink, this guy was articulate, seemed to have some culture under his belt, and was humble. He was quiet and reserved, but friendly. It was a nice walk back to the condo, and was more intrigued to see where this would go. I wasn’t convinced he would totally follow through, but he’d come this far. I hadn’t heard back from Shane, yet, so was thinking this would be a one-on-one. In the condo, college boy and I had a glass of wine (he was looking a bit timid), and I casually placed my hand on him a few times as we moved around — his back, then waist, and finally leg while sitting on the couch. After a bit he returned the touch. I leaned in to kiss him, and warmed up to a slow, intimate series of kisses on the couch. I casually rubbed his chest and legs, and he reached down for my cock. It was time to move to the bedroom. I ushered him into our friends’ vacant room, went to mine to grab lube and poppers, and returned. He asked if I was on PrEP, and I confirmed it (we’d discussed it in our app chat, and its in my profile, but he needed to hear it again). He said he doesn’t usually bareback, and I told him I had condoms if he wanted. At that point, he dropped to his knees, pulled out my dick, and started sucking. College boy had a nice mouth and technique, sliding up and down my cock with his tongue, never loosing suction. He was a voracious cocksucker. I pulled his mouth off my cock, and slapped it against his face; he immediately put his tongue out for more. I was more turned on, and slowly fed it to him, pulling back to tease him, and build his need for it. I reached down and pulled his shirt off, then started to fuck his face, holding the back of his head, and his ears at one point. I thought about shooting in his mouth, but I wanted more of this college boy. I told him to strip; he wrestled out of his jeans and underwear while still kneeling. I reached down to his smooth ass while he went down on my cock again. I rubbed my finger against his dry hole, massaging rather than penetrating, starting to stimulate the nerves and relax his muscle. He moaned quietly, and actually stopped sucking my cock and pushed his head into my abs. “Fuck yeah,” he whispered. I wet my fingers and slowly started to probe him, tenderly, feeling his muscle contract and then ease open as he fell under the spell. He was still kneeling on the floor, and I got down on one knee alongside him, one hand caressing his back and the other now better positioned to play with his ass. He slid into position on all fours, and I drizzled lube on my fingers, probing a bit deeper to work the lube all the way in. ”Can I have some poppers?” he asked quietly. I handed him the amber bottle, and he took two long drags off of it. He settled his chest against the carpet, spread his knees wider to better display his ass in the air, and started to moan louder as the magic took hold. College boy was surrendering to the allure of offering himself to a stranger. My cock was rock hard, and I jerked it a few times to cover it in lube before returning my fingers to his hole. It was definitely time for more. I stood up, then squatted behind his ass, letting my cock slid up and down along that inviting divide between his ass checks. “Oh fuck yeah” he breathed, slowly grinding his ass against my cock. I ran my Hands along his back, massaging him firmly, let my dick go freestyle as it searched for his hole on its own. College boy groaned when the head pressed against his waiting hole. I pressed more firmly, and felt the natural resistance of a young hole that was still learning to open itself up. I started a regular rhythm of pressure, letting the subtle thrusts entice his hole to open. “It’s a thick dick. Take another hit of the poppers,” I told him. He did, raising up onto all fours after he did, and working his ass back and forth against my cock. Then the head of my cock popped into his hold, the sphincter opening just enough to allow access. He whimpered and then moaned loudly as he let it slide in deeper. I held it inside him silently, massaging his back gently, caressing his ass cheeks. Then he started rocking back and forth on my cock, very slowly at first, but gradually getting more adventurous. His hole was firmly gripped around my cock, and it felt amazingly warm and smooth inside. It was easy to glide in and out as he fucked himself. I started moving my hips in rhythm with his ass, letting my cock stretch his hole a bit wider, and introducing new angles. College boy turned to butter and sank his chest to the ground again. He was ready. I held his hips and began thrusting harder. College boy moaned none stop, gasping occasionally and asking to get fucked longer. My pelvis was smacking hard against his lean ass. I slowed a few times as I shifted my own position, and enjoyed watching my slick dick gliding in and out of that fresh hole. Finally I pulled out, stood up, and told him to stand. I stretched my legs as he rose (he was a bit shaky), then pushed him onto his back on the bed. His legs went right into the air and I dove back into his hole. His slender dick was standing straight up, and I reached for it. “Don’t!” He gasped. “I’ll shoot! I want more! It feels amazing!!” I started fucking him hard, my balls slapping his ass as I went for longer strokes. I was sweating, and I could see the sheen on his own body. College boy grabbed his own ankles and held his legs wide, grunting with each deep thrust. “Oh! Fuck! Yeah!” He looked up at me, his eyes glazed in cocklust. He had totally surrendered to me. It was time to finish on the high note. I pressed one hand against his lightly fuzzed chest for balance, and grabbed his dick in my other, He gasped and locked eyes with me. He knew what was about to happen. I wasn’t asking permission or what he wanted. This would be wordless and primal. I fucked harder, feeling the release build in me. I massaged his dick, rather than jerking it. He kept staring at me, his filled with desire and suddenly a hint of fear. I unleashed inside him, driving my load deep and growling with each desperate thrust. College boy threw his head back and exploded, his cum splattering his own face and shoulders. He shuddered again and again as the orgasm pulsed through his lean body. I stood there panting, his body displayed in front of me, my dick still inside his cum-filled hole. I was fucking turned on still — I had just bred his hot little college boy. After a few moments we moved apart. He was once again reserved and timid. He showered quietly and quickly. I heard voices in the living room, and knew Shane had returned — but not alone. I stepped into the shower. “How are you doing?” College boy said he was fine. I figured he hadn’t been bred before, or at least very rarely. Which turned me on even more. My dick was getting hard again. We dressed and headed into the living room. College boy needed to meet his family for dinner in Disney Springs. My partner was sitting on the couch with a cute guy sharing wine. We exchanged hellos, and I said I was going to walk college boy out. He and walked back to the bus stop, hugged quickly, and said goodbye. I would hear from him later via Grindr. I was right that he had only been bred a couple times by his ex-boyfriend. He’d admit to jerking off the rest of the week thinking about our encounter and taking a load in his ass. I would do the same, and was feeling a thrill each time I thought about that reserved college boy walking with his family that night through Disney, my load inside him. I wandered back to the condo to see what Shane and his guy were up to. I’ll share that experience in my next thread.... If you enjoyed this one, let me know by clicked the blue heart below.

Part 16 I was laying on my stomach with this man kneeling between my legs. I felt him reach up and pull off my blindfold. “Fuck you don’t need that” he said. He quickly moved until he was laying on top of me, his big monster cock between my legs pumping in and out of the space between my thighs. He moved until I felt the forearm of the man on me baring down on my shoulder blades, across my back. He was stabbing his cock head at my wet hole, quickly jabbing it at my hole then pulling off. Over and over he did this. I was moaning as I felt the head just pop open my hole then quickly pop out. Without warning he rammed his thick cock deep into my hole. I screamed loudly not caring if my neighbors heard me or not. I closed my eyes and breathed in and out to make sure I didn’t pass out from the pain. “Take it fucker, take the pain” he said. He pulled his cock out until the head was pulling my hole outwards, then rammed it back in. I groaned this time from the pain that was shooting through my body. “Open up for my horse cock” he said. “Damn buddy take it easy on his hole, you will ruin it for everyone else” “Fuck if I am going to expose my monster cock to every disease under the sun, then I going to fuck him like the diseased whore that he is” He continued to pump his cock in and out as hard and as fast as he could. “Plus I’m no bigger than his boss” he said, “And I have had that up my hairy hole” I moaned as I was getting used to his cock drilling my hole. His weight was holding me down on the bed. His legs were holding my legs together, squeezing my ass shut around his thick cock. His balls were hitting my ass each time he slammed into me. “Fuck him good” the other man said, leaving just us in my bedroom “Heard you and the boss pozzed a neighbor recently” “Yeah” I grunted, “and some homeless Marine at a hotel” “Fuck yeah” He continued to pound my hole, driving in hard and deep. I grunted each time he slammed into me. Reaching back he grabbed one of my legs and we rolled over on our sides. He lifted my leg up and started to pump my hole again with his monster cock. I looked down at the mirror in the corner. I could see my hole stretched open around his thick cock, as it slid in and out. I shifted a bit more, which allowed him to slide into me deeper. His smooth nuts were laying across his legs, slowly moving as he pumped in and out. I heard the door to my apartment open and close again. Wondering if the man was just leaving but soon heard someone say: “That’s what I like to see, my whore being used” It was my boss. he was standing in front of the mirror, slowly removing his clothes. I was watching his crotch, waiting to see him expose that big cut monster dick. “Let’s rip this diseased fucker wide open tonight” my boss said. I watched as he opened his jeans and they dropped to the floor. His cock bounced out. It was almost fully hard. The monster dick in my ass continued to slide in and out, slowly now as if he was watching my boss strip too and enjoying the show. My boss moved on the bed and knelt next to my head. I instinctively opened my mouth and he slowly pushed it in, sliding it deep into my throat. He reached down and pinched one of my nipples hard, driving his fingernail into my flesh. He slowly started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. With each pump of his cock in I coated it was some thick spit, getting it ready for him to fuck my hole. Pretty soon it was shining with my spit. “Hold him tight” my boss said, pulling his cock from my mouth The man behind me wrapped his arms around my very quick, squeezing tight in a bear hug. I grabbed my leg and held it up the best I could, but soon it was resting on my boss’ shoulder. He had moved and straddled the leg that was on the mattress. He had gripped his cock at the base and was rubbing it around my hole and the cock that was in me. He grabbed a little brown bottle that was close by and handed it to me. “Huff until you are about to pass out” he said, “you’re going to need it” I twisted the cap and listened to the hiss. I shoved the bottle under my nose and inhaled. I repeated this over and over and my boss continued to rub his cock around my hole. I had lost count of how many times I huffed that bottle, but I knew I was flying. My heart beat was drumming in my ears and I could feel it pounding in my temples. Grabbing my hips, my boss lined his cock head up next to the wall of my hole, next to the shaft of the cock deep in me. The man squeezed tighter as my boss thrusted his cock into my hole. I groaned loudly, and screamed out NO! My boss didn’t stop. His cock head kept pushing against my hole, with more force as the seconds passed. Suddenly, the head popped in. I yelped louder than before, but my boss didn’t pull out. He just pushed the brown bottle back up to my nose. I inhaled deep over and over. With each huff, his cock slid in a bit more. My hole stretched more and more. I closed my eyes and tried to breath through the pain. “Take it out, I can’t do it” “You are and we are not stopping” my boss said. He pushed in more. “Fucker is tight now” the man behind me said. My boss pushed in more, his cock was about half way in. “Then we open him up more” my boss said. With out say a word more to each other, they slowly started to move their cocks in and out of my stretched hole. As one moved in the other one moved out. My hole started to adjust to having two monster cocks in me. I couldn’t help but moan as the sensations of these moving cocks swept through my body. “Bitch likes to be stretched open” my boss said. “Fuck your cock feels awesome sliding against mine” “Wait until we shoot our toxic cum up with all those diseases” “Fuck you should get his biohazard tat fucking soon” “Not until this bitch converts” My eyes were rolling up in the back of my head, the pleasure coming from being double fucked by these two monster cocks was over whelming. My boss was pushing my leg back further as he increased his pumping of his cock in and out of my hole. I could feel the man behind me loosen his bear hug around me. “Ride the brown bottle again whore” my boss said. I brought the bottle to my nose and inhaled deep, over and over. Grabbing my shoulders my boss held me firm as he pushed into me more. The pain was not as bad as before, but soon it turned into more pleasure. They both picked up speed. I was in hog heaven from their double dick fucking. My boss began to jack rabbit my hole, moving just a few inches in and out of my hole. The other man did the same. “Fuck I’m getting close” the man said. “Fuck buddy, I can feel your cock thickening, you’re gonna blow” The man behind me let out a loud grunt and then stopped moving. I could feel the cum pulsing out of his cock. “Oh fuck I can feel you shooting” my boos said. He then pushed in to me as far as he could and his cock erupted, shooting his toxic load in with the others. “Fuck man, that was hot” the man said. I squeezed my ass muscles over and over, teasing their cocks, trying to milk out the rest of their toxic loads. “I will be ready for round two in a few minutes, but I think we need to add someone to the party” My boss quickly pulled out of my ass, I could feel my hole gapping open even with the other man still in me. He slowly pulled out and sat on the side of the bed, as my boss put on his jeans. “What’s his apartment number” my boss asked. “4B” With that he was off, leaving me and the stranger staring at each other.

True story from Dec. 23rd holiday party. My partner Shane and I went to a friend’s holiday party. It’s a semi-annual event, and always one of the best parties of the year. This year there were around 70 guys attending. There was a small catering team handling the food and bar. My favorite was the blonde waiter; when we chatted, he shared he was a senior in a nursing program and was thinking about PA school next year. The bartender was a muscular guy, shaved head, in his late 30s or early 40s; he was pouring the drinks pretty heavy. I chatted briefly with another waiter, this one a bit shy with dark, thick hair and glasses who was also finishing college, and looking a bit overwhelmed by all the men. There was a really mishmash of guests, ranging from late 20s through early 60s, with the majority in their 40s and 50s. A good cross-section of fit and outgoing gentlemen. I knew about half of the guys from other social events, and a few from prior seasons in Ptown. A few close friends were attending, and I was mingling throughout the night. Shane and I crossed paths now and agin in the house — a 3600 sq. Ft. Home built along the edge of conservation land, so it was nice and private. There was a constant level of flirting and sexual energy in the group; not ususual for one of these parties. Men were casually chatting, rubbing one another’s chest, and breaking the touch-barrier by laying a hand on someone new’s shoulder or around their waist. The buzz in the house was lively as guys moved from room to room, and occasionally out to the chillly patio, during the evening. Around 10 p.m. some guys began to take their leave. I’d chatted with my friends, made some new acquaintances, and even exchanged a couple nice kisses with some new handsome guys. Shane introduced me to a tall, lean red head named Eric, and I chatted with the handsome ginger for a bit before needing to visit the bartender again. There’d also been a slow migration of some guys to the upper floor, which had a walkway and small seating area that overlooked the living room. Guys were hanging out up there, and then disappearing down the hallway. I wasn’t in a hurry to wander upstairs, and was enjoying the conversations still happening on the main floor. Around 10:45 the main floor was growing pretty thin. The last of my close friends that were still hanging around were saying goodbyes. The main floor was littered with empty food plates, wine glasses, and cups. I peeked into the front living room and saw a guy sitting on the couch with another kneeling at his feet blowing him. In the kitchen, three guys were in a tight embrace exploring one another’s bodies under their winter clothing. I decided to wander upstairs and see what was happening there. The master bedroom was at the end of the upstairs hallway, past several other closed doors. The hall was quiet, and there wasn’t much noise coming from those closed rooms. The master bedroom door was opne, but the room was dark. With about 6 feet left to the hallway, I could begin to hear the happy murmurs of men in the dark. There were about 25 guys in the bedroom, a large space with 2 levels — the lower level had a king size bed in the center of the floor looking out a wall of glass into the woods. Behind the bed was a low wall with steps on either side that went to the upper level. Guys were everywhere. From the upper level, I could see a group of 7 guys active on the bed, with one guy laying spread eagle and another laying on top of him. Two other guys were on all fours at opposite sides of the bed being fucked from behind. Around me were small groups of naked men sucking, and I spied what looked like a metal framework in the corner opposite the hallway. I stripped, tossed my clothes behind a chair, and started to wander the upper level to see who was there and where I might join in. The bedroom was filled with happy moans and groans of men sharing sexual intimacy. There were random bottles of poppers and lube floating around, and I took a quick hit of poppers to get myself going; my dick was already rock hard, my favorite leather cockring hugging it tight at the base. My friend Matthew was laying on a blanket on the floor, holding his legs in the air as someone I hadn’t spoken to tonight started penetrating his hole. Three guys were on their knees in the middle of a group of 6 or 7, hungrily sucking one cock after another. The frame I saw in the corner was for a sling, but the sling was empty at the moment — I didn’t think that would last very long. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness, just a few candles punctuating small areas of the room, and casting most of the bodies as silhouettes until you got up close. I picked up a bottle of poppers and took a second hit as one of the guys kneeling reached out and touched my cock; I slipped it into his mouth and enjoyed a nice blowjob before he moved back to the guy on my right. I wandered down to the lower level by the bed. The sounds here were more intense — skin slapping against skin, and short grunts, moans, and gasps as men were being fucked in the near darkness. I had to get close to make out faces. To my surprise, the adorable blonde waiter was bent over the edge of the bed being fucked by one of the hosts. The host leaned over as I got close, and made out with me while he kept fucking the boy. There was a bottle of lube and some poppers laying nearby on the bed, and I reached underneath to feel the host’s bare cock sliding in and out of the boy’s hole. I stepped around and knelt on the bed, taking a hit of poppers, sharing one with the boy, and pushed my cock into his mouth to spit roast him. I looked at the other pairs fucking on the bed, and realized it was Shane laying spread eagle on one side of the bed with the red head plowing into his hole. I felt the thrill that goes through me when I see Shane being fucked by someone. He was grunting over and over as Eric delivered thrust after thrust, his body weight pressing Shane into the mattress. The muscly bartender was standing at the other edge of the bed, stroking slowly as he watched two other guys fucking near him; he occasionally reached over and touched Eric’s ass and ran his hand up along his spine. I decided to walk up top and see if there was an available ass ready to be fucked. My friend Matthew was now in the sling with a couple guys standing near, but no one stepping up. I quickly lubed my cock, stepped up to Matthew’s waiting hole, and started to push in. He and I smiled to each other for a second, then he took two long hits of poppers knowing what was coming, and then the fuck started. His ass was incredible warm wrapped around my dick, and I felt the smooth skin rubbing against my cock as I pumped in and out of his hole. I fucked him with long strokes, purposely trying to have my balls slap against his ass. He started jacking himself, and I picked up the pace as he starting moaning. I went from long and deep strokes, to a more moderate pace, letting the sling begin to do some of the work as it swung forward and back, pulling his hole away from my cock, and then plunging back to impale him again. Matthew was groaning loudly, which totally turns me on, and I started a power fuck, slamming his ass hard as I pulled back against the chairs holding the sling. Matthew and I locked eyes, him grunting and snarling like someone who loves his ass used hard. My pelvic bone was starting to hurt I was fucking him so hard, pulling back on the chains to bring his hole back to me. Matthew grunted and then asked for a break. I stepped back, and helped him up, his lightly furred chest drenched in sweat, and he was gasping a bit. We stood there making out for a few minutes, then he went downstairs for water. I washed off my cock in the shower (I think that’s always polite after fucking someone’s ass), and wandered back toward the bed. There were at least 10 guys on or around the bed, and the energy had become primal. Shane and the blonde waiter was laying on their backs along the bottom end of the bed, with a third guy on all fours beside them. All three were being fucked. Shane was taking the bartender’s big cock, his moans conveying how hot the fuck was. The blonde was giving it up for a silver fox, and the third was impaled on the host’s cock. This is where everything just begins to become a pagent of smells, sounds, and feelings. I jumped onto the bed, and there were others that followed. The next 40 minutes was a circus of mystery cocks slipping in and out of willing holes as tops moved around the bed regularly, I fucked a cute otter at the edge of the bed while watching Shane take the silver fox in his ass, and another guy push his cock into Shane’s mouth. I was just thinking of breeding the otter when someone came up behind me and pushed into my ass. I became distracted by the mystery cock inside me, and the incredibly warm feeling of the otter’s hole. I thrusted forward to bury myself deep, feeling the dick in my slide out to his head; and then pushed back onto the cock behind me while giving the otter a moment of relief. I was caught up in the amazing slippery feelings on my cock and in my ass. There was a rotation on the bed, and I lost my otter hole only to find the blonde waiter sniffing poppers with his legs spread wide. I didn’t waste time taking that beautiful hole, watching the expressions on his face as I began to pump in and out of him raw. A suddenly loud grunting / growling sound was off to my left, and I could make out (through the tangle of bodies) a bearded guy from Connecticutt pumping his load into Shane’s ass. My poppered up blonde was cradling his knees in his arms, lifting his ass up for my cock. I pounded him, shifting my stance a few times to reach different angles in his hole. He vacillated between low moans and quick whimpers as he took another cock in him. I made out with a guy next to me who then asked for a turn with the blonde. I gave myself a quick respite for some water, then returned to the bed. The redhead Eric was back at Shane’s ass, holding his legs wide while he pumped away at the hungry hole. Shane was moaning, and after a few minutes I heard him ask for Eric’s load. The redhead pumped with determination; I could hear their bodies slapping against one another, and felt it in the bed itself. Finally Eric unloaded into Shane, still pumping away to push his load deep inside. I felt someone fingering my hole, but he was a bit too tentative to keep my attention. Meanwhile, the otter was available again, and he presented his hole to me. I decided this was where I was going to finish for the night. I made out with the handsome otter, letting my hardon tease against his hole for a moment before pushing back inside. We found a quick rhythm and made out while I fucked his ass. I felt the urge building inside me to shoot. I looked up and saw one of the hosts bending Shane over the edge of the bed and positioning his cock to enter my partner. “Are you gonna breed me?” The otter asked. ”Fuck yeah!” I grunted. He looked at me with cocklust in his eyes, and I knew I was going to tag his ass. I let the urge build, my cock aching to release, “OH YEAH~” and I let my cum flood the adorable otter in front of me. He started grunting, and I saw his own cum shoot across his chest and hit his chin. I licked him cum onto my tongue, and pushed it into his own mouth, letting him taste his own cum while mine filled his ass. Our host grunted again and again as he unloaded into Shane’s ass in front of me. I got off the bed with the otter, the two of us walking hand-in-hand, I lead him toward the shower. I slapped the host’s ass, “Nice work” and he smiled back. “I’ve wanted to breed that ass for over a year!” The otter and I showered, then snuggled in one of the other bedrooms for awhile. When I finally got up to collect my clothing and boyfriend, I found him showering with a bearded guy from Boston I’d met before. He had fucked Shane in the sling and given him another load. Shane told me later that he’d been fucked by two guys in the sling, taking both loads. If you enjoyed hearing about Shane’s and my holiday orgy, click the Blue Heart and Upvote, and leave a message.

Had a referral yesterday. Was on bbrt when this guy with a new profile messaged me and said that a buddy of his had told him that I had a great ass to breed and asking if I wanted a load. Of course I do! He’s married and only does anon scenes, which are my favorite, so I tell him to come by and find me blindfolded and ass up. When he walks in he immediately goes to town eating my ass while still getting undressed... while I’m inhaling huge hits of poppers so I can enjoy the most of his tongue. He’s a pretty capable ass eater... knows enough about getting a hole open and wet so no lube is needed. I can feel his growing cock on my leg and it’s a pretty good sized one. Nice and thick. And hard as a rock. Im craving his dick in me bad and finally he gets up and I feel it against my wet hole, but he’s just teasing it. It becomes clear that he’s wiping his precum on my hole and pushing it in with his tongue. He does this a few times and I start getting impatient. It’s probably been 10 minutes of ass eating so far and I want his cock. So I start to push back and he says — the first words he says to me — “no. Be patient boy”. So I relent and he eats my ass for what seems like another 10 minutes. Then he pushes my hand with the poppers close to my nose, so I do as I’m told and huff deeply. He gets up to tease my ass again, but this time he sinks his cock balls deep. One stroke. It’s one of those moments where the sound just comes out of you uncontrollably and you grab the bedsheets tight with both hands. Fuck it hurt and felt fucking amazing. He waited a few minutes and pushed me down on my belly and started long dicking me fairly quickly. Im moaning and asking him to fuck me harder and he tells me to be quiet. “Listen to how my cock sounds in your hole”. So I did and he kept long dicking me. He must have been precuming a river because with all of that lead up it sounded like it does when I get fucked with a few loads in me. You can tell his fluids are filling my ass. Love that sound. He fucks me a while and keeps telling me to be quiet but I can’t really anymore so he pushes me down onto the bed, grabs the poppers and does a few hits himself, puts his hand over my mouth, and pounds my ass. Now he’s getting mean and verbal, telling me to shut up and talking about owning my slut ass. Telling me that I better enjoy all that viral dna of his that I’m soaking up. He finally puts me on all 4s and orders me to continually huff the poppers until he tells me to stop while he scoops up the precum falling out of my ass. He grabs the poppers, does a bunch more, and puts his hands on my shoulders. Now he’s fucking me hard and spanking my ass, and I can’t help but yell and moan and beg for his cum. He obliges and finally breeds me deep. I could feel him shaking behind me for a while before he tells me to clamp down on his dick so I don’t lose any of the cum. He pulls out and starts getting dressed. Not another word as he left. Room smells like poppers and sweat and cum. Fucking hot.

Just got home from spending a few days in Amsterdam. I met a new fuck buddy that had hit me up on Growlr. He's a hot, young, Dutch guy that likes older, heavy guys like me. I walked to his flat and was met by a really attractive young man. Normally, when I hook up, it immediately gets down to sex. But he made us coffee and we chatted for several minutes then began to make out like teenagers. Finally we ended up naked in his bed. He's a passionate lover. It finally got very "HOT" when I began to eat his asshole. He got extremely horny with my tongue in his ass. We then ended up in a 69 position with his cock in my mouth while he slid saliva into my ass and fingering me with one, then a second finger deep in my hole. Then he climbed off the bed and told me to kneel on the edge of the bed. Unfortunately he insisted on using a condom. But, I wanted him inside me so badly, I was willing to let him fuck me covered. This guy is a very aggressive and skilled top. He fucked me for close to 30 minutes. He'd get himself close to cumming, then pull just when he was on the edge. He told me he wanted to get close, pull out, and spray his load all over my face and goatee. However, when he finally reached that "point of no return", he wasn't able to pull out and let out a soft growl as he filled the condom buried deep inside my ass. Once he finally did pull out, he carefully pulled off the cum filled condom and told me to open my mouth. He then fed me his load of cum. As I left his flat to walk back to Centraal Station I got a message on WhatsApp that one of my Amsterdam "regulars" was wanting me to come to his flat for a fuck. He said he would be home by 4pm. So, I walked back to the station and hopped onto the tram that would take me across town to my Italian fuck buddy's flat. I got to his neighborhood quickly, so ducked into a small sandwich shop for a cup of coffee until he was home at 4pm. While enjoying a warming coffee, he messaged that he was home. So, I waked the final block to his home and was thrilled to see my handsome Italian fb open the door. We quickly got naked and I assumed my position on my knees between his legs, worshiping his quickly growing uncut cock. After about 5 minutes of cocksucking, he reached forward and began to finger my ass. I got up and knelt on the sofa. He knelt behind me and put his hard cock up to my hole. He repeatedly spit onto his cockhead and onto my hole. He used his erect cock to smear the spit on my hole. I was sniffing poppers as he finally began to push his rock hard 6" cock up into me. It was wonderful to feel the raw cock as he slid balls deep into me. He wasted no time in slamming repeatedly in and out of me. He has a large, mushroom cockhead that he'd use to massage my sphincter. About 10 minutes of hard, deep fucking brought him to that point that he couldn't hold out any longer. He slammed deep into me. And I could feel his cock throb as he filled my ass with his cum. When he pulled out, he said, "Fuck! What a beautiful sight! My cum is dripping from your ass." He leaned forward and licked his own cum that was dripping out my hole and down my balls. The next morning, I woke to a message from the Dutch guy. He told me he'd be home at 2pm again and wanted to fuck me again if I could make it. I went back to his flat that afternoon and his fuck was even better than the first fuck. He's a passionate and very talented top that really enjoys taking control. He loves to kiss, loves to suck my sensitive nipples, he sucks my balls and gets me so hot that I'm begging and begging him to fuck me. Once he begins to fuck, he has me moaning in pure pleasure. By the time he finally filled his condom with his cum, he had me shaking in internal orgasms. He pulled out and put his cum covered cock into my mouth. I hungrily sucked on his cock as he grew back to full hardness. Within just a few minutes, he filled my mouth with his second load. I'm really hoping that I can at some point convince him to fuck me raw. That would only make his brilliant fucks even better. I'm going to enjoy having this new fuck buddy join my other Amsterdam fb's.

2. Condemned There’s nothing you and I won’t do I’ll stop the world and melt with you The warm night air felt good. No, a shit fuck better than that. The night felt like it was groping him, diddling with his brain as much as booty. It felt outrageous being naked on a rooftop on a hot summer night, his first night in New York, with the breeze drying his matted hair. The city lights were so foreign, many lit windows from high-rises off in the distant, like far off stars, like oil tankers out on a black sea. It made him feel he's in an alien world; he is. In alien skin; he is. Time felt fluid, running backward and forward, never fixed. He smelled piss drying on his skin. He licked it reminding himself it's Manetti's stench he's wearing. It's the only thing he's wearing, except his brother's wet jock around his neck. How fucked up is that?! His tightening skin reminds him of how it used to be when he came out of the ocean back home, the feeling of salt drying under a blazing sun. Tonight, though, a full moon beamed overhead. As they clamored over embankments to the neighboring building, he's still rushing with the vulgarity of his thoughts. He’s not expressing them out loud anymore, but they're still running through his brain. He keeps coming back to a memory that a man just peed on him, that he's going to visit someone, naked, someone Manetti calls his ‘Master.’ He has no reference for what a Master is except for pictures in a magazine. It's part of an imaginary vocabulary. A Zeus figure or Mister Universe. More of a cartoon really. He's not really thinking though. His thoughts are like birds that have escaped their cage and flying lost in the air; freedom they’ve never had before and don’t know what to do with. Manetti leading him is the only thing that grounds him to earth. If he thinks at all it only happens in small bursts. Fragments. He's nervous. He sees his dick has shrunk. His balls feel cold and hide, shriveled up inside him. This moment he's nervous. The next he's more excited than nervous. He regarded Manetti' arms. He's still very horny. Manetti had enormous triceps that flexed under the full moon as he pulled himself over the half wall to the next building. Manetti reached out a hand and helped pull him up. The moon had a glowing ring around it. During the last full moon he was looking at it from the rear window of an Impala, made a decision he wasn’t going back to school the next day. Now here he is naked on a rooftop, being led on a dog leash. Life’s so strange; it is. Wait. There's a collar around his neck? When did that happened? Are there other things he's not remembering? The leash Manetti's holding is attached to his collar. That seems familiar now, part of the plan. Wait. What's the plan exactly? Another thought pops in his head while he's feeling the studs on his collar. He gathers some birds together to string out a sentence. Making sentences is hard and takes enormous effort. "This building,” he said in a hushed voice to Manetti, like someone was going to overhear them. “The one we're on. Sir. Walking on. Tink-tink." He shows him fingers like they're walking, like Manetti wouldn’t know what walking meant. "Yes?" said Manetti. They're at the next building's rooftop hatch. "The front door said 'condemned.' This one." Chris pointed downward. He closed his eyes. A picture formed from a few hours ago. Metal buttons. His brother's name on tape. He steps in a puddle, real time, right now, in his bare feet on the tar roof. He's back in the here and now. It's warm, the puddle. He thinks he’d like to sit down in it. A leash tugs him on. He’s never been on a leash before. He kind of likes it. He could see himself being a dog. Maybe a pet for Manetti and his brother. He’d sleep on the floor, he would. His mind is flying off. Wet shoes that squished. He remembered that. He was cold. When was that? "This building," he said to Manetti absently. "The front door and all the windows were boarded up. Like no one’s home." "That's what Master wants people to think." Manetti popped open the hatch and pointed down the stairs. Chris looked in and descended into the darkness. It's quiet except for the creak of the stairs. Chris' heart raced. He relied heavily on the banister going down, but this feeling of nervous excitement, palpitations, it never leaves him, not since Manetti stuck the needle in his arm. When was that? Wet shoes. He's lost the thread. He's anxious to meet Manetti's Master. He’s curious what Manetti's Master could possibly look like. He gathered birds and released them to Manetti. "What's he like, Sir? Master Drax." Moonlight poured from the skylight over the stairs onto their bare shoulders. He can’t see what’s in the shadows. Formless things. Nameless. It’s the drugs that make him imagine things that aren't there, he told himself, but he’s walking slower. Manetti had to keep nudging him forward so he doesn't bump into him. Manetti sensed Chris was having second thoughts. As they walked the long hall, Manetti told Chris the short version of Master Drax, owner of a stable of boys, all kinds, he and Ben among them. A defrocked priest from Eastern Europe, they all, the stable boys, think. He talked to him in a voice you'd use to corral a young colt you were breaking in, inching him closer to the only door down the corridor. "And he publishes magazines, vanilla ones and hard core ones, too. You said you liked them, the ones under Ben's bed," Manetti suggested. "Do you think he know where my brother is?" Chris asked as they stopped at the door. Manetti put his hand on Chris' shoulder, as much a gesture calm him as well as making sure he wouldn't bolt. With the other hand he knocked. “I wouldn't ask him that tonight.” "I like Magnum." said Chris. They heard someone unlatch the door. “I wonder where he is.” "Maybe you can be in Magnum someday." The door opens and Chris jumps, backing into Manetti. *** A very tall, very lanky black man, a bit older than Manetti, examined the two visitors at the door. The young, very white one, was being propped up by the one he knew as Manetti. The man wore only a harness, naked otherwise, and was shaved from head to toe including his eyebrows. A very long, dangling cock gripped by a metal ring had a leather strap running from his cock to his chest, then split out to each bony shoulder and ran down his back. His cheeks were hollow, and his mouth was agape, and each tooth filed to a sharp point. Manetti pushed Chris away, but Chris quickly took a step back again. "Hello, Jamal," Manetti said. "We're expected." "Yes," the servant said, unfazed by the rudeness of scaredy-boy. "He is waiting in great room. This is the new one?" he asked in his faint island accent. Manetti nodded. Jamal appraised the kid with the wide blue eyes. There was a flicker of lust that brought out a grotesque smile. He then turned and led them down the hall. Manetti stepped in front of Chris, annoyed, yanked him along by his leash. Chris whispered in his ear, “The guy’s teeth.” Manetti quietly answered back, “Too many complaints about bad blow jobs so Master had all his teeth yanked out. Has to wear fake ones or nothing.” Chris scanned the crumbling walls as they walked. Pornographic graffiti filled every inch. Men with large pompadours, sailors, woodsmen, with big tits, big butts, and bigger cocks getting fucked and fisted, and were either pissing or spewing cum. Chris whispered again to Manetti, "Like hieroglyphics. Dirty ones." Manetti yanked his chain. "Stop talking." The hallway ended in a large living room. A fireplace, too hot to be lit, was filled with candles. Standing candelabras were also scattered throughout the room. A few Klieg lights stood dark in corners. The room was covered in peeling red paint. Tin plates on the ceiling were broken in areas where water had seeped in. The floor had rotted out years back. Now warm, stale air seeped up through the cracks of the floorboards. Two old black leather wingback chairs faced each other on both sides of the fireplace, a tattered leather couch between them. Master Drax, sipping a glass goblet of some blood-red liquid, motioned for Manetti to take the opposite chair. Chris stood between them facing the fireplace not knowing where to look after the first shock of seeing Master Drax. Manetti quickly spoke: "Kneel, boy. Eyes down." Chris knelt staring at the candles on the lip of the fireplace. What brief glance he’d gotten of the sitting man, was that he possessed the biggest cock he’d ever seen; it's played in his mind. Even Jamal’s ringed cock paled to the black clad figure. "Michael, where is his cage?" Master Drax asked. "Put it on him." Manetti rose and went down on one knee to hook the chastity cage over Chris' genitals. He took Chris’ arms and placed them behind his back. Once the cage was locked, Manetti rose and handed the key to his Master. It was the first time Chris ever had his penis and balls shackled. The metal was cold and constricted tightly around him like a vice. If he felt helpless before, he now felt hopeless. Chris tried to give the Master a fast sideways glance but only saw Jamal who stood behind him. He smirked his razor grin from the sidelines. "Has he at all been hard since you drugged him with, what, methamphetamine?" Chris looked down to see his cock was indeed shriveled to the size of a peanut inside the cage. "Yes, Master Drax. He actually has a nice piece on him. So scrawny, he looks above average." "Really?" Master Drax said in somewhat disbelief. "Tell me, Michael, exactly have you given him so far? A full account, if you would." "Eight drops of GHB, which I shared a little with him to encourage him. His works had point two meth. And a Valium in case you wanted to fist him, Master. He also drank some chem piss but not much. He's a virgin, well, was as of two hours ago. I have to say he takes a good fuck, opened pretty quick after about an hour. His hole was loose when I shaved him, but probably it’s tight again." Master Drax leaned forward and spoke, with a bit of a smile, conspiratorially to Chris. "Michael would make a good pimp for you, wouldn't he? You would do anything for him." Chris stared into the fireplace, not knowing what was expected of him. His right hand tightly clutched his left wrist behind his back. His unease made him dig his nails into his flesh. "Tell me: of all the enhancements Michael provided, what did you like best? You can speak. Look up at me." Chris looked up. His earlier glimpse of the man registered as a big dicked scary old man, a man with glasses, black vest and crotchless chaps. And though he had sat far back in the chair, his huge uncut cock had hung over the seat of the wingback chair. That anaconda of a cock is what registered most and still does. Now that he was able to truly take him in, his initial fear was not diminished by what he’d seen, but now possibly built on it. Bald, random liver spots covered his head. Behind wire-rim glasses, rheumy eyes darted from his skeletal sockets. The glasses hooked around large ears, where black hairs jutted around the fleshy lobes. His stubbly beard couldn't hide severely sunken, ashy cheeks, and in his open mouth there were multiple missing teeth. His tongue slithered over chapped lips, and his jaw had the junky habit of gnawing from side to side that his mother had when she itched for a fix. He breathed heavily through his nose like Manetti did right after he slammed. That nose was narrow and hooked, hung with green mucus extending as he huffed in and out. He saw Chris was mesmerized, so as he removed his vest and touched himself in a manner that a whore might use to attract a timid client. With his vest removed, he ran his hand over large white breasts that hung down to a pair of engorged nipples, each one pierced with mammoth horseshoes of heavy silver metal. He fondled them noting Chris' reaction. A silver pentagram swung on a chain and rested between his sagging breasts. Tattoos adorned his torso and arms. The first image that caught Chris’ eye was of a large dragon, identical to the one Ben had draped over his shoulder with its accompanying tail covering the old man's pronounced rib cage. Words were inked up and down his arms, all in Latin, some spiraled around his forearm, others in bands around his shriveled biceps. Chris recognized some of them stored in a backlog from catechism: Deus, mortem, cazzo, satanas. Though he didn't know what the phrases said, they couldn't have translated to anything good. Mixed in with the words were inverted crosses, a triangle of sixes on his other shoulder, horned creatures fucking, a goat with an erection, a man hanging by his foot. Most of the ink was old, faded, blended into his shriveling skin. There was one exception. A somewhat newer one etched over his hard, distended belly: the same three-pronged biohazard symbol Manetti had. Below his belly he had a vast field of grey public hair. Beneath the translucent hair, a demon's mask, the long, slender tongue extending along the top of his manhood down to the tip where it hung off with an obscene amount of hanging foreskin. Within the wrinkled foreskin, thick yellow spooge formed and crusted. Master Drax inched closer to get a better look at Chris. He was still awaiting an answer. He propped his elbows on this knees to support himself, his hands folded monk-like before him. Chris glanced at the arms. They were heavily bruised with track marks and scabbed veins; one engorged artery still had a bead of bright red blood shimmering. He saw the boy starting at it. He extended his arm. Before he could stop himself Chris licked the bead. “Very good, child,” the Master beamed. "You have proper instincts." Chris felt himself sitting inside his head, detached somehow. He thought he would have been repelled, but oddly, examining him at such close range, as at the same time he was being inspected, he was strangely drawn to the man. Before this moment, if he'd come across him on the street, he might try to avoid him, cross the street. But being scrutinized so attentively by him in this moment, kneeling naked in front of him, he still had fear, some repulsion, yes, but he couldn't deny an undercurrent of desire. The Master immediately pick up on his thoughts, for as Chris gazed down at the demonic mask etched on his pubis, it was evident that an erection was beginning to form. The serpent tongue stirred within the overflowing foreskin, a monstrous snail emerging from its shell. Chris, too, was starting to become aroused the longer he took in man's strangeness. But for him the feeling of arrested movement reminded him painfully and clearly that his dicklet was going nowhere. He summoned the courage to look pleadingly at Master Drax, but he wasn't ready for the Master’s stare that entrapped him. Like a tiny mouse might freeze all functions when looked down on by a giant cobra, Chris froze. Didn’t move, didn’t blink, barely breathed. Master Drax's presence was formidable, a fact he felt deeper than anything he'd ever sensed inside. A bit of urine dripped from his cage that too quickly turned into a stream that fell through the floorboards, echoing floor after floor below. Master Drax gave out an asthmatic, rumbling laugh, coughed up phlegm, pointed to the boy’s mouth. Chris opened it slowly. Master Drax hurled his green phlegm directly into his mouth. He then pointed to the boy’s stomach. Chris blinked, then swallow nauseously. And still the man held him in a awe. His dark eyebrows raised. There had been a question dangling, Chris at last remembered. Birds settling down on their perches. However far his control might extend, Master Drax was able to make him focus. He thought back to what the man had asked, what he'd like best, responded cautiously, "I guess I like the slam, Sir." "It’s ’Master,’ boy," instructed Master Drax without malice. With slight satisfaction of the boy’s performance thus far, he sat back in the chair. The released tension in the room was a pronouncement of having done and said the right things. Having felt he answered correctly, he sat with a bit straighter spine, and said, "Sorry, Master. I liked the slam best, definitely." He was almost confident, an emotion he rarely felt. "And only a point two slam,” he said to the boy, shaking his head theatrically. “I don't know if I'd even feel that, Michael. We'll double that in a bit, maybe five, we'll see. Your name, child?" Chris became alarmed. There followed an awkward silence, while Chris contemplated what a doubled slam, or possibly more, would do to him. He would be insane, would never survive. He was terrified at the prospect, slumped again a little. "Chris," volunteered Manetti, when it was obvious there wasn't an answer coming from the boy. "Is that short for Christopher, child?" Chris' mouth felt incredibly dry but managed to reply, "Christian, Master." "Christian," he said savoring the word on his lips. "A Christian in our house, Jamal." He looked back at his servant who nodded approvingly. "We shouldn't change that a bit, should we, Michael?" Chris had trouble looking at the Master after he proposed the double slam, one so close on the heels of his first. He worried the man saw his fear, read what he thought. To try to deflect, he darted his eyes around the room. Silhouettes against the walls outlined the shadow of a massive wooden slings, a Saint Andrews cross, a fuck bench—things he’d seen in Magnum but never imagined he’d encounter in real life—an examination table with stirrups raised high, a large wooden throne with a toilet seat cutout, and a three foot high cage with an expansive padded top. He spotted a video camera pointing out the window into an air shaft. Across the air shaft he recognized Manetti's studio. Master Drax, it was obvious, had been their audience. "So besides slamming, Christian, what else did you like to do with Michael?" Master Drax played with the foreskin of his growing erection. Pulling back the skin, its head was pierced by a horseshoe P.A. that ended in two sharp points at either ends. He uncovers it to show Chris, then lets the skin fall back covering the jewelry. His erection was already the size of Chris’ forearm, from elbow to wrist. He couldn’t imagine it getting any bigger or how anyone could take being penetrated by it. Just looking at it wide eyed, obliterating any of his thoughts. He knew once again there’s a question, but words wouldn’t form in its monstrous presence. The two sharp points rose out of the foreskin as the beast begins to stand on its own. "He takes a fuck real good," Manetti chimes in to help Chris out. "He took my..." Before Manetti embellished, Chris spat out, "Eating ass. I like to eat ass." It was as if he were back in the confessional, compelled to empty his soul. Manetti chuckled, adding, "Pretty dirty ass, too, Master. Not many guys like to get in there.” "Yes," Master Drax said in a low voice. "Look, the child’s little bird is struggling in its cage. Confession frees the soul, but will not free your cock. You tiny prick is of no interest to me. Stand and turn around." Chris did as he was ordered. "Bend over. Spread your cheeks." Master Drax let out a groan. "Boy, didn’t you ever play with your hole? Boys come to me with their hole destroyed from massive toys. Yours looks like you've never touch it. How tight is he, Michael?" "Tight as fuck, Master Drax. The booty bump helped, otherwise it would have taken hours." "You were able to get in before the slam?" Manetti nodded. "Okay, kneel, boy. You, too, pig.” Both of them got to their knees. "I don't know how much this greasy pig has told you, but I own him and your brother. Depending on what happens between us tonight, I might own you, too. Do you think that you would like that, boy?" "Yes, Sir…Master. I think so." Master Drax leaned over close. The nipple rings swung reflecting light off multiple candles, entrancing Chris, who had the compulsion to reach up and touch the man's chest. He managed, though, at least for a moment, to instead look the man in his face. But as the seconds ticked by his desires won out, and his gaze fell to the temptation of the distended nipples. "You must always fall into temptation.” The boy looked up with a start. Master Drax went on, “Yes, your thoughts are easy for me to read. Your face is an open book. I will rewrite you. You like these tits? Go ahead, touch them." Chris tentatively reached up with both hands and squeezed the engorged nubs. "Would you like yours to look like these?" Chris found himself nodding. "It'll take work. We’ll start you with small nipple rings later tonight. But you’ll have to earn them. This pig here can tell you, I like grinding boys down with their darkest perversions. I like my boys hard, like I like their holes sloppy. Sit," he said to Manetti, punching him in his breast bone hard enough to make him fall backwards. "I require their holes be loose, extremely loose. Show Christian your pig hole, pig." Manetti lifted his legs, his hairy balls falling over his sizable cock, and spreads his ass cheeks for the boy to view. As he bore down he pulled his asslips apart. Soon Manetti's red rectum started exposing itself. "Push hard." Master Drax didn’t raise his voice, but his tone grew menacing: "Harder." The red rosebud pushed opened even further, protruding just outside the ring of his sphincter. Around the edges Manetti's asslips were lumps of dark red and purple ridges. Chris' bound erection was getting very extremely uncomfortable. At first a pearl of pre-cum appeared on the piss slit, Master Drax observed, but as the boy watched Manetti strain to flair out more of his rectum, puffing out into a full prolapse, more pearls appeared. Finally pre-cum began to drool from the boy's cage to wooden floor. Master Drax watched delighted. "Go on, touch it. We'll get yours like this too, eventually. Being so young, your ring will be smooth. It will be a glorious sight to behold, won't it Jamal?" "Indeed, Master," Jamal responded, running his tongue over his teeth. Chris reached over and felt the flesh. Soft, incredibly soft. He'd never felt anything so soft. As he fingered it, Manetti let out an unconscious wail. "You want to taste it, don’t you? Go ahead. Kiss it. Kiss the inside of a man’s rectum." Chris couldn't believe he wanted to kiss it. He kissed it, and after looking at Master Drax who nodded at him, he licked it and pressed his mouth against the prolapse. He went farther, licking around each red pedals, sucking each fold splayed out before him. He pinched the ring of flesh, which made Manetti flinch, and without quite knowing why pinched it harder. Manetti cried out but had been trained not to resist. Chris searched for the center as he pulled the man’s hole further apart with his fingers. He stuck a finger inside and licked around the hole before sticking his tongue deep down inside the cavern. Manetti moaned ecstatically. Chris felt like he was coming into heat again for Manetti, but their roles felt reverse. He began chewing on the prolapse, and as he did his body temperature rose and a fine sheen of sweat glazed his body, a trickle of sweat ran down his ribs. Master Drax looked enormously pleased with the boy. "Both of you, sit," commanded the Master. He sniffed the air. "Boy, is that you I smell? B.O. and piss?" "Yes, Sir," Chris said proudly, sitting straight. "Sir pissed all over me before we came. I drank his piss too. Some went in my butt." "The boy has been homeless for the last month and hasn't showered,” Manetti explained. He gave Chris a quick look of concern. He grew aware something was changing in Chris, that he was more enthusiastic than fearful. "Excellent," Master Drax said reflexively. "Christian, do you know what limitations are?" Chris nodded. "What limitations do you think you have?" Manetti protectively broke in quickly, "He doesn’t do scat or bestiality or..." Master Drax interrupted softly, slowly, but emphatically, "Did I question you what Christian’s limitations are? Whom did I asked, Michael?" Manetti knew he'd have to pay for his outburst. "You asked Christian, Master,” Manetti said, lowering his head. Chris' felt that he, at least, is in Master's good graces and wants to please him more. "No limits, Master Drax." He'd read that in one of Ben's nastier bondage magazines. Realizing he doesn't exactly know what that means, he added tentatively, "At least that's what I'd like to be." Chris saw this made Master Drax reveal his jagged smile. Jamal nodded to Chris. A split tongue like a lizard swept across Master Drax's lips as he contemplated how to start with this near-virgin boy. "Come here. Play with my nipples, child. Nothing gets me more stimulated quicker." He was in heaven. He reached up and felt the Master's chest. Sparse grey fur swirled around his nipples. The boy's hands glided over his drooping pecs. He then dared to slip a hand into the man’s hairy arm pits. He was energized, doing things unprompted he'd never thought to do. With his other hand he was pulling on his cage. There was something in the Master's gaze that egged on his libido. Almost guided him. He felt the wet body odor emanating from Master Drax's pits. He brought his fingers out and sniffed them, then put them in his mouth. "You have a real pig's tendencies, don't you boy? Manifest much earlier than your brother." He looked down at the boy's cage. "Those tendencies will be quite beneficial and financially rewarding for us both. I cater to a specialized clientele, or has Michael told you this? Some with, uh, exotic tastes. Let's free you for tonight and see where your tendencies might lead. Pig," he said to Manetti. "Get up and take his cage off and put it on you. You don't deserve an erection tonight.” Manetti rose and got the key on the table next to Master’s chair. “You don’t deserve this either, but I’ll permit you hold Christian while I rape him.” Manetti released the lock on Chris cage and his small penis started to quickly fill out. Though his own was still flaccid, he struggled to get the cage to capture his ample meat. Jamal added assistance, pinching and prodding until his balls fit inside. They struggled with metal cap to get it locked over the shaft. “Jamal,” Master Drax said to his servant. "Leave him. He'll attend to himself. Please be so kind as to prepare cocktails for these two." "Very good, Master Drax," he replied, leaving Manetti to struggle getting his pecker in the stocks. “And one for Master?” "Of course. Yes. Make them extra hearty, Jamal. Take it from the Czech inventory, not the Mexican. And mix in a bit of Ketamine with the boy’s dose. His hole will never accommodate otherwise." The Master picked up Chris leash and pointed Manetti to the large wooden sling. "In, pig. I want you to hold him as he struggles. He is too bound to you at this point. You will be an accomplice in his rape." Manetti marched over to the sling, climbed in and put his legs through the straps. Master Drax came up behind Chris, knelt behind him, nudging his legs apart. He began fondled him intensely. His hands ran over the thin chest pulling him into himself. His enormous erect blade sliced up and down Chris’ crack, inched up the small of his back till it rested between his shoulder blades, illustrating how deep he would be penetrated. The wet foreskin left a small trace of slime as it climbed each vertebrae. The man felt all the indentations along the boy’s rib cage, pinched the small nipples, grabbed the boy’s erect dick and gave it a slap. His hand dove under his crotch weighing his dangling balls with one hand and feeling his tight, wet hole with the other. It slowly dawned on Chris, far from molesting him for his own pleasure, Master Drax was more interested in assessing him as you would an animal you were about to purchase. Sure enough, the man turned the boy around, pulled down his eyelids, then pushed up his lips sticking a finger in his mouth to open his teeth. After examining inside his mouth, he slid in a second finger, then a third, finally all four and pushed them down Chris’ throat until the boy gagged and doubled over. “No. You will not gag. Open.” Four fingers again went into his mouth as far back as Master Drax’s fingers would reach. He wanted to retch but fought against it. He'd never felt anyone assess him over so thoroughly or felt so dehumanized. The glasses enlarged Master Drax's watery eyes and continued to drill into him, wordlessly inserting himself into him. He felt the man inside his head, rooting around, rummaging inside him for something; changing something here, reordering something there. Master Drax withdrew his slime-covered fingers and wearily got up. He plucked Chris’ dangling leash from the ground and gave a small tug on the chain. As Master Drax led him toward the sling, he said, "Point two, you said? A child’s portion. Are you ready for your first man-size slam? It'll open up worlds you've never imagined. Worlds that will swallow you whole. Where you'll be mine ever after. Are you willing to succumb completely to me so I can show you those worlds?" Chris was extremely agitated, but he knew better than to contradict Master Drax, much less deny him what he knew he wanted. Instead he searched for a way to temper his fear and possibly backpedal a bit. "I'm pretty high now, Sir," Chris said uncertainly. "The first slam fucked me up good. I was saying things when I was rushing, I don't know if I really wanted to do all those things. Not really." Master Drax stopped short, looked at him with tired disappointment. "My fuckhole never says 'no'." Master Drax wasn't angry but he closely examined Chris’ face. "You want me to give you your first man-size slam? I'll ask it again, this one time only." Chris looked over at Manetti for some assurance. “Don’t look at him. Look at me.” "Yes, Sir." Chris whispered. Then seeing Master Drax was still holding him in his gaze, he added firmly, "Please, yes Master Drax, slam me however much you want." "And I will.” He finished leading his boy by the leash over to the heavy wooden sling. He unclipped the collar and let it drop noisily to the ground. “Climb up on pig. That’s correct, lie with your back on his belly. I want you to feel it while you observe it." Chris awkwardly climbed up on Manetti, with Manetti giving him a little hand to secure himself in the sling. Manetti's large, broad chest easily cradled Chris on top of him. He felt Manetti’s warm fur on his back, his hairy belly tickling his tailbone. He felt him breathing slowly beneath him. Manetti starting caressing him to get him to relax. Chris melted into him with every stroke of his large hand. He, in turn, began stroking Manetti's sides for comfort. While Master Drax was taking off his chaps folding them on a table, Chris whispered to Manetti, “I didn’t mean to hurt you when I was playing with your hole.” His head tilted so he could see Manetti’s reflection in the mirror hanging above him. “I feel your heart pounding away,” Manetti said to Chris in the reflection. “You can do this, Chief. Remember how it hurt at first but then it got better and you came to like it? Am I right or am I right?” Chris nodded with a bit of an embarrassed smile. “The K is going to help relax your hole. This will be more intense but it’s the same. I promise. I'll be here the whole time.” Jamal came back with three prepared needles and a rubber tube on a tarnished silver tray as. Master Drax followed him over and wanted to know how much Jamal had allotted. Jamal held up four fingers. Chris held tightly to Manetti's side and took a deep breath. Master Drax attended to Manetti first. Chris watched in the mirror as the needle emptied into him. Manetti coughed and he realized the man was burning up, from his chest down to his groin. He felt a wet sheen of sweat instantly coat his back. His breathing was insanely rapid. But what suddenly frightened Chris was Manetti saying, barely audible, "I can take it. I'm okay. I can take it." Over and over. If doing .4 was hard on Manetti, how was he going to bear it? Master Drax said to Jamal who stood passively staring straight ahead, "I'll do myself, you do the boy." "Very good, Master," replied Jamal, breaking into a small grin. He indicated the closest syringe on the tray was for Master. He then set the tray down on a side table. Chris looked up into Jamal’s jaundiced eyes. He saw desire smoldering in them, something he would not act on unless invited. His sumptuous black skin glowed in the candlelight. There was sweat along his strong brow. He wondered if the man had tasted any of portions he had prepared. Jamal smiled at him displaying a mouth missing all its teeth. Blackened gums were now all he had in his open maw. Jamal took up the rubber tube and placed it around Chris' bicep. He felt his forearm and decided on a pronounced vein. Removing the orange cap of the last syringe, he held it at an angle to the vein. Chris noticed that the vial wasn't clear but cloudy with a touch of pink. Jamal peered directly into Chris's eyes, saying softly with his island lilt, "I make this special, an extra gift from me to you." He retracted the plunger enough to cause it to spill Chris' blood into the pink liquid, then pushed the swirling content into his vein. "I also up you to five." The servant pulled out the syringe, released the tourniquet, and held Chris’ arm up in the air. As Chris bucked within Manetti's strong grip, the servant turned Chris' arm out to licked the bead of blood where the needle had just been.

Having just turned 18 I was living with my parents and loved my x-box and gaming on-line. One night I was battle demons with a gamer when we lost and ended up trapped in the lair, the guy I was gaming with messaged me “dam, how we gonna get out of this?”, I chuckled back at him and suggested we just run for it. The tactic didn’t work and we were both killed “we need to combine resources next time to defeat them” I messaged to him, “If you were in London we could play it together” he responded. I messaged him back and told him I was in Fulham, as it turned out we were only 2 streets away from each other. He went on to tell me he was in his early 40’s and a raging homosexual, this caused me to laugh so I replied I am 18 and think I am too. I agreed to meet him at a cafe for coffee the following evening as I told him it was not a sexual meeting and he totally agreed and respected this. I ordered a latte and found a table in a quiet part of the cafe and waited, I watched several guys come in order coffee then leave. The door opened again and in walked what appeared to be a youngish guy who looked about 30 with cropped hair and designer stubble with what can only be described as kissable lips. He ordered a drink then looked around and headed towards me, “Marc?” he asked and I replied “Yes, you must be Jake?”, he smiled and sat down so I had to ask him if he really was in his 40’s and indeed he was. We chatted for a couple of hours and I agreed to come to his place Saturday afternoon so we could defeat the demons, he warned me he smokes weed and if that was a problem I said each to their own and I don’t judge people. saturday afternoon I made my way to his house and we sat on the floor in the lounge leaning up against the sofa, he had boxers and a vest on so I felt a little overdressed in shorts and t-shirt. He offered me a beer which I took and sipped it slowly as I hadn’t really done drinking plus it was quite bitter, then we got on and played our game but alas defeated again at the same point. He smoked a joint and it made me slightly dizzy just breathing in the second hand smoke but I was relaxed and comfortable with him and he certainly wasn’t a threat. My eyes kept glancing to his fully formed lips and his stubble which somehow just turned me on, I relaxed back against the sofa not realising his arm was there. He lit another joint and was sipping his beer “what? he asked, he had caught me looking at him so I casually laughed it off and then felt his arm drop over my shoulder so I snuggled in whilst he caressed my chest. I touched in stubble and ran my fans through it and as his face moved closer I touched his lips and and knew then I had to kiss them so I went in for the kill, he responded by kissing me back and lingering there he touched his lips to mine slowly moving around my mouth slightly parted and he made his move as his tongue parted my lips. I was floating as his kissing was so tender we locked to get her for 5minutes or so then pulled away and smiled, “that was nice but I think it is best we leave it at that” he said, I agreed and we clinked bottles and he relit his joint as we chatted then he excused himself. I looked at the ash tray where the joint was burning and the temptation to try was taking over me, so I picked it up and drew on the joint only to cough and splutter just as he walked in. He looked and laughed at me in a tha will teach you kind of way, he then sat back down and put his arm around me. He let me try the joint with guidance and by now I was getting paranoid and giggling at the same time, I then moved on to his lap facing him and went in for another kiss and this time he fully reciprocated. We kissed for an age then he moved me up on to the sofa and we began undressing, as I removed his boxers a beautiful long thick cock was exposed. We resumed kissing and he positioned himself in a missionary position I saw his hand move down and felt him raise his hips as he positioned his cock against my hole. By now kissing had become more sensual and erotic and I felt my arse opening at the pressure of his cock head nudging it’s way into my arse. I put up no resistance as the weed had totally relaxed me and not even thinking about condoms, I moaned loudly as the last inch buried itself in to me. There was no talking as we were lip locked and our head moved in a synchronous motion as he thrusted his hips back and forward in a steady rhythm, after some time he positioned his arm around my neck and I clasped him tightly around his neck as I felt his pace quicken. My whole body was quivering with delight as he stopped kissing me and lifted his head he grunted then shouted “ Fuck, take my seed baby” he then thrusted upward with a sharp jab as he moaned and released his seed into my body, he held me for what seemed ages and wave after wave of thrusting jabs nailed into my ass. He looked me in the eye and then kissed me lovingly as he collapsed on top with me impaled on his hard cock. He pulled out and we got dressed and played another game before I went home. An hour after being back in bedroom I felt the need to go to the toilet, I sat down passed a little wind which burnt like hell on my arse lips, when I got up I saw semen in the toilet that tinged with pink streaks, I though nothing more until a few weeks later I got a nasty flu like cold, I had heard that was one of the first signs of being infected so I took myself off to the clinic and got tested. My result came back positive which was a massive shock, I took the bold decision to confront Home so I knocked at his door, he opened the door and invited me in. As I told him that he had infected me with hiv that afternoon he smiled got me a beer and proposed a toast to the perfect gifting afternoon, I looked at him in disbelief but he moved towards me and kissed me, I woke up several hours later in his bed laying in his arms.

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?

So my last two loads were on Friday morning and Saturday evening both asst the same spot. Friday got up early to head over to Best Buy to pick up a game I preordered, but stopped by my spot on Guy R Brewer. It was a little slow at first one guy felt me up but decided he's not that interested but in walks one guy we make eye contact, he strokes his cock through his pants and I lick my lips as I head toward him. I start stroking him as his hand snakes up my shirt to my nipple and he pinches it hard that I moan. This excites him that he gets even harder. He then pinches my nip and holds it as he leads me to the booth Once inside he lets go of my nip and pulls down his pants I get to my knees as he starts face fucking me. He pulls his wet cock out of my mouth and slaps my face with it grabs my hair and pulls me up by it he tells me to take my shirt off and I do it and he works on the other nipple pinching and squeezing it till it's erect and sore he ordered me to drop my pants and I do. He spins me around and grabs both nipples as I feel his hard cock between my cheeks. He lets go of my nipples forces me to bend over and spits on my ass as He slides his cock somewhat painfully into my ass. He's pumping furiously in my ass as I moan from pleasure and pain. All the while telling me to shut up after all this what I wanted. He pulls out tells me to kneel in front of him and He goes back to fucking my face and then cums in my mouth. I swallow it all as he looks at me smiles and pays my head and says good bitch. He pulls up his pants and walks out of the booth leaving on the floor practically naked but he was right. It was what I wanted.

This is a true story of my 3 days at MAL ( Mid Atlantic Leather Conference ) it's held in Washington DC. I will be here with my BF and some good friends to watch out for me or to pimp me out.. The event is a hotel take over and thousands attend as the 2 hotels across the street are also being used for MAL. Friday We arrive at the train station witch is 3 blocks away from the hotel so we walk over. At the hotel it's always WOW with all the hot men around and so open about what they are there for. There is vending down stairs so after we get into our rooms we hook up with some friends and head down to the vendors as I need to get some leather for my brother who can't attend as they have become strict now , as I attended when after I turned 19 now you have to be 21 so my brother has a 4 year wait. I'm getting my brother a leather harness and some ass less chaps as after he saw mine he wanted them. We are both the same size and they will have to be fitted as we are both small frame and they have to be custom made for him. I can feel eyes all over me as I'm in just a jock strap and my leather harness and some are bumping me a lot and getting a feel. Walking around 2 guys ask me if I Top and give me their room numbers and the time his door will be open, they look hot and why not. I tell me BF and he is going with me so they will be happy , what I did not tell them that I have P.A. We get to the first one and I say does he mine is my BF joins in he say YES and we show him we both have P.A. and the look on his face was priceless. I guess we were the first ones to fuck as his hole was dry so my BF just spit and went for it. We are both 8 inches but I'm thicker and wile my BF is fucking I'm behind my BF kissing his neck and squeezing his nipples , he drops a really nice load and it's my turn and now it's a nice cummy hole.What I really like about MAL 99% come here with a clean hole as I power fuck this bottom who is a real slut as we look around and 3 more guys are here. After we leave and head to the second and we get a nice surprise and see the one who gave us the room number is here but he wants to do this boy who is 21 and with a really nice Twink body, we go right to work and you want to talk about fresh meet this is it. He is so fresh and innocent as we attack him like wolves and see he has been PNP for wile. We both drop loads an hour ago and we blow another load into this boy. We found out later he took a total of 10 loads that night. When you see a door open it's an invite to come in and see what is going on as it was not on our plan we go in and see this older man with a hood on on his knees on the bed so my BF says lets give him a nice fuck. Someone has already given his a few loads as he has a few loads and he has a real man cunt that is so easy to fuck and louse. As me BF finishes he turns around still with the hood and suck cleans his dick off and does the same to me after I fuck him , before we left we took a magic marker and put our marks on him. We want to the lobby and hung out with some friends till 3am and then went back to our room. Saturday I want to go to the Puppy Mosh pit and it starts at 11:00 as I really need more sleep for later but I love to live out the puppy in me.I put my puppy hoof on and my puppy butt plug tail in , the pit is packed and with a nice crowd watching , my handler is my BF. In the pit we act just a puppy would sniffing chasing after a toy and just having a great time. It ends after 13:00 so we going walking around the vending area and see the Fort Troff area they have these large dongs that feel just like a real dick and they have fuck machine they will all fit on. At 17:00 I have a date with G and this is the high lite of the whole weekend for me as when I was 19, G was the first one to get his fist into me. G is now 70 but for fisting he is so hot as his hand is like magic and so takes his time to open you up. When I get to the room everything is all set up , the sling , his home made lube to relax my hole. The first thing we talk about how things are going and I tell him about my brother and he smiles and says maybe one day I can break his fisting cherry. He takes my arm as he is old school he uses a leather belt finds a nice vain and gives me a big slam , as I recover he puts me into the sling and starts to go to work. He is laughing as my hole is so open and relax after a wile he starts to punch fist me as I inhale the poppers he has. The lube G uses is so slick as he is going deeper that ever before. Soon he says take deep breath as the pressure in a bit much and then it's over and he tells me his elbow is all the way in as I look at the mirror. G is twisting his arm in me and it's shear pleasure and when G pulls out till his elbow is out and then back in and out a few times. When G pulls all the way out the lube is running out as I head to the bathroom and into the shower and G joins me as I get on my knees and give him a nice blow job and suck down every drop of cum out of his dick. He calls my BF and says that he is finished with me and to come and get me, G says you now have a party to go to across the street and for me to give me another slam and make it heavy.When my BF shows up all I have on is a jock strap and a slave chain collar with a lock. It's FUCKING COLD OUT SIDE as we cross the street and up the block and into the side door of the hotel, they have coat for me and into the elevator we go. The door opens and the shades are not drawn and you can see the Capital Building in the window , there are no lights on and the only lights in the room is from the T.V. . I do see 6 men tall men and as my BF leaves give him a call when they are finished with me. The first thing they do is rip off my jock strap and throw me on the bed , all I see is 6 BBC as one puts his face in my hole and says he is ready and the first one goes right in and yes he is hung but I'm glad I was just fisted and he is power fucking me as fast as he can as the others are feeding me their dicks in my mouth , rubbing my body and pinching my nipples. When he cums it's a WOW load so thick and creamy as the second one starts to fuck me as I clean off the dick that just gave me a really nice fuck. The other 4 fuck like champs and I'm really enjoying this as they also have slammed me a few times. The last one did something that I have never seen he had his dick and fucking mr for close to one hour , having my legs over my head spread wide and his dick pile driving me for so long as the cum from others is just coming out and flying all over. When he is finished I turn to work his dick over wile someone face is on my hole and soon he is fisting me with just using the cum as lube. They all are taking turns on my hole either fisting me or licking my hole. I spent 10 hours in the room and I have never been so used so much in my life. They called my BF and tell him to bring some clothes as they shove whats left of my jock strap in my mouth. When I get back to the hotel room and take a shower , when I get out my BF takes a look at my hole and says this hole has been wrecked as it's so swollen and ask if it is hurting , I say I'm so tired I don't care as I see the bed and crash.

Just got back from an anon motel party. Took a few cocks and loads, biggest one was 11" black dick. My hole is fucking gaping right now.

Peter was quiet the rest of the night and most of the day. We both took a rest of getting fucked so we could be ready for the cops tonight. Most of the day we just laid out by the pool in the hot sun, soaking up the rays and enjoying the water. I did get Peter to laugh a bit, sadly it was my own expense. As the sun fell behind the mountains, we went into the hotel room to pre-pare for the night festivities. I was in the shower, wand up my hole when I heard Peter yell from out side the door: “Is my dick tiny” “What” I said back acting like I couldn’t hear him “Is my dick tiny” “Fuck Peter is that still an issue” I said, “No dumb ass it’s not tiny. He only said that to show dominance over you” “You think” “I know” I said smiling, “now put that out of your mind and get ready for tonight” “Okay” he said I was hoping that this put the “tiny dick” issue to rest once and for all. Time flew by and we were soon out in the car, driving through Palm Springs, windows down and a warm breeze flowing in. I lifted my ass and pulled off my shorts. I was now naked from the waist down, with just shoes on my feet with a tank covering my upper body. Peter’s eyes got big seeing me so open. “Ready for anything” I said, “plus no one could see in” Peter stopped at a red light and did the same, exposing his cock. I reached over and gave it a light stroke, causing it to instantly get hard. Once we were moving again, I undid my seat belt and leaned over, taking Peter’s cock into my mouth. He turned down a darken road and slowed down. “That’s it fucker, suck my big cock” he said. I slid my lips further down his shaft until my nose was in his hairy crotch. I held his cock in my throat. He put one arm on the back of my head and held it there. “Car” I pulled off just a little to breath as I watched the inside of the car light up. I heard the car slow and then stop. “Fuck buddy, his mouth any good” “Hot and wet, but his ass is better” Peter said, sliding his finger along my crack and around my hole. “Follow me” the stranger said, “I know a place” Still on Peter’s hard cock, which now was leaking pre-cum, we followed the stranger’s car. We soon parked in a dark area, hidden from any roads and passing traffic. “Stay on my cock and don’t look up” Peter ordered I heard a door slam, then my door open. I felt hands on my ass, rubbing and exploring my hole. The finger stabbed at my hole, causing a bit of pain. “Condom or bareback” the stranger asked. “Your choice” Peter said, “But you should know he’s a chaser” At that point my ass was pulled closer to the opening of the door. I repositioned myself to where I was on my knees, but my face was still in Peter’s crotch, cock sliding in and out of my hole. The stranger spit on my hole. I jumped a little when it hit, but it wasn’t long until I felt his cock head pushing at my hole. I pushed my hole out and felt the head pop in. The stranger slid his cock into my with one push, driving it deep into my hole. “Fuuucccckkk” he said as his cock hit bottom. In no time he was pulling out and driving back in, in long deep strokes. I could feel his veiny cock shaft slide against my hole as it moved back and forth into and out of my fuck hole. I moaned, dropping Peter’s cock out of my mouth. “Fuck that cock feels good” I said. He was picking up speed, pulling out fast and then driving in faster and harder. I shifted my weight to my arms and hands, bracing myself when he drove into my hole. Peter was holding his cock at the base and slowly squeezing it. I started to lick the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum oozing from his piss slit. There was a quick sound of a siren and then the flashing of red lights, lighting up the car and everything around, drowning out the darkness. The man fucking me quickly pulled out, leaving me open and empty. “What the fuck is going on here” a voice said. “Officer I can explain” the stranger who was fucking me said. “I know what I saw faggot” the officer said, “I saw you with your cock up his ass” Peter was trying to find his shorts that were somewhere on the floor, he was panicking. I just stayed the way I was, face in his crotch and ass at the door. “Please Officer” “Please what” “Please let me go” the man pleaded “Did you finish?” “What” “Did you finish, you know pump a load up his fuck hole,” the cop asked, “In other words, did you breed this faggot” I recognized the voice and slide my mouth over Peter’s cock slowly sucking it down. He was surprised that I was doing this and was fighting me. “No Sir” “Well, then drop your shorts, get that cock hard and fuck that faggot until you breed him” I think the man was a bit shocked, but I soon felt his fingers on my hole again. He pushed them in and out, fingering my hole. I wanted to look but still wanted this fuck to be completely anon. “Nice cock” the cop said. He soon was forcing his cock into my hole again, sliding in deep. “That’s it, long dick that faggot’s ass” The man was pumping his cock in and out at a fast pace, as if he was trying to cum as fast as he could. “Slow down buddy, enjoy that fuck hole” the cop said. “Yes sir” the man said. His thrusts slowed, but he was still long dicking my fuck hole. “Bet he’s a death seeking faggot” the cop said. “Yeah, the driver said he was a chaser” “All faggots are” “I got a high viral load of poz cum to give him” “Sounds like an attempted murder is in progress” “Soon fucker,” the man fucking me said, “so very soon” My cock was now hard as a rock and bouncing with each thrust of the cock inside my hole. Pre-cum was oozing out and puddling on the seat between my legs. The stranger had grabbed my hips and was fucking me harder and faster. “Do it fucker, shoot that toxic load of seed up his faggot hole” the cop said loudly “Oh fuck here it comes” the stranger yelled. He slammed his cock deep in my hole, as I felt it pulse and shoot. I could feel the cum shoot out and hit the walls of my hole. “Fill him up” the cop said. “Damn I needed that” the stranger said. “Good, now pull your cock out, get your shorts up and get the fuck out of here before I charge you with a crime” the cop said. I don’t think 30 seconds had past before the man drove off. “Now what the fuck am I going to do with the two of you” the cop said. “Fuck us like you did last night” I replied quickly with out thinking. “Partner and I are off duty in about an hour, here’s our address” he said tossing a card at me, “be there in two hours” “Sounds like a fuck fest to me” I said. The cop got in his car and pulled away, red light slowly fading leaving us in the dark. Peter’s cock was still hard standing straight up. Looking straight in his eyes, I said: “Get the fuck out and fuck a load in my hole” Peter quickly got out and ran around the front of the car, cock bouncing the whole time. I felt his wet tongue licking my hole as his hands spread open my ass cheeks. I moaned loudly as he flicked his tongue in and out of my hole. “Fuck” he said, “the man’s load is leaking out and taste fucking great” “Swallow those swimming sperms” Peter sucked hard against my hole as his tongue opened it up. He soon pulled off my hole and positioned his cock head against it. Grabbing my hips tight he rammed his cock into my hole, driving balls deep in one thrust. “Fuck Peter, take it easy, your cock is pumped up thick” “Sorry babe, just so turned on” He was pumping his cock in and out faster and faster. I could feel his balls bouncing against my own. Peter’s cock was thickening and getting harder with each thrust. “Can’t hold it back much longer babe” he said. “Cum in me, breed me, infect me” I said loudly. He rammed in and his cum exploded in my hole. His breathing was very fast and his grip on my hips were beginning to hurt. His nails were driving into my skin, deep and sharply. I was a bit afraid he was going to pass out. But he soon released his grip and popped out of my hole. As he moved around of the front of the car, back towards the driver side, his plump cock was still drooling cum from the piss slit. “I fucking needed that” he said climbing in. I bent over and wrapped my lips around that spent cock, sucking and licking the cum from it, moaning as I did. “We have some time to kill before going to the cop’s house, what do you want to do” “Get you some cum up your hole Peter” I replied.

Friday in the woods Another guys cock slid in my whole, so stretched from the buttplug I couldn’t fight him off. The guy I was sucking grab my head and held his cock all the way down my throat cutting off my air. I began to panic when he pulled out, a bottle off poppers appeared under my nose and without meaning to I inhale deeply. My head was spinning as the latest cock throbbed in my how. “Fuck yeah slut take those poz babies. Fuck boy get him over the trunk” I was manhandled around and pushed of the trunk of a fallen trunk of a fallen tree. During the brief time I was upright I saw at least 6 men, all of them older and with their cock out and grinning, looking like you stereotypical to catch a predator. Poppers were shoved under my nose while another cock slammed in my making me gasp, my head was held and I breathed in, my mind spinning. Another troll moved around front and a cock was in my mouth and tasted so good. The flavors of piss and sweat ran over my tongue as precum oozed out of it. Looking I saw a wiry grey bush, raising my eyes up a guy that could be my grandfather leered down. His thin hand held the popper bottle to my nose again. Making eye contact he nodded slowly and I knew my role. Breathing hits I bobbed on his cock as he chuckled. “Cunt is open for all cummers now, lets make sure he gets every drop of our poz cum” Tears formed at my eyes as another troll easily slid in my wrecked hole the cum dripping down my balls I fell into a state of bliss and sensation as the filthy men used me from both ends, and the poppers made my head swim. I barely had the thought of how I got to this point before it was chased away as the next cock throbbed in my mouth and I swallow his bitter sperm, looking eagerly to the next guy not caring about anything but getting more cock and cum in me.

Friday evening After waking up for the second time that day I felt sore, used and confused, I was now divorce with some sex workers poz load in my ass. My head swum at what that mean, I couldn’t even digest what was going on in my life it was all just too much to handle at once. It was around 6 pm when the fog cleared enough in my head to think of anything to do, the first thing that popped in was the mundane task of getting the mail. Simple enough thing and easily done….small steps I guess. I opened my front door and there was another supplement delivery form next door, this time with a note. “Ran into your ex as we were leaving, sorry to hear neighbor. Mixed these up figure you might want to just get a run in and clear your mind. Let us know if we can help” There were a total of six bottle altogether and this time they were a much darker yellow brownish tinge, I wonder if they made them extra strength knowing I need a boost. Forgetting about the mail I grab the gift and went inside putting 5 in the fridge and, thinking that a run sound like a good idea started drinking one. Gah these must be stronger they tasted a lot more acrid, the pleasant warmth filled my belly and I went upstairs to put on my running gear. Once I had my blank jock and tank top on I grabbed my big butt plug and worked it in my hole. Didn’t want cum leaking down my leg on a trail. Then stepped in my shorts and shoes. I know they said only drink one and these were made stronger it seems but with the day I was having I grabbed a second one from the fridge and quick chugged it. And just like that I was off. I took the same way that Tom and Mike and shown me the other day, my wind was really good and soon sweat was dripping of my body and my tank was soaked. Those water bottles really did the trick though, between the running and the supplements my mind was clearing up, letting me focus just on my running and movement, of course this also meant the movement of the plug in my ass which felt amazing as it was worked around. Working my way through the woods I followed the same trail as before and found my way over to the highschool. There I did some stretches and then some pushups and squats just for some muscle work. Having drank two bottle I started to feel like I had to piss so turned around and started back down the path. It was about 7 at this time and the sun was still up but on the horizon heading towards night. Jogging along the urge to piss for more and more urgent, not helped any by the plug in my hole. I was about half way through the woods when I noticed an off shoot and decided to chance it and take a quick piss. I slowed to a walked and walked the meandering path in a bit. It came to what looked like a bit of a clearing, I quickly pulled my short down ad bit and fished my cock out. Took awhile to get a stream going as I was half hard but once it started damn that felt good, man I must had had to go more than I thought I was pissing for a good minute when I heard a noise behind me. Startled I turned and saw an older guy come through the trail. He was maybe like 50s decent shaped dressed similar to mem he looked down at my pissing cock and then back up and me and winked. With that he went a bit away from me and started to piss as well. Fuck that was close , thank god he was just int eh same spot as I was. Unfortunately his appearance my my cock go hard again and I had to strain to get my flow started. Suddenly I jumped as I felt his hot breath on my ear “Need help with that?” Without a word or asking his hand reached around and grabbed my cock, instinct and my inner slut took over as moaned and leaned into his body. He smelled of sweat from running and it was like poppers, I moaned as he worked my shaft and his mouth nibbled on my ear. “Haven’t seen you in here before, you must be new. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Would you like that? Want Daddy to take care of you Son” “Oh yes please” I gaped breathlessly as his hand worked me slowly making me writhe against him, his other hand reached down the waist band on my shorts cupping my and agoign to my hole. “Fuck what do we have here, must be my lucky day. Bend over boy” His tone made me do as he said and without a thought in my head I bent forward. He pull my shorts all the way down showing my ass and the handle of the plug. “MMmmmmm jackpot, fucking slut bottom boy running with a plug in his ass. We are going to have some fun. Stay just like that boy.” He backed away a bit and I turned to see him taking a pic with his cam and typing into his phone, I started to straighten up and he was on me, turned me around and slapped me hard across the face. I saw stars and before I could regain my composure he pushed me to the ground and whipped his cock out. “Suck that cock slut boy” His cock wasn’t that big but it was uncut, sticking out of a silvered bush. My mouth watered and I stuck my tongue out and licked under the foreskin tasting his sweat, piss and precum. I moaned around his cock and began to take more and more of it into me. My Daddy threw his head back and lifted his arms showing dense pit fur. I hint of humiliation hit me as I realized I was still hairless from the neck down. I heard a rustling coming from the trail and Daddy just looked down and smiled at me. Through the break in the trees came two younger guys about college age, they looked similar enough that they must be brothers. “Glad you could join me, look what I found sons” My eyes grew big as it hit me, these were this guys kids and he had texted them to help in using me. The short of the two came around back and lifted me up still bent over blowing his father. He grabbed the plug and pulled it out in one quick motion . My muffled scream not stopping anything as the first son shoved his cock in my hole and started fucking me. Being young he didn’t last one and grunted adding more cum to my ass. He pulled out and his brother took his place, his cock was thick and a moaned as it hit my prostate making my own cock leak into my jock. At this point his father started to speed up the abuse of my mouth and I could hear his breathing picking up. His son redoubled his effort and the two flooded me at the same time. The father’s cum was sweet and I gobbled it down as I fell the older son fill my hole with a second load. “Good job boys should be fun for the rest. Lets go” Spent I dropped to my knees as the three put themselves back together. My hole felt empty and I grabbed the buttplug and started working it back in my hole. It felt so good I started fucking my hole with it bouncing on it sweat dripping form me , my eye glazed over I watch as the three left the clearing. I sat back down on my heels wondering what to do when I heard someone approach again. The guy that came through the clearing was about my age but very much not a runner. He wasn’t fat but not in great shape. He leered at me and smiled, grabbing his crotch. My mouth watered and I zeroed in on it as he unzipped and pulled out a decent sized dick and walked it over to me. Without thinking I started sucking, wanting more cum needing to get more in me. A bottle of poppers was placed at my nose and I took a big hit, then another, then another. Y head swam as I sucked harder and hard. The guy moaned and thrust his cock dripping precum in my mouth. Hands again grabbed my ass and lifted me. Someone else must have come into the clearing. I felt the plug pulled from my ass, my tank was pulled from me and the plug was place in that on the ground. A cock lined up and shove in me. It felt great, sliding in my worn hole I moaned around the cock in my mouth as the man shot his cum. It was bitter and watery but I swallowed it down. He stepped away and was replaced by another cock. I no longer noticed the guys just the cock. I was in a daze, I felt horrid and dirty thinking of sucking all these dicks without knowing the guy, without being attracted to them. The guy using my mouth had a belly that would hit my forehead with each thrust. The guy in my ass grunted and I felt his cum added to my hole. At this point I stood up and needed a breather. The light was fading but I could make out a couple more guys, no one I would have picked up at the bar. A hand came around my chest and the bottle was placed to my nose. I heard the command breathe……and I did. The bottle was held there as I inhaled forcing me to take hit after hit, my head swam and my breathing increased. “There you go, that’s the ticket now bend back over and let us finish shooting our dirty loads in that hole. You know you want it slut boy “ I leaned over and grabbed my ankle as another cock entered me. A sigh escaped my lips and the rocking continued. The slapping fo their flesh against my ass. Working the loads deep in me. Tears formed at my eyes as the man grunted cumming in me and slapped my ass hard “Who wants to knock this cunt up next”………..

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. ***

Does anyone else ever get cravings for sex with certain types and or race of men? Like today I just cannot stop thinking about a nice hung black man doing me! WTH???

Going to the doctor is a pain in the ass, but when your doc blocks the renewal of your Truvada script, he has you by the short hairs. I booked the last appointment of the day to minimize the time off work. When I arrived, the waiting room was packed out. I stood out like a sore thumb, dressed in my suit. Most of the guys were casual, wearing jeans or shorts. Given the time of day, I guessed most of the guys weren't working, particularly as my doc has a large infectious disease practice. Some of them were clearly long-term poz, showing a little wasting and or a lot of vascularity. So fucking sexy! Soon I was brought to a room, and shortly thereafter Doctor Woods came in and gave me a warm hug. It's great having a doctor close to my own age, and so sexy too. I've been going to Brad for several years, and we have a great doctor / patient relationship. We're both early 30's and keep ourselves fit. From time to time I see Brad and his boyfriend at the gym and out at the clubs. They are both tall and lean, and surprisingly vascular from exercise. Having seen both Doc Woods and his boyfriend in the showers at the gym, I knew he has a sweet uncut cock, just like mine, and his boyfriend is cut and has huge low-hangers. Both of them are also quite gifted, swinging big packages. "Rik! Dude! It's been six months since your last appointment! To stay on Truvada, I need to see you every six months." "Yeah, sorry, I've been busy with work and just didn't make the time...." He looked in my eyes and held the gaze for a while to make his point, and said "Go ahead and take everything off except for your underwear, and then up on the table." He asked the usual health history questions you might expect as he was feeling around my neck and then listening to my heart and lungs. His hand grabbed on to my pec as he listened to my back. He gave my tit a little squeeze and then gave a little tweak on my nip... which made my cock spring to attention. He made some notes and then asked, "I'm going to assume you've been sexually active, right?" He gave me a big smile, because he knew that I was testing just how good Truvada really is. "Yep, I'm breeding and seeding. Always looking for holes and poles." "I don't doubt it; your reputation is firmly intact. Once a slut, always a slut! (He's called me a slut in the locker room at the gym, so this isn't anything new!) “Go ahead and lay down and turn on your side. I'll do a rectal swab and check your prostate." I slid my underwear off, then turned to my left side. Dr Woods lightly touched me under my leg saying "Bring your knees up towards your chest." Then he brought a rectal swab and a specimen container over to the table, commenting "The lube is cold, sorry." With that, his gloved finger slid inside me. And... I was totally boned at the feeling of his finger probing my hole. He had done it several times over the years, but each time I find it completely hot. As his finger felt-up my prostate he shot a few more comments to me: "It feels like this hot hole is seeing a lot of action. There was almost no resistance to my finger." "I've had a fist or two up there, and I always enjoy having a hot top breed me to keep me in practice." "You do have hot ass... and interesting choice of word. 'Breed'. Do you know whether or not you've taken any poz loads?" "Yeah, I imagine I have. But most guys are undetectable these days. I don't even ask anymore." "Yeah ... a cum dump. You haven't had a guy tell you he just gave you a poz load?" "Not often enough!" "Yeah, a lot of my patients get off on that. You get off on taking toxic loads?" His continued rubbing of my prostate and working my hole was making me crazy. This wasn't the conversation I imagined I'd be having with my doctor. "Doc, you better take it easy there, you got me close!" "I don't think I heard an answer to my question." "Oh god ... yes ... yeah, I get off on toxic loads ... fuck I'm going to cum!" With that, he inserted a couple more fingers up my hole, and with the other he put the specimen cup over my uncut cock. "Cum in the cup, stud." I had one of the biggest orgasms I've had in a while. I did my best to get my load inside the cup, but I made a mess everywhere. "Nicely done, stud. Just relax for a minute and I'll do your rectal swab." I felt him swabbing my hole and then heard it go into its receptacle. He placed the uncovered specimen jar on the counter. "Take a minute to pull yourself together. Here's a couple paper towels, clean yourself off. Don't worry about the mess. Leave your shirt off. Teddy is going to come in and draw some blood. I'll be back before you leave, I need to consult with another doctor about something." I dressed and moved over to the chair. The exam table had cum everywhere ... and some dripping down the wall. I guessed Teddy would be tasked with dealing with the mess. I've known Teddy for years. He's a hairy 5'8" Italian fireplug that I've fucked with over the years at the baths. He's one of those guys who has a a 5:00 o’clock shadow at 10:00 AM. Back in the day, he would be described as a Castro Clone, sporting brown hair and bushy mustache. Way before seeing him at Doctor Wood's office, when we met up at the sex club, he worshipped my muscular arms and pecs before we'd get down to breeding. Now he gets to perv out over my veiny arms during a blood draw. I'm got low body fat, so giving blood is no big deal. I've got veins for days. The standard routine is I lay my arm out for him to find a vein, and he lightly traces his fingers up and down my arm, while telling me hot sexy it is. When Teddy arrived, he stepped into the room, closed the door, and walked over to me giving me a quick kiss, saying, "Hey sexy!" Being about 6" taller than him, I'm at a perfect height for him to latch onto a nip and let him suck it to being fully hard. If I hadn't just cum, I would have been aching to fuck him right there. Teddy broke the daydream and asked, "We're doing the usual HIV labs, right?" I replied "No, Teddy, I'm neg and on Truvada." He said, "Oh, sorry. Most guys that come here are poz. My mistake." I said, "Don't sweat it, it's not a big deal." Teddy replied, "Good, by the way, I converted six months ago and would love a chance to breed you. I'm nice and toxic," he said with salacious smile. I pulled him close to my chest and whispered, "I'd love your poz load." He whispered back, "Believe me, I'd like to give it to you." Once again my cock was as hard as a rock. After Teddy drew up some vials of blood, he gathered the swab and blood vials and said "The doctor will be with you in a minute," leaving the door open as he left the room. I saw there shirtless, and noticed several patients who passed through the hallway gave me a good glance. While I wanted to tweak my nips to give them something to look at, I held off. Dr. Woods then arrived and closed the door, "I think I felt something on your prostate ... kinda like a couple bumps. I'd like to be safe and make sure it's nothing important. I've made an appointment for you with Dr. Grant. I want you to see him for an ultrasound, no other urologist. Also, I need you off Truvada for the time being." "You gotta be kidding me! Is that really necessary?" "You're whining. Just do it." At the checkout desk, I got my referral card for Dr. Grant. The appointment was two weeks away! Holy fuck, how the hell was I supposed to stay off Truvada for that long? It was the longest two weeks of my fucking life. Sure, I got to breed some hot hole, and got my hole fisted by a couple guys, but it wasn't like getting fucked and taking a load. I hit up some of my undetectable poz buds who I know are good about their meds so that I could get their loads. The day of my appointment with Dr. Grant, I had the day off, so I got a quick workout at the gym done before I drove to the appointment. He's in the same building as Dr. Woods, just one floor up. After brief delay in the waiting room, I was called into the back area. A hot, young Hispanic nurse had me take off my clothes, put on a robe, then lock my stuff in the locker. He looked like he just barely got out of high school. I wanted to pull him into the dressing room and fuck him senseless. He was at least six-foot-tall and had exceptionally beautiful caramel skin. He was absolutely gorgeous. The hottie was waiting when I came out of the dressing room and took me to an exam room. "The doctor will see you shortly," he said with a smile and disappeared. The door to the exam room opened and in walked Dr. Grant ... who, it turned out, was Dr. Wood's boyfriend. Standing in front of me was the stud with a brick shithouse body who, for years, I've seen naked. And he looked good enough to eat. He was wearing a lab coat over a form-fitting polo shirt and his pecs were straining against the fabric. It was an amazing vision. I was glad I was sitting on the exam table because the robe hid my growing hard-on. If he wasn't quick, there would be a big precum wet spot growing. I extended my hand and said, "Justin, I didn't know you were a doctor as well! "Yeah, it's easier having a partner that understands the demands of the job. It's great to see you, hot stuff! Brad called me when you were in his office and he told me you have an issue that both of us can help you with." "Yeah, he said there were some bumps on my prostate and I should have them looked at." "And the Truvada?" he asked, "Have you complied with his direction?" "Yes, I have." "Great," he said as he removed his lab coat, which meant I got to appreciate his beautiful body. Some tufts of hair poked above the neck of his shirt, which suggested both his arms and his beautiful pecs were covered with fur. "Okay, I need to check your prostate health to make sure everything is okay. Go ahead and lay back on the table, turn your side and we'll get a look." With my cock rock hard, Justin went about with the ultrasound. He showed me the ultrasound probe that would be going up my asshole, explaining the procedure won't take long. In short order, he rubbed some lube on my hole, then inserted two, then three fingers inside my anus, rubbing them in and out, just like Brad had done two weeks earlier. I remember feeling a slight sting, possibly from a fingernail, but the subtle pressure he was applying to my prostate had turned into pleasure, so my attention was re-directed. I do remember being slightly surprised he wasn't wearing any gloves, but figured that was his business. "Feels awesome doc ... I've needed some action back there." "Good, I'm going to insert the ultrasound probe. It's a little bit bigger, but I'm sure you'll take it like a champ." Justin pulled out his fingers and inserted the ultrasound device. He moved in slow movements in and around my hole. His eyes were focused on the monitor, one hand was managing the probe, but the other hand was draped over my abs inching towards my fully engorged cock. After a couple minutes, Justin untied the gown and pushed it off me, fully exposing my body to him. With the probe still inside me, all I could do was enjoy the experience of him working my hole. He continued to to explore both my ass and also smeared the precum around the head of my cock and foreskin. He was driving me crazy. He withdrew the probe and said, "I have something else that would make your hole feel nice. Just lie still." I heard him strip off his shirt and remove his pants. He felt around my lubed up hole, which he spread onto his cock. "I think you'll like this probe better." Still on my side, he easily slid his big cock inside my hole from behind and started slowly fucking me. After a few minutes, he pulled out and said, "Stand up, I want to feel your whole body." I turned to face this amazing stud, with buzzed pubes and huge cock... and a big biohazard tattoo right above his cock. His cock was a little messy with lube a little blood, but everything else was perfect. In a sex club, I would have sucked that cock clean. He asked, "What turns you on more, my fat cock or my biohazard tattoo?" "They both do." He smiled, "One before the other, so back up onto the table and let me back inside that sweet hole." I put my hand on his chest and asked, "You undetectable? Because you know I'm off Truvada." “Yeah, that's just the thing. We had you stop Truvada for a reason. Brad and I both know that you get off on taking all kinds of loads, and we'd like the opportunity to share our DNA to poz you. We converted about a year ago and don't take meds. We're working on converting several more hot guys, and we hope you'll join our conversion club.” "You know this is kinda fucked up, right? I’m probably not protected!" "Rik, look at your cock. You haven't stopped precumming since you got a look at my biohazard tattoo. Get a feel of my low-hangers and tell me you don't want me to fill your hole with a hot load." I reached out and grabbed his huge nuts, and he just moaned. I gave them a squeeze and a tug, and his poz precum oozed on my hand. Actually, he was precumming like crazy as well. I thought my cock gushed precum, but his was drooling. He probably already spread his poison all inside me. "You join our conversion club and you will go on the adventure of a lifetime. Brad and I really want you in with us in breeding the hottest guys." I needed a minute to think about this, but his biohazard tattoo was calling to me. I squatted down to run my fingers over it and to absorb what it meant to him … and what it might mean for me. I was compelled to lick it and suck his tattoo, as if that alone would make a difference. Having a tattoo like that would be sexy as hell. Justin brought me to my feet and backed me up to the table, then bent down to suck on my nips. How could he know that's the fastest way to make me lose control? In no time he was nursing on my tits while I was flat on my back on the table. I was in ecstasy having this infected stud wanting to breed my hole. I lifted my legs to let Justin into my neg hole so he could poz me. Getting his load was just too hot to deny. I could figure out the rest with Dr. Woods later if I change my mind. He said, "Put my cock in your hole and show me what you want." I reached out and grabbed his hard cock and rubbed it up and down my gaping ass slit. His eyes rolled back and he had a satisfied grin on his face. "Yeah, stud. You will love our virus. We'll change your life in ways you can't imagine." I let go of his cock and wrapped my legs around his sexy ass to pull him into me. "Oh yeah ... We've wanted to breed you for a very long time. We've seen you at the gym and always thought you would be an excellent hole to breed and seed. Ever since we converted, you have been on the top of our list to infect." This was so fucking erotic, having this amazing man wanting to fuck his poisonous load inside me. I was happy to take Truvada and stay neg, but having the opportunity to get bred like this is amazing. Justin started his fucking easy, but it wasn't long before he really pounded my hole, doing his best to attack from several angles. "Oh man, your cock feels great … just as good as I hoped it would.” He threw he head back and said, "Fuck dude, here comes my nasty load right inside your hole!" My hole was gaping and abused, and he looked like he just ran a marathon. After keeping his infected cock in my ass for as long as possible, he slowly pulled out. He grabbed a pillow to put under my ass. "Just let that toxic load marinate inside you. Let the infection take hold." “…nfection take hold .…” It took a minute to set in. After having spent years trying to avoid HIV, I had willingly agreed to seroconvert. He cleaned up his cock, pulled on his jock, and picked-up the intercom saying "Mateo, please let Dr Woods know he's needed here. And then please join us in the exam room."

First sorry for my spelling I am dyslexic.... Hi there, I have a story that may turn to reality to write here to see what you think. I'm in a gay marrige where I am top and my partner is bottom but this is a bit hard on me as I am bottom to. So over the last 3 years we have been looking and found a top to take control over both of us. My partner is to remaine my slave but I must submit to our Master and use my slave as ordered. This has been going very well, the main control our Master has control of when and how we both cum and fuck. Just this last week Master imposed 12 days of chastity and we have had much talk about dirty raw fucking. Both me and my partner have agreed that raw is the only way we will be fucked and as all three of us have tested Neg twice in the last year this has no problem with this. We have for a long time also talked about being fucked by others raw even with the risk of poz conversion. We all find this very hot and have acceped that the chance of becomming poz and this is a chance ether of us are willing to take. Then the other day Master talked to me saying that from now on I am not to be allowed to fuck my slave with an thing other than a dildo. my replay was "Yes Sir no problem Sir" as it should be. I also said "Sir may I please speak freely and ask if you would like to share your plains?" We chatted about things and over time he had noted my interest in being cuckold and not allowed to cum unless being fucked by our Master and also that my partner should be the lowest of the low. I also have said that I would like to see my slave being fucked by others as rough as they like. Master told me that he had desided to make that real for me but under one condishon "Sir what is that?" He will be pimped out to any guy Master wishes and that will!!! include poz guys and dirty guy with other STD's so I have to sit buy while my love is treated in the most dirty ways and I will only ever be fucked by Master who said he will only fuck me to keep us from from bugs. So what do you all think?

I wish I could get pregnant from getting fucked. I love the idea.

Have you ever been in Berlin? or i guess in every big city now. There is more and more young guys who get the prep and are willing to get filled. I'm 23 yo and already a cumpig but some are younger than me and even more trash.

Very interesting ... reading your posts, there is an undercurrent to this. The dynamic between the 3 of you will not be as easy as you portray BUT if it's what you all want, DO IT! Just remember, even in the lifestyle, there is choice. I love my BB bottoms.

I met guy a few years ago, I was 22 years old. I was separated from my firt boyfriend and when I saw him the first time, I loved his behaviour, he was dominant, masucline and really possessive like I love. The first time he fucked me he asked me before if I was neg, I said yes and showed him my recent test, because we was on my appartment. He fucked me during hours, very good. During 4 monthes he initiates me to submission and slavery. I spoke with him about my desire to be fucked by severals tops, and he always said me that I could forget because he hated that. I accepted that, but one day I met my first boyfriend in a bar and .... we was to his appartment and fucked together.... When I saw my boyfriend, I told him what I did, he was so furious and said me it was finished. He didn't accept my excuses. One week later, he phoned me and said me that we could speak together. He said me that he could understand because of my age and he spoke me about my fantasy and he asked me if I was always ok. I didn't understand this proposition, I tought he wanted to speak about us but no, he just wanted to speak about this fantasy. I was surprised, but I said, ok, it's what I want. He said ok, I know 2 guys who want to fuck you, if I phone them, they can come. I asked him if I knew them, he said me no he met them before meeting me and when he did a lot of date and sex. I said ok, but I'm not prepared. He said me, it's not important they are pig. He phoned them, and 2 guys cames 1 hour later. During this hour, my exboyfriend didn't fuck me, but he fingered and fisted me, and then he attached me and spanked me. When the 2 guys came, he put me a mask on my face. I didn't see nothing. The two guys entered, one of them said :"good slut" and spanked me with a belt, the second spanked me too. My boyfriend said me that he will detach me ans that I must put me in doggystyle. I did that, and he put off the mask and I could see that I was in front of a dick. The guy was about 50 years old, and I sucked him. I tried to see the another, but the first guy took me the head and put me my mouth on his dick. So I sucked him and the another fucked me. I wanted to know if he put a condom, but I couldn't. He continue fucking me and he cum. The second fucked me too, he cum. I couldn't see him, because after cuming, the 2 guys left, and my ex, said another guy will come. I was very excited, but I asked for the condom and if they was safe. My ex said "don't worry about that, be confidence in me". In french : "T'inquiète, fais moi confiance". He attached me another time on the bed, and when I saw the guy entering in the bedroom, I recognized a friend of my exboyfriend. He was tested poz 3 weeks ago. I asked him to put condom, he said me "don't worry". In french :"T'inquiète". My hole was large now by the fist, and two guys before, I was really excited. My exboyfriend fingered me, and this guy fucked me, I couldn't see them, I was very excited. He cum ... in my ass without condom and my exboyfriend said me that 3 pozzed men fucked me ... After the excitation, I was crying. He said me he wanted to break me like I break his heart. I was so unhappy... went to his hospital. Sometimes I regret not accept this seroconvertion .... because this time in other time I could be poz. So now I'm thinking a lot of about that because now it's more like a fantasy, it's a desire.

OK so tried to go back and write more to this story and i know i didnt have it go for two weeks but really can't figure out anywhere else this story should go. I am working on some other stuff. I love the feed back and the loads ive made you all shoot, feel free to post pics love cum. but i am working on a new story and there are still other storiesi have written if you haven't read them. Thanks for all the positive feedback now go take 5 poppers his and edge that cock ya filthy animals

I took a big step on my journey to becoming a no load refused cum dump. I was traveling for work in Louisville, Kentucky. Finding myself horny as fuck, I started working all the sources: craigslist, grindr, scruff, growlr a4a, backpage, etc. I wanted to get fucked raw. I'm not new to barebacking, but I had always asked status before and had never (to my knowledge) taken a poz load. Anyhow, a hot cute bear on growlr hit me up. We went back and forth for a bit, and eventually agreed I would await him in my dark hotel room, he would walk-in, anonymous, breed my hole and go. While waiting for him, I get stoned out of my mind imagining the fuck session, so when little hotness walked in I was already dripping. He was 5'10", muscled with a belly, full beard and buzzed head, and as he approached me, I got off the bed, went to my knees, awaiting his cock. He presented me with a beautiful shaved 7" cock with the perfect thickness. As a bonus he was uncut. He brought the brand of poppers l like, so we poppered-up (poppers and weed are a great combo) and I went to town sucking his cock. After a few minutes he had me lay on the bed and he knelt behind me, lifted my ass, and ate my hole for several minutes, after which he shoved his beautiful cock in my cunt. No rubber and no talk of status. He pumped away, and before long I sensed he would blow his load in a minute or two so I asked "We never talked about your status. I want you to whisper in my ear as you shoot your load"! With that, and a big squeeze of my ass ring I feel his cock pulsate as he shout his load deep in my hole. With the third thrust he muttered "Take that poz load, you cum dump bitch." Squeezing my hole as tightly as I could, I shot my load. He stayed in and, after a few more minutes of pounding, shot another load deep in right after his first load. After he withdrew I sucked him off, all the while each of us sniffing that brown bottle. He also played with my nips, pinching them and edging my cock. To my surprise his cock again hardened and he was able to fuck me again, this time looking deep in my eyes the whole time as he reminded me I was a cum whore. It was 2 hours of bliss. I can't wait to go back to Louisville for a recharge.

My dream set up! So damn lucky, I wish I could get two BBc to breed me.

Got 2 loads last night from my regular DL black fucker. Literally have never seen his face, makes me wait ass up door unlocked, only seen his silhouette of his muscled body and felt his big uncut cock in my ass. Tells me he fucks my pussy just like he fucks his girlfriend's. He's planning on bringing another DL nigga buddy of his to use my pussy next time. OINK

I'm still not sure how this happened? I'm an older guy. I'm a definite whore. But I have a belly and I'm far from my prime. Still, occasionally something like this happens and I'm wondering how in the world it could happen to me at my time of life? A few days ago, I was in London. I was on the Underground train. Coming back to my hotel from the West End of London around the evening commute time. The trains were quite full. I got on and took the only vacant seat in that car. It was directly across from a very, very tall, slender black man in his mid 40's. He was reading the evening newspaper. I could only see part of his face over the newspaper that he held. But what I noticed first were his unbelievably long fingers. His fingers were at least twice the length of mine. For some reason, those long, long, long, slender fingers were really a turn on to me. Then I took a look down at his shoes. Holy Shit! Monster sized feet. His newspaper was covering his crotch, so I couldn't see any signs of a bulge, but his huge feet and hands had me lusting after him. He glanced up from his newspaper to see me checking him out. He gave me a smile as he caught me. Then he lowered one of his hands from the newspaper and rubbed his crotch a bit. I could make out a sizable bulge in his black, business suit slacks. I'm sure I was blushing a bit at being caught by him. But he didn't seem to mind. We got to the Victoria Station Underground and a huge number of people got off the train. I then moved over to take the seat next to him, that had been vacated. As I sat next to him, he gave me another warm smile. "How's it going", he asked? "Good, thanks", I replied. "American. Your accent gives you away", he laughed. "Yes. And I'd like to apologize for our asshole President", I joked. He laughed loudly and gave me a broad smile. "I saw you looking at my paper. Want to look at part of my paper? Or do you want to look at anything else?", he said with a wink and again quickly rubbed his crotch, just a bit. "I'll take a look at anything you want to show me", I said with a smile. "Where are you headed?" he asked. "Back to my hotel at the next stop", I replied. "Hmmm........ Want some company for a bit?" he asked. "I'd love it", I replied. We soon pulled up to the station that I needed to get off. He followed me out the train car and up the steps to the station. Once we were outside and on the sidewalk, strolling to the hotel, we began to chat some small talk. Where I'm from? What brings me to London? Why I come there so much? Etc. My hotel was just around the corner from the Underground Station, so we were quickly riding up the lift to my floor. Once inside the door he grabbed me and pushed me to my knees. Taking the back of my head, he pulled me to his crotch. "This what you want, Queer boy?" "Mmmmm Hmmmm....." was all I could mutter with his crotch pressed hard against my face. He walked around me to the bed. He sat down and kicked off his shoes. Then stood and dropped his pants. Tossing them into the corner. He wasted no time in taking off his shirt and underwear. He was soon standing there, naked, except for his black socks, stroking his now growing cock. OMG! My inclination was right. His cock, now only just partially hard was HUGE! Like his fingers, his cock was long and slender. Right now, it appeared to be about 9"s. And it was still growing. I quickly stripped off my own clothes and grabbed the lube and poppers that I had sitting on the desk. I dropped to my knees. I'm not particularly a "foot guy", but I found his extra long fingers to be a turn on, I wanted to see his toes and bare feet as well. I pulled both his socks off. Indeed, his toes were long. His huge feet and toes were such a turn on I took one foot to my mouth and licked this toes and the underside of his foot. He loved me behaving like a sub, worshiping my black God. I licked and sucked every one of his toes. "Faggot likes to worship black guys? Huh?" "Yes, sir", I said as I licked the balls of his giant foot. He had been stroking his cock. It had grown even longer and thicker as I looked up to his cock. "Suck me, Faggot. I know you want my black dick". I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck, lick and worship this black beauty. He had a long, loose foreskin covering his cock head. I sucked on his foreskin. He loved that. I took as much as I could down my throat. I sucked on his smooth, low hanging balls. Then he lifted his legs and showed me his beautiful, puckered black asshole. I dove for it and lapped my tongue on it as he moaned. I slid my tongue into his musky hole. Licking the insides of it. He's now really moaning and grinding his ass on my face. "Show me your ass, Faggot". I climbed up on the bed and knelt on the edge. I raised my ass and spread my cheeks to show him my white pussy hole. He spit on my ass and slapped his now rock hard cock on my hole. He spit a few more times on my hole and pushed the spit up into my hole with one of his long fingers. Then he put his big cock to my hole and spit on his cock a few times. I was sniffing poppers, like crazy. I wanted to be able to take his long, slender cock up inside me in one quick thrust. And that's exactly what he did. He pressed his cock to my hole and slammed into me in one, fast and smooth thrust. All of a sudden he was balls deep into me. I could feel his cock, buried deep inside me, pressing against my gut. I continued to sniff poppers as he now began to quickly slam into me. He was showing no mercy as his cock repeatedly assaulted my ass. He'd pull his cockhead all the way out of me, then slam all the way back into me. His tall, black frame slamming against my ass. The bed was slamming against the wall. I was grunting and begging him to fuck me. He was mostly silent, except for the occasional grunt or gasping for air as he repeatedly slammed into me. It didn't take more than 5 or 6 minutes before I felt him slam all the way into me and hold it there. He was silent, but I could feel his cock pulsating as he emptied his balls in my ass. Then as he quickly pulled from me, he let out a grunt. I turned and climbed off the bed, falling to my knees as I took his monster cock in my mouth and cleaned his cock of cum. "I've got to go. Wife and kids are waiting for me at home", he said, as he quickly began to dress. I grabbed the notepad and pen, next to the phone, and wrote my first name, email address, kik address and WhatsApp number on the paper and handed it to him. I wanted to make sure he had all the options to be able to reach me. "I come to London often. You can fuck me anytime I'm here", I said. "I fuck guys occasionally. Not very often. But, I was horny and needed to get off. That was a hot fuck. Yeah, I'd fuck you again", he said as he headed for my door. Then he quickly left my room. Letting the door slam shut behind him. A few hours later, he sent me a text on WhatsApp. "Here's my number. Let me know when you're back in town. I'm extremely DL. So, I'm trusting you to be discrete. But, I'd be up for fucking again". So glad to have his number, so I can let him know when I'm back in town. I'll never turn down the opportunity for a bbc like his.

I can’t help but recognize, I’m a special type of freak. Yes, by nature I was born a vers Freak. Do love me some good ass, but the reality is, while I love being a good bottom, I care more about the top dumping his dick cream in me than the actual fuck. There are times, I enjoy a long digging out, but the reality is, I’d rather take 6 loads in 1 hour vs a long 1 hour fuck with one load at the end. The reality is, that’s why I love bookstores and dark rooms and theatres and Freak parks. More top visit those seedy places with the need to do one thing, cum. In the years I’ve been fucking, I’ve taken more loads in bookstores and theatres and I fucking love it. The thrill of a horny top, ready to pop, knowing you giving up some ass, no fuss, no games, sends me into overdrive when he accepts. Then, he feels you hole for wetness, spits and slides in. It’s a quick and fast fuck, your favorite kind. You beg him to nutt in you, knowing that will turn him on even more, but the reality is, you know anyone listening knows you are a true cumdump. When he cums in you and you hole takes over milking him dry.. it’s like an out of body experience. Like when the next guy enters, rock hard and dick twice as big, you whimper as you turn your cummy hole to him. He covers your mouth with one hand and you relax your puss hole, ready for the onslaught. This one talks loud and nasty letting all know he owns your hole for that moment and you let him, hitting poppers and letting your hole milk his dick. When he cums in you, slamming you up against the wall, you let him, pushing your ass out more to get that nutt as deep as possible. That moment he tells you to shut up and take dick, you don’t make a sound.. when he says moan like a bitch, you develope sound you didn’t you know you could make. Anything to get him to cum in you, to satisfy that inner hunger, but the reality is, you want his nutt in you, so you can go find the next Dude to cum in you. The reality is, I fucking love being a cumdump.

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

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."

I used to live in DC and hit MAL several times and had a great time. Reading your story reminds me of why I loved going to MAL, I need to plan for 2019 MAL.

My dad and brother were the first men to breed me, they never wore condoms, so I never questioned it. Since I thought bareback was normal, I was surprised when a guy said he wanted to use one. I laughed and said dude I am not going to get pregnant. He was the first one to tell me about HIV in the mid-80s. I told him 100s of guys fucked me without a condom over the years so he might as well too.

Part 31 - Used and Dumped? Aaron had been spending most of his non-work time at Nick’s apartment. It had started simply enough with him fucking Nick a few times a day and had morphed into them flip fucking every time. His ass was sore and people at work had commented that he always looked tired. He wasn’t complaining since he loved being around and in Nick. His gut had a bad feeling that it would all end soon when Nick got what he wanted. Half of him wanted Nick to be poz and half wanted things to stay as they were. Another thing was bugging him - the time it was taking for Nick to get sick. He kept thinking about his own conversion and the timing. The hookup in the ABS with the guy that told him he was giving him AIDS was too close to when he got sick and then tested for him to have been the one. Who then? When he got off work, Aaron sat in his car thinking and picked up his phone and sent off a text message. It simply said “Are you poz?” He set the phone down and started driving back to Nick’s place. Mark was laying on the couch surfing for a hookup. Eric had been busy with work projects, so Mark was fulfilling his need for sex with hookups. His phone buzzed and he picked it up. He read the message and got a knot in his stomach. He hadn’t heard from Aaron since the day he found out he was poz. He had gotten updates from Joe and was happy that things seemed to be going well for Aaron. He wasn’t sure how he should respond to Aaron’s question. Should he be truthful? Apologetic? Lie? Maybe he should just ignore it or blacklist his number. He wasn’t sure it was the right thing to say, but he replied “yes.” There was a long pause since Mark had sent his reply. He started to get worried. Once Aaron got to Nick’s apartment he read the message from Mark and smiled. Aaron: did u know u were poz? Mark: yes Aaron: did u want to poz me? Mark: no Aaron: just fuk? Mark: just bj but got too horny Aaron: why no condom? Mark: didn’t have any & never use em Aaron: regret pozzing me? Once again, Mark wasn’t sure how to respond. He hadn’t regretted pozzing anyone but this might have been the exception. Finally Mark sent back “sorry.” Aaron quickly replied “don’t be sorry. very glad it happened now. I’ve met a lot of great people and learned so much. May have found a bf too.” Mark wasn’t sure what to say next and was a little confused. He called Aaron to make sure he was really serious. Aaron laughed and said “I was fuckin scared when I got sick. That other guy really got to me. Now, I don’t even know if he really was poz or had AIDS.” Mark replied “Well, you said you had bare sex with a few guys the weekend I was there. It might have been one of them.” Aaron chuckled and said “I just sucked those guys. I didn’t want you to think that I never got fucked. You were only the fourth guy to fuck me in my life and it had been a few months since the last guy and the other two were in high school. ” “Oh fuck. There goes my excuse. I guess it was me. I really felt guilty after I got home. I even told my brother that I was” Mark said meekly. Aaron smiled seeing that he had the upper hand. “When I got sick and then went to the clinic I wanted to kill the guy that pozzed me. I even thought about killing myself. But you were there and you helped me. And the guys and staff that I met at the clinic helped too. I’ve been having fun with some of the guys, I have a bunch of new friends and have had some amazing sex. Now that I know that I’m not going to die right away and have this special power, I’ve never been so happy.” Mark thought a moment and decided he might as well let Aaron know everything. He then asked “Who were these guys you met at the clinic?” Aaron laughed “Just some sickos that were trying to get pozzed. They’re really nice guys though. I told you about Dennis. He talked to me a lot. Joe and Kyle helped me too. Their roommate Steven was kind of quiet but he helped me get over my fears. I’m really glad I met them.” “Aaron, I need to confess. Joe is my brother. He’s the one I went to see that weekend I visited. And when you called all freaked out, I asked him to be there to make sure you were ok when you got your results. He was already planning on going to the clinic that day, I just asked him to be there when you said you were going.” Mark said. “What? You set me up with them?” Aaron asked. “No, you met them by chance the first day. He told me he met a guy that sounded like you at the clinic and I just asked him to watch over you at the clinic when you got your results and make sure you were ok. I didn’t ask him or his friends to do anything else. Joe said he and his friends really liked you after you met them the first day. They got really concerned when you went back for the results and passed out.” “Oh, ok. I really thought they were my friends” Aaron said. “I know they are. And its not just about sex. They care about you. I’ve gotten several messages keeping me up to date on how you were and a couple weeks ago Joe said that he thought you were going to be ok and for me not to worry” Mark replied. “Well, I haven’t talked with any of them the past week or so. I’ve been busy with a guy that Joe introduced me to. Well, more than that. We had fuck party to poz the guy up. It was one of the guys I went to high school with and had a crush on but I thought he was straight. He’s the guy I mentioned about maybe being my boyfriend. “I didn’t try to trick you Aaron, I just thought it would be less creepy if you didn’t know that Joe was my brother” Mark explained. “I hope it works out with this guy, but remember first relationships rarely last - gay or straight. Enjoy your time together and try to be friends if it doesn’t work out.” “Ok, Mark. Thanks for being honest with me now. I’m at Nick’s place and I have to go. Bye” said Aaron. “Take care and please keep in touch, Aaron. Bye” Mark answered. Aaron hung up the phone and walked up the stairs and into the apartment. Laying on the couch was Nick, shivering and covered with a blanket. He looked pale and moaned in pain. Aaron remembered when he got sick and it wasn’t nearly as bad as Nick looked. Nick looked at him and forced a grin on his face. “Thanks bud, I think it finally happened.” “Damn, Nick, you look bad. What do you need?” Aaron said. “Your cock. Fuck me one more time” replied Nick. Aaron’s heart sank. Did he really mean it? Just one more fuck and he was to just leave? Never to be together again? Were his fears really happening? He tried to hold back the tears as he said “I don’t think thats a good idea, Nick. But what do you mean?” Nick looked up and couldn’t figure out why Aaron was playing hard to get for the first time since they’d started fucking. “Just fuck me and give me another poz load.” Aaron started to sob and finally blurted out “if you just want me around until you’re poz then I should just leave now. I thought we had something more, but if all you want is poz cum then there are lots of other guys that can give it to you.” He walked back to the bedroom and bathroom and quickly collected his clothes and the things that he had left in the apartment. When he walked back in the living room he saw Nick leaning against the door, blocking the way. “Please don’t go. I didn’t mean it that way. All I wanted was to be with you while I changed from being a neg guy to poz. We’ll be two poz guys together after this is over. I’ve never been closer to anyone than you. I don’t want it to end.” Aaron dropped his stuff and hugged Nick, ashamed that he let his emotions get the better of him. Aaron was holding Nick upright and Nick’s strength was fading fast. Aaron helped him back into the bedroom and put him into bed. Aaron took his clothes off and climbed in next to Nick and was in-between his legs. Nick was like a rag doll, but they both needed this fuck. Nick faded in and out of consciousness as Aaron drilled his cock into the scorching heat of Nick’s fevered body. His cock pumped several shots of diseased semen into Nick’s gut. They both fell sound asleep, holding each other tight. Aaron spent the next few days nursing Nick back to health even taking time off work since he didn’t want to leave Nick alone. Joe’s escort phone buzzed with a message. When he got out of class, he read the message from Ric. “Thanks for last sunday. mom pissed about tat, earrings. ppl at school all love it. met some new guys. fukd 3. found out friend from grade school has had crush on me for 5 yrs. u r right about figuring out who is interested. surprised how many. fem guy been hitting on me today.” Joe smiled and tapped out a response “yw. good to hear u r ok and doing good. ur mom will be ok after she gets used to it and sees u r happy. u interested in gs friend? keep fuckin. have fun. let me kno how it goes” He got a reply back quickly from Ric “she already sees change in me. much happier. gs guy wants 2 date. I want to fk around. will do.” Joe grinned and was happy to hear from Ric and he wondered what was going to happen when he converts. — A few days later Joe was studying and heard someone banging on their apartment door. He looked through the peephole and saw Aaron. He opened the door and Aaron burst in. “You fucker! You’re Mark’s brother and you never told me. You knew what he and I did and never said a word. What the fuck?” “Oh, jeez, Aaron. Calm down. We met before Mark even knew. Yeah, Mark asked me to be at the clinic to make sure you were ok when you found out if you were poz or not. Thats all he asked me to do. He was worried about you. The rest of it was genuine. We all thought you were a cool guy and now you’re almost like a brother to us.” Joe hugged Aaron and stayed there holding him for a few minutes letting him cool down. Finally Aaron sobbed “Really? You’re just not saying it?” “No, of course not. We’ve gone through some stuff that have bound us together. I care about you. Kyle does too. I know Dennis does too” Joe reassured Aaron. “How is Nick doing? I heard he was pretty sick.” “Yeah, he was pretty bad. I’m glad I wasn’t that sick. He didn’t end up in the hospital like Jeff, at least.” Aaron said before adding “I guess he’s feeling better since he’s trying to figure out who to breed first.” Joe laughed and said “I remember being like that. You were a lot saner than we were.” “No I wasn’t. I was scared. You guys chased and knew what was going to happen. I was just Mark’s victim. But it worked out. I met you guys. I met Nick. I stopped being scared of being gay and then scared of being poz. Sorry I yelled at you earlier. I just felt like you guys set me up” Aaron said. Joe hugged Aaron again, but this time he kissed him. As the kiss turned passionate, Aaron’s hands roamed over Joe’s body as Joe groped Aaron. Soon, Aaron pulled Joe’s shirt off and had his hands inside Joe’s shorts, grasping his cock and feeling it stiffen in his hand. Joe was sliding his hand down the back of Aaron’s jeans and fingered his hole. Aaron whispered in Joe’s ear “I need that cock inside me. The last pierced cock I had was your brother’s when he was pozzing me up. I loved how it felt inside me.” Aaron pulled Joe’s shorts off and moved over to the couch, unbuttoning his jeans as he walked. He pushed them down as he knelt on the couch. Joe was right behind him and grabbed the poppers and lube off the table next to the couch. Aaron took a hit of poppers while Joe lubed his cock up and teased Aaron’s hole with his piercing. Slowly Joe pushed his cock against the tight pucker until he felt it start to enter Aaron. Aaron moaned “Oh god yeah. I love how that feels. I like Mark’s ring better, its bigger.” Joe thrust his cock in deeper and Aaron gasped. Each stroke punched deeper into Aaron’s tight hole. He hadn’t been fucked since Nick had gotten sick and he really needed it. Aaron was still a bottom at heart and while he thought he had become a very good top, he still loved feeling a guy fuck him. Joe moved closer to Aaron and pushed his chest against Aaron’s back as he fucked. He wrapped his arms around Aaron’s chest and his head rested on Aaron’s shoulder. Joe quietly spoke into Aaron’s ear “You know we really are brothers. Mark pozzed both of us. All the other guys took loads from several guys, but Mark is the only one to breed us poz.” Joe’s cock pummeled Aaron’s hole, slamming in while his arms held Aaron tight. “Fuck me Joe, breed my ass like only a brother can do” Aaron begged. Aaron was milking Joe’s cock as he fucked and Joe was close when Aaron clamped down on his cock when it was deep inside him. Joe’s cock spewed shot after shot of tainted seed into Aaron and both felt his hole fill with cum. Joe’s cock had stopped shooting and his cock was softening, but Joe still held Aaron tight. After a few minutes, Joe finally released Aaron and they both sat down on the couch. “Oh, shit. I hope I didn’t ruin things between you and Nick. You’re not cheating on him, are you?” Joe asked. Aaron chuckled. “No. We have been doing a lot of talking while Nick has been sick and we decided it had to be an open relationship. We’re both too horny and love fucking other guys. As long as we don’t neglect the other, we can fuck whoever we want. Oh, and I’m moving in with him at the first of the year.” “Congrats Aaron. That’s great news. That’s how Kyle and I do it. I love him but I need other cocks and asses. Since I escort, it kind of forced it that way. Its been working out great, but Kyle tells me when I haven’t spent enough time with him. Don’t be afraid of telling Nick the same thing” Joe said. Aaron got dressed and kissed Joe. “Next time, I get your ass” Aaron said as he walked out the door. — Joe was chatting back and forth with an escort prospect and got another message from Ric. It had been four days since he last heard from him. He read the message “Dave, I’m scared. woke up sweating last nite. sore throat, body hurts. fever. am I gonna die?” Joe sent back a message “no, but u r prob converting. watch ur temp. drink fluids. see doc if temp too high. txt me at least every day or when u have questions” The messages kept coming over the next six days. Joe got updates telling him what his fever was and what had changed - the rashes that showed up, the aches, the swollen glands. His mom and dad watched over him and wanted to take him to the doctor, but he refused. He was out of school for just over a week and when he returned, two of his new gay friends cornered him asking about the flu he had. They both asked if he thought he had gotten infected and Ric just played it cool saying no, it was just the flu, nothing else. One guy, Jason, Ric had fucked several times in the past week since they had met. Jason visited him several times while he was out sick and realized that no one else caught the flu Ric had. He thought he knew what was going on and the thought of taking a possibly infected load of cum from Ric turned him on. He had been getting fucked by three other guys, but he stopped seeing them and kept close with Ric. Two days after Jason went back to school Jason asked Ric to come by his house after school and they could have some time alone until his parents got home from work. Ric and Jason made out in his bedroom and talked about things that Ric had missed when he was out sick. Ric seemed reluctant to fuck Jason, which was different than all the other times they had gotten together. Jason finally forced the issue and unbuttoned Ric’s jeans and started to suck his cock. Ric had been trying to be celibate for a week or two until he could get to the clinic and find out for sure if he was now poz. But his willpower to avoid sex melted away as Jason sucked his cock. Jason was an experienced cocksucker and soon had Ric’s hormones raging. Ric’s next thought was to only cum from the blowjob and the likelihood of him infecting Jason would be low. Jason had other plans. Jason worked his pants down while he sucked. Ric’s eyes were closed as he enjoyed Jason’s oral attention to his cock. Jason now only had his tee shirt and socks on and his cock was as hard as it had ever been. He spit on his fingers and then used them to wet his hole. In one swift move, he stopped sucking and climbed on top of Ric, positioning his wet cock on his hole. He took a deep breath and and forced himself down on Ric’s cock as Ric yelled out “No!!!” Ric’s cock ripped into Jason’s cunt and he tried not to scream as the pain spread through his body. He needed to be fucked since it had been almost two weeks since the last time, and Ric had become the guy that satisfied his sexual needs best. With Ric’s cock deep in his gut and his body no longer spasming from the sudden invasion, he started to ride Ric. Ric kept trying to throw him off, but just made the fuck that much harder. Jason had all the leverage and soon was taking the full length of Ric’s thick cock. Each thrust hurt and he knew he probably had numerous tiny tears in the walls of his rectum, but it excited him even more. Ric stopped trying to get Jason off his cock and watched Jason fuck himself on his stiff shaft. He felt like he was being raped and wondered if a top could be raped by a bottom. His reticence to the fuck faded fast and he enjoyed what might be his first fuck as a poz guy. Jason rode him hard and was trying everything he knew to get Ric to blow his load inside him. With his ass milking Ric’s cock, one hand pinching Ric’s nipple and the other rubbing his taint and pushing into his hole, Ric couldn’t wait any longer. Ric reached up and grabbed Jason’s arms and pulled him down so his cock was as deep inside Jason as it would go and started shooting his cum deep within him. Neither knew what Ric’s status was, but it didn’t matter anymore as the deed had been done. Ric didn’t remember Jason shooting his load all over his chest and face, nor how many shots of seed he had planted inside Jason. It seemed like his cock had shot hundreds of times and was still hard. Jason leaned forward and kissed Ric. Neither one said anything about the potential that Jason had just been infected but they both knew it and were both excited about the prospect. Jason pulled off of Ric’s still half-hard cock and licked up all of the cum that was on Ric’s body and face. They ran through the shower quickly before Jason’s family got back home and Ric headed back to his house for dinner. While he walked home, his mind was filled with thoughts about what he had just done. Maybe he shouldn’t wait to go up to the clinic. Maybe he should take Jason with him and they could give him something so he didn’t get infected. Jason was the one that wanted it though. Maybe he wanted to be infected. His parents noticed that Ric was distracted all through dinner, but didn’t say anything. Ric studied most of the evening and then went to bed. Ric had been sleeping but awoke sweating again. It was getting better but still worried him. He was just about to doze off again and he heard his door open. He glanced at the alarm clock and it said 1:30 AM. His dad walked in and went over to the bed. Frank leaned down and kissed his son on the forehead. “Are you awake?” Frank asked quietly. “Yeah, I just woke up” Ric whispered. “Can you fuck me like the last time?” Frank asked. “I don’t have condoms, dad. Dave thinks I’m poz now” Ric replied, still whispering. “I don’t care and it may not matter. I can’t stop thinking of when you and him fucked me and I need to feel it again” Frank said. A smile came over Ric and he sat up in bed, his cock getting hard as he thought about it. “Get on your knees next to the bed” Ric said as he got up and pulled his shorts off. Frank’s arms and chest were on the top of the mattress and he spread his legs giving access to his hairy ass. Ric spit on Frank’s hole and then on his hand, rubbing the saliva around his now stiff cock. Ric pushed, but Frank’s ass was closed tight. He then pushed his index finger into his father’s hole and felt it yield and he pushed his finger in further. He fucked with his finger like he remembered Dave had done with him and then worked a second finger in. He tried to remember how Dave had moved his fingers - twisting and pushing in and out - and mimicked those with his dad’s hole. When he felt that it was loose enough, he tried again with his cock. This time, Ric’s cock was able to enter the tight ring. It didn’t go in easy, but he added more spit and pushed in harder. “I need to get some of that lube that Jason had” Ric thought. Ric worked his cock deeper and deeper, rocking his hips and he heard his dad moan. Once he had gotten almost all the way in and was bumping into his dad’s inner ring, Ric began to fuck with longer strokes. He tried to be quiet so his mom wouldn’t hear them and walk in and find him fucking his dad. Frank quickly acclimated to the girth of his son’s cock deep inside his manpussy. When it hurt he bit into the bed sheets, but mostly moaned and enjoyed the feeling of his son’s sizable cock fucking him. Between Frank getting used to the thickness of Ric’s cock and the large amounts of precum that Ric was leaking, Ric could now start thrusting in hard into his father. Frank responded by using his ass muscles and milking Ric’s cock. Ric looked at the clock and saw it now said 2:12. He knew he had to finish soon and he wanted to cum, but didn’t want to poz his father. His breathing got labored and his thrusts got erratic and he was about to pull out and shoot his cum on his dad’s back when his dad turned his head and whispered back “Cum inside me son. Give me that seed.” Ric always got aroused when he heard a bottom tell him to cum inside but to hear his father say it hit him hard. In less than a second he was pumping his seed deep inside Frank. Several ropes of probably toxic seed coated Frank’s guts. Ric stood there as his body shook from the orgasm and his balls emptied into his dad. Ric leaned forward and whispered in his dad’s ear “Thanks.” “No, thank you, Ric” Frank said. Ric then whispered “stay right there” and pulled his semi-hard cock out and moved over and pulled the plug Dave had gotten him out and went over to Frank who was still on his knees next to the bed. Ric pushed the plug into his father’s ass and then sat down on the bed. Frank looked up at Ric, smiling. He moved over and licked Ric’s cock and balls clean, tasting his son’s cum for the first time. Ric fucked and bred Jason and his dad over the next week. Monday morning Frank walked up to Ric at the breakfast table and handed him the keys to the car. “You should go up to the clinic Dave told you about after school today. I told your mom you’re picking up a few things for me and will be home late today. Just go up there, get tested and come back, OK?” Frank told Ric. “Ok, dad.” During lunch he sent a message to Dave and said “Going to get tested today” but didn’t hear anything back. He checked his phone again between his next class and there was a reply from Dave “Good. what time?” He sent back “abt 4.” Ric walked up to the building and looked at the sign - Jones Sexual Health Clinic. He took a deep breath and walked into the clinic and looked around, thinking that Dave might be there to help him but he didn’t see Dave among the dozen or so people in the waiting room. He had never been nervous going to the doctor, but this time was different. He re-read the info Dave had given him and went up to check in. The receptionist told him that first he had to fill out some forms - “Please be honest, we don’t share this information with anyone other than the staff who see you” he told Ric. Ric turned around and found a chair to sit in and fill out the forms. He was surprised about the personal information that they asked and was embarrassed to tell them about the amount of sex he had. He took the forms back and the receptionist said to have a seat and it would probably be about twenty minutes. He kept scanning the room looking for Dave to show up and finally decided that Dave wasn’t interested in seeing Ric again since he did what he was hired to do a few weeks ago and was just being polite by answering his text messages. He was surprised at the guys that he saw in the waiting room. Many seemed to be about his age. Some acted very effeminate and some were jocks and others just regular guys. There was an older guy that looked like he was in construction and another older guy in a suit. His cock twitched as he checked them all out and he chuckled to himself when he realized he wouldn’t mind fucking with every one of them. The nurse came out and called “Ric.” He started to get up and realized he had put his full name down on the forms. He sat back down and looked to see who else got up. No one did and when the nurse called out “Ric” again, he got up and went to the nurse. He gave his full name to the nurse and she assured him that he was who she was asking for. He followed her to the exam room and got weighed, his temperature and blood pressure taken and told to wait. The doctor came in and went over his forms, smiling and saying “You seem to have a pretty big sexual appetite there.” He asked about his recent flu and for all of his symptoms. The doctor then examined him thoroughly. He enjoyed feeling the doctor’s finger in his ass and the swab in his cock less so. The doctor told him that the next step was to take a blood sample and he should come back on Wednesday or Thursday to get the results. “Can’t I get them over the phone?” Ric asked. “No, we prefer to have patients here when we give that kind of information out. Some people don’t deal with the news well and we want to be able to help them through it if the results cause them stress” the doctor explained. “OK” Ric said. The doctor escorted him down to the waiting area for the blood test. There were two other guys already waiting and he sat down in the next empty chair. The guy next to him looked to be a few years younger than him and still had peach fuzz on his face. Ric could sense that he was even more nervous than Ric was. “Is this your first time too?” asked Ric. “Yeah” the boy said after several seconds. “Nothing to worry about” said the guy first in line and then said “They’re good. I never feel any pain when they take blood here. Been getting tested every three months since I was your age.” The door opened and a tall middle eastern guy in his mid-thirties walked out “See you in a month, Tyler.” Finally Ric got his turn and went in to get his blood drawn. Ric walked in the room and closed the door. Ric was surprised by the guy in the lab coat who was going to take his blood. He was really sexy and looked like he should be modeling expensive clothes, not taking blood in a clinic. “Hi, you’re Ricardo or Ric?” Tyler asked. “Yeah” I am. How does everyone know my nickname?” Ric asked. “Its a pretty common nickname” Tyler said before asking “I do have a question for you thats not normal procedure. Do you have any tattoos?” Ric was surprised at the question, but this was the first doctor visit since he got his tattoo. “Yeah I do. I just got it a few weeks ago. Is it going to affect the blood test?” “No, not at all. May I see it?” Tyler asked innocently. “Uh, ok” Ric said with a puzzled look on his face. He pulled his shirt off over his head and revealed the tattoo on his chest. Tyler looked it over and smiled. “Very nice work. Most guys your age get small, crappy random tattoos or flash tattoos where thousands of other guys have the same one. You can leave your shirt off while I draw blood, it gives me something nice to look at while we fill the vials.” Ric snickered and said “OK” and laid out his arm. Tyler took four vials of blood and then told Ric he could put his shirt back on. “We’re running a bit behind on getting blood work done, so can you come back on Thursday for the results?” Tyler asked. “Uh, sure” Ric replied as he tucked his shirt back into his jeans. “Good. It’s better if you make an appointment with the receptionist. One more thing” Tyler said as he put the labels on the blood vials. “Dave asked me to tell you that he’s sorry he couldn’t make it today. He was a little tied up. But he will be here on Thursday if you come at the same time.” Ric grinned and realized thats why they knew his nickname. He went back to the lobby and made the appointment. As he walked towards the door, the boy that was next to him to get his blood test was sitting in a chair by himself crying. Ric sat down next to him and put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Its going to be ok. Don’t worry” Ric said. The boy turned to him and said “I don’t want to die. I was just having some fun.” Ric smiled at him. “Really, you don’t need to worry. We all die sometime, but I think you probably have a long life ahead of you. I’m sure they are going to help you here if you need it” Ric said as he got up and went back to the car. Thursday he drove back to the clinic. He made up a story for his mom that the stuff he was supposed to get for his father on Monday they couldn’t find and he had to go back to pick them up now that they had found them. He arrived at the clinic again and went in. He talked to the receptionist and took a seat waiting for his name to be called. Once again, he looked around and didn’t see Dave anywhere. The nurse called his name and he went back just like on Monday. He waited for the doctor to show up and after almost fifteen minutes a different doctor walked through the door. “Hello Ric. I’m Dr. Simms and I’m the infectious disease specialist here. I’ll be taking over your case and will be treating you from now on. We have the results from the lab and you have tested positive for HIV. Your viral load is very high, but your CD4 counts look good. My guess is that you were recently infected. Do you have any idea when you might have been exposed to HIV?” Ric tried to hide his smile and said that it could have been about four weeks earlier. “Ah, ok. Your forms indicate you have been very active sexually since then and you never have protected sex. That means that you may have infected everyone you have had sex with since your seroconversion. You should let them know, if you can. I realize that sometimes it is not possible. It looks like that is only two people from your forms, which is fewer than I would have thought. Many guys your age have several partners in a week” Dr. Simms said. From his tone, Ric thought that he was being ridiculed for not being a big enough slut. He wanted to yell out “I was a fucking virgin two months ago! How much sex can I have?” “We’ll be taking another blood test to see how your viral load is progressing“ the doctor told Ric who nodded. “Now, I understand that some people in your situation want to help others who are in need of having a more positive future and I commend that. I would actually encourage you to be more sexually active now. It will help you psychologically overcome this news. Getting back on the horse, as it were. We will delay any significant treatment until you are ready or your body shows signs of serious deterioration. We want you to continue a full happy life that is sexually active and rewarding. I realize that our clinic isn’t convenient to where you live and I assume most of your sex partners are near there too, but I would appreciate it if you sent them to us for diagnosis and treatment. You should be able to help us boost our numbers down near the city quite effectively.” Ric was listening closely and it seemed the doctor was encouraging him to spread the virus to as many people as he could. “You want me to have more bare sex and not take medication?” Ric asked. “Exactly” the doctor replied. “Since you don’t live locally, I’ve modified our testing schedule. Please visit us once a month for the next year to get your blood tested. I would also like you to inform our lab tech, Tyler, of how many people you have had sex with. If he is not available, you can omit that information and give it to him on your next visit. Now, please stop by and get your blood drawn from Tyler who will give you more information. Congratulations, Ric.” The doctor got up and directed Ric to get his blood drawn and was still in a state of shock. Tyler took him in and closed the door. “Welcome back, you stud. Lost your virginity and willingly got pozzed in the same weekend. And you’ve been sharing when you knew you were probably infected. You’re going to be quite the pozzer” Tyler said as he prepped Ric’s arm and the syringe. “Do you know if you have been successful with these two guys?” Tyler asked as the needle slipped into Ric’s arm. “No, I don’t. Both seem to be ok so far” Ric answered. After thinking about it a few seconds he said “Are you guys kidding me? You want me to infect other guys?” Ric asked. Tyler chuckled and said “We don’t do that with everyone. But some patients we get seem to like spreading their gift around and we encourage them. Its more business for us and I like to meet fellow poz guys, maybe for some off-work fun. We normally don’t do this with people that don’t live around here, but Dave recommended that we make an exception for you.” “Yeah, Dave. He was supposed to be here today, but he blew me off again” said Ric. “Hehe, not quite. He’s waiting for you in our other waiting room. OK, all done. The doctor told you about keeping track of the number of people you give your cum to and then letting me know when you get tested. You only test monthly, so it might be harder to keep track.” Tyler said. Tyler led Ric down the hall into the club waiting room and there sat Joe, watching porn on the TV. He turned when he heard the door open and saw Ric standing there. Tyler said “You got half an hour.” Joe stood up and went to Ric and gave him a hug, grabbing his ass cheeks tightly. “Congrats and welcome to the club” Joe said. “Club? What club?” asked Ric. “For most poz guys, its a virtual club. We just say that since there are a small group of people that can say they are poz. In our case, we really do have a club. Since you don’t live right around here, you are now an honorary member. We’ll do the official ceremony when you can come up here and spend the night. It does earn you a free biohazard tattoo, so decide where you want to put it and we can set up a time for Thad to do it. “Fuck! Really? Can we do it today?” asked Ric excitedly. “I kind of doubt it, but I can send a message to Thad and see. Do you know where you want it or what kind you want?” Joe replied as he sent a message to Thad asking if he had time. “Uh, I don’t know either. I guess I should look online and get some ideas” Ric said. “Yeah and you might want to think about making it a bit conspicuous, since people are going to see it in the showers when you have gym class and if its out in the open, like mine, when you wear shorts its visible to everyone” Joe said. “Yeah, I didn’t think of that. I’ve been going shirtless around the house to make my mom get used to the one I have, but its just pissing her off. She’ll really freak if she sees I got another one so soon ” said Ric. Joe’s phone buzzed and he read Thad’s message “He can’t do today. He asked if maybe you could do next week. That would give you time to really think about it. You should never rush a tattoo - it’s there forever. I’ll give you a suggestion - put it down by your cock. above, or to your left. Maybe have a bit poke above the top of a speedo or low cut jeans. And don’t do one of the standard biohazards. Make it unique.” Ric nodded and it made a lot of sense. He’d have to come up with an excuse to get back up to the tattoo shop, but that would be easy. “Now, we don’t have much time, but I really wanted you to dump your first official poz load into me. You up for a quickie?” Joe asked. “Fuck yeah!” said Ric and he immediately started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Joe did the same and with his ass uncovered, he sat backwards in one of the chairs with his hole towards Ric. Ric knelt down and pushed his face between Joe’s ass cheeks and began eating his hole. He forced his tongue into Joe’s pussy and then sat back, slapping Joe’s ass. “You slut, there’s already a load in there” said Ric. Joe snickered and said “Yeah, Tyler had a few minutes free…” Ric dove back in and sucked out some of Tyler’s charged seed and let it sit on his tongue as he got up and pushed his cock into Joe’s waiting hole. He held Joe’s shoulders and started to pound Joe’s cunt. There was no need for a warmup, Tyler had taken care of it already, so Ric just used Joe’s hole to get off. Tyler’s cum covered Ric’s cock as he drove his cock in and out of Joe. Joe flexed his ass muscles and gripped Ric’s cock, sending waves of pleasure through Ric’s body. Ric slammed his cock into Joe several times until with one final push he felt his balls unload their special seed into the guy that he hoped had pozzed him up. “Thank you Dave” he whispered into Joe’s ear while his body settled back to a normal breathing pattern. “My pleasure” said Joe. Ric moved back and stuffed his cock into his underwear and jeans and Joe pulled up his jeans. He turned around and Ric immediately hugged and kissed him. “I really can’t thank you enough. You helped me go from a scared, closeted gay virgin, afraid of even touching another guy to a confident poz slut” Ric said. “It was your dad’s idea, so he should take some of the thanks or blame” Joe replied and then asked “So who are the two lucky guys you’ve been breeding full of your toxic seed?” Ric laughed “My dad and a new fuck bud who I think wants to get pozzed. I don’t think it will be long before both of them are poz too.” Joe laughed “You are one sick fuck. I love it!” as they left the room and wandered out of the building. Joe and Ric hugged again and Joe said “Let me know when you are going to Thad’s place next week. I’ll meet you there.”

Part 30 - A Well Meaning Dad 2 Joe and Ric walked into the hotel room and it was spotless, almost like they had never been there earlier. Ric looked around and saw the ice bin with water had been stocked with a few beers and there was a small bottle of tequila with a glass full of limes next to a baggie with a few hand rolled cigarettes and a lighter. Ric looked over and sitting next to the bed on his knees with his hands behind his back was a naked boy about his age, maybe a bit younger. He had a harness on his chest and a thick leather collar around his neck. Looking down, he saw some sort of cage on his cock. “Thank you boy. I’m glad you could make it” Joe said. “Thank You, Sir. Sir Dennis let me in. I hope you don’t mind. The items you asked for are in the bag next to yours” replied Jeff. “I don’t mind at all. Ric, this is Jeff, my sub. I’ve invited him over, since some of the things you’ve told me that you’ve thought about he can help with. Jeff, I want you to treat Ric as you would any of my friends. You will obey him and do whatever he asks. Well, until a little later, but you will know what to do then.” “Yes, Sir” replied Jeff Ric kept looking back and forth at Joe and then Jeff. He remembered stumbling across a web site that had guys in leather like Jeff was dressed, but never thought he would see something like this in person. “Ric, show Jeff your new clothes down and what they look like” Joe said. Ric went about modeling the new clothes. Jeff smiled and even cat called a few times. When he finished he took all of his clothes off and walked over to get a closer look at Jeff. They both looked each other over and Ric was envious that Jeff seemed to have a head start on his sexual adventures and seemed content with his role being subservient to Dave. His gaze at Jeff was broken when Joe’s voice close behind him said “suck his cock, boy.” Jeff finally left his pose and reached up and started to suck Ric’s flaccid cock. Jeff gave close attention to the foreskin and the work from his tongue caused Ric’s cock to harden again. Ric put his hands on Jeffs head and slowly started to fuck Jeffs mouth. As his cock grew, he pushed into Jeff’s throat. Joe stood back, naked, and watched the two young men pleasure each other. When Joe sensed that Ric was getting too close he said “That’s enough, boy. We don’t want him to cum too soon.” Jeff pulled away and left Ric’s balls aching - so close to cumming, but he was not allowed. “Boy, stand next to the bed and bend over. Ric needs to feel your ass wrapped around his cock.” “Thank you Sir” Jeff said as he stood and bent over the bed. Ric felt like he was in a porn movie with everyone following the directors actions. He moved behind Jeff and rubbed his dripping cock up and down the sub’s crack. He pushed in and heard Jeff moan. He fucked and felt Jeff respond by pushing his ass back as he thrust in, his hole massaging his cock occasionally. Ric got into the zone and kept varying the speed and intensity of his fucking. It felt so good, so much better than the few times he had masturbated and much tighter than when he fucked Dave. When he started to get close again to cumming, he said “Do you like that, boy?” Jeff quickly responded “Yes, Sir. Very much” and gripped Ric’s shaft tightly with his ass muscles. That was all Ric needed and he grabbed the back of Jeff’s harness and slammed into his hole three times before shooting his cum inside Jeff’s grateful hole. Ric couldn’t believe that he had that much cum still inside him, this was his fourth orgasm of the day. He slowly pulled his cock out of Jeff and laid down on the bed, breathing heavy. “Thank you, Sir Ric” said Jeff. Joe tossed a water bottle at Ric and said “You should probably drink some water.” Ric drank from the bottle and laid back on the bed. Joe said “Boy, come here please.” Jeff turned around and walked over and started to kneel. “No, stay standing. You have earned a reward.” Joe leaned down and unlocked and then removed the cage from Jeff’s cock. “Thank You, Sir” Jeff said emphatically. Joe led him back to the bed and told Ric to roll over on the bed on all fours. He reached down and slowly pulled the plug from Ric’s ass, hearing him groan until the plug popped free and they watched the hole slowly close back up. Joe looked over at Jeff and his cock was already getting hard, free of the cage. He grabbed the lube and lubed up Ric’s hole and then slicked up Jeff’s cock. Jeff looked shocked as his second master stroked his cock to full length and then moved him behind Ric. He wasn’t sure what to do since he had never fucked anyone and he didn’t want to let Joe down. Jeff looked over and Joe had a big grin and said “Go on boy, you will be the second person ever to fuck Ric. He wants to learn and you were in his shoes only a few weeks ago.” Jeff pushed his cock into the soft, slightly loose hole. Once the head of his cock was inside, he heard Ric moan out “oh yeah, fuck me.” He remembered those first few fucks, where every time was a new experience and his cock twitched. He had never felt it this hard before and pushed in further. He felt Joe’s hand on his ass, directing him to start fucking in and out. He put his hands on Ric’s hips and started to pull Ric back as he thrust in. Soon, he was fucking Ric just like Joe and Kyle had done to him. He loved the feeling of Ric’s warm, wet tunnel around his cock. The strokes got harder and he watched Joe move in front of Ric, pushing his cock into Ric’s mouth This was one of Jeff’s favorite positions when he bottomed, since he could pleasure both of his masters at once. It wasn’t long before all the new sensations on his cock overwhelmed him and he began shooting his newly charged cum into Ric’s near virgin hole. He hadn’t been allowed to cum since the day after he got out of the hospital and his balls were overflowing. His body kept spasming as each shot coated the insides of Ric’s no longer pristine colon. He lost count of the spurts of cum and as they stopped he pulled his cock out of Ric and flopped down on the bed trying to catch his breath. Dennis had quietly walked in and stood in the room watching Jeff fuck his first guy and rubbing his cock through his jeans. By the time that Jeff finished breeding Ric, Dennis was naked and his cock hard and dripping precum. Joe was feeding Ric his cock and heard Ric whine around his shaft when Jeff removed his cock and the sudden empty feeling. With a nod of his head, Joe directed Dennis to fill the now vacant cumhole. Climbing on the bed, he covered his cock head with the cum that was seeping out of Ric’s pussy. He gently pushed in, stretching Ric’s hole wider than it had been with either of the other two cocks he had taken or any of the dildos. Slowly he filled the boy’s chute with his thick shaft. Ric squirmed underneath him as the cock got deeper than anything had ever been and he felt a pressure deep inside him. Dennis gave a final shove and pushed past Ric’s inner ring while forcing Joe’s cock into Ric’s throat. Ric panicked. Unable to breathe and skewered from behind, he couldn’t escape either. Suddenly he felt hands holding his head and hips keeping him stationary as his body started to convulse. Joe loved the feeling of a guy’s throat wretching around his cock, but didn’t want to scare the boy and started to pull back, letting him breathe. Dennis did the same and withdrew his cock until just the head was inside. He started long, slow strokes, filling Ric’s tight hole with cock and then leaving him almost empty. The more that Dennis fucked Ric, the more Ric enjoyed the large cock inside him. His throat was getting raw from Joe’s piercing scraping it each time it got shoved down his throat as he got pummeled from behind. Dennis started to fuck faster. He needed to add his strain into the boy’s cunt and it was all he could think about. He ignored the muffled screams from Ric and kept ramming his cock in as hard as he could, each time plowing through the Ric’s inner ring until it was only a firm squeeze massaging his cock. His balls were boiling, preparing their poison to help infect the young man and turn him into another poz breeder. He wrapped his arms tightly around Ric and felt his body twitch and thrust as his cock pumped his very toxic seed into the young stud. Ric stood there on his hands and knees, sweat dripping off of him, spit dripping out of his mouth and feeling both cocks pull out of his body. Another of his fantasies had now been played out in real life. His body ached and hurt in ways he had never imagined, but he was in heaven. Dennis saw the blood on his cock and the pink cum dripping out of Ric’s tortured pussy. He reached over and picked up the plug and put it back into Ric’s cunt, sealing in all of the seed to let the bugs invade his body completely. “Thanks for helping Ric experience a few new things” Joe said as they moved into the shower and let Jeff clean each of them off. Dennis put his clothes back on and left the room, heading home to his boyfriend. Joe put the cage back on Jeff’s cock, squeezing it in as Jeff was still partially aroused. “Thank You Sir” Jeff said and Joe smiled responding with “You’re welcome, boy. I hope you enjoyed being a top for a change. You can go if you need to.” “Yes, Sir, I do” Jeff said as he walked over and put his clothes on near the door and left. Joe and Ric laid on the bed for a bit relaxing. “There’s another thing I want to show you, so let’s run through the shower and then head out” Joe said, breaking the silence. Ric got a big smile on his face and was in the shower in seconds. When they got out, Joe started to get dressed. He tossed a spare tank top to Ric and said “Wear this, it will show off your body.” Ric put it on along with his jeans and they drove over to the adult book store. Joe walked up to the clerk and bought some tokens and the clerk said “Its busy back there, I bet he’s going to be really popular.” Ric followed Joe into the back area where there were a half dozen guys standing around stroking their cocks. One gray haired guy had a younger thin black guy against the wall and was fucking him, both with their pants around their ankles. Joe stood next to a wall, scoping out the guys that were there and rubbed his cock through his jeans. Ric figured he should do the same, but he felt that everyone was staring at him. A door opened and a college student came out, still zipping his pants up as he walked toward the front door of the book store. Joe waited to see if anyone else was going to take the booth and when no one did, he tapped Ric on the arm and the two went into the booth. Closing the door behind them, Joe stuffed some tokens in the machine and selected a bareback gay porn video. Joe dropped his jeans and motioned for Ric to do the same. They stroked their cocks and Joe kneeled down to peer into the booth next door to see if it was someone looking to fuck or suck and get fucked. The fingers that came through the hole, told him all he needed to know. Joe whispered in Ric’s ear and Ric moved to the hole, pushing his cock through. As the guy on the other side of the wall sucked Ric’s cock, Joe whispered “Don’t let him let you cum right away. If you get too close, pull back.” Ric closed his eyes and let the guy suck him, feeling his tongue all over his cock and balls. Ric’s cock was hard and dripping and suddenly the guy stopped sucking him. Ric let out a quiet “Huh?” and then felt the guy backing his ass up to the wall. His cock touched the guy’s hole and the guy kept pushing back. Ric moved back as well, but not as fast and his cock worked its way into the stranger’s ass. When the guy’s ass was firmly against the wall, Ric started to push in deeper and Joe whispered “Fuck him for a bit and we’ll swap” into his ear. Ric fucked against the wall, trying to get his cock as deep as possible into the guy’s cunt. He found it awkward fucking against the partition but the hole felt so good around his shaft. He kept fucking harder and harder and when his balls started to tighten he pulled back and let Joe shove his cock into the unknown hole. Ric heard the guy on the other booth yell out “Oh FUCK!” when the pierced cock penetrated his hole. Joe drilled the strangers ass a while as Ric kept stroking his cock to keep it hard. Joe pulled out and Ric then took his place and fucked the guy again. Ric couldn’t hold off much longer and felt the impending orgasm take over his body. He shot a few squirts of cum into the guy, but his body was running out of cum. He started to pull back and the guy pulled off his cock and immediately started sucking his cum covered cock. When he thought it was clean, he pulled his cock out of the hole and moved next to Joe. Ric heard the guy say “Thanks” through the hole and then Ric looked at Joe. “Can we go back to the hotel room?” Ric asked. “Sure. I take it you don’t like glory hole fucks?” Joe asked. “No, not really. I like having a body to hold on to and see when I fuck. Sorry.” Ric said. Joe laughed. “Don’t be sorry. You tried something new and found its not for you. You learned something about yourself and that’s good.” They pulled their pants up and walked out of the booth. Several of the guys looked disappointed when they realized the two young studs were leaving. Joe stopped at the clerks counter and bought a butt plug and dildo before walking back to the car. Joe and Ric went back to the hotel room and as they walked in, Joe went over to the bin and asked “Want a beer?” Ric started to say no and then stammered a bit. Joe popped the caps off of two bottles and brought them over to the couch, where Ric was sitting. Ric sipped the beer and looked at Joe, who was staring at him trying to decide if this was another cherry popping. “I’ve had beer and booze before” Ric said. “How about weed?” asked Joe. “Just once” replied Ric as Joe walked over and grabbed the baggie of joints and the lighter. The two sat there watching porn on the TV, smoking and drinking for an hour or so and Ric finally got the courage up and leaned over and started kissing Joe. The kisses got more and more passionate and they spent a long time making out. Ric stopped kissing and got up, pulling Joe to his feet and dragging him over to the bed. Ric pulled Joe’s shirt off and then his pants and socks before taking off his own clothes. Joe was smiling as now Ric was feeling confident enough to be the one taking the lead. He figured Ric was probably a 60/40 or maybe 70/30 vers top and was going to let Ric take control. They laid down on the bed and their bodies were entwined as Ric explored every inch of Joe, mostly with his tongue and hands. Ric’s cock was once again hard as a rock and he pushed Joe’s legs up and forced his cock into Joe’s pussy. He held Joe’s legs wide as he started kissing Joe again while fucking his thick cock deep into Joe’s hole. He fucked harder and harder, his tongue digging deeper into Joe’s mouth. The bed was rocking and squeaking until Ric pulled Joe tight to his body and shot off a few more squirts of cum into Joe’s now sloppy hole. As the orgasm faded, Ric pulled Joe next to him, spooning with his cock back in Joe’s ass. It didn’t take long and both of them were fast asleep. Joe woke up feeling Ric trying to push his hard morning cock into his hole. He rolled over on to his stomach and Ric followed and mounted him, pushing his cock all the way in with one long stroke. “God that feels so good” Ric whispered in Joe’s ear while starting to pump in and out. Joe wasn’t complaining. The boy had almost 9 inches of thick, uncut cock and he was quickly learning how to use it. Joe started coaching Ric, telling him to slow down when he felt he was close to cumming, even pulling out and rimming his ass before plowing his cock back in. Joe flipped over on his back and let Ric mount him again. He looked up at the sexy boy that was pounding him. “I’ve unleashed an animal” thought Joe as Ric looked back at him with a grin and slammed his cock into Joe, who let out a loud grunt as the cock punched through his inner ring. Joe showed him a few more positions, but Joe always was on his back marveling at the young stud’s transformation. Ric couldn’t keep the cum in any longer and lunged into Joe, seemingly trying to put his whole body into Joe's ass. Ric’s body shook and shuddered as he flooded Joe’s gut with more neg cum. Ric fell down on Joe’s chest and kissed him over and over. Ric rolled over on to his back, next to Joe “Thank you Dave. This has been an amazing day and I don’t really want it to end. How much longer do we have?” Joe reached for his phone and saw it was just before nine in the morning. “Not much longer. Your dad is going to be here in about an hour.” “Oh” Ric simply replied, but Joe could see Ric’s mind whirling. After a long pause, Ric asked “Were the other guys you had fuck me poz too?” “Yeah they are. Both are really toxic too” Joe said as he turned on his side to look at Ric. “Oh cool. They were both really hot, but very different. I guess I don’t know what kinds of guys I like. Right now I guess its all of them” Ric said. Joe laughed and replied “That’s a good attitude to have. You will be a lot less disappointed if you keep an open mind and not look for some guy that looks a certain way. There’s a lot of gay and bi guys out there that don’t scream ‘I’m gay’ so it can be hard to find guys that turn you on sometimes. Don’t let it get to you. You’ll get better at finding them as you get more experience. Just observe how they look at you and you can see if they’re checking you out or not.” “Ok” Ric said. Joe knew he wanted to say more and Ric finally asked “Can you fuck me again before my dad gets here? I want more of your poz cum inside me to make sure it happens.” Joe grinned and wasn’t going to turn down one more chance to breed Ric. He spit on his hand and slicked up his cock and pressed the pierced cock head against Ric’s hungry hole. He said “You’re going to make one sexy poz boi, Ric” as he pushed his hard cock in until the head was past his outer ring and paused. Ric moaned as he felt Joe’s cock inside him again, but the ring really fascinated him. He could feel it as it pushed inside him and he had an odd sensation from Joe’s cock as he started to fuck him. He remembered how sore his throat got when Joe had fucked his throat the day before and imagined it was doing the same with his guts. “Fuck me Dave. Fuck me hard. Make me poz just like you so I can earn my next tattoo” Ric begged. Hearing Ric beg him to poz him up put Joe into overdrive. He pounded Ric’s pussy relentlessly, grinding his hips around and digging his cock into as many different parts of his fuck chute as he could. He was slamming hard and staring back at Ric with their eyes locked on each other. Lust and desire was all they saw in each other. Joe’s body was bouncing off of Ric’s ass as the bed rocked. Joe began to grunt with each thrust and Ric egged him on - “Yeah, do it!” “fuck me good” “poz me up!” It was the last one that pushed Joe over the edge and he did exactly what Ric begged him to do. Spurt after spurt of his bug laden seed filled Ric’s now wrecked hole. Ric yelled out “Oh my god YES!!!” as he felt the cum fill his body. Joe looked at Ric, his eyes were closed and a huge smile was on his face. Joe slowly pulled his cock out and reached for the butt plug he bought at the book store the night before. He coated it with the bloody cum on his cock and pushed it in. Joe moved around and tapped his cock on Ric’s face and Ric turned and swallowed his cock down. After licking and sucking for a few seconds he pulled back and asked “Why does your cum taste so different this time?” Joe chuckled and said “Thats your blood mixed with my cum. My PA kinda wrecked the walls of your ass. Don’t worry, it'll heal in a few days but you’ll be sore. It will make you remember our time together. It helps the bug get inside you though, so if the other loads didn’t do it this one probably did.” “Oh fuck yeah” Ric said as he dove back down on Joe’s cock and cleaned every drop of cum he could find, savoring the coppery sweet cum taste. Joe pulled his cock back and said “We have to run through the shower. Your dad will be here soon.” They went into the shower and washed each other up before Ric held Joe tight and passionately kissed him while grinding their bodies together. Joe playfully tapped the plug in Ric’s ass and then spanked his ass cheek before pulling away and taking one last rinse and got out of the shower. He tossed a towel to Ric yelling “Only got five minutes” and headed out to put his clothes on. He got his jockstrap on when there was a knock at the door. Ric was still putting gel in his hair and primping it like Enrico had showed him, so Joe went to the door and cracked it open. “Dave? Ric?” the guy said as Joe was checking him out. He looked like an older version of Ric. His face had a look of both worry and excitement. Joe opened the door the rest of the way and Frank walked in. “Wow, you look better in person than the pictures” Frank said. “Ric’s in the bathroom getting ready. We just got out of the shower” Joe explained. “I know I’m a bit early, but I was kind of anxious to find out if Ric’s ok and if he had a good time” Frank said. “Yeah, I think it went well, but the real judge is Ric. You have a great son there, Frank. You should be proud of him.” Joe said. “Oh, I am. I just want the best for him” Frank replied before whispering to Joe “Uh…. I gotta ask… Is he really… gay?” “Oh yeah, he proved that pretty quickly. I hope you’re ok with it and it won’t change how you feel about him” Joe said quietly back. “Oh, it won't. And, did you fuck him? And… knock him up?” Frank asked, embarrassed. Joe looked at Frank quizically and slowly said “Yeah, we both fucked each other.” Frank could tell Joe was unsure about the question and said “I saw your tattoo in the pictures. One of the reasons I chose you was that I’m guessing you are poz and I wanted Ric to get it out of the way and not have to worry about becoming poz. It’s going to happen sometime if he’s gay, right?” Joe was shocked. The guy wanted Joe to poz his son? What the fuck? “It doesn’t have to happen. There’s ways to prevent it. Condoms, prep, being careful with who you fuck” Joe said. “Yeah, but its easier to just get it over with and he can now do everything without worry” Frank said. About that time, Ric walked out of the bathroom, wearing his new jeans and the muscle tee they had gotten the day before. “Oh my god” Frank gasped as he saw his son. “I didn’t expect you to do anything but talk and maybe have some fun.” “You like it dad?” Ric asked tentatively. “You look so handsome. Sexy even” Frank said as he walked around looking at the hot young man. Ric smiled as his dad gave his approval and the brief tension in the air was gone. “Ric, I guess your dad had another mission for me that he didn’t tell me about. He wanted me to poz you. What do you think about that?” Joe said, feeling like he had been set up. Ric looked at his dad, surprised and said “You did?” “Yes, Ric, I did. If you’re gay, not straight, you should enjoy having sex with men and not worry about getting infected. I’ve missed out on having sex with other men so many times because of that fear and the chance of giving it to your mom.” Ric couldn’t believe his ears. His dad likes to have sex with guys too? He felt his cock stiffen in his tight jeans and the bulge got more visible. Without even thinking he said “You should let Joe fuck you. He’s a lot of fun.” It was Frank’s turn to look shocked. His son wanted to watch him get fucked by another guy? A poz guy? “I think its only fair, Frank. I bet you want to have a young jock fuck you to make up for all those times you didn’t satisfy your urges. We have some time before we have to check out of the room…” Joe said as he moved toward Frank and started to pull his shirt off. Ric reached for Frank’s belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Frank just stood there as the two younger men stripped him, unsure what to say. He finally said “I shouldn’t.” “Come on dad. I’ve just had the most amazing time of my life and you should get some too” Ric urged. Joe pushed Frank to his knees and pulled his cock out of the pouch and rubbed it on Frank’s lips. Frank opened his mouth and started to suck like a starved animal. Joe smiled as Frank devoured his cock and thought “this guy has sucked a lot of cock in his life.” Ric stood back rubbing his crotch as he watched his dad suck Joe’s cock and quickly realized his dad was no stranger to giving blowjobs. Ric unbuttoned his tight jeans and pulled them off, revealing his cock straining inside the pouch of his jockstrap. Freeing it, he began to stroke it and then saw Joe motion to come next to him. Soon, Joe had his arm around Ric as Frank went back and forth, sucking each cock before moving back to the other one. Ric looked down, watching his dad suck his cock, flicking his tongue around the shaft and licking his balls. As he got really excited, his dad moved over to Joe’s cock and repeated the actions. Joe couldn’t take much more and wanted to see if Frank’s ass was as good as his son’s. Joe pulled his cock out of Frank’s mouth and grabbed his shoulders, pushing him towards the bed. Frank knew what was going to happen and climbed on the bed, on his knees, with his ass over the edge. Joe laughed as he watched Frank assume the position like a pro. Joe grabbed the lube from the table next to the bed and pushed some in deep with his finger. Frank moaned as he was penetrated for the first time in over a year. Joe felt Frank’s hole open up and he added a bit more lube and two fingers this time. Ric was stroking his cock, watching Joe prep his dad’s ass for his poz fuckstick. Joe moved behind Frank and rubbed the piercing and his dripping cockhead on Frank’s hole. He pushed in, watching the piercing and his cock disappear into the starving mancunt. Frank’s moans filled the room as Joe pushed deeper into his hole. Ric watched as his dad was filled with cock. He stopped stroking for fear of cumming too soon and knew Joe would fuck his dad for a while. Ric took his shirt off, revealing the fresh tattoo, and climbed on the bed in front of his dad. His dad opened his mouth and Ric pushed his throbbing cock in. As Joe’s thrusts got harder Ric just had to stay in one place as his dad’s mouth and throat got impaled on his cock. He leaned forward and pulled Joe in for a kiss while his dad got spit roasted. Joe started to really pound Frank and felt his piercing tug as it dug in along the tight walls of Frank’s neg tunnel. Joe stopped kissing Ric and bent over Frank’s back and whispered in his ear “You’re very observant. Yeah, I’m poz and not on meds so I’m really toxic. I knocked your son up and now its your turn. You can convert together.” Joe’s thrusts got harder and harder, almost throwing Ric backward from Frank’s body being shoved forward. “Yeah that’s so hot, Dave. Breed his ass!” said Ric just as Joe felt his balls start to tighten up and his cock began to shoot its deathseed into Frank’s hole. He paused only a moment for the first few spurts and then started to ram in, pushing the remaining spurts in deep. As his cock stopped twitching and shooting, he looked at Ric and said “Your turn, I think your dad needs to feel how good that cock of yours is.” Ric was shocked but as horny as he was right now, he quickly bounded off the bed and took Joe’s place. His cock easily slid into the gaping hole that Joe left. He thrust in most of the way and felt his cock hit a wall. He started pounding and his dad began screaming around Joe’s cock which was now deep in his throat. After several punches in, he felt the blockage give way and his cock head was past his dad’s inner ring. He loved pounding in and feeling all of the toxic cum that Joe had dumped in his dad coat his cock. With all of the edging he had been doing, it wasn’t long before he grabbed his dad’s hips and drove his cock all the way in and started shooting his load deep inside the man who had made him. Ric pulled his cock out of his dad and Joe climbed off the bed. Frank fell forward on the bed, exhausted. “Oh my god that felt so good. I haven’t had a raw cock in me in almost 20 years. I forgot how much better it is” Frank said breathlessly. Ric looked down on the bed and there was a large pool of cum where his dad had shot while he was being fucked. He desperately wanted to lick it up and taste the seed the had created him. Joe must have been thinking the same thing, since he scooped up some of Frank’s seed and fed it to Ric before tasting it himself. After several minutes, Frank got up off the bed and turned around seeing Joe and Ric, kissing. It turned him on watching his son kissing another guy, especially one as sexy as Joe. When the two stopped kissing and were standing side by side, Frank noticed the tattoo. “Oh my god. Your mother is going to shit bricks. A tattoo?” Frank exclaimed. Joe and Ric smiled. “Yeah, I wanted it and I’m old enough to get one. I even paid for it” Ric told his dad proudly. “Well, it does look good except that you only have chest hair on one side. If you’re like me, that forest will grow back pretty quickly. Can I shower, I don’t want my wife to smell the cum on me” asked Frank. Joe chuckled since he knew that the seed would be inside him for a while and no shower was going to wash it off. The three of them showered together with Ric going down to his knees and sucking his dad’s cock. He was rewarded with a few spurts of cum in his mouth which he let sit on his tongue, absorbing the flavor. The three dried off and dressed. Frank walked over and hugged Joe whispering “Thanks for everything. This turned out better than I could have hoped.” Frank reached into his pocket and peeled off three hundred dollar bills and stuffed it in Joe’s pocket and grabbed a quick feel of his cock. Joe walked over to the desk and wrote down the info for the clinic and gave it to Ric. “You’re probably going to need to go here in a few weeks. You probably will get a bad flu. If you don’t, go to the clinic in a month and get tested. And let me know how things go. You’ve got a lot to offer guys, Ric, and deserve to have a lot of fun and maybe even meet the right guy.” Joe turned to Frank “That goes for you too” as he patted both of them on the back. Frank and Ric walked out the door and Joe walked back and fell on to the bed, drained. After a few minutes, he got up and collected his stuff and put it in his bag. He grabbed the remaining joints and put them in the side pocket to give back to Dennis. Leaving the room he was feeling elated. This had been one of the best gigs he had done in his short escorting career.

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."

I always eat the other guys cum as well as my own. Don’t waste anything as tasty ?

On Friday night I went to the baths. The place wasn't busy, but most of the guys there wanted to bareback, which was okay with me. I hit the poppers hard and got fucked several times. There was one guy, a loner of sorts, hard body, tattoos, shaved head, who was always nearby but never joined in. I copped a feel and was surprised to find a ring with a spiked ball piercing his shaft, half-way up his dick. I was intrigued, but having taken several hits of poppers I was feeling a bit queasy, so I went to a dark alcove with a single bench to lie down. A guy came in and felt my butt which was runny with cum. "Nice ass," he complemented me. "Best one here. I've cum in you twice now. Did the guy with the ring get you yet?" “No,” I answered. With a light laugh, he replied "If he does, you'll never forget it." He left, and I dozed face down. Then someone came in, felt between my cheeks, and knelt between my legs. I barely had time to react when a thick cock slid into me and - OUCH!--the ring— scratching my anus and insides. He stretched out on my back and thrust in and out. He was quite heavy, and it was hot; and we were soon bathed in sweat. I felt his cock sliding in and out of me as the ring tore up my ass. He opened the poppers and spilled some on the towel beneath my face, and I lost all control. He went on and on. I'd never felt anything like it. I didn't think what was happening, why he had a ring in his dick and what it was doing to me. "Tell me when you cum," I whispered. "Yeah, sure," he laughed and plowed harder. Then he pushed my arms out to my sides, down the sides of the bench, and put his full weight on my back, forcing my face into the towel. "NOW," he grunted, "I'M CUMMING NOW!" He jerked and shuddered several times as he shot, collapsing on my back. We lay there panting for several minutes, during which he wouldn't get off. Instead he kept sliding his dick around in me in the spunk up my hole. He must have stayed in me for a good quarter-hour, before his dick finally slid out. "I bet you're sore now," he chuckled, and left. I got off the bench, my legs weak. When I lifted the towel it had a big red patch in the middle where his ring had messed up my guts. At that point I had a fairly good guess what he’d been up to and why.

The next day at work, I got a phone call from Dr. Woods. I answered the call and he said, "Hey Rik, how are you doing?" "I'm good. What's up?" I responded. "I know yesterday was a surprise and wasn't want you planned. Are you on board with the treatment plan we discussed?" He must have been at the hospital seeing patients, as I could hear the overhead announcements in the background. That explains the formality of his tone. "Yeah, I am actually. I guess this is something I've wanted for a while, but didn't have the balls to go for it." He replied, "Excellent. I was hoping you would be open to this. Dr. Grant and I took a look at your lab work yesterday after you left your first treatment and your immune system is really strong and can take a beating, if you know what I mean. Are you still interested in the FasTrack blood donation program, or are you going old-school?" Luckily, I have an office at work, because my cock starting getting hard over this conversation in which I was discussing willingly seroconverting, and setting a course for the rest of my life. "Yes, Dr. Woods, I think the FasTrack process makes sense for me. I'm excited to get started and earn my own biohazard tattoo." He replied, "That's great. I was hoping you would say that. I'm going to cancel Friday night, and we'll push that back a week. You will get a Club e-mail inviting you to an event the next Saturday. Three days before that, stop by the office at your convenience and see Teddy. He will give you something to suppress your immune system. It's a safe medication and it will help with the FasTrack process. How's that sound?" "That sound perfect," I replied, adding "I look forward to receiving the e-mail. Thank you, sir." "Thank you, Rik." Later that day, I received the following e-mail: Conversion Club Members - Please accept this invitation to our home next Saturday at 4:00 PM for some light refreshments and some Conversion Club business. We will have the pool warmed up for those who wish to enjoy it. (Leave the bathing suit at home. We'll have the usual clothing check for you.) Conversion Club business starts at 6:00 PM, opening with congratulations to the most recent convertees. In addition we will have three inductees to welcome, one of whom is a FasTrack participant. Justin and I look forward to seeing next Saturday. Brad Woods I left work early that next Wednesday and stopped at the office of Dr. Woods, telling the receptionist Teddy was going to give me an injection. Sure enough, in short order, Teddy called me to the back and had me follow him into his work area where he often draws blood. In a growing medical practice where private rooms are at a premium, he has an open alcove area. He pulled me close and gave me a kiss. His moustache brushed against my lips and felt really hot as, in hushed tones he asked "You're coming on Saturday, right?" "Yeah, I wouldn't miss this for the world!" "You're going to have an amazing time. I can't wait to help you with your treatment plan." I looked down at the growing bulge in his pants. "I can see your willingness to help right now." He looked in my eyes whispered, "I've wanted to poz you for a very long time. When I converted I was going to call you, but I made the decision to wait until my viral load was high enough to make a difference. Giving you my poz load and my blood is an honor." Both of us were hard, but this wasn't the place to do anything about it. He said, "Let's get your shot before I cum in my pants. Here's your Decadron shot. This will knock down your immune system response for the next week. We'll also give you a flu shot today. You might be a little achy. This will keep your immune system preoccupied so Saturday will be a success." "Sounds great. Let's do it." In the following days, I spent some extra time at the gym to make sure my body made a good impression. I cut even more fat out of my diet and went to extra spin classes to lean out further. Saturday around noon, I put my 24" colon snake, my big dildo, and some lube in the shower. I first used the douche hose to make sure my hole was totally cleaned out. I worked the colon snake up inside to confirm everything was out. Then I lubed up the dildo and rode that bad boy for a while, doing my best not to bust a load of cum. Keeping an eye on the time, I pulled out the dildo to see only a little mucus and just a trace of blood. That's perfect. Before getting out of the shower, I put some lube on my hand and worked my fingers up my hole. I've had my fist up my hole several times, and the feeling is awesome. The dildo stretched me out already, and it was fairly short order before my fist made its way inside. After a couple punches and turns, I pushed my hand out. My rosebud was pushed out nicely. Getting dressed, I looked in the mirror and got a look at what my diet and exercise plan achieved. I now have surface veins popping where they were buried before, my arms were veiny before, but you can see them all the way up my arm. My leg veins were showing and my lower abdomen veins were out for the first time. With the temperatures in the 90’s, I drove to the event with the convertible top down in just shorts and flip-flops. The sun felt good and I liked the cruising I got from guys. I arrived at Brad and Justin's place around 4:15. There were about 10 people, all of whom were already fully naked. With a kiss, Brad welcomed me to his home and showed me to the clothing check. Depositing my shorts and flip-flops in a bag, I headed to get a drink, passing Mateo, who looked sexy as fuck. Justin welcomed me with a hug and a kiss, "I'm glad you're here. You're going to have a great time. Hold the sex for after 6:00 PM. Let's get you a drink and introduce you to the Club members." This was a diverse group of guys, anywhere from 19 years old (Mateo) on up. We made our way to the bar area where three other guys were chatting, one of them was Blake. Justin said, "Guys, I want you to meet our FasTrack inductee, Rik. This is Bob, Tracy and Blake." I shook the hands of Bob and Tracy, with a "nice to meet you," and then gave a kiss and a hug to Blake, explaining to the other men "Blake and I have already met." Bob smiled and said, "Define met." Blake smiled and said, "He meant bred." Justin turned to me and asked, "So, what would you like?" "AIDS." "You'll get that in a little bit. What do you want to drink?" I looked at Blake and asked, "What are you having?" "You!" he replied. Giving a light laugh I replied "You'll get that in a little bit. What are you drinking?" "I suggest you can have a beer or bottled water. It’s important to stay hydrated," Blake commented. I was smart enough to take his hint, replying "A water sounds perfect." Blake and I made our way around the place, heading outside to the pool area where the rest of the guys were. Being the new meat, I got the once over from everyone, which I expected. There were cocks of every description ... some big, some smaller, some cut, some uncut, and some pierced. Most of the guys either buzzed or shaved their pubes. Strangely enough, I felt naked not having a biohazard tattoo. Everyone there had one above their cock, and most had one additional one. Some new arrivals were greeted by Brad, and one of them was my college roommate Mike. Holy shit ... when we roomed together, he was one of the biggest condom freaks on campus. He's a beautiful man, tall, dark and handsome. Other than his condom thing, he was a freak sexually. So fucking fun. I excused myself from Blake and went to say hello once he ditched his clothes. He was facing the bar when I approached, so I grabbed his ass and said, "Fancy meeting you at a place like this!" Mike turned around with a smile, "Rik! Great to see you." We hugged briefly and both pulled back to check for tattoos. He didn't have one yet. He was also an inductee. While Mike didn't have a tattoo, his cock was pierced and his nipples were huge ... like bigger than silver dollars and unusually puffy. So fucking sexy. "So looks like we're getting pozzed together. It'll be cool to do this with you!" I remarked. "Yeah, are you the old-school or FasTrack?" One of the biohazard tattoo guys standing around said, "You're the FasTrack one, huh?" I replied "I need to earn my biohazard bad. Hopefully I'll get the fuck flu soon." The biohazard guy smiled in reply, commenting "I'll do my best to help!" I turned back to Mike and said, "I love what your body mods. Your cock looks amazing with a PA ring. So sexy." Brushing my fingers against his puffy nips I added "And these are amazing. Holy fuck they're hot ... dude, how do I get those?" He smiled and said, "Yeah, I love them ... they're so much more sensitive right now, I can cum just by having a guy suck on them. Dr. Woods has me on a couple things to help grow them." "Wow. They're so fucking sexy. I'll talk to Dr. Woods about doing that as well." "Dr. Woods can make your dreams come true," Mike replied with a chuckle, then, changing the subject he asked "How are your parents?" "Good. How about yours?" "They're doing great. I spoke at Stanford and saw your younger brother Tom last week. He fucks like you do!" "Um ... Tommy's straight...." "Only his big uncut cock is arrow-straight, and he fucked me good. He loves my nipples ... great sex. You gotta try him." At this point my brain was racing, but had the common sense to conclude this was not a conversation to entertain at this moment, which was a good call as only a minute or two later the Conversion Club meeting apparently commenced when Teddy came through the group with a bowl of blue pills and yellow pills. "Anyone want a Viagra or Cialis? We also have TriMix injections available if you want one." "Have you ever done TriMix?" Mike asked. "No, I haven't. In fact I've never heard of it," I replied. "The TriMix makes me rock hard for hours," Mike explained. That was an easy call for me: "I'm open to everything today." "Great, let's do it," Mike responded as he gestured to Teddy saying "Rik and I will do the TriMix, Teddy." "We'll do those out by the pool," he explained, calling out to the group, "How many for TriMix?"

I gave Justin a "what the fuck" look. He said, "You just stay put." Mateo, the sexy nurse from earlier came into the room and smiled when he saw me with my ass up on a pillow. "I've heard a lot about you. I'm glad you're here to get pozzed up!" "Rik, meet Mateo. Mateo had the fuck flu six months ago and he's really toxic right now... shares the same strain as Brad and I. I hope you don't mind if he breeds you as well." I really wasn't in a position to say no. Besides, this kid was smoking hot. He pulled off his nurse's uniform top and pulled loose the drawstring from his pants. He must ride a bicycle a lot as the has big meaty, muscular thighs, covered in sexy fur. And above his buzzed pubes, a biohazard tattoo as well. Fuck, that is hot. “Wow! You have a biohazard too?” Mateo smiled and asked, which one? He turned around to show me the same tattoo on his right ass cheek. Justin explained, “We know an amazing guy named Zak in Chicago. He has a place off Halsted Street called Windy City Tattoo. He's prolific poz breeder and sexy stud. He's done the biohardard tattoos for all of the conversion club members. As much as I am intrigued by earning a biohazard tattoo, the raging hard-on that Mateo has right now merits more attention. Toxic or not, I need this kid's load in my hole. I lifted my legs for him, providing consent for him to add his diseased DNA to my system. For being a young guy, he knew exactly how to press my buttons. Like Justin, he rubbed his cock up and down my pre-lubed hole before sliding all the way inside me. Freshly fucked, I felt my ass juices start to ooze out, even though he worked to wipe the juices back onto his cock and inside me. Justin watched as Mateo skillfully bred my hole. He tweaked my nips for a while, but it wasn't long before he had his eyes closed, looking like he was praying to the god of all poz cocks. You know that look of sheer bliss. I was close to the same state, feeling him sliding in and out of my battered hole. While I was getting fucked, Brad and Teddy came in the room and joined the audience. At this point, I didn't care who saw me getting bred by a poz cock. This felt amazing, and I would deal with whatever it brought at another time. Brad and Teddy were getting naked as well, so they were totally into my breeding. Before long, Mateo's breaths started getting short and it was clear he was getting close to cumming inside me. I blurted out, "Come on stud, fuck me with your poz cock. Give me your disease!" And with that his cock started flooding my hole with his charged load, bathing my guts with his AIDS virus. This kid fucked me like he hated me ... it was awesome. He had a need to seed, and my hole was his infection target. I just asked for a diseased load. What the fuck just happened? Mateo pulled out and I did my best to keep the charged seed inside me. Brad and Teddy were naked at this point, and they were in a three-way kiss huddle with Justin. How fucking hot was that to watch? I managed to get up on my feet and being fucked on my back for so long. I was wobbly - and with good reason. The three guys broke their embrace and pulled me into them for a hug and a grope. That's when I noticed Teddy and Brad both had biohazard tattoos above their cocks. Teddy also had one between his shoulder blades, and Brad had another one on his arm ... which is when I figured out everyone in this exam room was poz, except for me ... and my immune system was on its way out. Brad looked me in the eyes and asked, "I hope you'll accept our invitation to the conversion club. I know this is a lot to take in, but it will be worth it ... even through your fuck flu." I looked gave a glance at these four breeders and said, "Yes, I want to be on your team. Infect me." Teddy grabbed an ass cheek and said, "We gotta get started planning where your biohazard tattoo is going to go." Brad said, "Well, I'd love a chance to breed Rik and I know Teddy does too, but we need to get back to work. So, I have a question for Rik. How fast do you want to earn your biohazard tattoo?" "Depends. What do I need to do in order to speed up the process?" I asked. Justin said, "Come over on Friday night. Clean out your hole and we'll have some fun. We will all give you a dose of our DNA, and if you are a good boy, a blood donation from all of us." We all kissed goodbye and I headed home. What took place was so fucking erotic, I just wanted to hop on Breeding Zone and jack off to some conversion fiction. But I really needed to get a workout in before I do that. I got into the BodyCombat class at 6:30 and powered through the boxing, karate and taekwondo kicks and punches. It is a great way to work up a sweat while keeping flexible and strong. There was a sexy black guy there, new to the class. His sexy body got even sexier with a sweat, and his shorts clung to his bubble butt. A couple sideways glances turned into flirting. At the end of the class I headed down to the locker room and, as luck would have it, his locker was right next to mine. Strange how the world works. I said, "Give me a sec and I'll be out of your way." He smiled and said, "Don't sweat it, take your time." I pulled my shirt off and as I was getting the sweat off me, this beautiful man stripped off his shirt and revealed beautiful chestnut brown skin, rock hard abs ... and a fucking biohazard tattoo. It didn't stand out as much due to his skin color ... and half of it was hidden under his underwear. But the design is the same as the three guys I had seen earlier that day. I found myself wondering 'Am I the only guy in town without a fucking biohazard tattoo'? The locker room was full of guys and I needed to be discrete, but I had to get more info about this. I drew up some courage and said, "I like your tattoo ... a lot." He smiled and said "Thanks, it took a lot of work. Do you have one?" "No, but I'll probably be getting mine soon. Any chance you know Brad and Justin?" He smiled and said "Yeah ... Let's talk on the way out." We stepped out to the street where it was a little more private. I said, "Thanks for taking to me about this." "Sure, no problem. Let me ask, how far along are you?" "Earlier today was the first time." "Wow. You are just beginning." "Yeah, I know. Big decision. So fucking hot." "Hey, I live a block from here. You want to go there and talk for a minute?" "Yeah, thanks. I have a million questions." "Cool. By the way, I'm Rik." "I'm Blake." We got to his place and after offering me a bottle of water, we sat down on the couch when Blake asked "Were you chasing?" "No, not at all. Getting pozzed wasn't on my mind at all. Were you chasing?" "Nope. I went to Dr. Woods for PEP after a gun came in my hole. I was freaking out and went to see what he could do." I laughed, "I guess he took care of your problem!" He smiled. "Yeah, he sure did." I asked, "How bad was your fuck flu?" Blake replied, "Dude, that's the best part of being with this club. The doctors will help you through the whole thing. You can go to their place and they'll give you an IV or drugs to make it easier ... if you want." I was surprised. "That's cool!" "Yeah," Blake continued, "I was really fucking sick when I converted, but the club guys helped out a lot. That's when your body is trying to fight off the infection, and that's when you need extra doses the most." "Extra doses?" I asked. Blake replied "You know: more poz cum. You'll take more infected loads the whole time. It's hot." I found his attitude towards seroconversion fucking twisted. Seroconverting only to take more charged loads. I loved it. In fact my cock was straining against my shorts, leaving a wet spot of precum. I couldn't help but notice Blake's cock was also rock hard. "I'm getting totally turned on." Reaching over, I cupped Blake's cock and asked, "Any chance I can taste your poz cock?" He smiled, "I'd prefer to fuck some of my charged load in your hole." I knelt on the floor and pulled his shorts off and then went directly to sucking his cock. His cock was quite large, beautiful, and, of course black. It was quite a mouthful. After working on his cock for a while, I looked up and asked, "Will you breed me? "Rik, let's go to my room. I'd love to get inside you." Tossing clothes off as we walked, we were both naked by the time we got to his bedroom. "How many biohazard tattoos do you have?" "My pubic one hardly shows, so just the one for now." I asked, "It looks so sexy on you. Fuck dude. Did you do the blood donation process, or did you do it the old-fashioned way?" "The regular way. They didn't start using blood until recently. You going to do that?" "Yeah, probably Friday night." "Too fucking hot." My finger traced his ink as I was fantasizing about earning my own biohazard. With his finger on my chin, he lifted my lips to his and we made out for a while. "I got a toxic cock here and I really want to be the one who converts you. How about I get my cock inside you now?" I laid onto the bed on my back and he crawled between my legs. "I love uncut cock. Let me taste you." He went face-down on my hard cock and played with my foreskin. He knew enough to run his tongue underneath it, in order to make it really intense. He reached over to get a little lube for my hole and then some for his cock. He slowly worked his infected cock inside my already ravaged hole. The lube made it feel great. I wiggled my ass around his cock in an attempt to get it in faster. I really wanted to be a bond with Blake. His cock, my third toxic cock of the day, started slow and easy. He was adept at leveraging his cock into my ass. His strokes were full, making great use of his huge cock. Blake fucked my hole like a master. We’d make out for a little bit but his primary focus was getting off. My hole was just a tool that enabled him to get off in. We got into a comfortable rhythm as if we were one. I whispered in his ear, "I'm begging you for your poz cum. Please infect my neg hole." And that did the job. Blake started bucking against my hole like crazy. He was a man possessed, totally focused on how to make his cock ejaculate his toxic load inside my asshole. And it felt glorious. Blake gave a deep inhale, “Oh God ... Fuck, Oh God I'm close.” “Fuck me Blake, do it to me ... fuck me up.” Two more strokes from Blake and he yelled, “Damn!!!!!!!!!” With that my ass was filled as if by a fire hose. I unmistakably felt Blake's ejaculations blasting into my hole, his poz cock shooting cum like a shot gun. It was a beautiful experience. Totally spent, he collapsed in my arms and we both went unconscious for a couple minutes, after which we made out for a while, and whispered sweet nothings, about how fucking random this was, how getting a deadly infection had brought us together, and our prospects for the future. It was awesome. Blake said, "We're a mess. Let's shower quickly. I have a steam shower. You'll love it." He pressed a button to get the steam going, and within a couple minutes it was starting to fog up, at which point he invited me to join him "Come on in, there's room for two." He turned on the waterfall shower and we both took turns rinsing the day off us. He turned off the waterfall and grabbed the soap. As the fog raised, he grabbed me from the back and started to soap me up. His big hands slid all over my body. He reached around and grabbed my dick with soapy hands and started getting my cock to full extension. Oh fuck, he felt amazing. He moved to the front of me and then soaped his hole, asking "Any chance I can get some of the last of your neg cum load? It would be an honor to take whatever you got. Please fuck me!" I've wanted inside Blake since the moment I saw him. Some guys ... you just want to breed them. In this case, I got to do just that. I worked a finger inside Blake's ass, and he loosened right up. This would be fun! I pushed his back forward to bend him over and was able to slide right in. His ass was magnificent. Definitely one of the better holes I've fucked. Since I had cum earlier that day, I needed to up my game and really work up a cum load. I hoped he was ready for an animalistic fuck, because I had no choice but to rut his hole like a wild animal. It was so fucking hot. During the whole time, he repeatedly chanted "Yeah .... Yeah ...." After a little bit, I said, "OK Blake, I gotta blow in your hot ass. I can't hold it any longer." And with that, I gave him any neg see left in my body. He got the last of it. I looked him in the eyes and said, "This was an unexpected joy being with you. I hope your cum infects me. You can be my poz daddy anytime." He smiled and said, "Just wait, with the conversion club, it'll be so easy to breed and gift poz guys. Our numbers are growing and infected loads are everywhere. You'll see." I asked, "Will you be there Friday? I'm supposed to get bred by Brad and Teddy, and they talked about the Blood Donation." Blake smiled and said, "Yeah, that sounds like a great time. I'd love to have more of my DNA coursing through your veins." With a quick kiss I replied, “I’d like that.” And with that, I headed home with visions of Friday night.

just love family sex. had sex with my cousin when I was young. He is married now with kids. I still have the hots for him and his son. would love to poz them during some hot chem sex.

I have been to several when I lived in Berlin as a top. They actually have also party's in Amsterdam,Cologne, Hamburg ,Leipzig ,Mannheim and of course Berlin. The first one I went to was Mannheim. It's a great decadent experience! To c all those holes lined up ready to take cock. The atmosphere is great...there is always a bar where u can relax between breeding and compare and discuss the sluts with other top fuckers. In Berlin and Hamburg there r lots of red mares. Most bottoms r in great shape specially the one in Berlin...there is a lot of great ass to fuck! I normally unload 3 to 4 times...I would recommend the experience to everyone...As a top it's great as there is a lot of ass to fuck. If u go as a mare u def need to be submissive as u need to take a lot of cock no questions asked . Here is lots of competition as there is like I said a lot of quality bottoms.

Maybe not for real but in fantasy I use the "knock you up", "giving you my babies", "make you pregnant" talk with some of my bottoms that get off it. I admit it makes me hot to hear them beg for my seed like that too. Lord knows I don't need anymore real kids though. I can't imagine how many kids I would have by now if men could give birth. Yikes.

To each his own I guess. Bearded here and most men I meet love my facial hair. I like an older bearded man with gray hair as well. I find it sexy.

As the three big guys were focusing on victor I got to my feet. Stumbling I walked out the open door. I walked down the hallway. Still so much fucking going on. Cum was dripping down my leg. I had to get out of there. I found thr stairs and slowly grabbed the railing with both hands as I stumbled down. I looked for the closet found my shirt and pants and pulled them over me. I went to open the door but marcus was there. And shut it. He had a smile on his face as he looked at me. "U cant go some like this." He said. "Youllnkill yourself or someone else and then where will you be?"He grabbed me by the neck and kissed me hard. I went hard instantly. Fuck. I was still riding whatever I was riding still so horny still so fucked up.He grabbed my crotch and laughed, "I kmow what u need, not these fuckers. U need a good adventure. Ure better than them." He grabbed his keys and pulled me out the door. We walked down the empty plaza passed the parking behind to the plaza. There was some apartments and a park area. He walked me through the the park to the apartments andaround the till he got to a particular door. He knocked three times. Waited then knocked again three times. Lights came on in side and the man that answered made me gasp. He was towering. Almost 7 feet had to be. He was enormous. Had giant shoulders chest covered with hair. He was shaved bald and had a large beard. I was guided in by marcus. He and the giant exchanged a few words. And the giant walked to the kitchen lit up a small pipe and began to smoke. white smoke continued to fill the room. I heard words like gift. Service. Continued support. There was laughing and more smoking. Marcus walked over to me and told me I could rest in the room down the hall on the left. I walked there. There was a large business chair there. A computer. And two mattresses laying on top of eachother. No sheets. I crawled kn to them and layers down. Sleep did not take me I felt itchy. Horny. Awake. I rolled around the smelly mattresses. And realized my head was in a stain of some sort. I rolled to another and saw another stain. I looked up and down the mattress. Red yellow pastey stains all over it. The giant walked in smoking his pipe. He dropped his boxers. My mouth dropped too. Swinging between his legs was a 8inch soft dick. If that wasn't scary enough it was already the size of a beer bottle at the base. "U like my dick lil fucker" I couldn't place his accent I said nothing "U can like it now lil slut cuz ull hate it tomorrow" He pulled on it and the enormous veins I could almost see them fill. His cock grew. He went to his desk and put on a web cam. "I like to watch late"r he said. He laid down on the mattresses legs spread and leaned back with one hand he beckoned me forward. "Come on" I crawled to the cock. And it did not fit in my mouth. I looked at his muscled body. And tried again to fit the growing cock in my mouth but I rubbed my teeth and when I tried to cover my teeth with my lips I couldn't get it in. He laughed as I tried to lick the length of the cock side to side. It grew to the length of. 11 inches. But the girth was amazing. Thicker than a can of beer. His giant balls sat on my face as I licked them he was just enormous and muscle all over. I pulled off my shirt and pants and the giant leaned over me and began to play with my hole. Oh god that got me going. He rubbed my hole with his giant digits. It was open it was wet and he easy slipped two fingers in but even he had to coerce a thirty roughly. I moaned and let hum finger fucked me roughly he did not let up just opened my ass. When he finally removed them. He said nothing just spat on his dick repeatedly and grabbed my legs and began to pull them apart. His fat dick head found the hole. I looked at him as he spat on the head of his dick and applied pressure. It was impossible it could. It wouldn't but he didn't take no for an answer. He held my chest down with one hand and my legs with another and pushed and i felt my ass giving want there wasn't a pop. There was a feeling you get when stretching before an exersice. Pulling. Ripping. I began to yell. No I was screaming but he just kept going I could feel his cock ripping my hole. My hole was stretching but slowly too slowly do his speed. Like a rubble band be I pulled and still he pulled e apart. Till finally I felt there be a lil wrapping. After 5 minutes my hole had wrapped around the head of his cock. I couldn't help it my ass squeezed again and again trying push out the giant invasion but it only made him smile and moan." Oh I love it when u do that" he says "ur hole trying to go back to normal but let me tell you. This is gonna be ur only normal from now on." He pressed on I screamed as he took moments to spit on the giant shaft. I was ripping I could feel it. Still he pressed on. I looked down at my groin. There was a giant bulge under my skin right under my dick. He qas stretching my anus so wide it was push in my own cock up. As id I could only feel it I could see where his cock was inside me on the outside. He pressed on. The girth continued to move my insides I moaned and squirmed and he moaned for other reasons and he pressed on almost 20 minutes passed I was hyper ventilating when finally I felt his enormous balls resting on my hole. Rubber bands in my ass. So deep so very deep it was like holes with in my hole were squeezing in patterns j had no control over desperately trying to reverse the destructive force spread in me apart. He leaned back slightly by I felt it like a mountain was moving and pull in me witb it insides out first. He rested and flexed his cock. And I let out a scream and it stretched the rubber bands inside me as if to tell them you can go back. I writhed and let my hands rub my chest my abs and then reach my ass I felt it. The wide protrusion where it lay and the hole that before was so tight was know so wide I needed a second hand to illustrate it He leaned back over me and again I screamed. "Fuck "said the giant " ur so good and u don't even known it yet. " I felt him pull back and it felt like a rake in my insides was pulling them out. Then he pushed back in. My screaming was in unison. My hands failed and finally all I could do was grab on to him and hold on for dear life as he moved me My ass felt wet and stinging but the pain few numb I felt what I new was blood and spit and ass juice and anonymous cum coating my stretched hole and then my crack and then my ass. Finally I heard it. I heard in in my head at least my ass gave way. Every muscle in my ass completely relaxed. The rubberbands inside grew limp and the giant groaned and entered me balls deep and it felt like a slide and not a rake. My body relaxed and he groaned again and he slide into me balls deep. I moaned not screamed. My eyes and mouth were wide and onlooker at the beast at the body fucking me and felt lost and euphoric. I shut my eyes as time slowed. As I opened them I saw him moving I felt him moving in me I saw my body tensing my muscles moving with him." Oh my god" I moaned "Fuck yeah ur god. "Grunted the giant His thrusts were gaining speed but his climax seemed not to be anytime soon I was screaming but in ecstasy now. My toes ass and hands clenching all over every muscle squeezing and he fucked faster and harder. Beads of sweat were dropping from his face right above me as his body began to sheen. Sweat was dripping from him onto me. His speed still increased harder harder harder header he was slamming me I was yelling and all he said is your gonna get it you lil slut ur gonna get it . We were both covered with sweat deeply then I felt it. His balls pulled up his body tensed. I could feel his cock pouring not shooting pouring cum into me. I felt it fill me. I could feel every rope and glob as he pushed it so deep into me I thought I could taste it. He pulled out of me and rolled over. He was gasping for breath. My body was numb and limp. I couldn't feel my legs I couldn't move my feet. I reached down and tried to rub my thigh s thinking but it did not come. I laid there and breathed till I passed out

"Nothing nothing" Garrett answeted. "Everythings good" I looked from anthony to Garrett and knew it was not alright. "Whats wrong." I asked again. I looked at the bottle of g ateorade that I just drank from and it hit me. "What was in the Gatorade. " Anthony sighed " don't worry. We forgot which bottle had it. But u should be ok.' "What was in the bottle" i asked again "Just a lil ghb. It'll fine. " I heard anthony whisper I think at the end. "U should probably just not drive right now." Great im stuck here! I thought I could feel the effects. I tried to think of how much I had. My brain told me I just needed to sleep it off but I could not have picked a worse place my body was on alert for any new sensatin. "Where's howie" I asked "could he take me home?" "We haven't seen him." Anthony said "we were actually going to look for him when we found u. Look just stay here well go find him and im sure he'll take you home." they left. minutes later I could feel the ghb kicking in. I felt awake but asleep. Drunk and horny and everything I touched felt good.I heard them say that they hadn't made the mix. Or did I dream it. I couldn't stand the noises. Ills go downstairs I told myself but when I walked out thr door I couldn't remember which way the stairs were. I stumbled and tried my best to make my way but there was a haze I couldn't see though. Suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around me and damn did they feel good. I tried my best to turn but lips met the back of my neck and a tounge moved from my nape to my lower ear then back down. I shuddered. "I want u so bad" said the voice attached to the hands. I t was dimas. God his strong arms. Mine wete bigger I knew I was stronger. Then I felt something thick andb hard rubbing up my thigh climbing between my legs and resting nude my balls I moaned and arched back. Fuck it I thought Fuck it all. Fuck me. "I am gonna fuck ur brains out.. "it was only then do I realize my internal dialogue was external and even that didn't bother me. Dimas moved me into a room. I could hear others fucking inside. The smell reeked of sex. Sex and something else. There was a thickness to the room as dimas positioned me out on what felt like a couch. My arms on the back rest and my knees were you should sit. Then suddenly thats when I felt it. A warm wet mouth between my ass cheeks. He was eating me out. When did I get out of my underwear. I couldn't care. "Yeah baby none of that matters" I heard him say behind me "Oh fuck " I just moaned again and pushed and arched my back further into his mouth. He ate harder and rougher. I didn't care there were other people in the room. I didn't care when someone was positioned next to me in my same position. And being fucked to the rythem of Dimas's eating. I just wants it so bad. I pushed my ass back and back and grabbed the couch and moaned while his tongue dug into my ass. His hands spread my ass and his tongue dived deeper into me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Then my moaning prayer was answered. I felt his fat cock push against my hole and he popped in his head. I felt my hole suddenly stretch around the thick fat head of his uncut cock. I moaned and did only what my body told me to-do. I pushed back. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks and I heard him moan loud like a growl as I sunk my ass on to him and began to act as I had so many times before. Something I had reserved for one guy I was giving up to dimas. Oh fuck god yes I said as I pushed back but this time dimas pushed forward and I felt my ass hole stretch deep inside. My head knocked back and my mouth was wide my body tensed as he reached balls deep and when he pulled back only to slam me again again I convulsed again. And again yes he slammed into me. Yes I moaned and he dove. Yes and yes his hand slapped my ass hard and rough. He slapped me while he drove my hole. Fuck. Yes was all I could say and think. The body next to me pulled me toward him while I was moaning I thought to kiss me but instead I inhaled a sharp nasty smelling smoke deep into my lungs I coughed and gagged. But the lips kept kiss in me insuring I had deeply breathed in the fume. My head went buzzy and my body felt light and hot and wet so much pleasure I just kept moaning the body next to me pulled me over again and this time I inhaled and kissed and I pulled the other slight body ro me and pushed him under me. Oh bodies moanjng as now dimas was taking turns slamming my ass then fucking the boy under me. God he felt so good. I was in heaven. Then while he was in the mist of fucking men i heard dimas moaning and slapping my ass felt his balls slapping my ass. He pulled out and I felt ropes and ropes of cum being shot in my back my ass and my hole. He rubbed his dick into the streams of cum and dipped them into my ass he continued to fuck me with his cum do a bit and said fuck yeah I breezed ur ass fucking good. He yelled and others cheered a wooded and he finally pulled out. I expected to get off the couch. Someone helped me off. But instead of helping me out of the room, I was laid down on the bed. My legs were pulled up. And pushing into my hole was a new unfamiliar Cock. I looked at the tattooed chest above me the thick arms holding my legs in place and then felt a thicker not longer but much thicker cock pushing into me. i resisted but only a little. my body was writhing in pleausre my mind in confusion. In rejection but as the man picked up speed my mind was persuaded