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Part 4 　 I headed out to my favorite bar then. For some reason, being a Saturday night, it was dead as hell. I ended up going to about 4 different bars and they were all deader than I could remember them ever being. Not a thing going on and the few girls I saw were not the type I usually went for at all. I had a drink in each bar but was just getting more and more frustrated at the lack of anything going on. I had not had sex in at least 3 weeks now and I was in need badly. The last bar I went to, as dead as they all were, I downed my drink, hit the toilet to take a well needed piss and decided to head for home. No use spending money for nothing I always thought. Arriving home, I headed in to my place, noting that the new owner seemed to still have all his company there. I went to the kitchen to get a beer and there was a knock on the door. I answered it, to find Hank standing there in his short shorts again. He said, "I hate to bother you this late, but I am about out of ice and wondered if you had any to spare or would be willing to run to the store for me to get some?" I told him, "You are in luck tonight as I just bought a bag of ice and hadn't opened it, yet. You can have it if you want." He said, "You are a life saver. I could sure use it. I will replace it tomorrow if that is ok? We are just drinking a little more than I thought we would." He then, just reached out and grabbed me and gave me a huge hug. I could feel that huge cock of his poke me when he did that. He then pulled back and said, "Sorry about that. Just overwhelmed a little by your kindness." I got him the ice and as he was leaving he said, "Hey, that offer is still open, if you want to come over and have a drink, too." With that he was off to his place. I went into my livingroom and turned the TV on and drank my beer. Then I got up to get another one and realized it was the only one I had and didn't even have a bottle of booze in the place as I had meant to pick up some on the way home with a hot date. Now, I was thirsty and nothing to drink but water, ugh. I thought about it for a couple of minutes and then decided to take up neighbor on his offer and at least I could get something to drink. I headed out the door and over there. I knocked on his door and he opened it up. He looked surprised but invited me in. He said, "I didn't think you come by, but come on in and have a drink. One of my friends is a dancer and was just going to give us a demonstration. Hope you won't mind as he gets a little erotic at times with it." I told him, "That was fine, I just found out I was completely out of anything to drink and thought I might as well impose and get a free one." He opened the door more and waved me in. I entered and found that basically everyone there had not much more clothes on than Hank did. I was somewhat overdressed after being out all evening. Hank asked what I wanted, indicating that he had quite a bit of almost anything. I told him I usually drank Rum and Coke. He said, "That is one of my favs too and always keep that around." He headed to his bar and soon had one fixed for me. He indicated a chair, telling me it was where he had been sitting but he could squeeze in next to one of his buddies on the couch, since one was going to be getting up to dance anyway. The one going to dance got up and seemed to have more clothes on than the others did. He put in a cd and told us this is the one he danced to the most. The musice started and he was soon dancing to it. He seemed to be pretty good. As the first song came to an end he was working up quite a sweat and kicked off his shoes. By the end of the second song he had pulled his socks off too and by the end of the third one he had his shirt off and was really getting into the music. As I sipped at my drink, it dawned on me that his dance seemed to be good but was also intermingled with some quite hip gyrating moves also, almost like a sexual thing. His fourth song was definitely of a hard slow beat and he was then really gyrating and moving back and forth around the room to the others and almost thrusting his hips into their faces. I finally decided he must be a 'stripper' or something like that. He was then actually pulling each guy he came to by the back of their heads into his crotch area and rubbing all over their faces. As his 4th song ended, he was back in the middle of the room, and grabbing his pants jerked on them and they came right off as they had snaps on the sides I had not noticed. He was now down to only a very small gstring jock strap. My mouth just dropped open as he had a hard on that looked to be a good 10" sticking straight up out of the top of his jock. I took a quick look over at my neighbor and he and all the others were applauding and cheering. My neighbor, stood up and I could tell that his shorts were sticking straight out and he seemed to have a hardon too. I was shocked and had forgotten, for some reason, that Hank was gay and probably all of his friends there were also. He turned to look my way and walked over the me. He said, "Oh, hell, I forgot you were straight. I didn't even think about it. Sorry if that shocked you. If I had remembered I would have warned you before he started."

The doorbell rang at 8:30 PM on chilly wet Thursday evening at the start of long four-day Easter weekend in mid April. I left work at 4:00 PM that day and headed home, where, upon walking through the door, I witnessed my housemates, Chris and Will frantically rushing about preparing for a trip they had booked at the last minute to Greece. When they decided to look at going away I couldn’t get all the time off work and I would go with them later in the year. Their cases packed they ran out the house to head to the airport, closing the door behind them. I looked forward to four days of bliss and doing nothing. Will sent me a text telling me they were boarding the flight, followed by a text from Chris which read "Sorry to do this as it slipped my mind at the time. A guy called Barry may come at 8:30 PM. Please give him my apologies and I will contact him when I get back.” Typical, I thought. How typical I should be asked to clean up his messy arrangements. I had some dinner and sat down to watch a film. Chris was a bit of a put it about town guy, whereas Will quieter but still a sex maniac. I was 26 and just a normal guy at 5’8", average build, not such a sex maniac but enjoyed a good love maker. Just after the opening credits had passed, and before the main action commenced, there was a knock at the door. Opening the front door I was greeted by a male voice asking “Oh, hello, is Chris here?” “Are you Barry?” I asked. He nodded in reply, and, noticing he was wet from the rain I invited him in explaining “I am sorry but Chris is on a flight to Greece, last minute holiday booking.” As he looked and muttered thought it was to good to be true, I explained again that it was a very last minute thing. I offered him a chance to dry off and made a coffee. Barry was late 40’s 5’11” slim build with a mohican style haircut cut and goatee beard. He took his coat off and sat down as I handed him his coffee. We chatted a while and he had travelled five hours on the train and was set to spend the weekend with Chris. “That’s unusual for Chris to invite someone to stay the weekend. What were you planning on doing?” I asked out of interest. “He wanted to spend the time having me breeding him to knock him up.” Not quite fully understanding what he meant I asked him to explain it a bit more. “He wanted me to bareback fuck and shoot my toxic seed into his arse all weekend,” Barry replied. “You was going to poz him?” To my shock he nodded in affirmation. Being in his presence was quite intoxicating and dangerous I thought, still I asked “Are you heading back tonight?” “No, last train has gone.” “Well you could stay over and head back in the morning,” I offered, thinking that it should be fine. He gratefully accepted my invitation, stepped over to me and thanked me with a kiss on the cheek and a cuddle. Did I linger to long or did he as I still had my arms wrapped around him as he looked at me and smiled “Do you like to make love or fuck?” he asked, taking me by surprise. “More love making,” I replied as he gently caressed my cheek with his hand and his mouth moved towards mine he kissed me on the mouth tenderly several times. “I don’t bareback at all though,” I pointedly explained. He continued his tender kissing moving down my throat and back to my mouth where his lips parted as they rested on mine his tongue flickered in to my mouth and I was swallowed up sexual prowess. We made our way to my bedroom as he kissed me more deeply our mouths locked together as he started undressing me and himself till we stood naked. He gently pushed me towards the bed until I fell on to it, looking up at his hairy chest flowing down to a beautifully erect eight inch thick cock. I felt his cock on my lips as I gladly took the head in to my mouth licking and caressing moving up and down the shaft I noticed a slight salty taste of precum as I continued to massage his cock with my mouth. He pushed me back till I was laying flat on my back and climbed on top of me and continued to kiss me deep and slow. By now I was totally in his power and finding him more and more sexually attractive. His legs started to move mine up around his hips into the missionary position, as he did so I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my hole as my hips pushed upwards. Still lip locked he took my responsiveness as a sign I was ready as his hips gyrated positioning the tip of his cock on my hole, the pressure increased and my hole parted as his head slipped in my back arched up at the pain. His kissing arousing me even further as I felt a bigger surge of pain as he started pushing his thick shaft deeper into my arse until the searing pain stopped and I relaxed. He positioned his arm around my neck to hold my head as he moved his head towards my ear breathing hot air he whispered “I am going to make love to you properly,” he murmured, looking into my eyes as he started slow gently rocking of his hips against mine. Catching my breath I involuntarily moaned. His mouth sought mine with a new tenderness and we became one as our bodies entwined his paved quickened. The pain began to hit again as we had been making love for nearly half an hour and his hips were thrusting forward with more power and speed, he released me from our kiss as his mouth moved to me as his arm around my neck pulling me in tighter he began moaning and grunting louder and louder as his hips bucked and pounded into me. I was lost in ecstasy begging him to make love to me, he let a guttural moan “I’m breeding, yeah, I'm planting my seed in your beautiful body." His hip slammed against mine grinding away as I felt his cock give a big jolt as my arse filled with his warm seed, pulsation after pulsation of seed shooting in me as he held me tight and deep on his cock. He kissed my neck and found my mouth again as we locked together again. We lay together as he turned the light out and fell asleep. As morning came around I woke up to find him lying on his back, as I turned on to my side I felt him roll on to his side coming up behind me his arm went around my body he kissed my neck. I felt his stiff cock rubbing at my arse before he gently eased it in to my hole and pushed me on my stomach. He positioned himself and fucked me hard and rough. The discomfort I was feeling made me struggle slightly which he seemed to enjoy as he started pounding harder. As he moaned and kissed my neck as I felt his cock twitching as it released another toxic load in to my body. Laying on top of me, his cock buried deep inside, panic came over me as I considered what I had just done. Sensing as much, he cuddled me, calming me whispering sweetly in my ear “You're mine now, I own you." Completely seduced by him he asked me if I wanted him to stay until Monday as he enjoyed making love and knocking me up. Against better judgement I agreed, knowing that I was letting this real man make love to me planting his toxic seed inside me. The weekend turned out to be amazing as the sex was very spontaneous as there was no fumbling around for condoms.

Part 5 　 I really had no idea what to say, really. I kind of turned my head a little as, sitting down, Hank's cock was sticking straight out at me tenting the hell out of his shorts. As I turned my head, I found I was looking directly at the dancer now and his cock seemed to be like a snake sticking up. He was in the process of taking off his jock completely and it almost made Hank's huge cock look small in comparison. Hank stepped back then and I stood up. I told him, "Looks like you guys are getting a little busy now, I better head over to my place." As I turned to go, I noticed a couple of the guys, on the other side of the room, were already naked and playing with each other's cocks. I turned back to Hank and noticed that the dancer was already on the couch with the other two guys and one of them had that huge cock in his mouth and the other guy seemed to have his mouth buried in his ass and I noticed that the dancer seemed to have a large biohazard tat on his back just above his ass crack. Hank said, "Really am sorry about that if it shocked you. We kind of meet up about every couple of weeks for a 'sometimes' sex party. Didn't mean to have it actually start while you were here though." He went on, "Looks like I'm the odd one out at the moment." and laughed. He then escorted me to the door. As he opened the door he said, "Thanks for not freaking out much, I really appreciate it." I said, "Don't think anything of it. No harm done." He said then, "WOW, you are so understanding and nice." I turned to go, when he grabbed me from behind in a huge hug. Again, he was thanking me and was just overwhelmed. I could feel his big cock against my ass and it was right in my crack. He held me close for a few seconds and then let go saying, "You are much nicer than about anyone I have met in a long time." I turned and couldn't help it as my eyes went down to his crotch for a second. He noticed and said, "sorry about that too. That dance was really hot and I am still thinking about it and it won't go down. Nice isn't it?" With that he reached down and dropped his shorts and it sprang up, hard and fat. I couldn't help looking again, and then noticed he had a biohazard tat just above his cock that I hadn't noticed before. He said, "I better get back in there if I want any fun. You take care and come over anytime you want to." I turned and went home to my place and was soon in bed and fast asleep.

Yesterday I fucked an American Student who lives in a halls of residence not far from my office, this is the second time I fucked him, hes friendly, a ten minute walk away and cum hungry which is all good. I had had a stressful day and emptying my balls into his ass felt good before I went back to the office.

PART 7 　 I got back in my car and just drove around for a bit, wondering what I was doing. I could think about nothing but cock in my ass for some reason. A week ago, I had been completely straight and no real thoughts about gay sex and now here I was with at least three loads of cum up my ass in a week. Damn, it had felt so amazing. I had just let some anonymous guy fuck me in an adult store through a hole and had loved it. My ass was on fire and I felt I needed more. What to do? I found myself pulling into a park here in town. I pulled over to think some more. I got out and made my way to a picnic table. I had brought along a can of Coke and opened it and was sipping and trying to wrap my head around what I was doing and what I was going to do. I was thinking so hard I didn't notice that another car had pulled in and a guy approached the table I was at. Then he was asking if he could join me and sit there also. I just kind of nodded ok without paying any attention, really. Then it dawned on me he had sat down on the same side of the table as me. Glancing his way, I noticed he was sitting astride the seat with one leg under the table and the other somewhat straight out on the other side. He had on shorts and as I looked I could clearly see that his cock was hanging somewhat out of one leg of his shorts. It looked to be quite large and I could not take my eyes off of it. My ass was still tingling from just being fucked about a half hour before. As I looked I could see it start to come up some. He saw me looking and stood up and dropped his shorts off and as he did his cock was really starting to stand up. It was big. As I tore my eyes off of it and looked up, he was smiling and motioned for me to follow him. He kicked the shorts completely off then and started walking towards a pathway. Mesmerized, I got up and just followed along. We got just a short distance down the path and it widened up and he stopped. I walked up to him and he, without a word, reached out and I let him start pulling my clothes off. I couldn't seem to move. He soon had me naked and himself as well. He I turned my head to look back and he lined his cock up with my hole and just thrust in in one lunge. The last thing I noticed before it was covered up by my body was that he had a tattoo just over his cock that looked like a biohazard sign I remember seeing. Then he was deep inside me and I was groaning in the fantastic feelings he was causing my ass. He started somewhat slow but that was just a few strokes and then he was pounding my ass with a fury. Every thrust inward he would grind around and then back out till just the head of his cock was still in me and then back in hard and more grinding like he was drilling for oil or something. It was amazing. My own cock was soon hard as a rock too. He kept up the drilling for a good ten minutes and then all at once he pulled out. He leaned over me and finally spoke, "You are loving this aren't you? We had to make sure it really feels good forever." He then thrust at least three of his fingers up my ass and ground them around hard and as he pulled them out I felt his fingernails drag out and I almost screamed from the agony. He then rammed his cock back in me hard as he dropped his hand in front of my face and I could see blood all over his finger tips. He was again destroying my hole with his pounding, hard and fast and deep and still grinding into me. He then said, "I'm getting close now. Get ready. Here comes my nice poz load up your ass." I had no idea what he was talking about but as he was cumming my own cock erupted too. He ground in me hard for a bit and then pulled out. As we straightened up he said, "I hope you enjoy my nice gift." I said, "I am loving cum up me now." He said, "Not the cum but what is in it." I said, "What do you mean, do you have an STD?" He grinned and told me, "Kind of one. I have AIDS and now you will too. That's why I scratched your ass up good to make sure it took." I could only just stand there in shock as he put his shorts back on and took off.

And you can fuck right off with your judgemental childish crap! Not that it is ANY of your business but I take prep because it's an agreement I have with my partner. He understands that I find poz a turn on but I take prep to protect HIM! So fuck off and dont judge on things you know nothing about!

Memories of Summer. Looking out the window at the rain and seeing the expanse of grey outside. Grey sky, grey buildings. Even the people hunched over for protection and hurrying past seem grey. I can't help but let my mind wander to brighter days and inevitably I feel my cock swelling and my hand idly drifts down to grip myself as I let my thoughts go back to summer. It was hot. Which here is noteworthy in itself, but today was the hottest I could remember. The kind of heat which no matter what you do always leaves you prickled with sweat. Even just moving from room to room felt like hard work. Still, things to be done, places to go and all that. Fuck that! I had just finished showering after a workout at home and at some point the shower became longer as I unconsciously began cleaning myself very thoroughly as if I already knew the direction the day was heading. As I towelled off I could already feel sweat beginning to bead across my shoulders and forehead and I came to the conclusion that today would be an outdoors day. No work until tomorrow and anything that needed doing around the house could damn well wait. Today was going to be for me. Returning to my room I grabbed a light linen shirt and matching trousers. Lightweight and easy movement for the weather. Dropping those onto the bed and reaching for my underwear drawer I decided against socks but grabbed a jock and slipped that on. Taking a brief look in the mirror and enjoying the way my arse was framed by the straps, I dressed and grabbed a pair of walking sandals. Before leaving the room I quickly grabbed a small bottle of lube and bottle of poppers and slipped them into my pocket. Be prepared I've always believed. Grabbing my keys I opened the door on the day and the full force of the heat hit me in the face like a wall. Damn, I hadn't realised how well my house had been blocking the temperature outside. I headed for the car and cranked he a.c to full and stood with the door open for a few minutes just so I could actually sit in the drivers seat and be able leave with some skin on my back. Next time use the garage I thought to myself as I climbed in and headed for the road. I'm quite lucky in that where I live is still relatively rural but close enough to the city that everything I want is in easy reach. Today I wanted green spaces, preferably with secluded areas, and the potential for long isolated walking. I knew just the pace. About 20 minutes later I pulled into the car park and was a little downbeat to see how easy it was to find a space. I had hoped it would be busier. Still it was early yet and I didn't plan on leaving anytime soon. I grabbed a bottle of water from the car and locked it down then headed to the first pathway of my day of leisure. I chose this place because it has a valley walk alongside a river, cool in the heat, wonderful scenery and a reputation for what can go on in the bushes. Miles and miles of woodland to choose from interspersed with wide open spaces. Having been here on several previous occasions I knew where the popular haunts were but was in no hurry to scan each. So I carried on walking and enjoying being in the open air. After a short while I saw a bench facing the river and decided I would sit for a bit and watch the world go by. Or at least let the day catch up with me. So I sat, sipped my water and watched the river flow lazily in front of me reflecting the few light clouds that were scudding by, just as lazily, above. I think I must have been in a trance because I heard the crunch of gravel on the path as someone walked in front of me. I hadn't heard their approach at all. I looked up startled from my daydream state and saw him. 30's, cropped hair, very fit. He was in a white vest top, matching jogging bottoms and trainers. I would have figured him for a runner but he was walking slowly. Clearly enjoying the day in his own way. In any other situation I might have unkindly put him in the category of guys who you don't know if they are going to mug you or fuck you. But he just walked on by and I glanced him over letting split second fantasies formulate as he passed. As he neared a bend in the path about 50 metres down from my seat I nearly choked on my water as he stopped and glanced back at me before disappearing from view. I'm not necessarily a master of these things but some signals you just can't miss. Whether it was a combination of the guy and the heat and the situation I don't know? I was hard from the moment I stood to the moment I reached the corner where I lost sight of him. I was certainly heading into whatever was around that bend willingly. As I reached the point in the path he had looked back at me I could see some considerable way down the path ahead and it was empty. "What the fuck?" I muttered to myself. Confusion grew as I looked around. Was he just fooling? Had I conjured the guy from my dreamlike state earlier? Just as I was about to give up and return to my seat I saw to the left an overgrown path that led deeper into the woods. Ok then, back in business. I guessed this was the route he had taken and I followed without a second thought. Being the height of Summer everything was at its lushest and greenest. The growth was full and the air was rich with that strong earthy organic smell you only get in thick woodland. As I pressed on under the trees I realised how much darker it was. Possibly I had become accustomed to the bright sun on the path, but in here it was like another world. The humidity was higher too, I could feel myself sheen in sweat as I walked. Glad for the light clothing I had chosen I kept on hoping to catch sight of my mystery man. I couldn't see any sign. I decided to just follow the most obvious pathway and hope but I couldn't deny my spirits dropped when he wasn't easily apparent. Moving through the dusk light world beneath the trees I came to what I can only describe as a thicket within the woods. A denser group of trees that seemed to be in a circle almost making a room. Intrigued I stepped in through one of the wider openings to have a better look. My curiosity almost outweighed my libido at this point. The trees must have been planted like this, no way this was a natural occurrence at least not that I could see. Remarkable though it was it didn't help me with my search but it did provide another opportunity. I had been drinking water pretty much constantly since I left the house so I put the trees to use that men have always put them too. It felt good. So good in fact I didn't just shake I let my hand slide up and down my rapidly hardening cock feeling the freedom of being outside but unseen. I hadn't resigned myself to simply jerking off it was just that it felt right to enjoy myself a little before I returned to the pathways and my search. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out the bottle of poppers and unscrewing the lid I took two deep hits. Letting the warm glow flow through me I sealed the bottle and felt my inhibitions float away. With one hand back on my cock my other hand unfastened my shirt and I began pinching and twisting my nipples letting the pleasure build and build. "Fucking jackpot! I knew I wasn't wrong about you." In my popper buzz and current state of arousal to say I was stunned by this is an understatement. I spun around and saw him again. There with me in this wooded shrine. Me shirt open, hand still on my cock not knowing which way was up. I stared at him. He was even more gorgeous up close. Dark eyes, a spray of stubble over his strong jawline and a grin that could easily become a sneer. This was someone who knew how good they looked. "Don't panic, " he laughed, "Anyone in these woods is here for the same thing right?" With that he lowered the front of his bottoms and out sprung eight inches of thick, solid meat. His foreskin was partly back and the tip was already moist with precum. He stroked it a couple of times and I swear it got harder. I must have licked my lips. In fact I know I did because he laughed and said, "Like what you see then?" I just dumbly nodded and did what I had been wanting to do since I first set eyes on this stud. I fell to my knees and took hold of his thick cock and began kissing and licking that shaft. Fuck he was so hard. I don't think I've ever held a more solid cock in my life and more importantly he seemed more than happy to just let me enjoy it with my lips and tongue. I worshipped every inch of that dick, tasting the mix of precum and sweat that was now all over his length. I licked and teased his balls and worked my way up to his tip. Pulling his foreskin back and running my tongue all over that knob, stroking his hardness as I made love to it with my mouth. I was in cocksucker heaven. "Fuck me, I never would have pegged you as a bottom. You are though aren't you? A good fucking slut!" I never talk with my mouth full but I moaned in assent around his beautiful cock as I took him as deep as I could. He put his hands on my head, the first time he had touched me, and fucked my mouth for a few strokes before pulling out and tilting my head back. Leaning over me he looked into my eyes then spat into my open mouth. Smiling at me he pushed his cock back between my lips and said, "Just testing the waters mate, wanted to see what kind of slut you are." I could only moan in pleasure as a shiver ran through me. This was already more than I hoped the day would bring me. Whilst I sucked him, or rather he fucked my face I slipped my shirt off and managed to slide my trousers down revealing my jock to him. He whistled but didn't comment beyond the noises he was making while enjoying the way my tongue was washing over his cock. When I reached for my poppers he grabbed the bottle from me and took control even more. He held them for me and made me take several hits as I bobbed on his rock hard meat. It didn't take long before I was spinning out in lust. Gagging on his cock as he pushed me to my limit and soaking him in spit he kept me going for some time. Always when I seemed to regain a little focus he made me take another hit. Pulling his cock from my mouth he told me to lose my trousers which I did so easily. My sandals and trousers joined my shirt on the floor leaving me in just a jock. Exposed, and so fucking lost on poppers. Easy prey for the wolf in the woods. "Turn around and let me see that arse slut!" It was a command and I obeyed without hesitation. "Fucking nice." Was all he said as his hands worked over me, kneading my flesh, spreading me. I just moaned like the slut he kept calling me and pushed my arse back for him to play with more. "Nice arse like that needs to be fucked doesn't it?" I could only manage to whisper, "Oh God!" Knowing that I would do pretty much anything this man said. He spat on my hole and worked his fingers into me. Two fingers straight away with only spit to lube the way. He worked them into me for about a minute before he pulled them out and made me suck them. "Good to see you keep yourself clean too." Then I felt him lean over my back pressing his whole body against me. I could feel that hot prick nestle between my arse cheeks and he started rubbing himself back and forwards. Reaching around me he held the popper to my nose again and made me take hits. One. Two. Three. Four. Oh fuck I was lost and somehow I knew it. When he started speaking I already knew how this would end. "I really want to fuck this sweet arsehole. Want you to feel my hard cock all the way up inside you like I know you want. But I don't have any rubbers. We can play in all sorts of ways and I can even tease you with the tip if you like but we really shouldn't fuck." As he said this he was rubbing his precum slicked dick up and down between my cheeks, teasing it over my hole. Pressing to it then sliding away. I was a moaning wreck. Flexing my hips to his movements to try and increase the contact and make every touch of his cockhead last longer. "You really want it don't you? You want this dick in you don't you slut?" I don't think I was even capable of speech by this point but I could nod and moan in delirious pleasure. "Well maybe just the tip is ok, it won't hurt if I just put the tip in you for a bit." I managed to raise my head a little and point to where my trousers were, "lube." It was all I could muster but he put my hands back on the branch in front of me and laughed. "With all the poppers you've had my precum and spit will be more than enough for you slut." With that I felt pressure on my arsehole and then the glorious sensation of thick cockhead opening me up. I pushed back, I always push back, but he held my hips and just left the tip resting in my hole. Reaching around me he began twisting my nipples and making sure my popper high stayed topped up. Here I was out of my mind and naked in the woods with a complete stranger who had his raw cock teasing my hole. I had never been hornier. The back of my brain knew this was insane, that I should try to get myself together, but it was no use. Lust and poppers always wins. As he pulled my nipples I couldn't help but arch my back and flex my hips. This naturally started me bucking on his cock and working him deeper and deeper into my arse. Eventually he whispered in my ear, "Balls deep in you slut, I guess you really wanted this after all." I didn't think it had ever been in doubt and it took me a while to realise he meant that I was taking him bare. My hole was so full and I felt so complete bent over in that place. Then he started fucking me. It started slow. His hips rocking back and forth slapping into my arse cheeks as he moved. I moaned in approval at he friction, the pressure inside me. I pressed back as he pressed forward. Then he was speeding up. Pushing down on my shoulders making me arch my back, letting him penetrate me deeper with his raw fuck tool. Pretty soon he was slamming into me with long deliberate strokes and I was loving it. How could I not? The pleasure was too much , my own untouched cock had been leaking so much fuck juice since he started fucking me, I needed this. Somehow despite his thrusts he was still making me take poppers as he fucked me and keeping up a litany of fuck talk in my ear. All the while his thick cock was ruining me in the best way. "I knew you'd be a dirty fuckslut when I saw you. Knew you'd be taking my cock before the day was out. Fuck your hole feels good on my dick. Going to breed this hole so fucking good. Make you take my load all the way inside. Have another hit bitch, fucking good. I love the way you clench your fuckhole when you breathe in those fumes." For my part I was pushing myself onto every one of his thrusts and grunting in animal pleasure each and every time. I had gone beyond caring about being heard or seen all that mattered was the glorious prick buried so far inside me. I managed to croak out a few yeses and fuck me's but otherwise I had been reduced to a mindless fuck toy by this amazing fucker. "Going to shoot in you slut, you want that? Not going to let you have it unless you say." He started to long dick me at this point, long hard thrusts of every inch of his cock tearing into me and making me shout out in pleasure. "Say it bitch!" He spat at me, "Tell me how much you want this load breeding you?" I raised my head as he bounced me on his cock and stammered, "I..I...want it" "Want what slut?" "Oh God! I want your load." He fucked a few more strokes then said, "Yes thats a good bitch, you want this thick load up your arse don't you? You want me to breed your hole right? Going to knock you up with my cum you fucking slut!" He was fucking me so hard it must have given me an adrenaline shot because I couldn't stop myself from shouting out, "Fuck yes breed me! Knock me up! Make me take all your cum!" "That's it slut take it take all of my dirty cum in your fuckhole! Going to give you so much poz cum in your cunt. Take my bare cock you fucking dirty bitch!" As he shouted this he slammed his cock into me deep and reaching under me grabbed my cock and wanked my cum out of me as his own cock throbbed inside me flooding me with his toxic load. He pulled out of me and straightened his clothes. As he left he said, "Fucking lovely arse mate. I ever see you here again I'll breed you anytime." I pretty much collapsed naked to the floor, breathless and speechless. I could feel throbbing from my arse, my nipples and my cock. I was dumbfounded that I had just let that happen. I could feel some of his cum leaking from my well used hole and my own load had soaked my jock leaving undeniable proof of the pleasure I had felt. Even as I gathered my clothes together and dressed I couldn't help but repeat to myself, "I've just taken poz cum. I've just been bred." As I walked slowly back to the car I could feel my cock thickening again as I replayed my morning and I knew I would be coming back for more. The end.

Growing up as a kid in the city was awesome with all the sights and sounds that you could see and hear. Our family was big with myself, my sister, our parents who between them had ten brothers and sisters or aunties and uncles to us kids. At the age of 10 I loved the holiday season and the big family get togethers. I looked forward to it and hoped that my parents would enjoy it as they had endured a year of hell caused by one of my dad's brothers. They had been careful not to talk about anything in front of us kids so we did not what was really going on or with who. We set off to our grandparents' house for the family shindig and, by chance, we were more-or-less the last to arrive, as all of our cousins and older relations seemed to be present. We gathered in the lounge, chatting and enjoying pre-dinner drinks. I noticed that the atmosphere was somewhat subdued. Vinnie my older cousin was sat next to me. He was 16 and, at least in my eyes, a bit of an idiot. Still I turned to him and quietly asked what was going on. Fixing my gaze with a stare, he mouthed the word 'later'. An hour or so later we sat down for dinner and things slowly got back to normal. By then I noticed that Uncle Pete was missing from the gathering. Uncle Pete is my dad's youngest brother. At 20 years old he had gone college and landed himself a pretty good job. In terms of family dynamics Uncle Pete always seemed to be the odd one out. He was also physically somewhat different as, unlike most of the family, he had black hair, piercing blue eyes, at six feet was taller than most of us, and had a jock build as he had played quarterback in college. Being 10 the curiosity got the better of me. Desert was being served when I asked across the table "Where is Uncle Pete, is he not coming?" Spoons dropped into bowels as the adults looked over at me and my grandma replied "He is coming over later for an hour, his work is keeping him busy." Conversation was swiftly moved on to other subjects so us kids finished and left the table and went to the lounge. Vinnie came over and asked if I knew what was going on. Learning I was out of the loop, Vinnie quietly told me Uncle Pete had fallen-in with a bad crowd of people, and had come-down sick as a result of 'doing things his way'. "I always liked Uncle Pete," I told Vince. To my astonishment he replied "Don't get let him like you too much in return," as he turned and walked off to chat with another family member. I was somewhat mystified by Vince's mysterious remark, but when, at 9:00 PM Uncle Pete turned up in the lounge with all the adults, he extended a general greeting, dropped off his presents, and in short order was off. That was the last I saw of him until I was 19, at which time I was in college, living in the dorms as it was an hour drive from home. In the years between the somewhat mysterious Christmas party and my 19th year, I had developed in a lot of areas: I was tall, my hair was jet black, and my eyes, like Uncle Pete's, were an odd shade of piercing blue. Moreover, during the last three or so years I had been going to the gym, consequently buffing up a bit, but more so just to keep myself looking fit. I decided to take up swimming a bit more, so joined a gym that had a pool and was only a 15 minute bus ride from campus. The swimming time also gave me a little escape time from college and friends, although I often was accompanied by a couple of college mates who were gay, and who would lightly flirt with me to and from the gym. I certainly didn't mind their attention, seeing it as harmless fun. We got along very well. One day returning to the campus from the pool one of the guys mentioned 'Bluey the sex god' and how his absence from the pool was an occasion for disappointment. "Bluey... what sort of name is that?" I laughed at them. The guys described 'Bluey' as exceptionally fit, with deep blue eyes and mentioned he openly gave the other men at the pool the once-over, including, as it turned out, me, although I hadn't apparently registered him. One of the guys also remarked "You know, you have the same blue in your eyes as Bluey." Quite involuntarily my eyes widened, and I found myself staring at my buddy until he smacked me on the arm remarking "Any way, Bluey is a tainted lover. He's forbidden fruit." With that the guys laughed as the bus arrived at the campus. I finished lessons at 4:00 PM one Wednesday and decided to head over to swim a couple of miles. As I walked in to the pool area I was surprise to see it was quite busy but still I got in a set of on my two-mile swim. As I finished I stopped in the shallow end of the pool to take five, just as another swimmer pulled up, "Hi", he said as he caught his breath he removed his swim goggles to piercing blue eyes. "Matt?" Returning his gaze I immediately recognized Uncle Pete. "I see you ended up with the my hair as well as my eyes," he laughed. I was overwhelmed to see him and gave him a hug. We exited the pool, moved to the locker room where we changed as we chatted away. I explained I was at campus down the road. He mentioned he lived a scant three blocks away, inviting me to catch-up over coffee at the little coffee shop across the road. We sat down with our drinks and I asked him "Why have you never been back to see us?" "It's complicated" he replied but I kept pushing him as I reminded him I was not longer a kid, "You don't need to tell me your no kid anymore you are quite a stunner now, how many girlfriends have you had?" he asked, he caught me off guard with that question "Oh, I have a few girls that flirt with me constantly at college, I went on a date with one of them but, I don't know, it just didn't seem to be right so we just remained friends. How about you? Are you married yet?" "No, I had one relationship but that went sour big time so I am just playing the field at the moment," Uncle Pete replied, giving me a quick grin. I couldn't get over how attractive uncle Pete was at 29 and how he had kept his fine physique. We exchanged phone numbers but he was careful to remind me not to tell anyone in the family we were in touch otherwise they would flip out. I decided to stay on campus more and more at weekends and this Saturday I was going to Uncle Pete's for dinner and as promised I told no one in the family as our relationship had grown stronger and I loved being around him. Uncle Pete answered the door, surprising me somewhat when I saw he was wearing nothing more than Lycra shorts. Of course I undertook a surreptitious glance at his body, buy my eyes stalled at his crotch as the Lycra outlined a bulge that looked like it was trying to free itself from the Lycra confines. "Hell I feel overdressed!" I joked. "I have another pair if it will make you feel comfortable" Uncle Pete replied laughing as we moved in to his beautifully decorated home. Two wine glasses appeared and a bottle of red wine, "Are you allowed to drink?" he asked. "I guess I can have a glass," I replied, he sat down next to me and we clinked glasses, he still made no attempt to get dressed properly. I kept ribbing him about it so he got up went to down the hall to the bedroom came back and threw a pair of Lycra shorts at me. "Here put these on then maybe you will shut up," giggling as he said so. Setting my glass aside, I stood, stripped off my clothing, all of my clothing, and was pulling-up the Lycra shorts when Uncle Pete exclaimed "Wow!" Chuckling, I responded "Hands off until I'm drunk," which Uncle Pete apparently found amusing as he chirped in reply "Deal." Hell, the Lycra was tight as it slipped up over legs and around my waist. I felt quite exposed, yet simultaneously incredibly sensual. Somehow it was easy to get used to the Lycra, perhaps because we were similarly dressed. In any event we had a delicious, light dinner and as we sat at the table I interrogated him again as I sipped on my third glass of wine feeling overly warm and giddy. "So are you going to tell me what is going on, no one in the family will talk about it?" I asked in a serious slurring tone. "Well the family don't accept my lifestyle and the choices I made." I leaned back in the chair "Do you fuck around with guys?" I blurted out and blushed at the same time. "That's one way of putting it," Uncle Pete replied, adding "You know you are in so many ways like me when I was your age. Perhaps you haven't found out who you really are." I contemplated his statement as the alcohol crept throughout my body, leaving me slightly dizzy. Suddenly the name Bluey bounded to the front of my brain as it all started making a drunk kind of sense. As we moved in to the lounge he sat on the sofa and I collapsed next to him and he put his arm around me and pulled me close. In one movement I found my hand stroking his chest as his lips touched my forehead. We sat in silence for a few minutes in our drunken state "You will have to stay here the night, I can't let you go back to campus in that state or you will be expelled." I let out a low sigh and nuzzled in closer. I move my hand across his shorts and his cock which by now was even more pronounced through the Lycra. He stood up and dragged me to my feet as he guided me to the bedroom where I promptly collapsed face down in the middle of the bed. I felt the Lycra slipped past my thighs and crotch and hear them as they fell to the floor in a muffled sound. Suddenly I felt the hands running up and down my legs as they were being gently pried apart as a warm flow of air ran over the hole of my arse, a sensation of deep pleasure erupted in my body as my Uncle licked at my arse hole, caressing in slow circling motions. I lay there, clawing at the sheets, as the intensity grew as low guttering mumbles escaped my mouth. I was powerless to resist. A sharp pain erupted from my arse causing by body to twitch as he aggressively penetrated me with two fingers twisting his wrist around. As the pain grew a burning sensation hit me, causing me to snap back to reality asking him to stop what he was doing, but I felt his hand pushed in to my back holding me down as he twisted his wrist left then right in rapid succession as his fingers were digging in to my arse scratching sharply at the anal wall. Just as suddenly as it started, Uncle Pete withdrew his fingers. A sense of stillness enfolded around me even as he pushed me my legs apart, his body enveloping mine, his arms wrapped around my neck and chest as I felt his hips rising up. I felt a stabbing at my hole. An increasingly excruciating pain shot through my pelvis up my spinal column, causing my hands to clench a fist full of bedding as his hips came crashing down. I may have screamed and bucked, but his power was overwhelming. He tightened his grip on my neck and chest, his cock now fully embedded in my arse. His body rocked back and forth over my back and arse as his hips pushed down and up in a continuous rapid motion. "Stop, please," I slurred, but not a word escaped form his lips as he continued fucking my arse, gradually picking-up speed and intensity, his feet now hooked around my calves, pushing them further apart, which gave his hips more leverage. His pace accelerated as his cock ripped through me with every thrust. Uncle Pete gave a jolt as his body shuddered he moaned loudly as he released his tainted seed in to my body, his hips pushing my arse down and deeper in to the bed, my tears flowing freely on to the pillow. Even now he still had me pinned down - I couldn't move. He rolled on his side still holding my body tightly in a spooning position he feel in to a deep sleep. The alcohol had subdued my pain and agony and I drifted off in to a induced sleep. I woke as sunlight streamed through the window my head felt like a brick. I tried to move, but Uncle Pete's arms were still wrapped around my chest, although his cock had slipped out of my arse at some point in the night. As I moved his arms he mumbled and turned over. I sat up and noticed a pink dried patch on the bed where we had been laying. Stepping into the bathroom, I threw up several times as I knelt on the cold floor tiles I placed my head against the wall tiles for the coolness. Beginning to return to normality Uncle Pete came in to the bathroom and gave me a glass of water "You will be dehydrated, you drank a lot of wine last night." "What did you do to me?" I asked shyly. "Actually we sort of made love." I got in the shower and as I ran my hand over my arse, feeling a soreness such as I had never before experienced. I kept trying to run through what had happened but the pieces wouldn't fit together. I dressed had a coffee and made my excuses to leave heading to the bus stop back to campus. I kept a low profile for the next few weeks but gradually became aware the odd person would stare at me in the canteen. Judging by the way groups would look over at me then hudde back together, I suspected a rumor was circulating that somehow involved me. One day I was seated with one of my gay friends, so I thought to ask him if he knew of any rumors that involved me. My friend took a deep breath and replied "The rumor is you slept with Bluey from the pool." "Actually 'Bluey' is my Uncle." "Yes, everyone knows he is your Uncle and that you had unprotected sex with him - for which he is quite notorious about amongst the gay community." Thank god it was the last day of college for the summer. Although Uncle Pete texted me, I didn't reply to him. The next day I had my belongings packed and was ready when my parents arrived for the ride home. "How was college?" they asked. "Fine. I passed all my exams. Oh, Dad, would you put the air-conditioning on? I feel light headed and hot." By the time we pulled up the driveway I was sweating profusely, so I went to bed, and then spent a few days laid-up with flu symptoms. By now I began to realise Uncle Pete had set out to deliberately to enact his revenge on the family for having ostracized him. It was simply my bad luck to have been chosen. Still, over the following years my resentment cooled and he helped me through a lot things personally and professionally. We became very close and would have sex on a regular basis. I even raped him one night and now it has turned in to a game of who can rape who.

You make it sound as though we’re all actually Vers, but some of us just don’t want to play fair. That’s nonsense, akin to telling a gay man he could take sexual interest in women if he would just put his mind to it. I am a sub bottom. My libido does not fire up on the thought of penetrating another man - to me, that is a dominant trait, and I do not have a dominant personality. Only on the rarest of rare occasions will another man match my chemistry in such a way that I could fuck him, but almost invariably I simply cannot maintain an erection to do it because it doesn’t flip my switch. From what I’ve been observing lately, there isn’t actually a shortage of Tops or bottoms - people just aren’t connecting. I go to bathhouses (where, face it, everybody is there for a little action) and I watch men sit around in silence like wallflowers not saying a word to each other, everyone waiting for someone else to make a move, and most of them go home from the meat market dissatisfied and complain that nothing happens there. What’s the matter with these people? I, on the other hand, am writing this from my hotel in Indy one hour after finishing a marathon gig at the bathhouse where CumUnion was held tonight, and I was fucked *24 times*. This is because I and the Top who very graciously pimped me out took the time to actually talk to people and proposition them. I find that most men, when invited to fuck something, do, if they are the fucking sort. We’re not all the fucking sort. But you’re never going to get into our pants unless you ask.

I was new here in town. I needed to get a physical exam for my new job so I asked around and one of my neighbors recommended I go see Dr. Kendrick, over on 10th. I called to make an appointment and a few days later I headed over there. Dr. K had an office right there in his home, a cozy-looking house set back from the street. Inside the front door was a small waiting area. A sign on the wall said to take a seat until I was called. After a few minutes a door opened. First, a young man about my age came out and hurried for the front door. I remember that his face was red and sweaty. Maybe he had seen the doctor because he had a fever. Next, Dr. K stepped into the waiting room and said, "You must be Larry. Larry Hicks? Come on into my exam room." I followed him into a bigger room. This one had a desk, a couple of chairs, cabinets and, in the middle of the floor, was a medical exam table. "Why don't you start getting undressed while we talk? You can leave your boxers and shirt on for now." So, I took off my socks and shoes along with my trousers, shirt and underwear and put them on one of the chairs. "Hop up on the table," he said, and tell me what I can do for you." As I explained my reason for the appointment he began making notes of our conversation. He asked my age, which was 19, and inquired about my medical and family history. All the while he poked and prodded me, working his way through the exam. Eventually the questions turned more personal. "So, are you sexually active, Larry?" I reddened a bit and said, "Not much. I've only done it a couple of times." "That's not a problem," he said. "Now...when you think about having sex...you know, when you get horny...do you mainly think of having sex with women or having sex with men?" Seeing the shocked expression on my face, he continued, "It makes no difference to me, young man. I just need to get a complete picture of your situation." "I don't know," I said, "I guess maybe I'm gay. I've only done it with two guys." "Well, if you're unsure, we can certainly help you figure that out. Do you like having your penis sucked?" I nodded. "Do you like it when a man puts his organ in your mouth? Do you like to pleasure him? Do you like him to ejaculate in your mouth? And do you swallow his semen?" Guiltily, I nodded "yes" to each question. "Well, at this point, I think it's safe to say that you are an homosexual." I blushed. "Now, as for anal sex...are you the insertive partner?" He glanced at me. "Hmmm! No! Probably not! So, you're the receptive partner, right?" My cheeks burned bright red and I could only look at the floor. So...you are what's commonly known as...."a bottom. In plain words...you accommodate the needs of other men. Excellent!" He smiled warmly! "Let's move on! Do you have any Sexually Transmitted Diseases? Herpes? Syphilis?" "No," I stammered. "Are you HIV-negative?" "Yes! I mean...I guess so." "Well," he said, "we have to be sure. We'll get you tested for everything. Then I can give you a clean bill of health." He did the pinprick and drew some blood. "Larry, I'm running a little behind. While we're waiting for your results, I'm going to put you in the next room. Bring your stuff. You can leave your boxers and shirt on for now." He ushered me through a doorway into the next room. "This actually is my bedroom," he said, and indeed, there was a large bed situated against one wall. "I use this as a second exam room when it gets busy. It's quiet and private. Have a seat there on the bed and make yourself comfortable. Mrs. Shaw is just stopping by to get her flu shot. It won't take long. I'll be back in about 10 minutes." He retreated to the first exam room and closed the door behind him. I sat down at the base of the bed and began to wait. In a few moments, I heard another patient enter the room next door and I could hear the murmur of their conversation. A few minutes later I could hear Mrs. Shaw departing. After a few more minutes, Dr. K came back into the bedroom. "Good news!" he said. "You're completely healthy. Your HIV test was negative. I hope you're not disappointed?" I was a bit confused. "What did you say?" He smiled back at me. "Oh, nothing...let's finish up the exam. You seemed a little unsure about your sexuality. You know...your preferences and needs. So, let's find out!" With that, he reached out and placed his palm against my chest as I sat there at the end of the bed. He pushed firmly, causing me to lie back on the bed cover. "I want to check your responses," he said as he began unbuttoning my shirt. When he was finished, the shirt fell open, exposing my chest and stomach. Without any warning, he reached out with both hands and used his fingers to firmly grasp my nipples. As he gave them a short but sharp twist, I moaned involuntarily, "Uhnh!" and my mouth remained open in an O-shape. My body reacted strangely in other ways as well. My back arched, pushing my chest towards the doctor's hands. Also, my knees jerked, pulling apart and upward towards my chest a bit. Dr. K stepped smoothly into the gap between my legs, thereby preventing them from closing. Dr. K's smile got bigger. "Well, well! That's interesting." He twisted the flesh trapped between his fingers once again and said, "When I apply pressure HERE, look what happens. Your legs spread apart and your mouth opens wide." And that's just what happened. As my legs parted, he pressed even closer to me. He leaned forward and placed his right hand on my face. Two fingers aggressively entered my mouth and started exploring. "This is VERY NICE," he said. "Even better than I had hoped for." I could only try to gurgle a response. Dr. K's voice remained kindly but his eyes seemed to harden somewhat as he looked down at me. "Raise your hips, Larry! Come on...haven't got all day! Let's get these off you." With that, I felt his free hand tug on my boxers. They slid off my hips and down my legs, finally brushing past my toes as they fell away to the floor. "There...that's better! You won't be needing them for a while." His fingers continued their rough invasion of my mouth and I felt his other hand cup my balls. He used his thumb to stroke the head of my dick in a circular motion. I response to his ministrations, I could feel my cock begin to lengthen and swell. "Your reflexes have proven exceptional," he announced. "Can you tell that your penis is becoming erect? And your nipples! My Lord,...we've already seen how responsive to stimulation they are." As if to prove the point, his hands descended on my nipples again, his fingers pincering them forcefully. I was helpless as my mouth opened again and my legs twitched further apart. Now, THREE fingers were jammed into my gaping mouth. "We've conclusively established that your sexual responses are HOMOSEXUAL! Now we should discuss your HIV status. I know that you tested negative this time, but it's well known that many gay men secretly regret being negative. For many reasons, every day, men like you choose to become HIV-positive. I imagine that you must have given it thought, haven't you?" With his digits swirling around inside my mouth, only garbled noises came out in response. "That's what I thought," he continued, as if I had somehow agreed with him. "Let's help you decide! Let's say you were gay...which you are. And you were a submissive bottom...which apparently you are. And your status is negative...which it is. And you desperately wanted to be HIV-positive instead." He now looked at me. "Is that right?" "Anngh! Gruhhh! Mmmpph!" He looked at me quizzically. "Does that mean, 'Yes'?" I tried to lurch upright, but his hand on my face kept me pinned to the bed. The doctor nodded, "See! I knew that deep down, you might want that for yourself. The question is...what can we do about it? Hmmm?" He stared at me. His eyes didn't seem very friendly any more. In fact, I felt like the doomed bird transfixed by the serpent's gaze. "Let's figure this out together. Here's a test for you. I just want you to answer honestly. Nobody's judging you here, ok?" Although the alarms in my head hadn't really stopped, I nodded my head. "Good! SO, let's say you come to me seeking my advice about becoming HIV-positive. I might ask you the following: "If you were to be helped in converting to a positive status, would you want to be infected, or 'assisted' if you prefer that word, by one man alone...or would you prefer to be infected by several men at once? Of course...you'd be in a sling for comfort." I was lying on the bed, unable to speak intelligibly and unable to sit up. My shoulders drooped in resignation. Maybe I should just play his game and see what happened. I gently prodded his fingers with my tongue. He got the hint and withdrew them so I could be understood. "I....I....," I whispered. He asked, "What?" As he leaned closer, his fingers gave each nipple a sharp little pinch. I gasped, "one man...ONE MAN!" He squeezed HARDER! "Say it ALL!" he commanded. Utterly under his control, I moaned, "I...I'd want...ONE MAN...one man to INFECT ME!" "I was hoping that's what you'd say. That's all you had to do, Larry...just ask!" I could hear his free hand fumbling with his belt. His other hand left my mouth and I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered followed by the whisper of his pants as he pushed them down. He cupped my balls again and my dick, no longer neglected, stiffened rapidly. Dr. K leaned over and covered my mouth with his. His tongue entered me, controlled me. "You don't have to be afraid, Larry! I'm going to take care of you. We're going to do this the right way, baby. His mouth trailed down my chest and belly. Upon reaching my cock, he engulfed it with his lips and began sucking up and down my shaft. Heavenly! Too quickly, he broke free and brought his face back up to mine. "You know...I've given many guys like you their first fuck...right here on this bed. And I given many guys their first condomless fuck...right here on this bed. In fact, I've given many men...men just like you, Larry... their first POZZING...right here on this bed! Pozzing...that means taking a man that is HIV-negative and introducing the active virus into his system, turning him HIV-positive. It's a privilege to be the one that helped you to understand your need to convert to positive like so many have done before you." He continued,"Nothing could be simpler, more natural and more normal than for two men to share their fluids like this, in order for the negative one to convert. Let me show you. "Open your mouth!" I didn't have a choice because his fingernails scratched across my nipples, making my mouth open. He leaned over me and slowly spit a few long gobs of saliva into my waiting orifice. "Now...Taste it!" I ran my tongue through his spit, letting his juices mingle with mine. "And Swallow it!" he ordered. I meekly complied. "See how natural that was?" I could feel the head of his dick bobbing around, pushing into my ball sac, leaving a trail of gooey precum wherever it touched. Suddenly, I felt warm liquid washing over my belly, running back down over my cock and balls onto the bed. "See, Baby! See how natural that is? How good my piss feels on you? I'm sharing that with you as well." My mind reeled with the thought that, by sharing his fluids, he was merging himself, his very DNA with me. ""The best comes last!" he hissed. His penis zeroed in on my hole. The head, still leaking precum, nudged a bare half inch into me, and stopped. "There!" he whispered. "I'm inside you and I've already left a tiny bit of fluid behind. A little HIV is already growing inside you. Do you want MORE?" All I could do was whimper! "You have to SAY IT!" he said. "YES!...I want more!" With that, he eased in and started up a slow steady pistoning motion. He growled, "You want my HIV? You want me to fuck my HIV into your neg pussy? SAY IT!" All the while his thrusts picked up speed and power. My voice got louder. "YES! Fuck me with your HIV! Make me positive! POZ ME!!" By now, he was banging into me furiously. "I want you to remember that someday....someday when you have AIDS...that it's MY AIDS inside you. I'm the one that infected you, put my virus in you. And YOU...you did what a Poz Bottom was supposed to do...you just SPREAD YOUR LEGS and BEGGED ME FOR IT!" He yelled as he began to blast his viral sperm deep within me. I could almost fell the bug attaching itself to my sensitive rectal walls, starting to grow. Dr. K rolled off of me and stood up. He bent over and gave my ass a loud smack. "I've probably knocked you up. I'm pretty potent because I don't take any HIV medications and my viral levels are always very high. Just to be safe, let's give you an appointment in 3 months so you can come in and get tested. My promise is that I'll keep fucking you until my virus has claimed you.

I was out of town on business. Of course, I stopped in at the baths. It was half price lockers and rooms that night. So even though it was a weeknight, the place was packed. I had a lot of fun. Sucked a couple of cocks, got fucked by a so-so guy...just to get things going, and fucked a couple of willing holes in the steam room. But I held my nut. Still, I was feeling very randy and my inhibitions, if I had any by that point, were fully suppressed. I had just finished fucking a boy and headed to the shower. And there he was...barrel chested, massive arms, broad shoulders, a bit shorter than me, red hair, blue eyes, MAJOR beard, and random tattoos EVERYWHERE that seemed to float above his pale skin. Stunning. And the fucker had a damn thick fucktool hanging between his legs and HUGE balls. Just scorching hot. He was standing there in the shower rinsing off and chatting-up who I assume was either his buddy or his most recent fuck. I wasted no time. None. Too much competition around for me to play it cool. He didn't even see me walk into the shower area. I walked directly up to him and grabbed his fat swinging meat. He turned to me. And before he could say a damn thing, I leaned in close, eye to eye, and said "Room 221...NO LIMITS. ANYTHING you fuckin want!". I held his cock and his gaze for a moment longer, letting him know I meant what I said. The look in his eyes and the feel of his fuckpole told me my message had been received. I turned and walked away before he could say a word. I went back to my room and waited. Stroking my cock in anticipation. I didn't have to wait long before he walked in, his towel dropped to the floor and so did I. I hit my knees and sucked his beautiful thick meat. He seemed to like it, but it wasn't getting him too hard. Abruptly, he turned around, put one foot up on the mattress and parted his ass. NOT what I had expected. But OK. I started licking his freshly washed fuckhole. Pink, tender, and oh so warm. I rarely eat ass, but this guy made me want it. (His being freshly washed certainly helped.) "Fuck, man - put it in me" he growled. OK...not what I was looking for, but also not a problem. As I had laid down some good spit and I was rock hard, I slid right in and pushed my entire weight against his. Be began cursing me. Actually growling. Ordering me to get on with it. Commanding me fuck him. So I did. Oh yeah...I did... I fucked him standing, bent over, legs up and a couple of other ways I cant even remember. And as I fucked him he became super hard. All the while cursing me out like a sailor. The more I long dicked him, the filthier his language, and the harder he got. And I mean, that cock was hard as steel - a nine inch wrecking bar. Suddenly, he ripped himself away from me. Quite violently, really. Then pulled me up to him. There was fire in his eyes. “Gonna pound your fuckin’ cunt!”. He spit those words at me. “Understand?!”, it was NOT a question. He smacked me hard across the face. I was stunned for a moment. He took control of my body; with absolute authority he pushed me to my knees on the rack. “Gonna split your fuckin pussy!”, he hissed as he brought his cock up my crack. I had no time to lube his cock or my hole. In a hot second he punched himself into me and was all-out pounding my hole from behind with THE HARDEST DAMN COCK I've ever taken. Sweat providing the only lube I would get. I was breathless. Overwhelmed. Pinned down by his steel rod pistoning into me without mercy, I flailed under him. He got loud - I got loud. He got louder. My senses were overwhelmed. I was sweating like I never had. The room was an oven. I opening the door. I was getting the fuck of my life and I needed to be seen...seen being used like meat. The doorway quickly filled with admirers. “Game On, Fuckhole!”, he sneered wickedly at me as his holewrecking intensifed. And he absolutely ravaged, RAVAGED, my cunt...viciously fucking me. Urgently, savagely - like a piece of meat - he yelled out “You like this, fuckhole? You like being used like a BITCH?!” He was a man posessed. He was assaulting my hole. Angry fucking with a vengeance I had never experienced. I fought to catch my breath. He slapped my ass - HARD. This was an animal charging up my hole. A force of nature, unstoppable. His rail splitter destroying my cunt. "THIS WHAT YOU WANT? THIS HOW YOU NEED IT?!”, he yelled. “Yeah...yeah...use it...take me...breed me...”, I stammered. My hole being absolutely wrecked. ”Oh you’re gonna get it, fuckhole....and you’re gonna get SOOO MUCH MORE!” As those words passed his lips, a long string of precum practically poured out of my turgid cock. I moaned at the prospect of this animal charging up my cunt. “Do it, fucker! Do it! CHARGE ME UP!!” I cried...I begged. ”You want it?! YOU WANT MY TOXIC LOAD, FUCKHOLE?!” I could tell he was barely holding it back. ”DO IT, FUCKER! PAINT MY GUTS! POZ. MY. FUCKIN. CUNT!” That’s all he needed. He dug his fingers into my flesh and he let loose an primal yell as he filled my wrecked pussy with his toxic load. Over and over he spasmed and spunked inside me. He churned his cream into me. Then he leaned in and growled in my ear, “I just fuckin’ POZZED your ass”. And that’s all it took - for the first time (in a long time) I shot a hands free load. Mind blown. I was gone. We, both of us, fell onto the rack - panting. My hole destroyed and distended. Wrecked. Beleive it or not, a smattering of applause came from the half dozen of so men watching at the door. We both had forgotten about them. “Thank you...thank you...don’t forget to tip your waitress!”, I announced as I closed the door. We had a really good laugh at that. An honest hearty bellylaugh. He was smiling sweetly through the thicket of his beard. The demon that had destroyed my hole was gone. The fire in his eyes was quenched - now a beautiful cool blue. My god he was beautiful. He pulled me against him. We lay there catching our breath. He ran his fingers on my wrecked, distended pussy...making me moan...making me whimper. We chatted awhile. Turns out; he is a natural top, actually hates getting fucked. His cursing me out? Not a show. But he can only get hard enough to fuck if he's been fucked first. Takes all kinds, huh? I told him how hot he looked in the shower, how fucking majestic his cock is, and how awesome a fucker he is. He actually blushed at that. This bull of a man BLUSHED at a compliment. Wow. All the while, his finger circled my pussylips...absently...like he owned it. And in fairness, he had every right to do so, for this bull of a man had claimed it like NO man ever had. He told me about his tats. He said he liked to my no nonsense attitude and complimented me for not pussying out on my no limits promise. That he rarely got to go balls out savage like he just had with me. He said that sheepishly. I thanked him for the recharge. He liked hearing that. After awhile, we stood...there was that awkward moment when he was about to leave. And then, he leaned in and kissed me for the first and only time...tenderly. His hand, that earlier had felt like a vise, softly caressing my face. It was a sublime moment. And then I watched as he walked down the hall, his towel draped over his right shoulder...the bare bulbs overhead causing his red hair to intermittently blaze, and his perfect white cheeks to glow as he passed under each one before turning the corner and disappearing. Neither of us asked the others’ name. I still think of my Red Bull.

Last week I was so damn horny I needed to get off and I wanted to get off sooner than later! Sometimes I get like that when my cock controls my brain. I just can't think of anything else but getting off. I needed to cum so bad. I tried a couple apps. Nada. I tried bbrts and squirt. Nothing. There were a couple guys I chatted with but they were looking for hosts. I was mobile and couldn't host anyway. I decided to head to the ABS and see if I could get any relief. I go in and pay my dollars and get a bunch of tokens. Guys are there but hanging out around the dark corners and walls. A few booths are busy. There are a couple guys chatting. I'm checking out some hot asses and the guys are checking me out too. I'm not sure there is any interest though. I go into a booth with a nice glory hole and drop my pants. I'm playing with my cock and watching some bad porn with condoms and hoping for a mouth or ass to take me over the top and give me relief. No takers. Couple guys look but leave..Damn..don't they know I'm in heat right now and need some? I head to another booth. This one has a large glory hole and I decide that I am going to j/o and if someone wants my load then great, if not at least I'll get some relief. It's like that sometimes..Some days I get my fuck buds hitting me up. Some days I'm hearing from guys on grdr or bbrts or squirt. Other days nothing. I'm concentrating on my cock and how good it feels stroking it to a fuck film when I hear the door to the other booth open up. Someone steps inside and looks down. Ok, I think go ahead and leave I know you're going to... but he doesn't..He puts his mouth against the hole and his tongue slides through..Oh Yes!! I need it so bad. I slide my hard on in the waiting mouth. He starts sucking me harder and harder getting my dick nice and wet. It feels so great. I think to myself "if only he'd turn around and his ass was against the hole I could plunge in!" As if he heard me (I swear I didn't say it out loud did I?!!?) My dick is in the hole and I feel his ass cheeks brushing my cock head..Oh yes please, please you wonderful bottom you!!! I feel him back up on my cock as I shove it forward as much as possible. I'm inside in a flash and don't ever want to cum out. It feels so silky smooth. I think we both moaned in pleasure at the same time. I am going inside and out of his hole just fucking and loving it. My cock is in heaven because it found a new home for the next few minutes..We are working up great friction and my cock is swelling. I shoot a wonderful load deep inside his warm soft hole. I am so happy now..I keep fucking and he makes no attempt to pull away. We keep fucking and now I feel my wet load inside him. He is moaning and groaning on the other side and I just keep fucking. My cock starts to spasm and I shoot another load (not as big) deep inside. I'm shaking from the relief. Slowly my cock gets softer..I become human again..I mumble thanks as I pull up my pants and leave. I clean off my cock in the bathroom and leave with a huge shit eating grin on my face and my cock finally relaxed..at least for awhile till he takes over again. But I do love him..he brings me so much pleasure.

I hadn’t been the best brother in the world to my sister, Jane, since our parents had died three years earlier. My life was hectic and I travelled plenty which meant it was rare for us to actually be near each other long enough to meet up. I did talk to her by phone often especially after her divorce as she had struggled for a number of years with Ethan, her teenage son. When we eventually arranged to meet, it was over the coming weekend as I’d not seen her or Ethan since our parent’s funeral. I knew Ethan had just turned 18 but when I finally laid eyes on him I was really shocked. Not in a bad way, in a very, very good way. First I should say I’m 42, gay and had definitely been the black sheep of the family. I am also HIV+. My sister was four years younger than me and had married young and to her school sweet heart Jamie, who, after several years, turned out to be a right fucking cunt. They’d had one child, Ethan who it seemed had, in recent years, had been bullied by his Dad for some unstated reason, and his mother had had to keep the peace. I encouraged her to boot the bastard out, which she eventually found the courage to do. My life revolved around work but I was also constantly and insatiably hungry for cock. I didn’t mind where and who (so long as legal) and the more at once the better. I don’t know who had knocked me up but I’d been living with HIV for 10 years now. I had kept myself in shape since my teens and still had a reasonable six pack and good definition. I also kept my body smooth and luckily had yet to find a grey hair so I did look younger than my age. When I spoke with my sister, I invited her to stay with me in my London flat for a few days so we could catch up properly. When she arrived, I had a very pleasant surprise as she was accompanied by Ethan. The original plan was that he would stay with friends, but apparently his plans had changed, and truth be told, my eyes must have been out on stalks because Ethan had grown into a very good looking teenager. He had short blonde hair, a bit of a nice tan too. Blue eyes and perfect white teeth. His smile lit up his face which frankly, was absolutely beautiful. My ex-brother in-law was a cunt but he’d sired a very hot young stud. I embraced my sister and shook Ethan’s hand and welcomed them in. Considering I’d not seen them for so long it was like we’d not been apart. My sister was keen to chat but I had to admit I found it hard to stop staring at my nephew who besides being very eye catching had removed his jumper to reveal well defined arms which clearly belonged to a toned body. I knew it was wrong but my cock was semi hard and my mind playing out all sorts of scenarios. I don’t think I was imagining it either but I was getting a few glances from Ethan too. We sat in my large lounge with its views over the Thames, drinking wine. Jane had commented how her ex had maltreated her, when Ethan chimed-in with the blunt statement “He was also such a cunt to me." “But why?” I asked looking at both of them. I never liked Jamie at all to be honest but I never saw him as particularly evil and certainly not to his own son. Jane shifted a little not saying anything but Ethan looked me in the eye, answering “He found me making out with my boyfriend." I was a little taken aback, to be honest I had no idea Ethan was gay but I looked at my sister who just nodded back. I guess the family gay gene was alive and well. “So he’s a homophobe?” I asked “Too right he is, the wanker” Ethan replied with clear hatred for his father laced in every word. “Oh Ethan, he just didn’t know how to deal with it” Jane began but Ethan got angry and glaring at his mother, “And beating me with his fists was his way of dealing with it?” he retorted. “What?” I interjected angrily. “He didn’t mean to," Jane replied, glaring frantically at us. Ethan, however, interrupted with an emphatic “Mom, he did it to both of us. Stop making excuses for him.” Ethan was very agitated by now. I looked at them both as tears poured down my sisters cheeks and her son sat red faced and fuming. “Okay, guys, time out,” I said in my best management style. “I didn’t know all of this Jane. You should have said something,” I started. Jane, however, correctly reminded me “Why? You were never around for us after Mum and Dad died. You were off on business while I had to face it all on my own,” she managed between sobs. I couldn’t argue with her. She had a point but it had brought the afternoon down to a shitty low point. “Okay, well, look, let’s start anew. I’m here now,” I said smiling at both of them. We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening catching up, with the tone lifting considerably. I cooked them both a nice meal and by the time we were ready for bed their moods had been totally uplifted although, I couldn’t help notice the many times Ethan had touched my hand, arm, back and yep, even my ass. My flat only had two bedrooms so I let Jane stay in the guest room and I handed Ethan a blanket and pillow, pointing to the couch. “Trust me it’s comfy, I’ve slept on it loads” I said. He thanked me and took them and I left him to retire to my own room. It had been a long day but I still couldn’t get my sexy nephew out of my thoughts. I stripped, climbed into bed and turned on the TV,choosing to stream some hot twink/daddy porn in which a hot lad was taken roughly by a hard daddy type. I watched for perhaps half an hour, slowly wanking my rock hard dick when I heard a faint knock at the door. Turning off the TV, I rose out of bed, pulled-on my robe, and opened the door, honestly expecting to see my sister but there stood my nephew wearing nothing but his briefs. He was stunning. Teenage six pack and perfectly defined body which was completely hairless. “Uncle, can I talk to you?” he asked at the door looking at me pleadingly. I looked at him for a moment before realising what he’d said….”Well, errr yes, sure come in,” I replied. He came into my room and shut the door behind him. He walked over to the bed and sat down. I stood with my robe open and I could see he was checking out my defined muscle chest. “What do you want to talk about Ethan?” I asked also finding it hard to not look at his perfectly defined upper body and perfectly clear skin. “I err,” he began looking down at the floor, “I know you’re gay too” he started. “I haven’t been able to talk to anyone about being gay. Mum wouldn’t talk to me and Dad would just shout at me,” he continued. I watched him with a mixture of utter lust as well as feeling terribly sorry for him. “Can I talk to you about my feelings?” he asked finally looking up at me. I smiled back at him and came and sat down next him on the bed, put my hand on his. “Of course Ethan. Anything you want," I replied in as even a tone as I could manage. He looked into my eyes and smiled back at me. “Is it true you are HIV positive?” he asked. I hesitated momentarily before answering, “Yes.” He looked at me for a long time before speaking again. “Will you breed me?” he asked. I was totally shocked to be honest although I was also excited too. “Ethan you’re young. You don’t want HIV…. not to mention I’m your Uncle. What the hell would your mother…. my sister say?” I blurted back. He stared intently at me, seemingly not at all embarrassed. His right hand moved and rested on my leg. My rock hard cock actually twitched. “Uncle, I like older men and I only like to fuck raw. I know I'll eventually convert, but I'd rather get it from a man I like and trust, and who I think is hot,” he explained. I didn’t reply straight away either. I stared back into his eyes and my lust was beginning to overpower my shock. My extremely sexy nephew wanted me to breed his cunt with my seed. The irony being I was actually having a few problems staying undetectable at the moment so my seed was pretty deadly right now. “Ethan you’re extremely hot, I can’t deny it but you’re asking me to infect my flesh and blood,” I finally replied. A smile broke out in Ethan’s young beautiful face. He leaned slowly forward to me until our faces were millimeters apart and moments later we were kissing passionately. I couldn’t help myself. He was exactly the sort of twink I’d happily fucked and infected in the past, but this time a family member wanted my deadly seed. I wrapped my hands around his body and pulled him to me and within minutes had one hand down his briefs and feeling his quite thick and substantially rock hard cock. He may have been 18 but he seemed very experienced and forward. I guess no different to how I was at his age. Eventually we broke off the kiss and I pulled my robe off so he could see me naked. He stood and dropped his briefs to let his thick eight inches swing free. He was stunning. I knew I would be ploughing him for hours to come. Luckily I’d had my bedroom sound proofed as, having had many a naked slut tied to my bed, screaming while I’d inflicted my particular blend of depravity on him, I decided discretion was prudent, so I had spent quite a bit of money to ensure the outside world was unaware of my play time. So, I knew I could fuck Ethan without his mother hearing anything but still the electricity between us was unlike anything I’d ever experienced: I would convert my nephew and what was more, he wanted it. I pulled him back on to me and our naked bodies wrapped around each other as I reached down to probe his smooth asshole. Ethan was happy to be led by me and clearly was the subservient type which suited me perfectly as our tongues once more probed each other’s mouth. I forcefully pulled him up and fully devoured his cock as he groaned to my touch. I sucked him for no more than five minutes before he began to groan, cumming hard into my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his load. As I expected, his cum was delicious and plentiful. I smiled, devouring my nephew’s first load. Young pups cum quickly but often which pleased me. I forced him round and he fell down on my cock as we now 69’d. He devoured me rather expertly for a teenager and I rimmed his smooth mancunt getting my tongue deep inside his lovely hole, followed by a finger or three. He moaned as I invaded him for the first time and his expert ministrations blowing my cock was getting me so horny. The need to pump a load into his negative hole was paramount. After ten minutes I pulled him forcefully round and we kissed hard again as he straddled me. My cock erect and now against his ass cheeks. Pushing him off me finally, “You want my toxic load Ethan?” I growled staring into his eyes. He didn’t even pause, “Yes Uncle, breed me. I want you,” he whispered back. I didn’t need asking twice and with his help my cock was now at his hole and Ethan began to push back against my cock. He was well lubed by my saliva and my cock easily began to slide into him. He began to inhale hard and groan as my thick member stretched him wide. He rode my cock like a pro. Clearly he knew how to bottom. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as we fucked. I thrust up to meet him as he rode down on me. His body was absolutely stunning and involuntarily I reached up to twist his nipples which, of course, only made him fuck me harder. He was making a lot of noise as we fucked and even though my room was sound proofed I pulled him down to kiss him and silence him. My dark desires were starting to come out and I gripped his throat and squeezed hard. Some guys panic a little and find it too much but Ethan seemed to like being fucked hard and never once stopped me from throttling him as I fucked his ass. The more he moaned the more I squeezed his throat until he couldn’t breathe and he seemed to love every minute of it. I pulled him down on to the bed, positioning him on this back, and fucked him missionary. His eyes were fixated on mine, connecting at a primal level. He was delicious and the thought of converting him with my positive seed excited me far more than some anonymous fuck I would have otherwise met at a bar. “Breed me, Uncle,” he kept moaning as I rammed his cunt. I could feel my seed beginning to boil and very soon I knew I was close. “Do you want my seed you dirty little cunt” I growled as I felt my orgasm building. “Yes sir” he replied staring up at me. I was close but I felt Ethan actually clamp down on my cock as my cum exploded inside his negative cunt. Groaning loudly I pumped my deadly load inside him as Ethan pulled me down kissing hard, my cock twitching as it continued to pump seed in him. “Oh fuck” I moaned, the realisation that I’d just dumped a high viral load of cum inside my kin suddenly dawned on me. My nephew seemed almost joyous though and while we kissed all he could do was grin, “Thank you Uncle” he moaned. The damage was now done and I began to relax and felt it my duty to make sure he converted with someone he knew. We kissed for many minutes and even though I’d cum my cock remained hard and still inside my nephew. “Have you taken positive loads before?” I asked eventually breaking the kiss. “Yes, I’ve been cruising since I was 15 and I know I’ve taken undetectable loads before, but I know you are poisonous at this moment,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “And how do you know that?” I asked a little taken aback. “You told me on BareBackRT last week,” replying with a big grin. It suddenly dawned on me what he was talking about. I regularly hook up with guys on BBRT and just recently I’d been talking to a guy without a profile picture who said he was chasing and I told him how I loved to breed guys with or without their knowledge. I’d also said I had an infectious viral load right now, “You are Chaserboy?” I asked starring into my sexy nephew’s eyes. “Yes. You’re not mad are you?” he replied looking a little afraid. I paused a moment then a grin split my face and I forced my tongue back into his mouth. “No Ethan. I’m glad I could help you out,” I finally replied. We spent the next couple of hours fucking several more times. I also spent some time scratching his asshole, with the intent of ensuring he converted. After pumping my third load inside him with Ethan riding on top of me like some wild banshee, he collapsed on top of me, our bodies sweating profusely, breathing hard. I looked over at the clock. It was nearly 5:00 AM. “Listen Ethan you’d better go back to the lounge to get some sleep,just in case your mother gets up and finds you missing,” I suggested, staring at my sex crazed nephew. This had been a fucking awesome visit and I suspected I’d be using his body as my sex toy plenty more yet. I particularly wanted to explore his tolerance to pain. To be continued……..

Saturday night I was at one of the chicken hawk bars ogling the guys. One shy youth sat down at a corner table. An hour and a half passed, and he just kept drinking. I decided this was THE BOY. I strolled over and introduced myself. His name was Andy, 5' 9", a thin 150, dark hair, satin-smooth skin. I ordered us tequilas. He was 21 and bi-curious. It was his first time in a Gay Bar. We made small talk as he sipped one drink after another. I made sure he never lacked for liquid refreshment. By closing time he was about to pass out. Since I figured a respectable boy like himself wouldn't want to go home drunk, I suggested we get a room at the Baths. He slurred he'd love to see the Baths. I vowed the Kid would get broken in right. I dragged him out of the bar and into my car. I drove to a Bathhouse only 5 minutes away Andy could barely walk and stumbled into our room, collapsing on the bed. I locked the door and pulled off his clothes. Now that we were alone, I kissed him ALL OVER. I don't know how he would have responded had he been sober; but in his intoxicated state, we made out for 20 minutes before he passed out. I'd specifically requested one of the "sling" rooms, and in that apparatus that I struggled to position him. Just looking at the young, slim, hairless body gave me a hardon, knowing what was forthcummin'. I pulled out a large hit of Tina and worked it up his Chute, well past his Sphincter, so the Fucker would quickly absorb it. I secured the stirrups and restraints, so his fresh Virgin Hole was exposed to all Cumers. ! spat on my Cock and lined my Shaft up with his Virgin Boy Cunt. Call me a Sadist, but I just love to plow ALL THE WAY into an unsuspecting Boy's Ass, the less Lube, the better—breaks a Cunt in real fast. So I tore into Andy, ripping him open like a high school girl before I gave him his first Cumload, thick, creamy, and POZ. Now that I had taken his innocence, and, hopefully his health, it was time for the real fun to begin. I flung open the door—and men, young and old, fat and thin, handsome and ugly (mostly ugly) began to traipse in. I knew some were POZ. Most notable among them was Ol' Frank, not chronologically old, but so-called because of his advanced AIDS, emaciated, with sunken cheeks, and KS Lesions on his arms and legs, even his tongue—I've tasted it! I noticed Ol' Frank ravished the Boy several times that night, and a smirk graced his cracked lips whenever he shot. But all good things must Cum to an end, and in the morning I had to leave. I'd dumped in the Youth several times; and I swear, the geography of Andy's Anal Canal had become common knowledge among the Bath's Patrons. I smiled at the Kid, trapped in the Sling, Cunt all red, leaking pink Spooge, which ran down his thighs, to pool on the canvas beneath him. There was literally a quarter-cup of the Staff of Death puddled there. Grabbing a cone-shaped cup from the water cooler, I scooped up what I could and forced it down the semi-conscious Boy's throat. I bid him farewell, though I doubt if he heard me; and, after renewing his room for another 12 hours, asked the Desk Clerk to look in on him from time to time. That night I got a call about 9 PM. It was the Clerk On Duty. He said he'd made a terrible mistake Just as he was leaving Andy's room, he got an urgent page back to the Lobby. In his haste, he'd failed to latch Andy's door. It'd swung wide open. They got really busy, and the Clerk didn't get back to Andy till late afternoon. From what Andy said, some Wise Ass had forced a rubber ball between his teeth, then the Dude, and 15 other guys, proceeded to rape him.. Andy was huddled in a corner of the lobby, terrified and crying, as he awaited a cab. The Clerk had tried to calm him, telling him everything would be OK. Of course, that was bullshit. Andy would never be the same again.

Hi guys, I'm here to tell you another story that happen to me when a friend of mine, 'Big Daddy', who was coming from France visited me in Berlin this last end of year. I knew that some crazy sex parties were going on as he always like to invite some other guys fuck and breed my ass in front of him. I think of him as a daddy who wants to see his son get fucked well and deep before sliding his dick in his son's ass full of someone else cum. So I prepared myself to be away from my roommates for few days and joined Big Daddy in his hotel, the Two Axel Hotel in Berlin. When I arrived he was already naked and there was already another guy in the room. The other guy was the sort who turned me on but he was more into daddies and bears (which unfortunately I am not). However, as I was horny as hell, I sucked Big Daddy's cock as he and the other guy were standing side by side. Big Daddy's cock was really big and I had to suck it at least 20 minutes times to make my jaw and throat used to it before deep throating him. Of course after 30 minutes of intense oral attention, Big Daddy couldn't resist anymore. He threw me on the bed and make his way to my ass. His tongue on my asshole made my body quiver with excitement, and after my hole was thoroughly wet, Big Daddy's giant dick entered my ass. My favorite position is on my back. For me there is nothing more exciting to see the guy slide his dick in his ass, to see how deep it goes, to see the guy's face when he is balls-deep, while, at the same time watching his face register the pleasure my hole is providing as it accepts his big piece of meat. Big Daddy fucked me gently, soft and deep while dirty talking to me, but we were interrupted when the other guy left. The atmosphere subsided a big until a wonderful Arabian / Spanish escort boy arrived. The escort was slightly smaller than me, but that wasn't the focus of attention - rather, his his cock was as big as that of Big Daddy, and as hard as wood. As soon as he saw me, a light turned-on in his expression, telling me that lust which kicks in when one meets a guy who is really into one, and who happens to have a dick that would wreck one's hole. I couldn't do anything but smile like the dirty boy I am in my mind. And so the party went wild. Big Daddy resumed fucking me as I sucked the escort, bringing him to a full erection. He couldn't wait for Big Daddy to finish, but instead he gestured for Big Daddy to move aside, and when the coast was clear the escort went down on my ass, giving me a full oral service, as his dick bounced around, his dick which was rock hard, and if not as long as Big Daddy's, was a bit thicker. At the beginning, perhaps because I was somewhat apprehensive, I couldn't take every inch of his dick, so we paused, chatted and smoked. The, before he slid back in, the escort mixed something with the lube, applied it to his dick and then slid back in. Immediately my ass opened to accept his cock. My ass felt amazingly good and I only wanted more of him inside me. He fucked me in the multiple position and, around 3:00 AM, he told us that he had to nut, at the same moment, fucking me wildly without a pause. Frankly he fucked like a possessed wild animal as I groaned like a little slut in heat. His dick was wrecking my hole so deep, so quick. I found myself thinking my ass had become a pussy, especially when some of my ass juices flowed out. The escort's face looked edgy, and when he blew his load, he absolutely shrieked in pleasure, filling my hole entirely with his cum. I had never before witnessed any buy cum the way he did. His cum was hot almost burning my insides, even if it simultaneously felt amazing. I can honestly say the pleasure I experienced was so intense I was utterly let down when he withdrew, a bit of his precious cum drooling out of my hole. After a few minutes the escort left, and Big Daddy and I were tired and went to bed. Please let me know if you liked this story and if so, I'll tell you what happened over the next couple of days.

I learned last year that I was HIV positive, initially I was like almost all who become positive and that is panic and depression. After many doctors’ visits and having the many options explained I was overwhelmed and ready to give up. Then a friend of mine, who is also HIV positive, reminded me how I had made the decision to go BB and play raw in bathhouses, glory holes, cursing spots and on line for the past several years. He reminded that I had been playing raw for almost 8 years. He was shocked that after 8 years of playing with no telling how many guys raw it took as long as it did before I became HIV positive. In fact, he shook his head and called me a true bug chaser. I didn’t see it that way at first but now I realize I was. I have now embraced being positive and have decided to be the true Poz Pig that I have always been. I have chosen to go unmedicated and embrace my future. Is this wrong, thoughts anyone I am curious what others who have the same background sexually think.

6. The Glass Compound You ride the waves and don’t ask where they go You swim like lions through the crest And bathe yourself in zebra flesh The ’78 Camaro loaded with a 350-cubic inch V8, fender vents, dual exhaust and a full spoiler out back, roared down the LIE toward Manhattan. Chris’ brain was slowly descending down to earth, back into his body. He had no idea where it’d been, all he knew is it hadn’t been in his head for a long time. Nothing seemed real. Manetti didn't seem real. The powerful purr of the black muscle car didn't seem real. He looked over at Manetti sitting there all smug, all teeth. Manetti glanced sideways at him every now and then. Suddenly, without warning, rage overtook him and he flew into a fury, walloping Manetti on his arm, ribs, thigh—anywhere he could land a punch. “Ow!” Manetti laughed, his forearm up to block most of Chris’ jabs. “It’s not,” Chris landed hard, deliberate strikes against Manetti’s shoulder, “funny!” “Stop. Seriously." Manetti carved the road like he owned it, quickly jetting into the left lane with one hand on the wheel, zooming around a tan Buick, then swerving hard right back into his lane. "You’re going to get us killed.” “I thought you were dead, you shit pig fuck-face. Hate you!” Chris punched his arm. “Ow!” Chris' blows barely registered on Manetti's sculpted frame, but since it made Chris blow off steam he played up the injured act. “Seriously. Stop. Tell me, would you have gone with some escaped cons to do a job if I asked you? No, you would not. Your dumb ass had to be tricked.” Chris crossed his arms and said nothing. Manetti glanced sideways at him again. “Anyway, it was Master Drax’s idea, not mine.” He outstretched his hand and ran it down Chris' arm. Chris angrily brushed him off. Manetti eyed the gym bag; eyed Chris. “So—how much?” Chris turned, shouting, “They were going to kill me!” He turned back again, eyes front, clamming up. “Nah,” Manetti said with only a shade of doubt. “Yes they were. This close, pig fuck.” Chris was stone faced. Manetti let Chris’ accusation roll around in his mind. He, too, went silent for a while, but kept checking the bag Chris held so tightly. “Seriously,” he eventually said, “how much? Hundred K? That's what Drax thought.” Chris stared straight ahead. Manetti eyed him with raised eyebrows, impressed. “One fifty?” “Polanski almost strangled me to death!” Chris spewed, eyes still locked forward. Light was just starting to glow in the rear view mirror. Manetti rocketed the car up to ninety. They sat next to each other in the Camaro’s bucket seats, the gearshift separating them, yet they’d never been farther apart. Chris started shaking. The harder he tried to stop the more he shook. He was coming down from the meth and the adrenaline. He was also hallucinating badly. Unintelligible symbols stood out on the sides of building, on traffic signs, and on the billboards they passed. Egyptian symbols from an eighth grade text book spun out ankhs and sunrays from his fevered brain, falcons and crocodiles, snakes eating their tails, stone etched waves of water. It was more pronounced if he closed his eyes, so he gave into the visions and the tremors. Finally, breaking the silence as much to distract himself from what he was seeing as to confess to Manetti the terror of his last twelve hours, he said, “I shot a man.” “Who hasn’t,” returned Manetti much too quickly. Defensively. It was his turn to turn into a sphinx, steely-eyed, staring straight ahead when Chris looked over. The city glistened in the distance. Chris broke into tears, then quickly grew angry at himself, wiped his face, but the sudden convulsion had a calming effect. Admitting what he’d done, even to the stoic Manetti, eased his fever a bit. He looked into the green light of the dashboard. Watch the red needle twitch at eighty. Out of the blue, he volunteered, "Two." Manetti, from his own mind’s dark place, recalled he’d asked the kid about the money. “Two hundred K, huh?” He whistled. The edges of Chris' lips curled with an undercurrent of unexpected pride. “Not two hundred,” he clarified softly. “Two million.” He knew he wasn’t imagining this fact. He closed his eyes and saw the five rows times four columns times packets ten deep. It was two million dollars he pressed into his lap. Manetti inspected him and judged he wasn't joking. He pulled the Camaro to the side and skidded to a stop. Snatching up the bag, he unzipped it. Under damp t-shirts and jeans he found packet after packet of hundred dollar bills crammed inside. “Fuck. Dude.” He looked at Chris with his jaw open. It was the first time Chris had seen Manetti speechless. The man scanned the sparkling city ahead, looked back in the bag, and then back at Chris. He weighed the likelihood that the crooks had planned to kill the kid, thought about Drax’s involvement, his own complicity. The Camaro’s engine revved, then it tore out, making a U across the traffic island downing some orange cones, and sped away from Manhattan into the rising sun, roaring east along the LIE. *** The 6:45 ferry from Sayville sputtered across the choppy bay. Small, wispy clouds shone pink and gold, while the ferry bobbed, rising and splashing over rough water. Manetti had done a line of coke back in the parking lot before they left the Camaro. He'd offered a line to Chris who looked at him like he had to be a moron. Now his fingers flutter on his kneecap, deep in thought behind his shades. Chris, with both arms wrapped around his gym bag, and Manetti sitting next to him staring off into the distance, were the only passengers sitting on the ferry’s upper deck. When they boarded, they made a strange pair to the crew. A kid in a red track suit much too large for him, the other, a decked out brawny leatherman in jeans, shirtless vest, boots, leather cap, and mirrored sunglasses. Since the boat was heading for the gay mecca known as The Pines, Manetti was hardly an unusual sight, but the kid dressed like a ghetto rapper, now that was something the teenage crew took notice of. All that was missing was big gold chains and a sideways cap. Vanilla Ice in the house, yo, one of them joked in the wheelhouse. A noisy flock of seagulls escorted them across the water. The landing was fast approaching. The store, the motel, the disco became distinct entities as the boat cruised into the harbor. Manetti scrutinized each boat they passed, his mind brewing with plans. A sea plane was getting ready to fly out, having disembarked two passengers who were making their way down the landing. Chris thought he recognized the bigger of the two men—the distinctive mustache, the deep dimples in the handsome face framed by curly auburn hair. It had to be—it was!—the action star, Chuck Brunswick, from his favorite TV show, Stacks Lightning, devoutly watched when he lived at home. Wednesday nights, eight o’clock, every episode, including reruns. From age twelve when it first aired, he watched it for all the fast paced action, the exotic locales, Hawaii, New York, the Congo. By fourteen he became aware that almost every episode featured Chuck Brunswick without a shirt. By fifteen, the car chases lost his interest, as new interests emerged watching each episode alone in his bedroom on Ben’s old black and white TV, a Kleenex box next to him and the door securely locked. He’d been sleepy from the half hour crossing but now he was wide awake, excited. Here, within spitting distance, was a real TV star. And not just any TV star. He nudged Manetti and pointed. Manetti lowered his sunglasses and gave Chris a blank look, then went back to examining the boats. As the ferry passed, Chris made out the famous tuft of dark chestnut hair sticking out the man’s aqua polo shirt. He didn't know the other guy. They were wheeling black suitcases that both had lightning bolt decals on them. The teenage crew cut the engines to prevent unnecessary wake that would disturb the harbor’s yachts. As they neared the dock, all but the captain scuttled downstairs. They threw open the side door and tossed a line to one of the crew members that had jumped off. With the boat secured, they slid out a ramp. One of the teenagers pointed out the actor to his mates, as the celebrity and his companion rounded the corner of the thumping disco. Chris flew down the boats steep stairs, Manetti barely keeping up. "That's Chuck Brunswick up ahead," Chris said to Manetti on the ramp. Even though he was still miffed with Manetti, seeing someone so famous he couldn't hold in his excitement. "Who?" Manetti said. "He does that show Stacks Lightning,” Chris explain. Still Manetti was clueless. “Where he's a spy? Always chasing bad guys in cars and boats, and sleeping with lots of babes?" "Oh," Manetti said with distain. "An actor." Chris gave Manetti a sour look. They trailed the TV star and his companion for several blocks. The disco discharged a few revelers coming out bleary-eyed, squinting and shading their eyes to adjust to the morning light. Chris speaking about Chuck Brunswick was the first time in hours they’d spoken. Right after they left the outer borough, Manetti told Chris he'd made an executive decision. Drax could wait. He was enacting his own Plan B and that meant visiting an old friend in The Pines. Eyeing the tall, broad-shouldered actor ahead on the boardwalk, Chris ventured, "So everybody here’s queer?" Manetti confirmed with a nod. Chris contemplated that. The boardwalk was uneven and Manetti in boots was trying to take it slow and not trip. After several more blocks, seeing they were falling further and further behind the TV star, Chris groaned, “How much farther is your friend’s house?" Manetti told him it was at the end of the boardwalk. Chris frowned, and gave into Manetti slower pace. "Then how far is the beach," Chris asked. Manetti nodded at an approaching walkway. Chris peered down the path and saw shimmering waves. "If we’re not going to catch him, I want to walk on the beach," he said, turning down the walkway without waiting for Manetti. Manetti huffed. Boots in sand would be harder than the uneven boardwalk, but he followed the kid anyway. Specifically, he followed the green gym bag. On the beach Chris' mood brightened considerably. He was almost his old self. He’d pulled off his sneakers and socks, and wiggled his toes in the sand as he trotted next to the crashing waves. The sound of the sea, the salt spray, cold early morning sand—it was a reminder of home. It cleared his senses. He picked up a driftwood stick and drew a line in the sand in front of him, jumped over it, then flung the stick into the foam. The houses that lined the beach were grand. Rich in wood and glass, they were tributes to wealth—honestly made or otherwise. Large two story structures, all with decks and pools, all stacked alongside each other. One, he observed, had sliding windows who's four large glass panes folded right into the walls, leaving the living room’s fourth wall completely open. Another one had a pool whose beach front side was a giant window of glass. Two joggers in speedos, a blond and a curly red-head, passed him. They turned their heads back to get a look at the kid in the hip hop getup. They laughed when they saw it was a young white kid. To Chris they looked like models out of a magazine—flawless, tanned, manikin smooth, air-brushed generic. Manetti tromped behind trying to catch up. Once he did, he draped his arm across Chris' shoulder and told him to take it easy on him. Chris smiled to himself. "This is just like Long Beach," he said. "This is just like Long Beach?" Manetti questioned. "See." He stopped and turned to the ocean. "This beach is like facing south. Most everything on the west coast faces west, and on the east coast faces east. But here, the ocean faces south. In California, Long Beach is the only place that faces south, like here, see?" "Well, I did not know that," Manetti responded. Chris had lost the Prior Puss, and he had to admit, with the kid beaming like he was, he could do him right here out in the open. "Ya know,” Manetti said, “I'm from Long Beach, too. Long Beach, New York." "Well, I did not know that," Chris mimicked Manetti with his own words. They exchanged a smile, the first in a long, long time. Genuinely interested, he asked, "Where's your Long Beach?" They had started walking again. "It's about forty miles ‘at-a-way." Manetti pointed straight ahead. Chris wanted to know if they could walk there from here. "Only if you're Jesus," Manetti replied, and they laughed. A couple of waves crashed to shore as they padded through the sand. For a few minutes they were silent, just listening to the sea’s rhythm, a set of waves, a pause, then another set, on and on. Manetti cocked his head to one side, said with wistfully, "It's one of the first things Ben and I found we had in common. Long Beach." Manetti questioned why he volunteered that. Immediately he regretted it. Chris looked over at Manetti. Was he sad? Sad didn’t fit his image of him. He tried to read Manetti, but behind the mirrored sunglasses, staring down the beach, he was impenetrable. "Do you think he's all right?” Chris wondered aloud. “Ben is?” "Like I said, he's changed." It was Manetti's turn to clam up. They trooped through the sand. There weren't many more houses left before the town ended and turned to forest. “So what’s Plan B,” Chris asked. “Hmm.” Manetti took his time. “We’re dropping in on a regular of mine. His name’s Tobias Glass. Real rich. A real pig when you get him going. He was this child actor way before my time, now he has a Village cabaret act. Show tunes and shit. He’s gonna take one look at you and will want to eat you up. Don’t let ‘em unless I get a cut.” Chris laughed nervously. “He’s got connections. If anyone can find us a boat, he can. Then we’re off to the Caribbean or South America—Belize maybe. Your choice.” Chris listened to him. Then stopped dead in his tracks. “Wait. You want to leave the country with the two million? Without Ben? Screw over Master Drax? Are you out of your fuckin’ out mind! Master Drax will skin you alive! Me too, probably Ben just for being related to me. That’s your brilliant Plan B? Neg-a-tive,” he said, shaking his head. He turned around and started walking back to the ferry dock, when Manetti hooked him with two words. “Ben’s here.” Chris halted abruptly. “Where?” He glared at Manetti. “A couple possibilities.” He waited till Chris walked back to him. “I have other clients on the island. One of them had purchased time with Big Ben, as he’s called. That was a week back. If you let me do a little digging, Chief, give me some time, I think I can find him, then the three of us can sail right off the map.” He approached Chris, closing in the final pitch, “do you know what kind of life we’d have, baby?” He reached under Chris’ baggy shirt and pinched his tits. “A life on the run, is my guess. Brody and Polanski said Master Drax actually cut the skin off a guy named Jackson.” “Then Jackson was stupid. We’re not stupid.” Chris was standing his ground in the sand even with Manetti playing with his nipples. “C’mon, will you at least give me twenty-four hours, let me ask around for Ben, and a boat?” Manetti cozied up intimately right in Chris’ face. He drew his hands down around Chris’ bubble butt, stroking it lovingly, pushing Chris’ crotch into his own. He felt Chris stir. Chris pushed his hands away and resumed their trek with a bit of a stiffy swinging in his jogging suit. “Twenty-four hours—but you have to find Ben. And I’m not letting go of my bag.” Manetti saddled up next to Chris, draping his arm over his shoulder, pulling the kid up under his hairy armpit, assured his scent carried its own persuasion. They walked in step but Chris became increasingly conflicted. “So if you find Ben, then what? That’s going to be a whole other can of worms. You, me, Ben.” “Are you shittin’ me?” Manetti erupted skyward in a wail of laughter. “Do you have any idea of the fucked up groups Ben and I have been in—on and off camera? Ask me about us and my step dad at that skanky Jersey motel shoot. Better yet, don’t. Talk about awkward—but even that turned out interesting once Drax got the cameraman naked. Family on family make up half the porn industry.” Manetti pointed to the last staircase on the beach before the town turned to forest. They veered toward it. At the top of the stairs, a large wooden fence extended from the beach back to the main boardwalk. Halfway along the fence they came across an archway with a large weathered door. "This is Glass' compound. He won't be up for hours, but I know where he keeps a spare." He reached up inside one of the sconces and produced a key. He opened the door and they entered a courtyard that could have been in the middle of Japan. The garden was lush in greenery and rich in detail—a Buddha serenely rested on a mound of green moss; an area of white sand raked with wave-like patterns surrounding an upright rock; trickling water flowed out a bamboo branch splashing onto a bowl of black, smooth stones. They crossed a red lacquered bridge that extended over a pond filled with lily pads. The light through the overhanging branches played on the water, and beneath the covering large fish swam, their scales, luminous red and orange, sparked like underwater fire. Coy fish, Manetti told Chris. The pond was fed by a running stream that ran throughout the compound. If silence could make a sound it was this. They came to the compound’s courtyard. Manetti stopped Chris and pointed. A doe and her fawn stood at the forest’s edge, nibbling sprigs of grass they could reach through a broken slat in the wood fence. Chris couldn’t help himself and gasped just loud enough to prick up the doe’s ears, and the two disappeared into the dense forest. A swimming pool, outlined with grey slate, laid in the center of the compound. Four structures surrounded it. The main house, closest to the beach, wasn't very big, but beyond the plate glass and sliding windows, Chris saw it was minimally but opulently furnished. Sleek black couches were in the living room, and a white grand piano stood in a corner with a large dining room standing in the cool shadows. The remaining three independent structures were cabanas. Each with a large picture window. Each with their curtains drawn. The sound of someone lightly snoring came out of the cabana on the far side of the pool. In the cabana to their right, men murmured within. Two wheeled suitcases parked next to the door. Chris pulled excitedly on Manetti’s arm pointing to lightning bolt decals on the suitcases’ sides. Manetti shook him off and went into the last cabana. He came out motioning for Chris to come in. They went in and Chris immediately ran into his reflection in a tall full-length wooden mirror. Seeing himself in his baggy red track suit for the first time he thought no wonder he got strange looks. He dropped his shoes and flopped backward on the feathery bed. Though the room was warm and stuffy, he melted into the cool white comforter. Manetti opened a high window and a skylight to get a cross-breeze going. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his boots, ran a hand through his hair. In the full-length mirror he looked at his own reflection. Maybe he’d wait for the kid to fall asleep and just run off with the money. That would be the simplest plan. What kept him here? The Prior brothers? Talk about not simple. He knew he was a mass of contradictory impulses, had known it for a long time, ever since he moved to New York, probably before if he let himself think about it. He refused to go there. He pushed off his jeans and underwear, and tossed off his cap. Down to just his skin and leather vest, he crawled over to Chris, who turned away from him, not mad but exhausted. Manetti scooched closer till he was spooning the boy. Chris didn't protest, even when Manetti pressed his erection into the butt of his track suit. Earth quickly was falling away as he fell deeper into the soft bed, deeper down the rabbit hole of this new life. He felt the buckle unfasten on his belt, and Manetti pulling down his pants. His butt exposed, he fell asleep dreaming he was on a train, then he became the train, specifically the train coupler, those metal clasps that, like hands, fold into one another to secure train cars together. Somewhere in the world he felt Manetti couple into him, acquire a hold, while he allowed the rod to enter, then gripped it from slipping out of his ass. Who held whom? Manetti lifted off Chris' top and pulled his skin into him. Pelt on hairless boy, hairless boy melting into a bed of fur. Manetti entering him deeper made him moan in his sleep. His ass was still tender, he protested semi-conscious but didn't reject. Manetti went deeper still. Chris gasped louder, struggling to overcome the pain he still felt from the recent abuse. Manetti's ridged pole did not give nor forgive, it pushed in beyond the pain. Chris pushed back, impaling himself, deep, seizing on the pain to raise himself out of his hazy sleep, not ignoring the penetrating object but beginning to ride it, riding Manetti, forcing himself to feel the pain, want the pain, waking with the pain. Manetti obliged. He was good at his craft. He was the best rough trade in town, wearing nothing but his leather vest and a hard on, sticking it to the boy. He would teach Chris to be rough, hardened like him. He pushed the boy's pants off his ankles, pulled out of Chris’ hole, raised the boy’s leg and was back on top of Chris, penetrating him, before Chris even realized how he’d accomplished the feat. He looked into Chris' face, pushed his massive erection further now that he could lay his crotch directly over Chris' open cavern. The added inch made Chris lurch in pain from the spot where Brody had fisted him too deep. Manetti waited right on that torturous spot, neither retreating nor pushing him beyond it. He waited, making only the slightest of movements, an itch to scratch, waiting and watching Chris’ face turn from pain to desire. He brushed away a lock of blond hair that had caught in an eyelash. He kissed his mouth. Chris opened for him. Once Manetti saw lust in Chris’ open eyes he turned his attention to his bucking hole. He stayed in a holding pattern, enjoying the pleasuring of expanding Chris' hole with his growing shaft, feeling it surrender to him completely. The cabanas always had supplies of lube and poppers, among other pleasures, tucked away in the nightstands. Manetti reached in the drawer and withdrew some mentholated cream on his fingers. As he gently fucked Chris’ hole, sensually stimulated his opening with his massive bush, he added a finger, then two, to pull the boy’s hole wider. Chris objected, saying it hurt, but with the mentholated cream soothing his tender canal. Manetti convinced the boy with few words that this is what he wanted. With four fingers lathered he pulled his dripping cock out and replaced it with his large palm. He took all the time necessary for Chris to accept his hand, pulling out a bit when he reach his second knuckles. He could sense Chris wanting him to push in again. He did, sliding four fingers up to the third knuckle, then held there, looking for Chris’ eyes to say yes. He knew the boy was deciding and he’d abide by his decision. He felt the clenched muscles in Chris’ ass relax and he went in an inch more, up to the web of his thumb. He chanced a half rotation, another test to see where Chris’ mind and body were. After a second, he felt he boy bear down on his hand, a signal of his willingness to surrender his hole. Manetti removed his hand as Chris moaned his disappointment. “Take one of the poppers, boy. That tall one.” Chris obeyed. It was one of Manetti’s favorite English poppers, much stronger than its American counterpart. He greased his whole hand with the mentholated cream to overcome the fear Manetti believed the convicts instilled. He pushed a wad of grease into the boy’s crack and smeared it around with three fingers, then pushed those three fingers back into his chute. They slid in easily. Manetti added a fourth and told Chris to take a hit. He waited till Chris recapped the bottle, then slid his thumb in, told Chris to look at him. Chris was trying to focus his gaze on Manetti, and Manetti saw the moment the poppers kicked in. Chris hole grew relaxed and wide as lust for Manetti pushed his hand over Manetti’s palm. In one constant movement the boy mounted Manetti’s whole hand and slid his entrails over the ridges down to the man’s hairy wrists. He felt each strand of hair slide through his loosened sphincter. Manetti slowly twisted his wrist tickling the cunt he was giving the boy. Knuckles ground against sensitive walls, the wrist’s black fur slithered over the exposed sphincter nerve endings, silent fingertips touched blind boundaries that yielded, surrendering Chris’ resistance to Manetti’s will. Manetti fisted Chris’ mind even more than his body. Chris’ synapses were firing and he was helpless to resist Manetti’s mastery. The sensations painful and inviting. The cold-hot feeling in his loins made his body undulated onto Manetti’s hand, like a snake swallowing a mouse. Manetti’s hand went further into his hole, further than it had ever been. “Take three more hits, boy,” instructed Manetti. Chris again obeyed. Manetti applied more salve over his wrist and this time over his forearm while Chris huffed and replaced the cap. His eyes were glued on Manetti. Manetti watched as a lewdness sweep across the boy, not just his face but over his whole body, his mouth open just as his hole was opening. Of his own volition he crawled down further onto Manetti’s wrist and the boy began the journey of the man’s hirsute forearm. Manetti flexed his wrist twisting in exploration of where his hand was in the boy’s body, and where it should go next. He straightened his hand and slowly pulled the boy’s colon away from its mooring so that the passage extended along the length of his forearm. It was a long process, he knew, that would change the boy forever. Chris traveled halfway down Manetti’s forearm before he realized how deep Manetti was inside him. A world of pleasure exploded in his core, physically and mentally, when he looked in the full-length mirror and saw how much of Manetti’s forearm he’d taken. And still he slid ever deeper on the proffered arm. He inched serpentine-like, feeling the ancient original sin drawing him on, driving him deeper into it, not able to get enough of the pleasure Manetti was offering. He saw Manetti had no boundaries either and wouldn’t stop until Chris satisfied the powerful lust he had for him. Yes, it meant physically Chris wanted the fucker’s whole arm up him, but the revelation, rational or not, was that he wanted to make his body an offering to the man. “I want,” Chris moaned as he agonized over ever scintilla he could take of Manetti, “all of you.” But he was fighting a two stage battle: for every millimeter he took in of Manetti’s hand, he also had to accommodate the ever-widening girth of forearm. Manetti thick, muscular arm was as much of a challenge as taking his hand ever-deeper. This is when Manetti took over. “Take another hit, baby. Relax. Lay down. Daddy’s gonna drive.” While Chris prepared himself with a deep inhalation, Manetti’s other hand played with Chris’ cock. His greasy hand toyed with the boy’s balls and ran numbing fingers over the boy’s nub. The cooling sensation wasn’t lost on the boy. His groin joined the sensation of coolness his whole ass was feeling inside as well. Far from numb, his body was on fire and able to take more intense sensation, a deeper fisting, than when the convict were pummeling him. Now between the poppers and the looseness of his body, as well as the loosening of his morals and inhibitions, he began writhing in pure sensuality when he felt Manetti curling his fingers inside him balling into a fist. “Yeah. Fuck yeah. Fist my hole, daddy,” Chris hoarsely cried. Manetti’s balled fists slowly pulled out to the edge of Chris’ sphincter, giving it such a beautiful stretch, he could see his black wrist hair through the translucent taut pink skin of Chris’ ass lips. Chris’ gulped in air as Manetti encouraged him to take it, take it. He could see Chris’ couldn’t sustain such rapid breathing nor such an intense stretch. Manetti pushed back inside to the depth where he started. It was nautical miles of sensations traveled in two second through Chris’ hole. All the nerves stroked went straight to his brain—hole to brain skipping the rest of his body. The boy’s synapses could hardly keep up. Desire and sensation manifest in deranged calls to fuck my hole, daddy, open my pussy, give me a sloppy cunt, with Manetti responding, encouraging, validating everything Chris was saying. “You like daddy giving you a cunt.” “Yes, daddy, open my hole.” “You want daddy to fuck you like this.” Agreement. More aggression. The fist came out and immediately pushed back to try to get in. It took a moment, but both of them wanted it, so it slid right in. Making the initial break and re-entry, triggered something in both of them. They wanted more just like that. Obscene wet farts emitted from Chris’ ass. Each fart increase the capacity to take Manetti’s fist deeper into him. They were in a cycle of passion—Chris wanting to give, Manetti wanting to take. Chris could see, and Manetti approved, that after several punches, Chris’ hole blossomed into a small rosebud. Manetti encouraged it, tended to this new flower, inserted a single finger to wiggle around in it, excite the bloom to display more itself. “Look in the mirror,” Manetti said, pulling Chris’ ass lips apart, showing the boy what his opened hole looked like. “Push,” he ordered and Chris bore down, and a small mushroom sprouted from his hole. At the center, the beginning of his red inner flesh peeked through. Manetti resumed methodically fisting his hole. For the next hour he put Chris through practiced paces, training him to think about nothing but being a hole. After crouching then kneeling off the bed, Manetti grew restless. Slowly he adjusted his position and slid up next to Chris parallel to his body, his head next to Chris’ open hole. The position also afforded Chris the ability to pleasure Manetti’s stiffened member sticking up right in front of him. With intense gratitude triggered by Manetti manipulating his hole, Chris sucked Manetti with an urgency of the famished. His throat opened and the whole shaft went down till his face was smothered in thick, black bush. And now Manetti, lying next to the boy, with less force but deeper penetration, could maneuver his hand easily, pushing Chris to his limits. Chris handed him the opened popper bottle to share. After his first hit, the man felt the intensity of his lust boil over, let the chemicals overtake him and felt deeper inside the kid’s colon. He traced the boy’s resisting internal muscles, teased them relentlessly with his middle finger until they submitted and he won another quarter each of Chris’ body. Methodically, while Chris nursed his cock, he gained more territory that almost took Chris to the crook of his arm. Chris ran his hand over Manetti’s arm to feel how far his forearm with inside. He felt how close he was to the man’s elbow. Carnal thoughts about Manetti raged inside. He lifted his leg like a submissive dog so Manetti had easier access, to take as much of him as he wanted. At the same time he lifted Manetti’ leg and went in search of the man’s nougaty center. It didn’t take him long to find Manetti’s spongy hole. Licking it only made it expand. The sixty-nining of pleasure drove them both to experiment. With Chris’ leg in the air Manetti felt free to pull apart the kid’s pussy, grab hold of his leg and pull out and push back in. It made Chris crazy. Chris reciprocated by finding the nightstand lube and applying it to Manetti sprouting rectum. With a slippery hand he pressed into Manetti who readily gave way. His hand easily slipped into the man, and for the first time he felt what a real sloppy hole felt like. His hand balled into a fist as soon as he entered. He was spelunking deep inside a cavern that seemed endless. There was no resistance as he passed his wrist deep into what felt like a second opening. Manetti bore down on the kid’s fist and the kid’s forearm easily slid deep into Manetti’s hairy hole. As much as he thrilled at what Manetti was doing inside him, it was compounded by how he got off watching the hairs around Manetti’s hole slide in and out with each pump he produced. They glided into each other with gratifying moans each time they crossed a new boundary. With bodies pressed against one another, their free hands ran across skin, stroking cocks, squeezing balls, running a big hand over smooth skin, running a small hand over muscled fur. They couldn’t get enough of each other. When Chris passed his elbow through Manetti’s hole, the man cried out and told Chris to pull back. Chris stopped, followed through with how Manetti had been treating him, slowly rolled his fingers across the sealed chamber that then opened like a camera lens and he passed his small hand through. Manetti eased out of Chris and fell on his back. He put one leg over Chris’ torso so the boy was at an advantaged angle to penetrate him further. Chris rolled the poppers to him. Manetti wiped the grease off the bottle cap, unscrewed it and inhaled deeply. Chris knew by now how easy it was to finger a resisting wall, feel for the blood pumping through the thin, retreating membranes, and allow Manetti to internally guide him where his hand should travel. Working together, Chris found the small opening each hit of poppers revealed. He followed the opening that unveiled new chambers his hand could conquer. When he was up to his bicep, Manetti was twitching in ecstasy to the point where he couldn’t take it. He signal for Chris to withdraw. Chris didn’t move but left his hand exactly where it was. Manetti pleaded for him to back off, but Chris laid there tranquilly. Manetti found he was starting to rut on Chris’ small arm, fighting within himself whether he want more or wanted release. In a fog, the man lifted his head to find Chris smiling ear to ear. “You little fucker,” he said to Chris, and started the long journey of extracting the kid’s arm from his body. Chris helped him to withdraw but not completely. After a number of inches of relief, Chris would go back into Manetti’s colon, which Manetti was not completely opposed to. But it soon it became a matter of will as opposed to sensation, and Manetti refused the kid’s domination. Manetti crab walked back the last of Chris’ forearm ordering him to let him go. Like a lizard losing its tail, Manetti shot off the last foot of Chris’ arm. His cock dripped with pre-cum, and where he’d dragged his ass over the sheets, there was a trail of brown mucus. “You little fuck. Get over here. Lick that up,” he said grabbing Chris’ neck, pushing him into the slime. “Lick it up, I said.” Chris did. Much too eagerly. Manetti struggled to regain dominance after surrendering his hole so completely. He flipped the kid on his back. Chris’ chest and crotch were coated in the brown sludge. From the skylight the sun shown on the kid’s stained face. He glistened in contented degraded radiance. Manetti slapped the smile off his face, pulled up his legs and stuck his cock all the way to the root in one surge. Chris grunted, but was so opened, he welcomed him inside. Manetti soon found a rhythm that included slapping the kid's ass. He soon found his breath accelerating. Chris was beneath him taking in all the pleasure of his pounded flesh. He reached up and twisted Manetti tits, which made Manetti hammer him faster and harder. The boy wrapped his legs around the man’s waist, bucked up his ass with equal fervor. As the pulse of their fucking increased, their fierce pace drawing to an inevitability, Chris took one of Manetti’s hands curled on the side of his head and placed it on his neck. He took Manetti's other hand and placed that too on his neck. Manetti recognized what the boy was asking for. Like the rough trade he’d been trained to be, he obliged. He started squeezing his neck as Chris stroked his dick with increasing desperation. Manetti was good rough trade, fuck no, he was great rough trade! He was all powerful, in control, scum fuck bad ass rough trade. He was back in the saddle, enjoying how he was abusing his bottom boy. He watched Chris' face turn bright red, watched his eyes bulge, watched him struggle silently beneath his crushing hands. Chris’ hands clasped around Manetti’s wrist, feeling the strength, their girth, the hair. When Manetti erupted inside Chris, Chris exploded over him even harder. Beneath his easing hands, the unconscious kid flopped a few time like a landed fish. The little fuck even had a smile on his face while he rasped in a daze. Manetti’s pubes rested between Chris’ hairless cheeks. As he laid on top of him, his dick draining the remains of his wad, he felt small internal clutching like he was being milked by the boy. That, too, quieted after a few moments. As his breathing returned to normal, he examined this blond hair kid’s young face beneath him. He pushed back some of his matted hair caked with shit juice. What exactly did he think he could teach this street urchin, this abused stray puppy about being hardened, about being rough? Jesus fuck, whatever the men in his family had done to him was already hard-wired in his brain. It was buried so shallow under the surface, only a scratch revealed it. Passed out, Chris’ legs slid down Manetti’s thighs and Manetti rolled off him, still hard, his chest covered in the kid’s spooge. On his back, mindlessly he traced a finger through a string of the kid’s white sperm. He tasted its warm saltiness. He followed passing clouds in the skylight, heard Chris breathing beside him. He could see both Prior brothers were fucked up, out of control, but in opposite ways. Well, he was a fuck up too, wasn’t he? Sure, he’d promised he would find Ben. He knew he could. But would bringing them together defuse Ben or detonate Chris? Or maybe it’d be the other way around. Either way he’d be in the cross-hairs, suffer the collateral damage. It was stupid to care about either of these stupid brothers. It was stupid for a hustler to even care at all. He got up to take a shower, and spied the gym bag on the nightstand. The smartest thing to do would be to swipe the kid’s bag while he was still out and roar off in his Camaro. He looked at the mess sprawled on the bed, this sprawled out filthy mess of a kid. Looking at himself in the mirror, he ran a hand through his mane. Yeah, he’d swipe the money. That was the smart move. Uncomplicate things. Make a clean break. Yeah, he convinced himself, right after a shower.

Tallallman, I understand your sentiment of installment over photo. I debated whether to post it while I worked on the next couple of chapters. I hope the next installment, which should be up shortly, makes up for the wait.

Does he remind you Chris? I thought he was eighteen and with a younger look while whole shaved.... Oh well, maybe in the "opening" and his astonished expression...

Still fairly new to the bareback life, but made a decision about a year ago to never refuse a load, no matter what. Have stuck to it too. Last load was 2 nights ago, at a local cruising ground after work. Couple of lorry drivers, an older guy and mid-20s hottie. Lots of watching going on, so I started sucking a driver who started feeling my arse. As soon as he was solid I spun round and let him enter me. He got into his rhythm while the older guy filled my mouth. 20s lad was watching but not joining in but was paying attention to who was giving best blowjobs. The old guy headed off and the driver was still slamming my hole when 20s lad made his decision and a solid 8 inches was pushed through my lips and hit the back of my throat. Seems he didn’t want a blowjob just a throat to fuck hard and unload in. Perfect! Swallowed 3 loads and took the drivers load in my guts. While I’m writing, I want to increase the number of raw loads I take and plan to hit London. Where is the best place for a relatively new cumdump to go to get properly broken in? By the way, anyone reading this, if you are in the UK I would gladly take your load.

PART 6 　 We finally got up, showered and got dressed. We then packed and checked out of the room. Then we went our seperate ways. I still had no idea what had happened nor the way I was now changed forever. I arrived home, shortly, to pick up where I had left, or so I thought at the time. I tried all week to keep things back to normal and forget about that night, but could not get it out of my mind. It had been so erotic, so intense and the best sex I had ever had in my life. I literally thought about it by day and dremt of it by night. It was driving me crazy. I fould myself in the bathroom, jacking my cock and even thrusting a finger, or two or three up my ass as I had mind blowing orgasms thinking about that night. 　 By the end of the week, I could not take it anymore and tried to call Len, but found he was out of town on business and would be gone for at least a couple of weeks more. I was devastated and in terrible need. I had heard there was an adult arcade, frequented by gay men, who went there for sex. I headed there straight from work on Friday. I had no idea what to do there actually, but purchased some lube and condoms in the front and headed into the arcade to see what would happen. I entered the first booth I came to and found a hole in the wall. I looked through, but nobody was in the other booth and then the door there opened up and a guy came in. I really had no idea what to do. He ran a finger across the bottom of the hole and I figured it must be some kind of signal, but what? I just stood there not knowing what to do. Finally I heard him whispering to me. I knelt down to listen. He asked me what I was into. I told him I wanted to be fucked. He grinned and told me he would love to. I stood up and dropped my pants and turned around as he asked. I backed up to the hole and soon felt his hand on my ass, caressing it and then rubbing my hole. He was nudging myhole, when I remembered the lube, and pulled away and haned it to him. He soon had my ass slick and his finger in me. I was tingling all over. Soon I felt another finger and then another as my breathing got faster and I was soon moaning in pleasure from his fingers slowly fucking my hole and twirling around and around opening me up more and more. After a while, he pulled his fingers out. OMG, I felt so terribly empty. Soon, though, I felt a large hard pressure against my hole and knew he was trying to get his cock in me. The feeling was intense and soon I could tell he was in me and driving in deeper and deeper. The I felt the thrusting as he started to fuck me. After about 10 minutes, it all at once dawned on me that I had forgotten to give him a condom and he was in me bare. I started to pull away to get him to put one on, when he grabbed my hips through the hole and really started to pound my ass. I almost blacked out from the sensation of pleasure that erupted from this and thrust my ass back at him hard. After a few more really hard thrusts, he drove as deep in me as he could and I could actually feel his cock pulse and wave after wave of cum erupt in my used hole and then I was cumming hard too. A few more thrusts and he pulled out, and as I turned around, he told me thanks and pulled his pants up and was out the door. 　 It took me several minutes to get composed and then I was thinking what an idiot I was to have let him use me like that and dump and unprotected load of cum up my ass. What if he had something, what would I tell my wife? I got my pants back up and got out of there to go think what the hell I was doing.

Part 2 ........................... I had no more than two and a half hours sleep before my alarm was waking me up for my morning jog. I dressed and left the apartment for my usual six-miler which was my time for contemplation, although today I was having thoughts about just one thing, pozzing my gorgeous nephew and all the other things I wanted to do to him. I got back to my apartment and even before I opened the door I could hear the argument ensuing inside. I stepped in and the distinct and irate voices of my sister and her son could be heard clearly. “You’re not fucking dropping out of school,” my sister shouted at her son. “It’s my fucking life. I’ll do what I want” was the equally loud response. Walking into the lounge I found my sister and her half-dressed son almost nose to nose, red faced and glaring at each other. It was wrong but my cock twitched again at the sight of my beautifully bare chested nephew but swiftly putting that aside, “What the hell’s the matter?” I asked. There was a moments pause before each turned and started shouting their response simultaneously at me. “Guys, time-out”, I said holding up my hand. “Jane, what’s wrong?" Ethan crossed his arms and fumed, but remained silent. “It was all decided. He was going to University starting this year and I awoke this morning to his announcement that overnight everything has changed and he wants to move to London and have a life down here,” she blurted without pausing. I looked at Ethan who just continued to glare at his mother but the sinking feeling began to spread that somehow I might possibly have done more than infect my nephew’s body last night, maybe I’d poisoned his mind too. Exploring the issue I asked “Ethan why do you want to give up University and come to London?” “I want what you have. I want to work and enjoy myself as you do,” he replied. I noticed he placed a bit too much emphasis on the word ‘enjoy’ than I liked to hear. “Ethan, I went to Uni and I’ve worked hard to live like this. It hasn't been easy,” I said as kindly as I could. “You see. I told you that” Jane shot back at Ethan. Ethan glared at me too now and before I got both barrels from him, “Listen Jane. Why doesn’t Ethan stay with me for a few weeks and I’ll show him what the opportunities are like here for him. There are some great Uni’s down here. Maybe there’s a compromise we can explore,” I said. Ethan’s face immediately changed from angry teenager to ecstatic teenager in an instant. Clearly Ethan thought this was an excellent idea. Jane’s expression softened a bit as she looked at me for a moment to contemplate my suggestion, only to bluntly ask “You’d help him? Why now though?” I had to think quickly myself but then It dawned on me that being Ethan's uncle gave me an inherent position from which to speak, so using my best brotherly charm voice I answered "Listen I haven’t been around to help you guys. Let me do this. I’ve got some great contacts, we can look at Universities and I’ll help sort accommodation if it’s what Ethan wants.” With my best brotherly charm. Jane looked almost pacified as she shot Ethan a stern glance then looking back at me, “Alright, we can at least explore the option. We have time I suppose”, she finally relented. “Thanks Uncle” Ethan said grinning like some mad Cheshire cat. I smiled back knowing full well what was exciting my nephew right now and it wasn’t the thought of looking at Universities in London! “Sis, why don’t you take a shower and I’ll freshen up and make us breakfast," I suggested. She smiled at me and on leaving the room she kissed me on the cheek. When I heard Jane's bedroom door close I asked “Ethan, is this because of last night?” Ethan moved quickly and was on me kissing me hard. I didn’t want to but I broke the kiss quickly, “Careful” I said looking behind me. “If you pozzed me last night I’m probably going to get sick in a few weeks. How will I hide that from her? She opens my post. What happens when she sees the doctor’s letters?” he asked, giving me his puppy dog eyes. I looked at him for a few moments contemplating the consequences of what I’d done to him but I couldn’t help feel excited about what I could get up to with a hot kid like Ethan living under my roof. “Will you never tell your mother if you become HIV positive?” I asked without really thinking it through. “Will you?” he replied smiling back, hand on my chest. “I guess you have me there.” I said grinning, “But one step at time. I need to think this all through and I’m desperate for a piss and a shower.” “Let me Uncle” Ethan replied with a wicked little smile and with that he dropped to his knees and pulled my shorts and briefs down. My cock was placid, sweaty and no doubt musty smelling but Ethan gently held it, kissed it and licked it, pulling my foreskin back and using his tongue to tickle the end of my cock and especially my urethra, expertly coaxing a torrent of piss out of me. I swear he never spilled a drop, drinking all I could give him as he stared up at me gulping down my amber nectar. After I finished he licked his lips, stood up and we kissed so hard. I could taste my urine in his mouth, he was driving me wild. The rest of the visit was much happier with Jane seemingly relieved and happy to receive my help with her son, while Ethan was ecstatically happy about staying with me for a while. I was a little taken aback during one conversation when Jane asked Ethan how his boyfriend would feel about me coming to live in London. “He’ll be cool, he wants the best for me and he can come visit us, right Uncle?” he asked with a twisted little grin which I knew had some double meaning. “I guess, but I didn’t realise you were still with him?” I asked, giving Ethan an equally probing stare back. Later when Jane had gone to bed and Ethan and I were still polishing off a bottle of wine, “So you have a boyfriend?” I asked him. “Er yeah, Chris” he replied “And what will you tell him?” I asked “Oh he’s cool. Besides I thought you might like breeding him as well,” Ethan replied with a lusty smile. My cock was rock hard and I didn’t care. I was quite well oiled and my sexy nephew was equally pissed, and he was seated in front of me, telling me he wanted me to breed his boyfriend. I was so turned on. “And he wants it too?” I asked. “I don’t know, but does it matter?” he shot back with that evil grin of his again. “You’re deliciously dangerous young Ethan” I replied grinning back, “I think this will be fun” That night I fucked Ethan until the early hours again only this time I was much rougher with him. He was becoming the the kind of sub slut that I love to treat very badly. Ethan loved every bit of it especially when I plunged a tooth brush into his ass hole and ravaged his anal passage, drawing it out to show him the blood. After three more loads inside his cunt and one down his throat I knew he was well on the way to his desire of being positive. I must admit when Jane and Ethan left on Sunday morning it was with a little tinge of disappointment. This visit had been amazing on many levels but not least the revelation that was Ethan. Over the next few days my mind was pre-occupied with the thought of Ethan, so even when I engaged the 22-year-old rent boy from Sleepyboy to come round and massage me, ravaging the sexy whore's cunt with two deadly loads still wasn’t as exciting or as fulfilling as fucking my nephew. Not until Wednesday evening when I received a telephone from Ethan that my excitement began to return as he informed me that he’d sorted things out his end and wanted to come up on Friday and spend a few weeks with me. I was just about to say Friday was fine when it suddenly dawned on me I had a major board meeting with one of my business interests which would likely end with the CEO and the Artistic Director of the company coming back to mine for a late night drink session which always ended in a ‘party’. This particular business interest was a company that provided content to the adult entertainment industry, something I enjoyed and when an old fuck buddy of mine set up the business and asked me to invest, I was happy to do so. “Friday is going to be tough Ethan I have something going on” I replied. I could tell he was disappointed but then a wonderfully sadistic thought popped into my head, “Although, maybe you could help out, thinking about it.” I explained my colleagues were coming round on Friday evening and that perhaps he could be some of the entertainment for us. Ethan couldn’t have been more enthusiastic especially when I told him both Don and Julian were very sexy and very positive too, and went so far as to ask “Can I bring Chris?” “Your boyfriend?” “Yeah, he knows we fucked,” Ethan explained, adding “He’d love to be used too” “And will he know we’re all positive?” I asked “I won’t be telling him. He loves bareback though” Ethan replied matter of factly. “OK you two can put on a little show for us and then we’ll get the party started” I replied. So I had it all planned and by the time I put the phone down I had to go take care of my rock hard cock. Friday evening Don, Julian and I were sat in my lounge with some background music and low lighting drinking a great red. Don was a mountain of a man. He was a black, 6ft 5inch ex-body builder, ex-porn star but still hugely proportioned with a massive nine-inch cock that I had enjoyed riding many times. Julian was a smaller, athletic guy, 6ft exactly with a great smooth body and nice seven-inch fat dick. Usually on these occasions we’d get some rent boys round to party with but after showing them a picture of my nephew and the mere thought of incest in the room, seemed to excite them. At 6pm I’d received a text from Ethan saying that they would be with us by 9pm and that they had a surprise, but wouldn’t elaborate. So just after 9pm while we started on our third bottle, the intercom buzzed. I came back into the room, “Three guests coming up” I said looking confused at Don and Julian. They both looked at me and all I could do was shrug. When the doorbell went I went to answer it and there standing before me was my overly excited nephew who was in my arms and kissing me before I could stop him. Breaking the kiss, he stepped aside and did the introductions, “Uncle, this is Chris” he said as a great looking dark haired stud stretched out his hand for me. Chris was just over 6ft tall with a lovely complexion and great smile. He was clearly as athletically built as Ethan and about the same height. I shook his hand and he said hello. “And this is Chris’s younger brother, Sam” Ethan said, barely containing his excitement. “Brother” I repeated, completely taken aback. Sam held his hand out to me also and I shook it seeing the similarity now with Chris. Sam was perhaps a little smaller in build but no less as attractive as his brother. I let them into the hall and shut the door. “Ethan what’s going on?” I asked. “I didn’t want to tell you before but Chris and I regularly play with Sam and when he found out about tonight he wanted to come too," Ethan replied grinning from ear to ear. I was literally gob smacked and it probably showed, “You boys fuck together?” I asked Chris who was also now grinning at me. “Yes” He replied, “And each other”, with a little wink. “Fucking hot” I replied, grinning back, “Wait, how old are you both?” I asked. “I’m nearly 20 and Sam has just turned 18” Chris replied. “Sweet” is pretty much all I could say. “Ethan, why not dump yours and the guys stuff in the spare bedroom and then come join us in the lounge.” I said grinning at them all. I walked back completely dazed and both Don and Julian could tell something was up. “You are not going to fucking believe this”, is all I could say to them. I grabbed my glass of wine to take a swig and both men continued to look at me expectantly. Before I could say anything else I heard the boys coming into the room and looking round they entered having all quickly removed their clothes bar their briefs and their sheepish grins, which spread when they got sight of Don and Julian, but particularly Don. Chris and Sam were both blessed with excellent physiques and looking at the three of them it was hard not to be envious of their teenage bodies. “Guys, let me introduce you to my nephew, Ethan” pointing him out. He beamed at them and came over to me putting an arm round me. “And this is Chris, Ethan’s boyfriend” pointing to Chris who smiled back at them, “And finally, this is Sam” I said, “Chris’ younger brother." Both Don and Julian did a double take and then stared at me mouthing 'REALLY'. I just grinned and nodded back. “Fuck” said Don in his deep gravelly voice. “Well boys, why not grab yourself a drink and come join us.” I said sitting down. The boys grabbed bottles of beer and then came and sat with us. Ethan sitting next to me, Sam next to Julian and Chris was almost on Don’s knee. Considering teenagers are supposed to be difficult to talk to these three were very chatty and while Ethan and I already knew each other quite well I could feel his erection in his briefs as he watched Chris who had his hands all over Don’s muscles. Sam too was clearly happy with Julian and although Don was the same age as me, Julian was actually a couple of years older, not that the boys seemed to care. After a few more beers the boys were getting loosened up and since we were already well ahead of them, I whispered in Ethan’s ear that it might be fun for the three of them to put on a little show for us. Ethan bit my ear and squeezed my cock through my jeans. “Guys, let’s put on a little show” he said standing up, speaking to Chris and Sam. They both grinned and getting up they stood in the middle of the room and started making out in a three-way kiss with hands all over each other’s bodies. I looked at Don and Julian who were both mesmerised. In porn they had seen their fair share but I happen to know it did not include brothers. We watched as Ethan and Sam were soon on their knees sharing Chris’ quite long and reasonably thick cock between them. I had had to release my dick and was now slowly wanking myself and noticed Don and Julian had done the same. Don’s was enormous, a fact not lost on the teenagers. The show got more and more erotic and soon there was a full on spit roast going on with Ethan in the middle taking it both ends. It seemed the brothers were expert tops and then after almost ten minutes of fucking, Sam pulled out and bent over and soon his big brother was inside his cunt fucking him while Ethan fucked his mouth. I was wanking myself silly by now and so were Don and Julian who were both out of their clothes. I was quickly losing mine too and then the boys, realising their audience were in need had broken apart and Ethan was on me, Chris was on Don, devouring his cock as best he could and Sam was kissing Julian. I’d already discussed with Don and Julian the fact that I wasn’t sure if Chris knew or cared what our status was but tonight was a breeding session instigated by my nephew who was in need of all our poison cum. Julian was actually undetectable at the moment so wasn’t sure he could contribute much in the poison cum stakes but Don was even more deadly than me, with a very high viral load. I didn’t even know if Sam was into raw sex but very quickly that thought was answered as he positioned himself astride Julian and lowered himself down onto his raw cock. Don had manoeuvred Chris onto his back on the floor and was about to plough his ass which was accompanied by a lot of high pitched squealing as he entered and stretched his cunt. Ethan was sucking me so well but I pushed him forward on to all fours and got up behind him, ramming my cock straight in. There was now fucking going on all over the room and lots of grunts and moaning. Chris was in for a long haul because I knew through experience that Don took ages to cum, but I’d not climaxed at all today and after ten minutes I came, loudly dumping another big, positive load in my nephew’s cunt. Julian was also about to cum, and as he pumped his first load into Sam we all heard, “Take my dirty load you FUCKING BITCH!!” as he blew a huge load inside the boy's cunt. I looked at Ethan who grinned at me and then at Sam for a reaction but I don’t think it registered, although Chris had looked up until Don went down and shoved his tongue in his mouth while he continued to power drive his ass. Ethan took the initiative getting up and kissing Sam he told him to go over to me and then Ethan was on Julian, kissing him hard and deep. Sam was smiling at me and I pulled him into a long hard kiss feeling his beautifully smooth and tight body and his sweet ass cheeks. I fingered his hole and felt Julian’s load dripping out and my cock grew hard again, so I pushed Sam down onto it to clean it and get it ready for my next fuck. He was very eager and did a great job, taking me fully down his throat. We all knew Don was close now as he was groaning with such a deep voice, I knew it so well and very soon he too was about to cum. He hammered away at Chris and then the deep voice boomed, “Fucking bitch, you want my seed?” he asked Chris. Chris didn’t hesitate and between moans managed to groan “Yes sir, I want it." “Here it comes, TAKE MY POSION LOAD!!!!” he groaned as he came hard inside him. Chris suddenly looked up as he realised what Don had said, “Wait, WHAT?” he cried. Don pumped what I knew to be a gallon of toxic cum inside Chris and his massive bulk held the frantic boy still. Breathing heavily and sweating profusely he collapsed on top of him. I could tell Chris was a bit panicky, which just made me hornier as I held his brother down on me shaft who too had now realised that perhaps the cum they were taking tonight was tainted. “Did you like being bred boy?” came Don’s deep voice. “Your poz?” Chris asked with clear panic in his voice and looking over at his boyfriend, Ethan got of Julian and knelt down by his boyfriend and cupped his head in his hands and began to kiss him. “Baby, you know you thought about being bred” he said pacifying him. Don got up off Chris who remained on the floor with Ethan kneeling beside him and then Ethan pulled Chris onto his front and parted his legs. As we watched, Ethan went down and began to lap Chris’s cunt which was dripping profuse amounts of Don’s cum. Ethan licked it out for a few minutes before kneeling up and then kissing Chris again, now with a mouth full of Don’s feltched load. It was the horniest thing and it spurred me on to fuck Sam who was also know panicking but I lifted him up firmly onto me and fed my cock inside him and started to fuck him. He moaned and tried to resist but I held him tight and fucked him hard. Not wanting to be left out and packing another erection, Julian came up behind Sam and I slowed, knowing he was going to force his cock inside Sam in a double penetration. Sam squealed like a pig as Julian forced his cock in and Chris looking up at his brother’s pain, slowly calmed, perhaps realising the futility of it and giving into the lust. He even grinned watching his younger brother getting DP’d, although we later found out that Sam and Ethan regularly liked to be DP’d. Sam too began to enjoy the fuck and once Julian and I had got our rhythm going, we were stretching the young kid’s cunt so wide and he was moaning in ecstasy. After a good while of fucking, “I’m near” I groaned to Julian, “and me” he replied through gritted teeth. “You want me to breed you bitch?” I grunted at Sam as he looked into my eyes. He paused in thought and pleasure but eventually replied, “Yes master, breed me” That pushed both Julian and me over the edge with him firing first, I could feel his warm load on my shaft as I pumped my toxic cum into Sam. Ethan and Chris were still sat with Don, luxuriating together, feeling his massively muscled body as they nestled either side of him, all watching us rape Sam. Chris looked positively happy now slowly wanking himself as he watched his little brother being knocked up. Julian pulled out but I stayed inside Sam with him clutched to my chest. I could feel his heart racing as fast as mine and the heat from our perspiring bodies and then I felt Julian’s tongue on my shaft. He’d gone down to clean up Sam’s hole, so I pulled out of him which let the flood of cum pour out into Julian’s open and very willing mouth. With a mouth full of jizz he finally knelt beside us and instinctively Sam opened his mouth so that Julian could spit some cum in. I opened my mouth wide, and Julian took the hint and dribbled some of the jizz into my mouth. Afterwards Sam and I kissed, sharing the toxic cum.. To be continued………………………….

What do you think? Should we start an XTube link collection here with URLs linking to XTube videos featuring internal breeding? Whenever we come across a good video on XTube that fulfills these criteria we could post the link here. What do you think?

Note to all my stories: What I post in the fiction section is really and truly fiction, products of my diseased, perverted mind. This story had its start in a guy I saw at Club Z many years ago, long before I discovered bugchasing. He was a troll, looking at him disgusted me, skinny, wasted, missing teeth, much like the Troll in this story. As revolted as I was I couldn't help being fascinated by his cock, it was lovely. Long, hard, perfectly formed, my mouth almost watered watching him stroke it slowly as he looked me in the eye. I wanted to suck it, feel it slide up my ass, squirt me full of his obviously diseased cum. He smiled at me and I turned and fled. I never saw him again, but I still think, what if...? Infected By the AIDS Troll I swallowed when I looked at the Troll, he was obviously sick. I'd seen guys with full blown AIDS before and it had always disgusted me. Now it made my dick hard to look at him and imagine his diseased cock raping my neg ass. He was gaunt, obviously ill, with a big belly that was not from beer. His legs were spotted with a few small Kaposi's marks. He didn't look that bad, but he obviously had AIDS. Did I actually want to let this diseased, AIDS ridden troll fuck me and cum in me? My dick throbbed with the answer, I did. I'd taken never taken a load I knew was poz, had just tested neg after a long dry spell. Now was my chance to get what all my jerk off fantasies revolved around, taking a poz load. I'd finally had to admit to myself that it turned me on more because it would be a load of AIDS cum. We were at a meet and greet for poz men. The organizers put a line in the publicity for the meeting that reluctantly welcomed 'poz friendly neg men', an obvious euphemism for bugchasers like me. I'd recently admitted to myself that I was a bugchaser, what better place to find someone willing and eager to spread the bug than here? I'd thought I'd meet some hot, young, fit guy and go back to his place and get poz fucked. Now my asshole was wet and aching to feel the Troll's diseased cock raping it, tearing it up, making it bleed so his AIDs bug would surely infect me. Troll smiled, a big, shit-eating grin. sure enough, no teeth, just raw gums. I almost shot my load, he was disgusting, I knew I'd be his bitch in minutes. He'd zeroed in and approached me, his name was Tom. The place was packed, he pushed up against me, pressing his hard cock into my butt, then reached around and groped my equally hard cock. We spoke briefly, then he wandered away and circulated, but his eyes kept track of me. My descent into bugchasing started when I saw references to 'charged loads', 'gifting' and 'pozzing' on the net. Soon all my fantasies featured me taking poz loads. When I first stumbled across accounts of young guys taking loads from old, AIDS ridden trolls I'd been revolted, but my dick was always rigid and oozing. More and more I jerked off to more extreme bugging fantasies featuring disgusting AIDS ridden trolls. Why was my dick hard and oozing, about to cum in my pants when I looked at him? I tried desperately to hide it, but I wanted him to bend me over the table and give me the hardest buttfucking of my life, ramming his diseased cock in me hard enough to tear my ass bloody and give the virus that infected his cum a straight shot at my bloodstream. Tom snickered as looked me up and down, he knew what I needed. He wore loose sweat bottoms and his cock was swelling as he looked me, tenting the crotch of the sweats. I couldn't help but stare, it was obviously large, thick and long, I went weak in the knees with a need to suck it, to make it grow, make it hard, so he could violate my neg ass and infect me with his disease. The place had thinned out a bit, men were making out, a few were on their knees sucking, one pair were fucking urgently. Tom looked at me and leered, my time was near. He pushed his sweats down and his cock flopped out. I whimpered, it was beautiful, magnificent, long, thick, big helmet head, a long foreskin lapping over a huge PA. My ass ached as I thought of how much it would hurt when he shoved that AIDS dick in me, how he'd tear my ass open and create clear paths for his disease to find it's way into my bloodstream and infect me. He pulled his shirt up and pushed his sweats down, he was gaunt and wasted, full belly, obviously diseased, Kaposi's on his thighs. I swallowed and dropped my pants to my knees, then turned around, leaned against the drink rail and stuck my ass out. Seconds later I felt the wet head of Tom's cock nuzzle my needy asshole. I moaned and pushed back, he chuckled and slapped me. "Easy, boy! I'm the boss here, you're nothing but a sick bugchasing bitch. You'll get what you want, but you'll get it like I want to give it to you. Tom pumped nine inches of hard dick in and out of me. He popped the head out, then back in, fuck it felt good! A few more minutes of slow fucking and he chuckled. "You like my AIDS dick in you, don't you?" "Fuck yeah, fuck it's good, give it to me." "Oh, I will, you're gonna get what you want tonight, gonna pump a creamy load of my AIDS cum into your tight neg ass, just like you want. I'm full blown. Yeah, you're gonna get it tonight, gonna poz you tonight, gonna infect you tonight." My stomach lurched when he said that. His dick felt so good in me, I loved he had AIDS. He would infect me, I should ask him to stop, or pull out and cum on my ass, not in it. It was so good getting fucked, it was so hot having an AIDS infected cock in me. My ass felt really wet, like when a man had cum in me, had he? I couldn't, but I knew some guys could cum more than once per fuck. Had he already shot in me? My dick pulsed at the thought, I could have AIDS cum in me now! I almost shot my load, it was so hot thinking about getting AIDS cum in me, I wanted it. "You gonna cum in me, gonna fill me with AIDS cum?" "Already shot once, your neg ass is full of my AIDS cum, my AIDS babies are in you now, I just pozzed you, just infected you, you got my strain." I moaned and shot my load, it was too late, he'd cum in me. No point in asking him to stop. And it felt so good, I wanted another load of his poison cum. "Fuck that's hot, cum in me again, give me another load of AIDS cum!" "Oh, I am, I'm pozzing you tonight, just like you wanted." "Fuck yeah, poz me, give it to me, poz me, infect me with HIV! Give me your strain!" I wanted it, wanted to get pozzed, infected with HIV. I might already have been, would be if he fucked me enough. Yes, he was infecting me now. "Sure thing, bitch, gonna infect you tonight, just like you want, gonna infect you with HIV." "Yes, infect me, infect me with HIV. I want you to infect me with HIV, I want your strain!" I looked at him fucking me in the mirror, he was full blown, he had AIDS. I felt his swollen AIDS belly against me and knew he was for real. I wanted his strain. "Give me your load, I want your strain, infect me with HIV!" "Already have you sick fucking faggot, already infected you, take my AIDS cum, faggot!" He shoved in hard and moaned, I felt his cock swell and a warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated and filled my ass with his AIDS cum, giving me his strain.

Is there an age limit that I must adhere to when posting a story? I was very young when I had my first tase of cock. I was wondering If I can tell my story about when I started to be a cumslut. I was not of legal age.

Author's Note: I've read this forum for a long time, but this is my first post. I have a plan for this story, but it isn't completed. This is a slightly fictionalized amalgamation of several different events that have happened to me over the past 2 or 3 years. I welcome any feedback that might improve my storytelling in the future. ___________________________________________ I had been taking a little pnp break to let my body rest from all the parTyinG. I was 2 months into a planned 3 month break, but decided there wasn’t anything wrong with a little bit of sober play time. I went to the bathhouse after work, figuring I’d hop into the sling and take a load or two and see what happened. After checking in and showering, I walked around naked–I prefer not to use a towel. I saw a 40-something, bald leather daddy type watching a movie in the porn room and rubbing a huge bulge that made my ass twitch. That’s usually not my type, but I was feeling slutty so I figured I’d see if he had a load for me. I sat down next to him made eye contact and smiled. He didn’t smile back, but just motioned for me to follow him, which I obediently did. Back in his room, he turned on the light and motioned for me to sit down. I misinterpreted his gesture, thinking he wanted me on my back, but he grabbed me and placed me in a seated position. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a prepared syringe. I protested, still wanting to stay sober a few more weeks. “Shut the fuck up,” he snapped. Those were the first words he’d spoken and they made me lust for him. I love a man who takes control. I knew that I wouldn’t have any choice in what happened until he was done with me. He wrapped a belt around my arm, and found a vein. I’ve never been able to slam myself, and never even brought myself to watch the needle go in when someone else did it for me. This time was different. I watched every step. He expertly found a vein and gently pushed the point through my skin and into my vein. I watched as he pulled back on the plunger and a bright red flash appeared in the chamber of the syringe. He loosened the belt and in one fluid motion pressed down on the plunger emptying the contents of the rig into my vein. I can still feel what happened next as if it was happening now. For the tiniest fraction of a second, it felt cool. The liquid was colder than my blood. I didn’t cough, but gasped for air as my heart sped up and my ears rang. Then a warmth began in the center of my chest and spread out through my entire body, rippling out in every direction, vibrating and pulsing through every square inch of my body. I realized that I was no longer in control. I was a slave to a man who had slammed me with an unknown amount of crystal meth. I knew that I would do whatever depraved thing he told me to do. His desires would become mine. As the waves of chem-induced pleasure turned into a flood of desire, I was aware of only one thing–my ass. It needed to be filled with cock and cum. I hoped it would be rough and I needed it to not stop for a very long time. Just then, my leather daddy reached back and slapped me across the face with his open hand, surprising me and leaving my cheek warm and tingly. “Come on faggot. You’ve got work to do.”

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.

Visiting Melbourne for couple of weeks and keen to take anon cocks balls deep

Spent last week at a hotel. one night before dinner i jumped on Grindr to see if anyone was looking. Saw a guy on 200 ft away. He was on the floor below me. no pics though. Profile said he was a thick dicked top and looking to get sucked or more. Pretty sure he was married or closeted. I hit him up and after a few messages he gave me his room number. He asked if i wanted to fuck and i said lets see what happens. i don't usually hook up without a pic or two but went for it anyway. his door was ajar when i got there. dark room but I could see him when i entered. he was tall with average looks and manly. I got busy and pulled out his cock. Wow, very thick. got on my knees and worked it and sucked him til he was very hard. then i pulled my sweats down. kneeled up on the bed and presented my ass to him. i saw condoms on the night stand but he didn't offer them to me. instead he grabbed my hips and just started rubbing his stiff cock on my hole. poking it. i brought lube and poppers so i quickly reached under and back and slicked up his cock from behind and pushed my ass back on his dick. he slowly pushed in to let me adjust to his thick cock. took a hit of poppers, arched my back good and he slid all the way in to his balls. i held him there until i was ready and then he started to fuck my hole good. Heaven. Love thick dicked men. about 5 to 8 minutes later he said he was going to cum and i told him to just cum in my ass. Beautiful throbbing dick as he blew his load in my ass. I asked him not to pull out and keep his still hard cock in me for a couple more minutes. then he pulled out. i pulled up my sweats and thanked him, kissed him and left. So hot. Went to dinner with his cum in my hole.

A few weeks ago I went to Club Pittsburgh early in the morning on a weekday, going early so I could clean up, shower and relax before getting piggy. I had recently purchased a new red jock strap, and brought a new bottle of poppers from Double Scorpio. After I was prepared and relaxed, I pulled-on my jock, and started making the rounds of the club. My first impression was there were only two other guys in the entire place, and neither seemed particularly interested in playing, but by 11:00 AM the place was picking up and I scored my first action of the day. I was standing in the elevated glory home booth, stroking, when a hot hungry mouth appeared at the hole and engulfed my cock. After a few minutes of bliss, I pulled out and bent over and put my ass against the hole. I was a bit skeptical as to whether anything would happen, boy, was my skepticism unfounded: the mouth on the other side proceeded to tongue-fuck my hole, eating my ass to the point I was horny as hell and determined to get fucked. Stepping away from the glory hole, I walked out and headed up the stairs to the dark room where I found several guys standing around doing nothing but stroking. I walked over to the play bench and bent over showing my ass to the group. I had pre-lubed, and the rim job had loosened me up further so I felt prepared. Within minutes I had a cock in my mouth and two sets of hands were caressing my ass. As I lovingly sucked the very average sized cock of the guy standing in front of me, I felt a rather large member sliding along my ass. The anticipation made me whimper, I pulled out my poppers and took several long hits in anticipation, but nothing happened. I turned around and saw my would be top making out with another guy as a third was ducking his cock. Suddenly I felt very greedy and wanted that cock for myself, but again, I misread the situation because the big cock stud ordered the man making out with him to plow my ass. I suddenly felt a sudden fullness as a six inch thin cock was driving into my boy cunt. I squeezed at his cock and within a minute he came in my ass. At that point the cock I had been sucking withdrew from my mouth, and slid into my now sloppy hole. The man who been sucking off the big cocked-stud presented his cock for my oral attention, and very quickly it grew into an eight incher that completely filled my mouth. As I enjoyed working on the stud, somewhat to my surprise I felt a mouth on my cock. This was getting insane! I ended up taking three more loads without getting a load from the big alpha cock I had been sucking for about ten minutes. I looked up at him with intense longing. He told me I had to get five loads before he would give me the biggest load of them all, so I continued sucking him while others took my ass. Eventually I had the prerequisite five loads and he withdrew from my mouth and walked around me and bent down and began eating my ass. He then shocked me by saying my ass taste much better now than it did previously. After a few minutes of great ass eating he stood up and pushed into me. I felt such purpose. I was here to take cock, to become a true cum dump and this big cocked ass eater was enjoying the fruits of my determination. After a few minutes I felt him quicken his pace and he said he was going to shoot his load deep in my guts. I demanded he blast inside and, as I hoped, within seconds he arched his hips into me and began a slow grunting grind. I felt bliss! He pulled out and left me there, a sloppy cum hole wanting more. I eventually took four more loads, bringing my total up to ten, but after the ass eater I felt nothing beyond duty to these top fuckers who needed a hole to fill. I plan to return to Club Pittsburgh next weekend, 1/15-1/18. If you can make, it post here, or message me directly.

I love topping guys younger than me, esp if they're in their 20's or 30's so they can call me daddy while I'm knocking em up. But with an older guy I do prefer bottoming, as it just seems more natural. Of course, I've fucked older guys also, and told em how much I love my bottom daddy as my cock is in their hole. Lol. Yeah, sex talk can sound corny once the moment has passed. I think it's tiresome and boring for a guy to be a complete bottom, but it isn't my business really. I can only choose my own way.

The older I get, the more I crave ANY cock and ANY load, any time I'm able. Shame Seattle tops are such stingy bastards.

... by being friends with them. Friends don't always have to agree: my personal opinion is that friendship isn't predicated on one aspect of a person. To me, that's like asking "how do you mix being friends with someone who is female with you being male," or "how do you mix being friends with someone who is completely against safe sex while loving the idea of safe sex yourself?"

Agreed, I can never get enough or get stretched enough when high!

Two loads last night. Was feeling crazy horny so posted a BBRT ad for anon pump and dump loads before my bf (who doesn’t know what kind of cum slut I am) got home. First guy was a kid that I had forgotten about. We had fucked a few months ago. He came by and found me ass up. He wanted to lube my ass up while I huffed poppers deep, and slid his cock in eventually. Not terribly thick but he held me down and fucked pretty hard. Lasted a while too. Was kind of hot hearing a younger guy in me progressively losing control as he got closer to shooting his load. Turned into a nasty talking top breeder too. Decently hot fuck and nice thick load deep. As he left a semi regular fuck buddy messaged and said he wanted to breed but my bf was already on the way home. Plus my buddy’s bf was home. So he made up an excuse to head out and I raced over to meet him at the video store. He bent me over and started fucking me hard. I was moaning loud. He didn’t last super long but was nice and verbal, calling us both cheating sluts and commenting on how great my cummy ass felt. Finally he grabbed me the shoulders and pile drove me until he nutted. And we both split right away to head home. My BF got home, we had dinner, and went to bed... him having no idea that an hour prior I was offering my ass up to all takers, and that two big raw loads were soaking into my slutty hole.

I was supposed to meet up with this one guy I had been talking to, big cock, and was going to be when I got up. For some reason that fell through. I was on Adam and browsing the guys when I got hit up by this younger guy. About 25ish, Asian, not my normal type, but I was horny and saw that he was a versatile top and had nothing listed for condom/bare. We chat a bit and I tell him up front I'm looking to be a BB bottom, and he immediately replies he needs to fuck me. Off to a good start. We chat some more, make arrangements and after he gets off work I find my ass in the air waiting him to walk into my darkened apartment. This boy goes to town on eating my ass out. He's incredibly talented at making me moan with just my tongue. He eventually jumps into bed and has me start sucking him. Not the biggest cock, but decent girth, and tastes like pussy. I'm thinking he's been in a woman earlier? Hmmm..... He pulls me up to him and tells me to sit on his cock, I lower myself onto it and it feels so good. He starts pounding me from underneath, and I'm amazed he can fuck so much while I'm on top. We switch off positions a couple times, he says he's not ready to cum and pulls out a few minutes into it so I know he's doing good. I start telling him to give it to me and all of a sudden he starts to pound my ass like a jackrabbit. Hard, fast, rhythmic. He keeps this up longer than I thought was possible, and then suddenly says he's gonna cum. He shoots a nice big load in my ass! He pulls out, we chat some, and he makes a comment asking why I don't have a line. He he.....can't wait til next time with him, So little did he know, a fuck bud of mine, the one that gave me my last load of 2017, had messaged me when the guy that had just left had initially contacted me. I had strung him along a bit, and didn't commit, wasn't sure if I could do more than one tonight, but when chatting with me he told me a time he'd be free. I realized it was an hour after the first guy was supposed to cum to my place so I figured, what the hell. Maybe I can give him some sloppy seconds. I know this guy doesn't like fucking used hole though, so I have to be coy about it. He had been texting me while guy #1 was fucking me, and of course I hadn't answered. I smoothed it over and made a few comments to make him riled up and sat there ass up waiting for him. He arrives and our usual fucking around is me sucking him while I'm blindfolded and he eventually pulls my ass up to play with and then slides in. This is of course how we start. Now the last time this guy has cum by and I had a guy before him, he's made a comment about the sign-in sheet at the doormans desk having my apartment listed by another guy. This time he hadn't said anything. When he slides into me it is heavenly. I have not let on that I had taken a load already. He probably fucks me a good 10 minutes when I start hearing that tell-tale sound of cock going in and out a sloppy-hole. Yikes, the jig is up I think. He doesn't say anything. A few minutes later he finally says, "you got another guys load in you don't you" and I tell him I do. At first I think he's gonna pull out, but he keeps going. As a matter of fact he's fucking me even harder now. This guy tends to edge a little when fucking, pulls out every now and then, or stops his thrusting. When he stops thrusting I give his cock a little squeeze, and he says "Trying to make me cum?" I make a joke about that "of course, I need us to go on to Maury so that you can be told you're the father." He chuckles then starts thrusting again. Once again he is pounding me harder than usual. He's almost as rough as guy #1 was. Finally he says the words that are music to my ears "I'm cumming" and I feel his cock pulsating in my hole! We kiss, hug and say goodbyes and I feel fulfilled. Before guy #2 had shown up I had been messaged by a fuckbud that is a goldstar barebacker! I had told him I had a load in and might be getting #2. Well, after #2 was in I quickly popped on and messaged him I had just gotten fucked. I wanted him to cum over and give me #3 but in the end he was more persuasive and I went to his place. This guys BF is usually home, tonight he wasn't there so we were able to fuck in the house instead of a few other places in his building we've found. He doesn't last long in my ass, and again the goodbyes and hugs, see ya next time and this time I'm off to go home. When I get home I let it out, I swear this wad of cum was almost the size of a baseball! The perfect number of loads in a 24 hour period! Off to bed now, hope you enjoyed

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Hi Gents, I’m back from an intense weekend in the beautiful city of Amsterdam where, amongst other things, I’ve had a chance to finally attend the meat market in club Church so I thought I will share some of the information and impressions with you. The meat market is quite the same things of the FSM party organized regularly in Berlin and across a few other cities in Europe, including Amsterdam. The MM though has no connection to the FSM from an organization stand point and, although the idea is basically the same, they remain two separate franchise. The mares (bottoms) arrives at the club one hour before the stallions (tops), they get undressed, get a hood (red for condom optional sex) and take position spread across the main room in front of the bar. The Club itself is quite small, compared to the Dragon Room in KitKat club in Berlin, and when you have around 30 bottoms in the room, spaces get a bit tight. I should say the general organization of the FSM in Berlin was better; there you have more space around you, more slings, lube conveniently distributed and accessible to mares, toilets on the same floor and a big changing room to get undressed and prepared. Here in Amsterdam everything is tighter. Changing room could barely fit three persons at the same time, there was only 1 sling in the room and a couple of padded benches. Toilets and chill out room for bottoms are located downstairs and you access them via a stair so freaking steep they could just replace it with a trapdoor on the floor. But having said that, the general experience was great and the staff at the club is friendly and helps you out in every possible way. I’ve noticed some other differences with the FSM. For example, here at the MM you don’t get a number stamped on your back but, as the action is taking place, attendants strikes you with a permanent marker for every top that fucks you. I think that’s a cool idea so by the end of the afternoon you know (more or less) how many tops have fucked you. Of course that’s not an exact number, cause attendants are not always close by to keep track of the traffic in and out of your rear hole, but it’s better than nothing cause it’s hard to keep score by yourself while being blindfolded and passed around so many cocks ?. Ideally the mare with the highest score “wins” the party and gets free entrance at the next event; in reality I don’t think this is going to happen because I haven’t seen anybody checking on it and people were anyway leaving sparsely. Don’t worry, ink is not really permanent and you can ask the stuff to wipe it off your back with a solvent at the end of the evening before getting dressed again. I ended up being fucked by 20 tops in a couple of hours so that was a great start of the evening. Another difference to the FSM is that the party starts immediately after all mares have arrived and haven taken their positions. Stallions are anyway allowed to enter for one hour more but the action can start right away; as a matter of fact, this extend party duration to three hours. The other side of the coin is that the party may be a bit slow to start up cause all mares are in place but stallions keep on arriving. I remember having waited for a good 15 minutes before receiving some attention but then the party really fires up till it starts to flare out around 7:30 pm. Another difference compared to the FSM I’ve attended in Berlin, is that here most of the mares preferred BB sex; probably just a third or so of mares wore a white hood (condom only sex) while all the others, me included, had a red hood (condom optional). Probably three or four tops fucked me covered while all the others went for BB, so this will not disappoint you! I’ve had great fun and I will go back when given a chance. Stallions comes in all forms and shapes, I don’t think they filter the entrance based on any criteria. Some of them are naked, some wearing leather gear, some with just their underwear on. Most of them in the age range 35 to 55. Can’t tell how many loads I’ve taken; must have been a few cause while getting dressed again I could feel shots of cum drying out on my back, on my legs and in my hair (at what point and how that happened, I’m not sure ?) and leaking from my ass; great feeling. I remember a guy that while I was flipped over my back with a big cock deep inside me has started sticking two fingers in my hole, stretching it out and collecting cum that he then made me lick off his fingers; what a pig. I also remember one guy in full leather gear that put me on my knees and made me suck his dick for a good 30 minutes while calling me names (in English, I guess it was immediately clear I was not a local) and slap me and spit me in the face. I obliged cause, you know, I’m basically a sub slut that loves some manhandling but this also gave others away the message I enjoy being submitted. For the rest of the evening tops kept on spitting on my open mouth, sit on my face to made me lick their ass and fuck me with a dominant attitude. One of the guys took me from my station and brought me to other side of the room where, in a very rough way, bent me over to expose me for another guy to fuck my ass while he kept on using my mouth. He came, I swallowed while still tossed by the deep thrusts of the guy that was fucking me. I wish I could have that every day. ? Not all highlights though. A negative mention for this big fat guy with the smallest dick of Amsterdam that kept on shuffling his dick in my mouth with no purpose. Just wasting my time. At around 7:45 the party started to break down and by 8:00 pm I was out. Headed to hotel room to have a drink and a chat with one of the guys I’ve met there and decided to spend the rest of the night at the Web. Also one of the coolest cruising clubs in Amsterdam. Don’t be fooled by the relaxed atmosphere at the bar and very friendly staff, the darkroom upstairs is nasty and, that night, was quite busy. As soon as I entered the darkroom I kneeled and took my t-shirt off so to make everybody aware what I was looking for. Cocks didn’t wait to arrive and I’ve found my myself pushed around by three guys that nicely but steadily took turn fucking my face and filling my mouth with cum. I got fucked BB by two more guys on my well lubed ass and ended the night sucking this guy with a beer-can-thick cock that made me gag and gasp for air for a good hour. Right now, after two days, ma throat and jaws still feel sore. Thank you, guys in Amsterdam. See you soon for more. Till then. WildBreed.

I know the Days Inn Wild Wild West on Tropicana it’s good for that too!

I think I may have had the greatest night ever! I’m a scrawny poz dude who absolutely loves getting fucked raw by built dudes who’ll slam me around like a ragdolll My buddy gave me my belated Christmas gift. First of all, he got me good and fucked up. Then, I had at least 6-7 sexy built dudes with big ole dicks all lined up to get my ass jackhammered and filled full of cum. I’m just a scrawny feminine little faggot that loves being dominated by sexy muscular dudes with big, thick dicks. I got out of a sucky relationship not long ago with a nice guy that had an insufficient cock , was a shitty top, and tried to be nice and gentle. Now, I’m loving being an absolute cumdump bottom bitch. Anyway, when I came in with my buddy, some of these studs laughed and thought they’d be too much for me to handle. I told them I may be a scrawny little faggot, but I love being totally dominated by hung dudes, I love sucking dick, and I absolutely love a big, built muscle stud who can fuck me good and make me bust a nut without anyone touching my dick. It’s even better getting spit roasted, have a mouthful of big thick dick that I’m gagging on as a hung dude fucks me raw and good. I’d told my buddy that I really missed being totally dominated and I really, really missed having a group of dudes take turns passing me like a rag doll, preferably dudes with thick long dicks that’ll make me get rock hard and nut. Anyway, my buddy told me he had a surprise, told me to make sure I had a clean ass and and was ready for a treat. Hecame over, we got fucked up, he then blindfolded me, and he took me somewhere. After we got there, he took my blindfold off and there was a room of big old masculine men with nice dicks. At first, they thought I was just a scrawny little bitch who likes to dream about big dicks, but was too much of a sissy to take ‘em all. I was quickly on my back and begging to get fucked, and begging to suck some cock. This hung Arab stud started drilling me raw with his coke can dick and I started sucking an absolutely beautiful dudes dick. I don’t think I’ve seen anything hotter than me in the mirror and my pale, scrawny, ginger ass as a couple dudes with dark complexion and beautiful muscles treat me like the little sissy faggot bitch I am. And it only got better from there! Over the next couple hours, I got to suck a lot of sexy dicks, and had all these dudes taking turns nutting up in me. My buddy filmed the first dude with his sexy thick, dark dick and sexy muscles totally dominating my scrawny 29 inch waist. I absolutely love watching videos of myself getting split open and the contrast of a scrawny little feminine ginger bitch begging as a muscular dude fuckin’ jackhammers my ass. This dude knew what he was doing and had my own dick rock hard and bouncing. I may be a little dude, but it just makes my decent 7’ or so look even bigger, although it’s off limits for my man. Way back when I was a young faggot, I realized that I could shoot amazing loads without anyone touching my dick, and I’ve been a horny little bottom bitch that craves dick every since. My buddy set up the camera on the tripod and then he joined me. Over the next couple hours, we were sluts and it was great! I had dudes busting nuts up my ass, in my face, in my hair, and about everywhere else. It was fucking amazing! Anyway, after everyone had busted a nut up in me and my buddy, we just laid there for a while with content smiles, gaping asshoes, and cumpuddles everywhere, both me and my buddy decided we needed more dick. We got high again, set off for the bathhouse and found a couple slings and crawled our little faggot ginger and blond assss in ‘em. Before we knew it, there was a whole herd of studs ready to breed us raw. I clearly remember looking over at my buddy as this built Hispanic dude was fucking him and I had a hung black stud drilling me and I just said ‘best fucking gift of all time!’ Eventually, we’d ran out of big dicked cuties, were covered in cum, and, had some raw asses. Ive gotta day, I’ve been a power bottom little faggot bitch boy since high school, but I think this may have set a record. I got deep dicked by 15 or so studs, every one of them bareback, sucked a lot of dick and swallowed a lot of loads, and shot 3 or 4 loads myself without anyone touching my dick. Now, my buddy and I are cuddling and fantasizeing about hot guys as we are watching a video of my sexy Arab stud splitting my tight ass open and me laying spread eagle as I beg for him to fuck me like the sissy little fag that I am. I’ve always liked being a total bottom slut and getting fucked good and hard, but as I’m now in my 30s, I’m turning into a total freak and total slut. I also like proving to built muscle studs that a tall, scrawny, hogh-pitched ginger bitch can take a deep dicking like a real man. Nothing better than seeing a whole lineup of cute studs and having lots of hung dudes turning me into a total cumdump slut. Sorry this went on so long, but this was fucking amazing! I fucking love being a bottom bitch, I fucking love being dominated by hung muscle studs, and I fucking love watching my scrawny ginger ass getting split open as hung dudes deep make me squeal like a little bitch and curl my toes in joy Any other horny skinny bottom bitches in Chicago who like to get deep dicked and barebacked hit me up Nothing better than me and another bottom bitch laying there as I at first gently plead in a high pitched voice to be gentle and nice, only to then beg and plead to get fucked just a little harder Damn I’m horny

One of the local, barely legal twinks I’ve been breeding for a while now just found out that he’s now poz... lol

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I did the molesting as I was a kid ..... I would suck off my father, lick his nuts, and play with his body while he was passed out drunk. Eventually he became a willing participant when he woke up one night to piss and caught me sucking his cock. I became not only his urinal that night but his cum-dump.

Part 3: Want Some MORE chocolate sprinkles? – Pay-to-Play for 25 inches of Pain: “I WANT TO SEE HOW HUNGRY THAT ASS IS - YOU EVER TAKEN 12 INCHES? 13? IT’S ONLY A BIT BIGGER. WELL A BIT LONGER ANYWAYS. THICK AS MY WRIST THOUGH. I BET YOU CAN. NO CHOICE REALLY - MORE LIKE YOU WILL TAKE IT. HEY BOY, CRUSH UP SOME MORE OF THAT SHIT, LET’S PACK THAT CHUTE, THEN GO IN AND TELL THE GUYS HE’S READY.” Still smacking his ass pussy flavored cigar the ice cream man stood up, grabbed my chains, hooked me back to the ceiling, then reached into a box and pulled out a rag and stuffed it in my mouth. He grinned then said, “I THINK YOU MAY SCREAM ON THESE ONES, BUT THAT’S COOL - TRY - TOLD THEM THIS WAS A NO LIMITS FUCK. YOU WANT SOME MORE SPRINKLES?” Hot BBC nutt continued to run down my leg - the special family mix from both the ice cream man and his nephew. I groaned as the ice cream man jammed his fingers in my ass, used his nails to scratch at my hole, and then withdrew them before stuffing shards of Tina inside me. I was spinning pretty good when the back door opened up and the nephew stepped in followed by two huge guys who seemed like they could barely fit in the truck. The ice cream man stood up, licked the slime and crystal crust off his fingers, puffed on his cigar, then grabbed my chin with his right hand and said, “Tonight’s dinner special is Kobe Beef Steak - extra rare - the ‘all you can eat’ buffet version.” He then held up my black credit card and turned it side to side, “This is a special, off-menu delivery so will cost extra. These two bust heads for me for a living, and a few arms, legs, and skulls as needed. Tonight you get the privilege of funding some pay-to-play for my guys here who will be bringing 25 inches of pain. That’s right. 13 and long and 12 and wide - so which steak you trying to choke down first? Hell don’t really matter. Not your choice.” I shivered as a Tina rush coursed through me and my hormones blazed like a solar flare anticipating what was to come. The ice cream man set some baggies of Tina on the counter, grabbed his box of stash, looked at the two guys and gave his final instructions, “You got an hour to rape that ass, make that pussy gape and flap and swell. He’s a dick hungry fag slut, so no limits, and that hole is already primed - both with some nicca nutt and some of my good stash. You two think you can handle that? Aiight. We’ll be back in 60 and who knows - maybe he’ll add a tip!” It took a little swearing, adjusting, and ultimately they had to step out the back before the ice cream man and his nephew could leave. When the two drug enforcers stepped back in, the ice cream truck seemed to tilt, and the shadows darkened as they stood between me and the small light bulb on the ceiling that cast a pale glow. The rag in my mouth prevented me from talking, but I did my best mumble and rattled the chains on my arms to get their attention. They booth looked at me like I was an annoying pest. One of them sat down on the ice cream man’s milk crate and started to take off his boots. “What the fuck you doing?” the other one asked as he reached into the cooler, pulled out a popsicle and peeled the sticky paper back to expose a bright, orange frozen treat. “Getting comfortable - fuck - what you think? And what the fuck you doing?” The other guy just shrugged as he bit off a chunk of the Popsicle and chewed it, which sent a shiver up my spine. How can folks bite into something cold like that? They continued chatting back and forth and I was getting hornier and hornier so I rattled the chains again and spun back and forth a little. My ass needed some attention and now! The guy who sat down was now naked except for his boots that he had put back on. He grunted then growled as he stood back up and came over to me and slapped my face, “What the fuck? Sluts should be seen and not heard, now let me see that ass.” He stepped around and behind me then WHACK! Gave my ass a good smack. My body tensed, the chains shook, I mumbled into the mouth rag. WHACK! “HA - damn! Those white cheeks turn bright red just like that,” He said. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The other came over, “I say we bruise the fag up a bit first. Boss said no limits, but I gotta nutt soon as my balls are bursting and should be good for a couple. What do you think? In answer his friend continued to spank my cheeks - WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The guy in front just laughed, set the now remnants of the Popsicle and stick between his teeth and nursed it like a pacifier as he reached down, unbuttoned his pants and dropped them around his ankles. The angle prevented me from seeing his dick, but I could smell it and that man funk would have made my dick spring right up if it had not been for all the Tina now coursing through me. He stepped closer, smiled, pulled the popsicle stick out of his mouth and with the last bits of orange treat left started to melt it across my nipples in little swirls. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The ass beating continued as my nipples started to get chewed and worked. I could feel his dick now. The head was tapping at my belly button as he jacked his shaft while he hummed and chewed first one nipple then the other. He paused and bit hard and I yelped and cried out into the rag. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He bit down again and started to grind my nipple like a rock of Tina caught between a spoon and the counter. I was whimpering as he opened his mouth wider, taking in more of my flesh, yet always finding his way back to my nipple core. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “There we go - fuck yeah!” the guy behind me said. “Got some nice shades of deep red showing and my rings are leaving hot little purple gouges. Time to bruise that pussy up.” The massive chocolate stick punctured my ass ring and my body went rigid, the chains clanged and banged, my eyes watered up and the bile caught in my throat as the dewy rag would not let me force it out. The guy who had now chewed my nipples raw looked up, paused, laughed, “Yeah, shit stings don’t it? Most pussy tries to tap out as soon as he starts pushing it in, but that’s not an option for you. Here, let me coat them nostrils for you. Make you relax them ass lips so my man can get his thrust on.” The BBC behind me gripped my hips hard, dug his nails into my skin, and pushed his dick deeper into my slop filled hole, “FEEL THAT CUNT GET RIPPED AND SPLIT! WRECKIN IT OPEN ‘N DIGGIN THAT TUNNEL OUT!” The chains were rattling hard now as he started to slam fuck me, “THAT PUSSY HAVING A FIT! CONVULSING ON MY DICK - GO ON - TRY TO CLAMP THAT HOLE SHUT, LET ME BREAK IT OPEN. FUCK THAT’S NASTY - RIGHT LIKE THAT - SEE YOU TRYING TO ARCH THAT BACK, LET ME DIG THEM WALLS - OH YEAH!” My nipples were given a short reprieve as the man in front paused his chewing and said, “Yo, let’s put some more gas in that tank.” The BBC in my ass slid out, I gasped into the rag in my mouth and fidgeted wanting him to put it back in. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I whimpered, my spanker laughed, I then watched his buddy coat up the Popsicle stick with a load of white powder before walking behind me. “OK,” he said, “Pull his cheeks apart a bit bro, let me eye that hole. JESUS NICCA! You shredding it! Let’s see if this sets that fag’s ass on fire.” I cried out more - the noise lost in the rag as he shaved the Popsicle stick into my ass and started digging around with it, coating my hole with Tina while at the same time trying to damage my gut lining. When he was done, and his buddy slammed back in and started fucking fast and furious, the pain was sharp, pointed, intense, and burning. Back in the front, the BBC who had tortured my nipples stood back and stroked his dick. My eyes grew wide at how long and thick it was. “Time for a little DP action bro,” he said as he put his body right in front of mine, wiggled his right hand between my thighs, then placed his dick head just under my balls and when his buddy slammed into me, he shoved his dick forward. I now had a monster BBC fucking my ass and another sliding back and forth right under my balls/between my upper thighs pushing the opposite way. He laughed, “BRO, YOU SHOULD SEE HIS FACE. DON’T THINK THIS BITCH HAS EVER HAD HIS GOUCH FUCKED BEFORE. DIDN’T KNOW YOU HAD TWO PUSSIES DID YOU? YOUR GOUCH IS ALL WARM AND SLICK FROM THAT NUTT JUICE DRIPPING OUT YOUR ASS - SLICKING MY DICK UP JUST RIGHT - GETTING ME ALL READY TO BUST A LOAD INSIDE.” My balls were being crushed now by his black wood as he banged me from the front while his buddy continued to stretch my ass. “I’M GONNA FLOOD THIS HOLE, BANGIN THIS BACK, MURDERING THIS PUSSY GOOD,” the BBC fucking me announced, “HELP ME HOLD THE BITCH STILL MAN - LET ME PISTOL WHIP THAT ASS - TAKE THIS BAZOOKA DICK - TAKE THIS A.K.-FUCKIN-47. YOU READY FOR SOME BULLETS? READY TO GET SHOT UP? DRIVE BY SNIPER DICK COMING - GOING TO BLOW YOU THE FUCK UP! BLOW YOU THE FUCK ----AHHH YEAH - BLOWING YOU UP…..” Both dicks picked up the pace as my ass was filled with more chocolate syrup. Hersheys had nothing on me! No sooner had he removed his demon dick from my ass, than his buddy pulled his now wet and slippery dick out from under my balls, reached up, and unhooked the chains. Our three bodies all became somewhat entangled, “Yo man, bend the bitch over first so he can lick my dick clean and taste that strawberry filling I made in that pussy.” He proudly pointed at his dick, “Look at them chunks man! That was some good thick nutt and damn - look there - BIG RED IN THE HOUSE MADE THAT PUSSY SHRED!” The rag was pulled from my mouth and before I could say a word he pushed my head down, “OPEN THAT SLUT MOUTH AND TASTE YOUR PERIOD, SLURP THAT GOOD NICCA NUTT UP WHILE MY BRO STUFFS YOU WITH HIS OWN PERSONAL TAMPON STICK!” I opened my mouth and took as much of his shaft in as I could, but his head was big and dick was thick and before I had time to really loosen my jaws and give his dick its due I tried to rear back. “TIME TO TURN YOU OUT YOU DICK HUNGRY PERV SLUT! FUCKING TEASING ME WITH THAT GOUCH, NOW IT’S MY TURN TO IMPALE YOU WITH SOME - WHAT’D THE BOSS CALL IT? OH YEAH - KOBE BEEF. YOU LIKE THIS BEEF? BET YOU DIDN’T KNOW THIS IS HOW COWS GET THEIR MILK - NICCA BULL DICK MILK. LET ME HEAR YOU GAG ON HIS SHIT AND WORK THAT HOLE IF YOU WANT THIS MILK - WORK IT - AW FUCK. TIME TO RAPE THAT PUSSY DEEP. HERE YOU GO - FILLING THAT ASS - TAKE THIS BEEF STICK! TAKE THIS BLACK BEEF! YOU JUST A COW FOR THIS BULL DICK - PINK COW PUSSY FOR THIS BLACK BULL - GOOD COW READY. BREED AND SEED INSEMINATION COMING! BULL SPERM COMING SLUT - BULL NUTT DRIPPING - YOU READY TO GET IT? FUCK YEAH FAG BITCH TAKE MY NUTT! MILK THIS DICK! EAT IT UP! SWALLOW THESE BULL BABIES UP THAT PUSSY HOLE! HELL YEAH BLOWING MY LOAD BALLS DEEP - OPENED YOU RIGHT UP - FUCKING NASTY CUM WHORE!” My body was shaking uncontrollably. I started to wonder, was I overdosing on Tina or something? I was standing in the middle of the ice cream truck, legs apart, my hole dripping PING PING PING nutt onto the metal floor. The ice cream man’s two BBC drug enforcers were both lined up at the counter, snorting Tina, and when the chains on my collar and between my wrists started rattling louder they looked at me and laughed. The guy who had fucked me first – the one with the thick 12-incher, said, “Fuck, pussy’s in shock, I got just the fix for that.” He roughly pushed me down on the cardboard covered section of the floor, pushed my cuffed and chained hands forward and grunted as he rammed back in me, “Let’s pack this fudge stick up in that ass. MAKE YOU FEEL THIS ALMOND JOY.” His co-conspirator kicked the milk crate over, sat down, lit a cigarette, adjusted his pants that were still down around his ankles, then held his hand down in front of my face, “Spit on my hand.” I tried and half the spit just ran down my chin as I was body pressed to the floor being rape fucked and with my cuffed arms forced forward could not really make the shot. He just laughed, used his fingers to wipe my chin, then took his slick hand and started stroking his 13-inch dick back to life. “Yo - you about done man?” Mr. 13-inch asked, “I’m ready to tear it up again. Go on my man, let me see you stretch that pussy out. Bang it harder! NAIL THAT PUSSY TO THE FLOOR! HAMMER IT HOME - HAMMER IT - THERE YOU GO NICCA - THERE YOU GO! FUCKIN-A BRO - FUCKIN-A. LEAN INTO THAT SHIT, LEAN INTO IT. STRETCH IT OUT FOR ME, YEAH THAT PUSSY AIN’T SNAPPING BACK ANYTIME SOON. COME ON BRO, NUTT IT UP. NUTT IT UP. HE LIKES THAT ALMOND JOY WITH NUTTS - YEAH HE DOES - BITCH PUSSY FOR NUTT - DIG UP IN THERE! DIG IT OUT! DIG IT! FUCK YEAH BRO!” It was like being at a one-on-one pick up game where I was totally outmatched, the other guy never let control of the ball go, and he had his own cheerleading team to encourage the slaughter. With a final thrust the 12-incher swelled and heaved and poured his load deep. When he withdrew hardly anything ran out as my guts went back into their normal twist and turn shape and held his sticky jizz in. No sooner had he stood up off me and stepped back towards the front of the ice cream truck, then Mr. 13-inch was up off the milk crate, between my legs, and dropping his full weight down onto me. I cried out as his dick felt like it was deep enough to puncture a lung. He adjusted himself, grabbed the back of the leather collar with his left hand, clamped his right hand over my mouth/face, and proceeded to pound the hell out of me. “THIS IS HOW WE DO THOSE HOME INVASIONS,” he explained, letting me in on some of their criminal secrets, or maybe just his twisted fantasy, “WE ROUGH UP THE BITCH BOY PUSSY WHEN WE FOLLOW ONE OF THEM HOME - FIRST SO THEY LEARN ENOUGH TO OBEY. THEN WHEN I’M SURE THE FIGHT’S GONE OUT OF THEM, I SET MY PIECE ON THE NIGHTSTAND SO THEY CAN SEE HOW THINGS COULD GO WHILE MY BRO HERE CHOKES THEM OUT.” He yanks the collar, squeezes his hands tighter, “THOSE PUSSIES TOTALLY RELAX LIKE THAT - ASSES TOO - I CAN EVEN DRY FUCK’EM THAT WAY. COURSE THE HOLE’S NEVER THE SAME AFTER THAT, BUT LIKE I GIVE A SHIT. I GOT WHAT I NEEDED. IF THEY HAPPEN TO START COMING TO BEFORE I FINISH - WELL A QUICK SQUEEZE AND LIGHTS OUT AGAIN BABY OR IF WE KNOW WE GOT TIME WE ALWAYS HAVE A NEEDLE ON HAND WITH A SPECIAL COCKTAIL. WE TURN THE SLUTS OUT - FIND NEW HOLES TO BREAK OPEN - GO DEEPER THAN ANYONE HAS GONE BEFORE - BREED THEM WITH SO MUCH NICCA NUTT I BE THE DADDY AND GRANDADDY.” This was some fucked up shit, but the 12-inch guy was loving it as he now sat on the milk crate, jacking his dick and moaning and groaning and saying, “YES!” like a hiss over and over listening to his buddy twist my tail while he spun a tale. “ONCE IN A BLUE MOON - AND FUCK WE AIN’T FOUND THIS IN FUCKING EVER - WE COME ACROSS A BITCH HOLE THAT PUTS UP A GOOD FIGHT, WANTS IT HARDER, DEEPER, ROUGHER, AND IS WILLING TO LET US TAKE WHAT WE NEED. WHEN WE NEED IT. HOW WE WANT IT. I THINK YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE; YES I DO YOU FUCKING FAG PUSSY. YOU KNOW HOW I KNOW? THE HARDER I SQUEEZE YOU MOAN. YOU LIKE THAT SHIT. THE DEEPER MY DICK GOES YOU BUCK YOUR HIPS UP AND BACK. YOU LIKE IT. I CAN TELL YOU NEED THIS. YOU WANT US TO BREAK INTO YOUR HOUSE? BRING A CREW OF HOMIES TO ROUGH YOU UP - FUCK YOU DOWN - SLUT YOU OUT? YEAH YOU DO. COME ON, I NEED TO SHOOT BUT NOT LIKE THIS. NO - I GOT SOMETHING SPECIAL PLANNED BITCH.” Mr. 13-inch climbed off me, stood up, and his buddy reached down and helped me get first onto my knees then to stand up as well. Silent instructions passed between them and while Mr. 13-inch fought with the napkin dispenser and finally pulled the top off and grabbed a handful before he started wiping and dabbing at my puffy hole, the 12-inch dick pointed the way to nirvana - more lines of Tina ready for me to snort. I did a couple, and then did a couple more per their orders. Next I was placed between the two of them facing the 12-inch dicked top as he leaned against one of the coolers. His buddy got behind me, mumbled, stepped to the side, grabbed the milk crate and took some of the cardboard off the floor and flopped it across the top of the crates going lengthwise in the ice cream truck. “Get on your hands and knees on there,” one of them said. I was flying pretty well and between needing more dick and Tina, was surprised I was able to obey. Well I tried. I had to hunch up on the milk crate like some show dog and would have lost my balance completely when Mr. 13-inch got behind me and started spanking my ass if his buddy had not found a way to hold me steady. With my neck firmly set between his legs, the 12-inch dude straddled me and held me in place with some porno wrestling headlock move. I could smell his balls, ass, and had a great view of the tops of the back of his boots. My shoulders were pressed against the front of his thighs and with my hands gripping the outer edge of the crate I actually felt pretty stable. His buddy now slapped my lower back with his hard, 13-inch dick and said, “TIME TO SEE HOW FAR THAT PUSSY ASS WILL STRETCH.” “GOOD KITTY - ARCH THAT BACK - THAT’S RIGHT PUSSY - YOU FEELING THAT SHIT NOW AIN’T YOU?” he said as he squirreled his 13-inches back into my guts asking a question that he clearly knew the answer to. The BBC holding me in the headlock now started slapping his semi-hard dick against the bottom of my neck while his buddy tried to find new angles and depths with which to gut me open. I tried to say something once and got my neck squeezed, so I focused then on just trying to relax and enjoy the ride. Easier said than done. There was a loud banging at the door and a muffled voice - the ice cream man’s nephew - saying, “5 minutes then you’re needed back inside.” The hound was off to the hunt now. “FUCK YEAH MAKING THAT BITCH PUSSY HURT. FUCKING YOU OUT - STRETCHING THAT FAG HOLE WIDE OPEN SO YOU CAN TAKE ALL MY BABIES. YOU TRYING TO BE THAT ON CALL DICK SLUT? THAT WHITE WHORE WE CAN USE, BRUISE, ABUSE, AND NUTT ALL IN ANYTIME WE WANT? LET US FIND NEW WAYS TO FILL YOU WITH DADDY CREAM? TAKE THIS LONG FUCKING DICK - TAKE IT! TAKE THIS LONG FUCKING DICK! ARCH THAT BACK, ARCH IT IF YOU WANT THIS LOAD - ARCH IT SO I CAN BREAK THEM GUTS OPEN AND MARK YOU AS TRUE BBC BITCH SLUT - TRUE BBC HUNGRY WHORE - FUCK YEAH TAKE THIS LOAD!” 30-seconds later I was standing up, bent over, licking the man drippings off his brutal, black, beast. His 12-inch buddy had slammed right back inside me and was fucking like a jack rabbit to bust another nutt before our time was up. With his dick clean, Mr. 13-inch slid a napkin across the cooler, grabbed a Sharpie marker off the shelf by the whiteboard, tapped me on the head and said, “Write down your number and address and not a fucking word to the boss - you understand? My man and I ain’t done with you yet so you can expect maybe a little breaking and entering, home invasion, beat down and rape down, homie gang bang like you was Grand Central Station letting all them big black trains run through your house. You understand?” The latch on the ice cream truck door turned, the napkin was quickly stuffed in a pocket, the ice cream man stepped up as his nephew stayed on the street and held the door open just a crack. “Time’s up boys. Get back inside. There’s shit to slang and work to be done.” Soon I was alone with him and the ice cream man’s hard dick was back inside my wrecked hole. “How was tonight’s dinner service so far? Did you enjoy the first course?” he asked. What the fuck was he talking about? Before I could ask he said, “Why let good, knocked up pussy go to waste?” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

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I love this topic... a couple years back, I got fucked by this HOT Tattooed TOP @ the bathhouse... After he unloaded what was a massive load (it was an awesome fuck too) he slapped me on the ass & said..."take care of the kids"...HAHAHA Now a days, I'm in a monogamous pig relationship... My man will breed me at least 2 times during a 3 hours session... I always keep it in, over night if possible. I feel that I am literally getting some of him into my being.. He is part of me... I am now CUBAN by injection.

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Got double fucked by 2 truckers at a rest stop. They didn't let me cum, just fucked me and told me to leave...