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Part 2 I then asked, “Don’t we have a party to get to?” Dante answered, “Fuck yeah, but I need to make a stop at my place to get more ‘supplies’.” Dante We pulled up to my crib and I pulled into my garage. After turning the engine off I quick shut the garage door and invited Chris inside while I prepare ‘supplies’ I was going to take to the party. He went to put his shirt back on when I stopped him, “I sure you’re still hot from the T for smoked cause I know I am, besides you got a nice bod, you should show it off.” As usual there were a few members of my crew there are their bitches. Although I am gay, most of my crew is straight. I introduced Chris to all that were in my crib especially my two gay boys. As Chris was busy with two of the gay boys in my crew, one of them asked, “Hey boss is he?” I answered, “He is, he just don’t know if yet. Nothing like a little Tina and Gina to bring the gay out in a gay boy in denial. Can you fix him a drink and make sure he’s got a well packed pipe while I get things prepared.” I let Chris know, “These boys are going to keep you entertained while I'm getting things ready” as I headed to my bedroom Chris was already given the G laced drink and was escorted into the living room. I headed out you the pool house to get things ready once Chris was tweaking on Tina and strong in the hold of Gina. Chris Dante left me with a few of the guys hanging out at his place. I had my drink in hand, a pipe sitting on the table, with a torch. I didn’t hesitate as I sipped my drink I began to smoke the pipe. As I quickly was nearly the end of my drink I continued to smoke the pipe and noticed that two of Date's guys were with this girl that was apparently there for the drugs. One of the guys was black and clearly in charge and the other was white guy and clearly the follower. They were but working this petite Hispanic girl over right there in the presence of myself and the two guys sitting with me. As I watched the Hispanic girl get fucked, I looked up at the 50” TV which had gay porn playing. I had never seen anything like this before and couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. That was until I noticed the two guys that had been sitting with were half naked, making out. Between the porn on the TV and the guys progressively getting into it next to me I was feeling incredibly horny. As the Hispanic girl was getting pounded by the black dude while the white dude was getting his dick, a nice dick actually, sucked. I looked over at the two dudes next to me to see the one guy sitting in the other guy’s lap as they faced each other still kissing. They were both half naked (from the waist down) as I watched a hard cock push into the one guy's ass. I could hear him moan as the hard cock pushed an the way inside. I was so memorized I didn’t notice it when Dante sat beside me on the couch, grabbed the pipe from me and lit up telling me to finish my drink. I gulped what was left in the glass, just less than half the glass. Dante told me we were going to shotgun this hit just before he started to suck in the smoke as it built up in the bowl. Dante I entered the pool house to find it in the condition I expect it to be left in, clean and ready for use. Three wrist and ankle restrains were I place, I prepare several points, had the tourniquet, alcohol preps and cotton balls ready. I had plenty off Gatorade with GHB already added. I checked the hidden cameras to be sure to record all the action especially when I get Chris to ask for his slam, when he begs me to fuck him and finally when he asks me to breed him. When finally had the pool house prepared when the necessary essential that were sure to not only bring the gay out of this boy, help him realize and accept his real self and hopefully cement him as my fuck toy it was time to head back inside and see what condition Chris was in after spending time with my crew. I walked back into the house to find my two straight boys spit roasting this Hispanic chick while my two gay boys were fucking on the couch right next to Chris who kept shifting his eyes from the gay porn on the TV with the action going on next to him all the time rubbing his free hand on a very clear hard cock. It was clearly evident to me that he had no interest in the fucking going with the Hispanic chick. Chris didn’t notice my rejoining him until I grabbed the pipe out of his hand. I noticed he had almost half of his drink left. I told him to finish his drink which he drank down in nearly one gulp. I started to heat the Tina in the bowl telling Chris that we were going to shotgun the next hit. Chris was still shifting his eyes between the TV, the fucking going on right behind me, and my actions with the pipe. I sucked in as much smoke as I could, leaned over to Chris who leaned towards me causing our lips to meet sealing them together. Chris began to breathe in before I had the chance to exhale the vast amount of Tina I had sucked into my lungs. Chris stopped once his lungs were filled with the Tina I had expelled from my body. Although Chris had finished inhaling he didn’t make an effort to pull away from our lip lock. I made no effort to make more of this simple kiss then what it was presently. Chris surprised me when I sensed he was about to blow the smoke back into my waiting mouth. I quickly accepted his offering breathing down what Tina remained. This time I decided it was time to push things a little further. I flicked my tongue ever so gently so that it quickly brushed against his lips. Chris broke off or lip lock causing me to think he needed more T and/or G. He took the pipe from my hand while checking the noisy fuck behind my back proclaiming we do another shotgun. Once he had sucked in all the smoke he could we once again sealed our mouths when each other and I accepted the smoke from Chris. This time after I had taken in all of his Tina smoke he surprised me by letting his tongue gaze against my lips. After Chris you the Tina smoke back from me we began to kiss. Our tongues freely explored each others mouths. From the sound my gay boys were making I knew they were getting close to climaxing. As we continued to kiss I could hear them talking about breeding. The bottom for asking the top, “You gonna breed my ass?” The top was responding with, “Fuck yeah I’m gonna breed your tight ass when my dirty seed bro. You ready to get knocked up? You want me to get you pregnant?” The bottom began to yell out, “YES! FUCK YES! GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY LOAD! GET ME FUCKING PREGNANT” The top stud screamed out “FUCK” as he could clearly seen in pure ecstasy as he unloaded deep inside the bottoms ass. As I had hoped all this action when the T & G fueling his brain was taking him where he needed to be tonight. I pushed things a little further when I moved my hand to his hard cock freeing his hand which instinctively found my hard cock. We continued to kiss as the gay boys moved from the couch to the floor flipping so the let could get a good fuck and load. I pulled my mouth from his allowing me to pay attention to his neck and ears. As I gently pushed him down towards my crotch. It didn’t the much before his mouth found the tip of my cock. While rubbing the back of his head and neck I used my other hand to pop open my cargo shorts which would allow better access to my cock if Chris wanted more of my poz cock. Chris hesitated for a brief second before pulling it free and licking the tip then licking the shaft. It was time to plant seeds in his drugged up brain. I asked him, “You liking that black cock?” The only response he gave as he started to take the head of my cock into his mouth was a ‘yes’ nod. While Chris had his head I my lap I reached over and loosened his jeans allowing me access to his ass. I quickly found his hole and began to play with it eliciting a quiet moan. With attention on my cock I worked to slip a small shard of Tina into his unsuspecting ass. I continued to rub his head and continued, “How’d you like to become part of my crew? I would really like to have you hanging around when you’re able. I know how parents can be filling your head with what’s expected of you. You are starting to discover your true self, who you want are and I know you’re enjoying the real Chris.” Chris’s silence along with his efforts on my 9 poz cock which by now was hard as steel and supplying Chris an ample supply of my poz pre-cum. An affirming moan escaped aims my cock as Chris doubled his efforts at getting more of his cock into his mouth. Understanding his desire and hunger I applied a little pressure to the back of his head as his throat slipped into his throat. I could sense a feeling of accomplishment from Chris as his throat began to massage my cock as it was lodged in his throat. I allowed him to pull off and some for needed air before he moved back down getting even more of my cock into his throat. This not was hungry and ready. I reaffirmed my desire to have him in my crew. He was to become my personal fuck toy, and with continued work on his oral skills he’d become me hell of a cock sucker. He’d service only me and maybe select friend and business associates. I was fairly sure the wheels were spinning in the drugged up boys brain as he was trying to comprehend all that was going on, just the way I had intended the night to go for him. As Chris continued to work his mouth and throat on my cock I let my soon you be fuck toy know, “You don't have to worry, your responsibility will be to me and only me. I have no intention in having you sell or transport the drugs I sell. The only thing I want from you is the pleasure of your mouth and ass. If you agree up this we’re going to go out to the pool house. Once inside this is what you’re you say and do you show me you accept all that I will give you and become what you were meant to be.” Chris I couldn’t completely understand what was happening to me. All I knew was that I had a growing desire to get as much of Dante’s cock inside my mouth and, with Dante’s help, into my throat. I will had a picture of the two guys that fucked I the couch next to us that were now I the floor continuing there fucking. I tried to concentrate I what Dante was asking and telling me about becoming part of his crew. The thought of that excited and stimulated me on ways I couldn’t understand. A chock part of me was scared at the idea, a bigger part of my brain was excited at the new found freedom I was discovering with Dante. He repeated what I was to say and do once we were I the pool house having me repeat it all back to him before we were to head out to the pool house. As we rose from the couch both of us lost our shorts leaving Dante completely naked and me in a pair a bright blue Andrew Christian boxer briefs. Dante made a comment on how nice my ass looked in them as he led me out the patio door. The first thing I notice was the pool with a jacuzzi on the side near what appeared to be the pool house. I guess I was staring at the water when Dante told me, “We’ll most likely take a dip in the pool later when we need a break” just as we were walking through the door to the pool house. Dante leaned when you kiss me on the lips signaling me to start. I immediately began, “Dante, I want to be part of your crew. Please slam me, then fuck my virgin ass. Please knock me up, give me your DNA and mark me as yours.” We kissed some more as he helped me climb into the sling, helping me get my feet I the stirrups and making sure my ass was right were he wanted it to be to give him to access. I was expecting him to slam me, what ever a slam is, but was caught surprisingly off guard when he got between my legs and began to lick my ass sending waves of pleasure ran through my body. This new simulation was driving me crazy that the only thing that was in my brain was to repeat what Dante asked me to say earlier. Dante was getting my hole hot and wet as he began to occasionally slip a finger inside as he worked to open me up for me big black cock. Suddenly I felt him push a rough object inside my ass as he commented, “Damn boy, none got a nice hole here, nice and hungry I bet. I’ve got three fingers inside you and your hole is trying to suck my hand issue. Don’t worry, I like a nice, tight ass.” I felt an incredible emptiness when Dante pulled his fingers from inside me. He moved to my left side where place a strap around my upper arm as he used an alcohol pad to rub a spot, before he picked up an orange capped syringe telling me, “If you think your ass is hungry and feeling empty now, it’s about to be even more hungry then you ever thought possible. All your going to want to do is concentrate on that hole and the pleasure you will be giving me which will bring pleasure to you.” I remained perfectly still without having to me to do so as I felt a sight pinch when Dante slipped the needle into my vein. He pulled the plunger slightly back getting a little bit of my blood I the barrel before he began to slowly empty the entire clear liquid into my body. He told me a little of what to expect as he snapped the quick release strap causing the strap to fall from my arm and, as Dante had told me, I began a strong caughing fit.

Part 14 　 Hank and I had just got to the top of the stairs when my doorbell rang. I immediately went back down and looking through the peep hole, saw one of his buddies that I had just watched that afternoon fucking, standing there. I was still naked but opened the door a crack to see what he wanted. He asked if I knew where Hank had disappeared to? Before I could answer, Hank, who had followed me down, reached out and opened the door all the way. I jumped back but the guy just kind of smiled and gave me the once over from top to bottom and then turned to Hank. He told Hank that he and his buddy had to get going and had just wondered what happened to him. He then said, "looks like you found something to occupy your time, though." Hank said, "I just came over to borrow the shower since you two were busy and I didn't want to disturb you." At my angle I could not see the wink Hank gave his buddy. His buddy just smiled more and said, "well, we have to get going. Let us know how things are going. See you next time." Hank said, "you two should stop by next Friday night and maybe we will have a convo party then" The guy then laughed and said, "sounds like fun, we probably would love to stop by for that." With that he turned and left. Hank closed the door and turned back to me. He said, "well, my place is empty now, so I think I will let you take your shower and go home now and use mine. Take care and thanks for a nice time. Maybe we can do it again real soon?" It had been two fantastic bjs, but did I really want another one? Maybe, if I could not get laid sooner, I would have to think about it and see then. I went upstairs to take my shower then. I could still feel the wetness of Hank's cum on my ass and legs. He must have really dumped a load for sure. I let the water run over me, refreshing me and enjoying the sensation of the hot water and soap. I felt invigorated more as I washed up. I washed off the cum and then felt my hole as it was still somewhat sensitive and a little sore now, but as I was running my hand over it soaping it up I could feel the tingle there also. I slowly inserted my finger into my ass a little and as I did I felt my cock starting to rise up again. I could remember Hank's mouth on me. The heat of his mouth, the tenderness of his lips and his tongue wrapping around and around my cock and then licking it up and down. Then the rimming he had done. My cock was fully hard now and I felt myself take it in my hand and start to stroke it. Then my cock surprised me and started to go down before I got off. What the hell? I beat it harder and faster and felt my finger enter my ass further as I was doing that. With the slippery soap there I felt daring and rammed 4 of my fingers up my own ass. My cock jumped to attention and in just a few more strokes my orgasm hit. I sprayed what seemed like a gallon of cum down the drain. Then I was spent. I got out of the shower and dried off and jumped into bed.

(aka From cautious to chaser) Drew started down the slippery slope when visiting a public toilet in a park. As he was relieving himself, another guy entered and instead of urinating started to wank his dick. The sight of this, turned Drew on and before he knew what was happening he was sucking thus guy off. As a result Drew started visiting this place regularly to suck and be sucked. After a few such encounters, people started either wanting to fuck him or be fucked by him. Drew would have none of that! This changed, however, when Drew came to the park, bringing with him a men's magazine just purchased that included a special gift of a condom. After perusing the magazine, the sexual tension got too much and he proceeded to the toilets to wank off his cock. Whilst he was in the cubicle another man entered the toilets and started wanking himself off at the urinals. Drew spotted him and joined him. But after some sexy playing with each other, the man said how much he like to be fucked. Drew thought that he did after all have a condom on him and agreed to do so. The next stage down the slippery slope and he wrapped his cock with the condom and started fucking this stranger. The excitement was too much and before long he'd shot his load. Thereafter Drew would bring a packet of condoms with him to satisfy the needs of several demanding men in the park's toilet block. Sometimes, some of the guys he met would try to Drew. Even with a condom, there was no way Drew would risk this and would always refuse. This changed when a newbie in his late teens who was still a virgin, eagerly desired to fuck Drew. Knowing his status, having played with him a few times, Drew acquiesced to allow the youth to take his anal virginity. It was very difficult for the youth to shove his erection up Drew's virgin hole and when he finally managed it, the pain was so unbearable that Drew had to get him to pull out almost immediately. Although, the experience had been initially unpleasant , it did lead Drew further down the slippery slope, now Drew became willing to be fucked with a condom. Drew started frequenting a popular cruising site. There he was often in demand to fuck or be fucked. Drew remained cautious and always fucked with a condom, despite offers to do without. One interesting feature at this site, on hot sunny days many frequenters would walk around the site absolutely naked. Sometimes Drew also went naked. It was this that eventually led Drew further down the slippery hole. As Drew was walking naked along one of the quieter side paths of the site, he espied a good-looking naked young man in his early twenties. This man was obviously interested in Drew and headed further into the bushes and found a secluded clearing. When he got there the young man went onto his knees offering his arse to be fucked. Only condoms were not on offer. Drew was torn between fucking him sheathless and walking away. But the temptation got too much for him and before he knew it, he had gone further down the slippery hole! Drew squirted lube on his now erect penis and entered the man bare. He thrust in and out with his bare cock until the excitement of the situation became too much for Drew and he shot his load inside the man. Not only was the young man very appreciative,but asked Drew to felch his cum around inside him. Yet another new experience for Drew. After that Drew went on to fuck other men bare, but was always careful not to let anyone fuck him bare. Once again Drew started further down the slippery slope, as he was fucking another guy bare in a coppice within the cruising site, when another guy came along to see what was happening. Drew, being an exhibitionist at heart, welcomed the attention and was happy for onlookers to admire him pistoning in and out of this man. The watcher wanked himself off to the sight, but much to Drew's surprise, he suddenly felt the man shove his cock up Drew's arse. The man must have presumed Drew was happy to be fucked bare if he was fucking another guy bare. Drew so enjoyed the experience of this bare cock up him that he let the man fuck him for a while, before ensuring he stopped short of cumming inside him. There was no way, Drew was going to let that happen to him. After that from time to time, Drew allowed people to fuck him bare but with always the proviso that they weren't to cum inside him! There's was absolutely no way that Drew would go down the slippery slope any further, was there? He popped into a local toilets that was used for cottaging. Several men were wanking themselves in the urinals. Drew went into one of the cubicles and also started getting himself erect, when one of the others in the bloc joined him within the cubicle. Drew sucked the man off and when he was fully erect, he was very keen to fuck Drew bare within the cubicle. It didn't take much to persuade Drew to turn around and bend over within the confined space to accommodate this man's bare dick inside him. He forcefully fucked Drew. There came a point when Drew felt the time had come for this man to withdraw to avoid spilling his semen inside him, so Drew tried to pull away but was rather stuck within the small confines of the cubicle. The man continued his onslaught. On no less than four occasions Drew tried to pull out but to no avail! Then the man pulled out, but Drew then noticed to his horror that the man's cock was coated with fresh jizz. He had come inside Drew bare! Drew didn't immediately become a cumdump far from it. Although he continued to fuck people bare, he still refrained from being fucked bare. Often he still used condoms. But he continued down the slippery slope when he was sucking a guy off in the darkroom. The angle Drew was at was perfect for people to come up behind him and stick their cocks right up his bare arse, which is what one guy proceeded to do. Drew was surprised by this man's no-asked bare entry, but he enjoyed the feeling so let him continue, whilst he continued to suck on cock. The man's ploughing of Drew's arse kept apace with Drew's sucking of the other's cock until in synchrony they both blew their load. Drew enjoyed his first experience of simultaneously receiving two loads, one oral, one anal. This just pushed him further down the slippery hole! Drew started to take bare cock, throwing caution to the wind, except he still did not knowingly accept poz cocks. Drew was now kidding himself as he happily accepted any cocks without asking. He particularly enjoyed one occasion when in the darkroom, he was taken by four different men, all who spunked deeply into his hole, so that their sperm started oozing out of his arse. Drew craved and got more of this action. He continued down the slippery hole! Encouraged by barebacking sites that insisted it was safe to be barebacked by those who were poz but on medication, he took his next step down the slippery hole by contacting someone, who described himself as poz on meds. He arranged to meet him for an anonymous fuck. Drew arranged to let himself into the man's house and find him inside with his arse lubed and ready to be taken. Drew entered gingerly and found the man lying on his bed naked and ready for action. Drew spent little time with preliminaries, dropping his pants, stroking his cock erect and then plunging it into his first acknowledged poz bottom. Down the slippery slope Drew went as he shoved his cock down the man's slippery hole! Drew was really turned on by what he was doing and thrust in and out quickly. Just as quickly he came to a climax, splattering the inside of the poz bottom with his negative spunk. Drew left without further ado, but determined to find another poz on meds arse to fuck. There was, of course, no way he was going to let a poz fuck his arse! Drew next went to visit another contact, who was also poz on meds, and attended his local sauna. He met up with him and they went into a private cubicle, where they spent time sucking one another off before Drew got himself ready and placed his cock against the bum crack of another poz arse. He pushed in firmly added by the lubrication of saliva and found a welcoming hole within. Drew enjoyed fucking yet another bare poz arse. It turned him on, but he felt reassured that he didn't think it was too risky. The excitement led him to ejaculate inside quite quickly. But the session wasn't over as his contact wanted to be sucked off by Drew. As he sucked him off so the wonderful cock grew in his mouth and Drew realised he wanted this cock up his arse. Knowing his status, but that he was on meds, made Drew feel okay about doing so and yet once again it pushed Drew further down the slippery slope as this magnificent specimen was pushed bare up Drew's arse. Drew was surprised how much he was turned on by the experience of receiving a bare poz cock up his arse and longed for his poz, albeit it undetectable, seed would flood his insides. It wasn't long before his desire was realised and the cock pulsed as great wads of poz sperm shot up his hole. Drew wanted more, did this include going that final slide down the slippery slope and accepting an unmedicated poz cock? Things progressed faster than Drew could have imagined, he was contacted on a barebacking site by someone very close in his vicinity, but who was described as poz not on meds. Drew replied that he was willing to meet up, but who only be prepared to fuck him and not be fucked by him, rationalising this might be safer. The following evening he popped round to the man's house. They soon got down to business and the guy was happy to accept Drew's full grown cock up his arse. Drew picked up a good rhythm and was completely turned on by the experience of fucking his first fully poz arse. So he descended even further down the slippery slope, no longer cautious in his actions, Drew had effectively become a chaser. Drew blasted his load inside the man and presumed this was the end of the proceedings, but the guy had other plans. He persuaded Drew to accept his cock up inside him, agreeing that he would withdraw if requested. Drew felt really turned on, but scared as he accepted the man's poz cock up his arse. The man ploughed Drew's arse really well and Drew was enjoying the feeling of bare cock inside him. Drew was now descending to the bottom of the slippery pole as the man's pole slid up his slippery arse. This carried on for quite some time before Drew called a halt to the proceedings fearing the danger of him accidentally shooting his toxic load inside him. Drew got the shock of his life as the man withdrew his now wilting cock from Drew's hole for it was covered in spunk. He insisted that he would have withdrawn at any time if Drew had asked him, but considering he had not, he happily shot his very toxic poz cum inside Drew.! Drew had now slipped to the very bottom of the slippery pole!

Part 40 - The Trip Joe and Kyle were packing for their trip and they seemed to have about five suitcases worth of stuff to bring. “God, we are a pair of queens. Do you have six pairs of shoes there?” Kyle asked Joe. Joe went down his checklist of things left to do before Aaron picked them up to take them to the airport in a few hours. Except for packing it seemed to be complete. He was unsure about the one other item - telling Greg that he would be out there for ten days and possibly getting together. In the end he sent the message, figuring Greg would probably ignore it since he hadn’t heard anything since he got the message that Greg was now poz. He typed out “Hey. I'm going to be out in the bay area for 10 days starting tomorrow. Maybe we can get together if you’re in town.” “Mark would be proud of me - complete sentences in a text message” he thought. He sent the message and they got their luggage down to two bags and two backpacks. Aaron picked the guys up and Steven and Ryan were excited to have the apartment to themselves during the break. As they drove to the airport Aaron took an early exit and drove by the car rental place where he worked. He turned down a deserted road and pulled into an abandoned car wash. “Your brother fucked me here before he went back to California. Seems fitting for you to do the same” Aaron said looking at Joe with a grin. Joe and Kyle laughed and got out of the car. “Its a little cold out” Joe said as Aaron bent over the hood of the car, his pants around his ankles. The chilly air didn’t seem to cause Joe much of a problem and his cock was deep in Aaron’s hole in seconds. It felt slick and Joe figured there was at least one of Nick’s newly charged loads inside Aaron.
 Joe was in pump n dump mode and pounded Aaron mercilessly. “Yeah, fuckin’ rape that hole. Just like Mark did” yelled Aaron. “Ooooh Yeah. I’m gonna recharge that boyhole of yours” Joe said back as his cock slammed in and he unleashed a torrent of poz cum into Aaron’s sloppy cunt. As soon as Joe pulled out, Kyle was there pushing his cock in. He was just as hard as Joe was, hammering Aaron’s ass. “Oh god yeah!” Aaron cried out while Kyle kept going. Cum was getting forced out of Aaron’s hole with each thrust and Kyle was keen on replacing it with his seed. Kyle gave Aaron three more shoves of his cock and started pumping his toxic cum inside. Kyle pulled out and helped Aaron to stand up. The three sat there for a moment grinning at each other with their pants still down. Aaron pulled up his jeans and then knelt before Joe and Kyle and quickly cleaned their cocks off. They hopped back in the car and drove the short distance to the airport. “Fuck, that was hot, thanks Aaron. You ok with what happened with Mark?” Joe asked. “Hell, yeah. I never would have met you guys or hooked up with Nick again. I was pissed at the time, but I’m really happy it happened now. I guess your cock is about as close as I’m going to get to having Mark fuck me again” Aaron said as they pulled up to the terminal. “You never know” Joe said with a grin. “Have a good flight guys and don’t wear your cocks out” Aaron said with a laugh. The airplane flight was quiet and both Joe and Kyle slept most of the way. Mark and Eric were there to pick them up and they went back to Mark’s apartment. Joe and Kyle dropped off their stuff and ran through the shower together and then changed clothes. Mark and Eric took them on a tour of the area and ended up at a bar that they went to often. Joe and Kyle got a lot of attention as the fresh meat in the bar. They liked the attention even though they knew that nothing would probably come of it. Joe felt his phone buzz and when the conversation slowed he took a look at it. It was from Greg. “Hey, good to know you will be out here. Do you want a tour and maybe meet a few people? Almost there. Meet for some fun too?” He sent back a message that he would like to do both, but the holidays were going to make scheduling hard. He could spend a few hours the following day or after Christmas. Greg responded “Tomorrow good to visit the office? After Christmas good for fun? 10AM tomorrow?” and Joe answered “OK.” He got the address and then told Mark that he would need a ride for a meeting the next day and Mark kidded him about giving him a ride to visit an escorting client. Joe laughed “that’s next week, asshole.” “Speaking of escorts, one of my co-workers is going to stop by today. You guys can compare notes” Mark said smiling. Joe looked at Mark curiously. Eric chuckled “Your brother works with a guy that escorts on the side. We even helped him out a couple times.” Joe looked at Mark astonished. Mark just grinned back at him. “You fucking whore!” Joe said jokingly. Paul walked up a few minutes later and gave Mark and Eric both a hug. “Paul, this is my brother Joe and his boyfriend Kyle” Mark said and Paul took a long look at both of the younger guys before he hugged them, squeezing Joe’s ass during the hug. “Welcome to California, guys. I’ve heard a bunch about both of you, hopefully its all true” Paul said as he winked. Looking at Joe he added “I hope you’re not going to be working too much while you’re here. I don’t like competition” before laughing loudly. Joe smiled “Yeah, you better watch out. I have a couple gigs already.” Paul raised his eyebrows and said “Damn, you’re quick. I know where you can find some helpers if you need them” and glanced back at Mark. They sat around chatting, with Paul and Joe comparing some of their recent tricks. When there was a brief lull, Mark said “All this talk of sex is making me horny. You guys want to go back to our place and share some strains?” The guys headed back to Mark and Eric’s apartment and they were half undressed before they got to the front door. “Ya know, there’s only one way to welcome these guys to your house” said Paul with an evil look in his eye. Joe looked at Kyle and then back at Mark. Mark just grinned and headed off to his bedroom. Eric, Paul, Joe and Kyle finished undressing and Paul gave the two younger boys a thorough inspection. “Looking good” he said to Joe before adding “You have a good start on the ink. I like it.” He moved closer to Kyle and stood behind him and wrapped his arms around pulling him close, his cock pressing between Kyles ass cheeks. “I would have loved to have been there to help knock you two up. I’ll just have to settle for a recharge” Paul said. Mark walked back in the room carrying a nylon bag and a big grin. Joe didn’t notice Eric move behind him and the younger boys didn’t expect Paul and Eric to quickly restrain their arms behind their backs. Mark pulled out two pairs of handcuffs and clicked them into place. Joe and Kyle were pushed over onto the couch, their heads hanging off the back and their asses on display for Mark, Eric and Paul to see. Joe looked over at Kyle who was grinning. They weren’t going to put up much of a fight and both were looking forward to getting fucked and bred by the three guys. Mark walked up behind Kyle and said “Remember the storage room? I tagged your ass before I even knew you were Joe’s boyfriend. I wonder if that load did it or not. It doesn’t matter, but I’m gonna give you another toxic load to keep you strong.” Mark squirted a bit of lube on Kyles hole and shoved his cock in hard. “FUCK!!!” screamed Kyle and Mark just laughed and said “Just like the first time, huh?” Mark began to fuck Kyles hole and looked over at Eric and Paul and nodded to them. Eric pushed some lube into Joe with his finger, roughly twisting and jabbing it in. Eric was too horny to prep Joe’s hole too much and slammed his cock into Joe and started thrusting in and out. Joe yelled out “OH MY GOD!” as Eric’s cock ripped into him. Mark and Eric fucked Kyle and Joe in unison and the younger boys were grunting with the rough pounding. Their cocks were rock hard and dripping precum all over the leather sofa. Mark slowed down his pace, but each thrust got harder and harder. Eric mimicked what Mark was doing and they both drove their cocks in deep as they unleashed a gush of infected cream into their respective bottoms. Mark pulled his cock out and slapped Kyles ass while Eric did the same with Joe. Paul replaced Eric and shoved his cock into Joe’s cummy hole. “Damn, Joe, you need to get fucked more. This hole is fuckin’ tight” Paul said as he rammed his cock in and slowly withdrew. Paul varied the angle of each jab, making sure his cock dug into as many parts of Joe’s tunnel as possible. The load that Eric deposited was getting frothy inside and some was getting forced out as Paul drilled Joe’s hole. Kyle looked back and watched Joe get fucked as his ass throbbed but stayed empty. Paul suddenly started to pound faster and faster and then grabbed Joe’s body as he forced his cock in deep before adding his strain to Joe’s pozzed up cunt. Paul pulled out and walked around and pushed his cock into Joe’s mouth as Mark took his position ready to fuck his brother. “Just like the first time, Joe. You got a couple loads in you before I slid my cock inside your slutty hole and bred you with my charged load in the club” Mark said as he pushed his cock deep into Joe’s dripping hole. “That really was a hot fuck. I loved watching all the guys circled around waiting their turn to fuck the slut in the bathroom. I wasn’t going to breed that guy, but your hole just felt too good” Mark said as he rammed his cock into Joe just like he did in the bar’s bathroom. Paul pulled his cock out of Joe’s mouth and Joe started to beg - “Breed me Mark. Wreck my hole and flood my guts like you did that night.” That was exactly what Mark was doing, he shoved in hard until his balls tightened and then he pushed in as deep as his cock would go before he pumped more charged seed into his little brother. Eric had moved in behind Kyle when he knew Mark was getting close and pushed his cock into Kyle’s cum lubed hole. He held Kyle firm and drilled his cock in fast and hard. Kyle could feel Eric’s pierced cock each time Eric pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. He was moaning and enjoying the fuck since he had only been fucked a few times since he converted. There was a knock at the door and Paul answered it. It was a couple friends of Mark and Eric’s and they quickly stripped their clothes off. “These are the sluts we need to welcome?” Dan asked. Eric grunted and added another load of charged cum to Kyle’s ass. Mark’s friend Dan pushed his cock into Joe’s gaping hole. A total of nine of Eric and Mark’s friends stopped by to add their DNA to Kyle and Joe. When the last load of cum pumped into the younger boys, Mark pushed a butt plug into their holes. Everyone sat around talking and introducing themselves to Joe and Kyle. They drank, they smoked and bullshitted until the early hours of the morning. Joe enjoyed meeting Mark’s friends and they all encouraged him to move out there after Joe and Kyle graduated. Joe told them that he was working on it and was hoping to meet up with a job prospect. “Oh shit!” Joe yelled and then said “I forgot I’m meeting them at noon. That’s less than 6 hours from now. I gotta get some sleep.” With that the party broke up and Joe and Kyle retreated to the spare bedroom and crashed for a few hours of sleep, their asses full of potent seed.

Part 17 　 The things one hears just standing around. I find I have no idea of gay things and have not had any dealings with it before. Now after a weekend of seeing and feeling some of the things that go on between two guys it has left me wondering about them. Oh, well, has nothing to do with me I guess. By now I have to go to the bathroom and head there. As I am taking a leak I can hear the unmistakable, by now, sounds coming through the wall. Looks like the new owner and his friends are back at it again. Sounds like they are in his bathroom. Then I can hear one of them saying to go ahead and spray him down good and make sure I get to swallow some of that sweet pee while you are at it. They are apparently into the peeing mood now it seems. From the sounds, it is one guy getting all of them at once, too. I had tried my own and now I had that to think about, too. I think I will have to ask Hank about that next time we talk. About an hour later there was a knock on my back door. I answered it to find Hank. He asked how I was doing? I decided I needed to ask him about the peeing thing they were doing. I asked him too, "Hi, Hank, I wanted to ask you about something for sure, peeing things?" He grinned and said, "we call it watersports actually. What do you want to know?" I told him I had heard them through the wall, again. He laughed and said, "Looks like we are going to have to be quieter over there." I told him I had heard them the other day, too, and had actually tried my own. He said, "It was much better from someone else and he would be glad to show me sometime, if I wanted. He had actually come over to see if I wanted another good sucking as he thought my cum was really sweet tasting." I was flattered at that somewhat and definitely as soon as he had entered it was on my mind and my dick was already tingling from the memory. In just the couple of minutes we had been talking I could already see his cock starting to push against the material of his shorts and mine was definitely remembering his lips on it. I found I actually wanted one right now and told him I was ready for another one for sure. As we were talking, we had been heading into the livingroom, but now I headed for the stairs and he followed me up and to my bedroom. It took us almost no time to get naked and then his mouth was planted on mine as we kissed passionately. Without breaking the kiss, we climbed on the bed. His hand found my cock and started to stroke it and for the first time, I reached out and took ahold of his. I had wanted to see how that huge meat had felt and it throbbed in my hand as I stroked him, too. Then he surprised me by breaking off the kiss and looking me in the eyes, he said, "wow, that feels so good, but I have been drinking water and at least three beers all afternoon and now I have to piss, again. Would you like to try that now?" I nodded and we jumped out of bed and headed in to the bathroom and into the shower. I found I really wanted to try this. He pushed me down to my knees and said, "open your mouth and get ready." I opened wide and he leaned close with his cock almost in my mouth and said, "here it comes." As he said that, he suddenly started to piss in my mouth and I found myself trying to gulp it down. What a flood and my mouth kept opening and shutting, getting it all over me, as well. Then he grabbed my head as my mouth opened once more and all at once shoved his cock in as he unloaded the last of his piss, holding me tight so that all that was left was going in me and I had to swallow fast. His cock was so big, it filled my mouth and as he was finishing peeing, he kind of moved it in and out of my mouth a little while telling me to watch my teeth. Damn, I had a cock in my mouth! I hadn't been ready for that. I could taste his piss but then I found a different taste taking its place, something salty as the pee but also very sweet tasting. I looked up at him and he released my head then. As his cock came out of my mouth, I could see a long slick string still attached to the head and realized it must have been his precum I was tasting. I decided it tasted as good or maybe even better than the piss. He pulled me up then into a kiss. Then as he pulled back he asked, "how was that? I had to feel those lips of yours on my cock too." I said, "it tasted pretty good and I think your precum was even better." He smiled at that and said, "well, maybe you might like my cum too, we might have to 69 if you want." I frowned and he quickly said, "you don't have to right now, but soon I hope, but now I want your cum for sure." We wiped off the piss that I had on me and headed back into the bedroom. We got on the bed and laid down and were soon making out like crazy. Kissing and both of us stroking the other's cocks to full hardness. Then his kisses went down across me again and as he reached my cock he engulfed it all in one gulp and I almost came unglued again from the heat of his mouth. This time however he turned around on the bed so his cock was towards my head and he took ahold of my legs and raised them up and spread them wide. He sucked me for a while and then went down my balls and to my ass, licking and up and down my crack and running his tongue in my hole each time as far as he could. The tickle and tingle was driving me wild. Hank then went back up to my cock and as his mouth closed on it and started to swallow it, I felt his finger at my hole again, pressing into me and making my cock throb hard. As he did it all this time he suddenly straddled my face with leg on each side of my head and his cock dangling right in my face. It was dripping precum like crazy and I stuck my tongue out and started to lick it up. His mouth was doing fantastic things to my cock and I knew I was going to explode my cum into him almost too quickly. As his head bobbed up and down on my cock, he was lowering his cock closer to my face and as I gasped from the sensations, his cock entered my mouth. I was startled at first but then found I just had to suck it to try and make him fell like he was making me feel. He started to move his cock in and out of my mouth, fucking my mouth and throat. I didn't care with what his mouth was doing to me at this point. I could already feel my orgasm building and wanted it badly. Then I was there and my cum was filling his mouth full and again I felt his finger(s) filling my ass making my orgasm really intense. Just as I was finishing, Hank, pulled his cock from my mouth leaving me gasping and turned around on the bed. He clamped his mouth to mine and I could actually taste my cum on his lips and tongue as he kissed me deeply. I was almost out of it and in bliss. I then realized he had turned and was between my legs and his fingers were still in me and then he pulled them out and I felt the head of his cock at my hole and I could tell from the wetness that was forming there that Hank was cumming on me again and then it even felt like he pushed the head of his cock inside a little. The huge feeling coming with my orgasm was great too I found. Then we were both done and gasping for air.

Part 16 　 I woke up Monday morning, but not refreshed as I had tossed and turned all night. My mind kept going over and over what had happened over the weekend. Totally crazy happenings for me. Findin out new owner of the property was gay, watching a guy strip, and getting 2 fantastic BJs from my new neighbor, Hank. I had never done anything gay in my life before and could not believe I had done what I did. Not like me at all. I always knew exactly what I was doing and had fucked many a woman and told I was good at it. But, wow, Hank had a huge cock, bigger than my 7" by at least two more inches and bigger around also and the stripper's had even been bigger and fatter yet. Then it dawned on me that I had actually watched two of Hank's friends fucking, too. What the hell was I doing? The BJs, though, had been the best ever for sure, but had overheard Hank telling a guy he was thinking of me while fucking him last night. What to make of that as he knew I was straight, or did I want another of those fantastic BJs? I decided I wanted another, but would have to be careful as for sure, Hank wanted to fuck me, too and I am pretty sure I am not ready for that. I got up, dressed for work and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. I had just turned it on when I heard voices coming from outside my open window. I looked out to see Hank, Tom and the stripper sitting on the picnic table drinking their coffee and all were naked, again. I got my coffee and opened the door and stuck my head out to say good morning. Before I could speak, I saw that Tom wasn't actually sitting on the seat but was in the lap of the stripper. As I watched, I could see him squirming around and it dawned on me that perhaps the stripper's cock was up his ass and he was grinding down on it with a huge smile on his face. The stripper glanced up and saw me, standing there with my mouth hanging open, and he said, "Hey, Jim, good morning. Come on out and say hi." They all turned to look at me then and I went down the steps towards them. I said, "good morning all. Beautiful out isn't it?" They all said their hellos back and then Hank asked, "headed to work are you? Have a nice day there, and remember us having a nice day here." Then they all laughed and I said my goodbyes and headed out. Being tired out and after the view I had that morning, work was hell. I never did hit my stride and could not concentrate enough to really accomplish much. As soon as the day was over, I got out and headed home quickly, determined to get a better nights rest in. Arriving home, I headed to the kitchen to get some supper, just wanted more of a snack than a meal. Fixed a cold meat sandwich and grabbed a Coke and sat down at the table. I could hear voices outside again and figured Hank and friends must still be there. I finished my sandwich, got up and looked out the window to find quite a site. There on the picnic table, laying side by side were two guys, with their legs on the shoulders of Hank and the stripper and being fucked rough and hard. I hadn't been prepared for that, but couldn't take my eyes off of those two huge cocks pounding away in those other's asses. How the hell could they take that? They must have been at it a while before I got home because only a couple of minutes went by when both Hank and the stripper both seemed to reach orgasm at about the same time and were gasping their release of their cum inside those other two. After nother couple of minutes of grinding their cocks around inside of those asses they pulled out and all 4 of them got up and sat around the table. They were soon talking and I could hear most of what was said. It seemed to be about me somewhat. The others all seemed to be interested in if Hank was going to try to make it with me. He said, "I would love to, but he is straight and although he enjoyed me giving him, probably the best head he ever got, he didn't know if I was ready for the ultimate pleasure yet or not." The concensus of opinion of the other three was actually that when he had had his cock against my hole he should have just rammed it home anyway, whether I wanted it or not. Hank told them he really wasn't that much into any kind of rape scene, but was hoping that maybe I would allow him to pop my ass cherry just to show me what I was missing out on and how really fantastic sex could be. They got up then and went inside. I stood there a while longer wondering. I had no answer to what was said, although I did admit I wanted more of Hank's fantastic BJs. I was not at all sure I wanted fucked though, by him or anyone else.

I had taken the train from Amsterdam to Antwerp, Belgium yesterday, as a day trip to see the sights. Around noontime, I was cold and hungry. So I stepped inside one of the many restaurants surrounding Grote Markt and had a bite to eat and warm up. I of course had to scroll through the sex apps on my phone while waiting for my risotto to arrive. Just as I was finishing up lunch, I got a reply on Growlr. His pics were nice. A young Spanish kid that said he lived just around the corner. We chatted a bit and he asked me to come over to suck and rim him. I looked up his address on Google maps, and sure enough, he did live just a block away. So, I quickly paid my bill and headed back into the cold to find his apartment. I found his apartment easily and within minutes, this handsome, young Spaniard and I were making out like teenagers on his sofa. Our clothes were soon on the floor and his cock was in my mouth. I sucked his beautiful uncut Spanish dick for several minutes, then lifted his legs and began to eat his sweet asshole. He was groaning and moaning with delight. We ended in a 69 position on his sofa. Both of us sucking and rimming each other. He tried to push us into another position, but the sofa was just not large enough to do much. I finally climbed onto my hands and knees and put my ass up towards him. He was audibly delighted. He immediately buried his face back in my ass and shoved his tongue deep, up inside my hole. Then he'd spit on it and slide the spit up with his tongue. Soon his finger was pushing spit up into me. Then he knelt behind me and quickly shoved his raw cock up into my hungry hole. "Oh, Daddy, I love your hole", he moaned. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck your Daddy", I replied. He wasted no time in going for it. He's grabbed me around the waist. He's ramming into me with speed and force. His crotch is slamming against my ass. Within just a few minutes, he grunts and fills my ass with his boy juice. And with that, it was over. From start to finish, probably 10 minutes or less. I dress, say our "thank you's" and I'm out the door, heading back out to tour the city.

Part 15 　 I awoke sometime later and glancing at my clock noticed it was a little after midnight. What had I heard? I listened and heard more sounds coming from next door, again. I got up and put my ear to the wall to see what was going on at this late hour. I heard Hank's voice saying, "take my cock. OMG, I am so horny after today's fooling around. My cock needs your hole. Take it." I heard another voice saying, "Oh, yeah, pound my hole deep. Give it to me hard. Your neighbor must have you really worked up as your cock is the hardest I think I have ever felt it. Damn, it feels like a piece of steel in my hole. Fill me up." I was dumbfounded, he thought Hank was thinking of me like that? I thought it was strange, but at the same time exciting to think he thought I was that hot, I guess. They were really pounding by then with a lot of moans of pleasure from both. Then I heard Hank say, "Here it comes, take my hot cum deep in you Jim." Then I heard, barely, "I'm not Jim, I'm Tom." Then Hank was saying, "sorry about that, just got carried away I guess with other thoughts." Then it hit me, hell, I am Jim. I had a hard time getting back to sleep then. I kept thinking about my new neighbor and what he had said. Seems I turned him on a lot and really had not tried to at all. Very weird to me. What should I do about that? I had no idea and finally fell asleep with that on my mind.

8. Skippy, the Pirate de Sade, and the Buried Treasure Here lies one whose name was writ in water The end of the pool faced the beach and was all glass—one very big window. The morning fog was still burning off so if you looked through the glass from the pool you couldn’t really see much, mostly a foggy view that kinda looked like the ocean. But that’s only because you knew you were looking at the ocean. Guys that walked by were multi-colored blobs. “Cool daddy-o,” Skip said to Rusty, with just a hint of irony. From the beach looking into the pool, however, you could see both the pool’s occupants plain as day. Passers-by saw freckly Rusty and a sandy-haired beachcomber, Skip. Skip was the one you noticed, slender, rippled stomach, sinewy smooth pecs and arms, his strong soccer legs scissoring to keep afloat in his knee-length bathing suit hanging out in the pool’s deep end. His angular face was finely crafted without being pretty. The jaw that came to a point at his cleft chin was strong, and often clenched; a long slender nose; light brown hair, sun-bleached at the tips, matched his glowing amber eyes evoking both mischief and mystery. As much as you got to know Skip, there was always a part of him that remained out of reach. Rusty plunged underwater, looked through the glass with cupped hands, and also saw the same hazy ocean. Coming back up he wiped his eyes. “Yeah, neat-o,” he said trying to mimic Skip’s tone. They were encouraged to say things like that at work, and the beach house was still part of work. The retro lingo was former actor Cyrus Johnson’s—or “Whitey” as he chose to be called—remembrances of Malibu beach party teen movies he’d been in, acting with Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello, back in the early sixties. Hey, the Chelsea bar called Paradise was his, they just bartended there, so he got to make the rules. White-haired Whitey, a man now in his forties, a silver fox save for a beer gut, hung out under a deck umbrella talking to a striking Mexican. The gentleman who’d shown up with some associates at noon, had long, black wavy hair and was an imposing figure on the pool deck. Skip eyeballed the dark visitor and speculated. Sexy even if he was a little intimidating, he moved stiffly, a buck ninety pounds of barrel-chested muscle. He’d abandoned his shirt surrendering to the day’s humidity. His shoulders and back were covered in fur. A hulking daddy-type if ever there was one, Skip thought. He looked way more interesting than any of Whitey’s usual backers who came around to ogle Whitey’s pool twinks. Desperado. Racketeer. Mobster. Skip searched for the word best to describe him. Thug. Gangster. Cutthroat. Yeah, cutthroat maybe. The gentleman sure was animated, pressuring Whitey about something, poking a finger into Whitey’s chest. His dark tanned skin, almost black under his suit of hair, glistened in the humidity. The deck’s potted palms suddenly began to rustle by a mercifully cool gust of wind, sending the cutthroat’s hair flying into his face. He struggled to make his point while trying to keep strands of hair out of his mouth. Finally frustrated, he untied a knotted red kerchief from his neck and bound his wavy hair in a pirate bandana. Yeah, that was it—Pirate! ”Yo ho,” Skip said. Skip wasn’t Skip’s real name. Whitey had given all his bartenders nicknames he remember from that bebop, doo wop, shama lama era: Ace, Buzz, Stretch, Moose. Getting a new Paradise nickname did come with advantages. Skip discovered variants that could emphasize different traits for different customers offering different subtexts. Name’s Skippy when he wanted to highlight his youth to an older patron; They call me Skipper to a cute bottom boy, intimating that he was the boss, the alpha dog of his bar crew; and Skip, well, just that he was Skip, informal, kinda butch, kinda rich, none of it untrue. His real name was Alastair Inge, well, even worse before his grandfather had shortened it, Alastair von Ingerschleben—“from the village of Inge,” if you wanted to get real technical. Alastair was pretentious enough, so Inge sufficed. If you pressed him he actually didn’t mind Skip. In fact, he started introducing himself that way at Columbia U during his junior year. No one there questioned its legitimacy since he already had that Nantucket air. Skip surveyed his latest fling sharing the pool, a new bartender at Paradise, Aiden Reilly, a.k.a. red-headed “Rusty”—no one said white haired Whitey was a creative genius. All Irish. All freckles. Rusty was cute, had a rather bulbous nose, a nice size prick, but was a little fey in some of his mannerism—a little too overtly bottom, truth will out—not that Skip was a total butch top, but he did most of the pedaling during sex. The thing that really annoyed Skip, though, was how Rusty worshipped his lesbian twin sister, Briana, who also attended Columbia. Not that Skip disliked lesbians, he just never socialized much with them. After meeting Rusty, he did a lot. And if not socializing, then hearing about her. A lot. Rusty was always going on about how Briana said this, Briana broke up with Kirsten, Briana did the funniest thing, Briana started going back out with Kirsten, and on and on till Skip wanted to shoot himself. Or Rusty. Or Briana. Sometimes Skip believed Aiden would be happier to have a sex change just so that he could be a lesbian like his sister. That kind of thinking made Skip’s head hurt. But that’s what made the pirate, slapping his bottle of Corona on the table, so damn attractive, despite, or maybe in addition to, the gorilla coat he sported. He couldn’t imagine for one second the pirate had any desire to be anything other than a man, a pirate king guzzling his beer. The pirate caught him staring at him, and raised his bottle and gave him a red-scarf nod. Rusty was busy scanning his associates. “Organized crime,” he pronounced. Skip smiled at the thought. “Why do you think that?” he asked. “Well, you know what a gossip Slim is?” Skipped agreed. “He chatted a couple of them up as soon as they got here. You know Whitey’s obsession with our stupid names? You should get a load of theirs. Tito, Khan…” “That could be their names,” Skip pointed out. “One of them is named Knuckles. Knuckles! How much more mobster can you get?” “Which one’s Knuckles,” Skip asked. Rusty pointed to the largest guy on the deck, talking to a tall, slim black bartender, named—you guessed it—“Slim.” Knuckles had on a grey t-shirt with large yellowed pit stains, black jeans and a black leather vest. Slim was pestering Knuckles about something under his vest. Knuckles flapped it open. Even from the far end of the pool, the holstered snub nose .38 was easy to spot. Slim leaned back surprised, then tipped forward enticed, and ran his fingers down Knuckles’ breast bone. Tito and Khan chuckled at the pair’s open flirtation. Rusty returned to Skip with one ginger eyebrow raised. Skip swam down to the shallow end and raised himself out, flexing his triceps hoping the pirate would notice. He did. “Skippy,” Whitey shouted to the lad as he dripped on the deck. “Get your little tail over here and meet my compadre, Bernardo.” Skip strutted over, wiping himself with a beach towel, confidently brushing back his spikey hair. He greeted the man with an engaging smile, as Whitey made the introductions. “Bernardo de Sade, meet the best bartender in Paradise, Alistair von Ingerschleben.” Skip gave Whitey a congratulatory smile, impressed that Whitey knew how to spit out his whole name in full Germanic glory. “But y’all can call him Skippy.” Skip extended his hand, which was immediately engulfed by de Sade’s two large paws. He didn’t shake so much as grab. “What is Skippy? Is like jumping?” De Sade erupted at his joke. His bellicose laugh was a little disturbing. It wasn’t that funny, but Skip produced a grin nonetheless. Whitey was clearly nervous about something, Skip sensed. Whitey made like de Sade’s joke was the funniest thing. “Yes, Bernardo, Skippy hops to, runs the bar shipshape like the skipper of a ship, don’t you, Skipper?” “I guess I do, Whitey. I guess I do,” Skip replied, acting greatly complimented, puffing up his smooth chest. Whitey was a giggling fool, Skip thought, but smiled cordially nonetheless. Seeing that de Sade wasn’t letting go of his hand anytime soon, Skip doubled down and placed his other hand over the back of the man’s tight grip. Skip reckoned this was one of the bar’s major money men that Whitey was always fretting about. He knew how to make a good impression on wealthy men born into it himself. Skip’s smile never faltered, his eyes never shied away. The man slowly released his hands with a middle finger tracing Skip’s palm. De Sade’s cruise was hidden from view but blatant enough for Skip. The edges of Skip’s lips curled and he cruised de Sade right back with his shining golden eyes. Skip felt the come-on granted him some permission, so he drew up a chair between the men. “Señor de Sade, I take it you’re one of Whitey’s silent partners.” De Sade nibbled a flake on his chapped lip. It seemed there were things he preferred not to talk about, Skip realized. “I’d say I’m more involved with Mr. Johnson’s supply chain,” de Sade replied mysteriously and sipped his beer. The man’s wide-set eyes were penetrating and enticing, oozing hot-blooded sex as he sized Skip up. His mustache was finely trimmed, with a small soul patch beneath his lip, and sideburns shaved to fine points on his dark, sunken cheeks. Pitch black chest hair flowed from his neck directly to his broad fleshy pecs. Skip couldn’t help himself and gave a quick glance down and marveled at the dense pelt covering the man’s abdomen, and even more astonished by the amount of flesh buried in his khaki shorts. Down his right pant leg the outline of a big dick rose like a pipe; a bit of foreskin even peeked out against his hairy kneecap. When he glanced back up, Skip was met with the lewd, knowing smile of a confident, well-endowed, brazen buccaneer. As Skip checked out de Sade’s package, Whitey was subtly, desperately trying to signal Skip. He pinched his nose a few times, attempting to clue Skip into what supplies in the supply chain de Sade meant. Once Skip got it, Whitey gave the smallest of head shakes, telling Skip he shouldn’t pursue this particular supplier. Skip wasn’t so easily put off—actually he was more intrigued, if you really want to know. He himself dealt a bit of blow in the bar’s bathrooms from time to time, so felt simpatico to the pirate. “This your first time to Fire Island, Señor de Sade? I’d love to show you around,” Skip offered. “No. Many times I’ve been here. High tea, low tea, the meat rack—I feel much at home here.” The mention of the meat rack, a dune swept labyrinth for anonymous sex, made Skip see de Sade in a new light. “Usually I am Señor Johnson’s guest, isn’t that right, mi amigo,” he replied patting Whitey’s hand. Whitey withdrew his hand unconsciously, then put on a too broad smile to hide his discomfort. “But this time I drive a big boat. You’d like to see my big boat?” the man jested, knowing exactly what Skip wanted to see. He and Skip rose together. De Sade cocked his head to tell his men it was time to leave. He’d gotten what he came for. Whitey was not subtle in how happy he was to see them abruptly leave. By all means, Skip should see the boat, he told them, ushering them to the side gate. Knuckles led the pack, carrying a paper bag with de Sade’s monthly cut in it. Slim pouted his lower lip, disappointed in seeing Knuckles go. Tito and Khan followed Knuckles, with Skip and de Sade bringing up the rear. His henchmen grinned like goons, familiar with how their boss weaved a web around a new victim. Whitey wiped his brow and waved, while Rusty stewed jealously floating in the pool in his water wings. *** It started innocent enough. The yacht tour started with a quick, teasing tour of de Sade’s master cabin with its large bed covered in black rubber—Skip had to touch—then in the kitchen galley, on the way to the wheelhouse, de Sade pulled out a small brown bottle of coke. Would Skip like a hit? Skip would. Then topside in the wheelhouse, Khan, the yacht’s pilot, a slender, half-Mongolian, half-Peruvian guy with a wispy brown beard and long, stringy ‘stache, asked Skip if he would like to skipper the boat into the bay? Skip would. Purring west in the Great South Bay, Tito came up and said de Sade wanted to know if Skip was up for a couple more lines and some Tequila? Skip was. Until they passed under the Robert Moses Causeway and were out to sea, Skip had no reason to worry. I mean, if things got too sketchy he’d just jump off the boat and swim to shore, right? That would be a major pain in the ass getting back to The Pines, but he wasn’t going to be kidnapped, for Christ’s sake. The truth was it was turning into a totally awesome, coked-up afternoon with some hot and sketchy characters. He couldn’t wait to tell the other bartenders about it. Tito turned out to be this outrageously clownish guy. Hyperactive, great at voices and imitations. At first he thought Tito had a mole near his left eye but it turned out to be a tear tattoo, which freaked him at first, but after a few lines and a couple shots of Tequila, Tito was this natural prankster, making fun of Knuckles’ Neanderthal stance and calling de Sade “Gomez Addams’ dirty, hippy cousin.” Skip thought that was hilarious. “Very, very dirty cousin, aren’t you, Capo?” Tito said, insinuatingly, running his hand down his boss’ chest. Skip was in hysterics and kinda turned on. Knuckles, for his part, wasn’t as he first seemed. More a big teddy bear when you got down to it. Skip realized that Knuckles stooped over, knuckles almost dragging, because he tried to hide how absolutely monstrously tall he was when he stood straight. Also the galley ceiling was really low, so he had to extra hunch over in the space, and Tito took full advantage of the fact. Scratching his armpit, making monkey sounds. And de Sade? Well, de Sade was sexier with every line they passed around. Still intense in every way, especially in the forceful way he laughed, slapping the table, knocking the back of Tito’s head, throwing his head back with a full belly laugh that ricocheted almost painfully off the white plastic ceiling. De Sade treated him like crew from the moment he stepped aboard, slapped him on the back, clipped his chin slowly with his fist for no reason, looked at him in the same possessively, fatherly way he looked at his crew. De Sade was very open, in fact, he was pretty provocative in his affectionate for his men. Yeah, he’d smack Tito’s head but he’d also lay a kiss on his head when he passed him, bringing back everyone cervezas from the mini-fridge, or pull on one of Knuckles sagging nipples after Knuckles slammed back his fifth Tequila shot. Skip wondered exactly how close they all were, if there were boundaries, if they had sex—it sure seemed that way. With his coke-fueled brain flying, he considered what it would be like to really be a part of this crew. What nerve it would take to drop out of school, screw his parents’ plans of him becoming a lawyer, and totally turn to the life of a real modern-day coked-out, sex-crazed pirate. How awesome would that be? Pretty awesome! Looking out the window, seeing land was quickly disappearing from the horizon, Skip mentioned to de Sade that he really should to get back soon, he had a public policy paper due on Monday, hadn’t even started it yet, hadn’t even picked a topic. The coke was making him ramble, watching the last of Fire Island becoming a thin brown line. Maybe he’d do Nixon’s trip to China or the release of the Iranian hostages, maybe arms for hostages that was lately in the news. De Sade reassured him they’d be back before sunset, and pushed a mirror with lines of white powder toward him. Skip bent over the galley table and snorted. He pinched his nose feeling the substance burn. “Oh, man, strong! Whew! Maybe I can I buy one of Briana’s old policy papers. She’s the sister of this guy I know. She bailed me out before, yeah, but then she’ll tell Rusty. Wait, was that coke?” he asked Tito who’d been chopping white powder out of new bag since they’d finished the last one a while ago. “No, amigo. This is much better. This is Miss Tina,” Tito said. “Más amoroso.” He wiggled his brows suggestively as he passed the mirror around. The four of them laughed, Skip just a little bit uneasy. Still, in this new light Tito did looked hotter than he did before. Was that from Tina? His gang tattoos on his neck, arms, and chest, were kinda sexy. His broad face, Skip noticed, had a slight gap between his two front teeth. Now that Tito was smiling all the time he couldn’t help but notice it. And when he glanced at Knuckles? Forget about it! As homely as they come, all acne scarred, tiny black eyes, overweight and sagging breasts. But Knuckles had to be packing a good, solid thirteen incher in his jeans. No doubt about that lump. There were things you could overlook, and there were things you can’t. “Más amoroso, huh?” Skip repeated. “I’m amped but kinda tingly all over. Is this how you’re supposed to feel?” De Sade and his boys smiled. “I always stick to coke, but I’ll have to remember this.” Skip got up to pace in the cramped galley. De Sade got with him. “You party, my friend?” he asked. Skip laughed a little too loud. “I thought that’s what we’re doing.” “Nah. If you want to really party with us,” de Sade said as a pointed invitation, “let’s introduce you to something I know you’re going to love.” Skip gave his a why not shrug of his shoulders. De Sade went down to the master cabin. Knuckles caught Skip as he paced and sat him back in the booth, pinning him between himself and Tito. “Beuno, sí? Do another. Twice as good,” said the big man. Skip sensed heat radiate off him, and felt Tito’s sexy perspiration sliding against his other arm. The room was hot and what might have been smelly body odor any other time was acting like an aphrodisiac. “Fuck, I am ready to crawl out of my skin as it is, Knuckles. I gotta lay off a bit.” De Sade heard what Skip said as he came back in and sat across from the three of them. “I have the perfect–cómo se dice—remedy. You won’t want to crawl out of your skin—you will shed it.” He laid a tourniquet and a syringe with a cloudy brown liquid on the table. Skip’s eyes widened. He looked at Knuckles and Tito who displayed big smiles. “Uh, not big into needles, guys,” Skip said trying to sound cool but resolute. Tito put a hand on Skip’s back and rubbed his shoulder to get him to relax. Knuckles too started kneading Skip’s shoulder. “What is that?” Skip asked uneasy, feeling the room closing in on him. Under the table Tito rubbed his cock through his swimsuit. For a brief moment he was conflicted. Yes, he want to be with these guys, but didn’t want to get into the whole shooting up junky thing. He just couldn’t see his life going that way. De Sade held the syringe up to the swaying overhead light. He tapped the vial dislodging tiny air bubbles and squirted out the thinnest stream of liquid out the end. “Most people mix heroin with coke to make a speedball. But coke fades long before the heroin does. Meth last much longer and is muy amoroso, right Tito?” de Sade asked. Tito nodded in agreement. Skip searched de Sade’s face. What was unnerving was that he was still being friendly, like a dad trying to get his kid to get into the ocean, or to take his first swig of alcohol. “Ah, yeah, guys, I’m gonna take a rain check on this. So maybe we get the boat turned around, like, now?” Tito moved his head close to Skip’s. “I know, man, it looks scary, but trust me. One stick, Chico, and pow,” he said, eyes wide and crazy, “heaven spreads its legs for you.” “Put out your arm,” de Sade firmly. Skip started to struggle, then realizing Tito and Knuckles weren’t going to let him out, made a violent attempt to climb out of the booth…and then what? Jump off the yacht and swim back to a shore that wasn’t even there anymore? Fuck yes, but Knuckles and Tito had him locked in. Skip no longer had a plan, he only had instincts. He fought until Knuckles pushed him back into the booth so he couldn’t move. Tito wrapped the tourniquet tightly around his bicep and a few small blue veins revealed themselves on his forearm. Knuckles held his wrist firmly against the table. “Don’t be like this,” de Sade said. “We want you to be one of us. And your veins are very small, it’s hard enough without you fighting. You’ll make me miss,” warned de Sade. Skip gave one last burst to get free but Knuckles and Tito leveraged their full weight against him, which didn’t allow any more movement. Skip braced himself and felt the needle prick his skin. His blood combined momentarily with the vial’s mixture before de Sade began pushing the speedball into his system. “Mierda,” de Sade grumbled. He held up the needle, displaying a full vial of reddish-brown liquid. “Your vein rolled, Chico.” He set the syringe on the table. “I really would like you to be with us, but I need you to cooperate. Knuckles let him go. If he doesn’t want, okay.” Knuckles release his grip. Skip still felt Tito playing with the lump rising in his bathing suit. “Your choice, Skippy. Lay out your other arm if you want this and be with us.” A funny thing was happening to him. Just the small amount that pricked his skin and got it into his bloodstream was making him feel extremely good and more than a tad bit horney. Maybe de Sade planned this. If he did it was a good plan. Skip took a deep breath, and then laid his arm on the table. “Yes!” Tito exclaimed, and undid the tourniquet and handed it to Knuckles. Knuckles bound Skip’s other bicep, and de Sade instructed him to make a fist. De Sade looked into Skip’s eyes smiling like an approving father. “Ah, look. Here is the one I’m going to hit,” de Sade said, tracing a vein on the inside of Skip’s arm. Even that small about of tactile contact made Skip feel good. What would the whole amount do, he wondered? “Ready?” Skip nodded. “Stick,” de Sade said. The needle registered fresh blood, and the full speedball went into Skip’s system. *** It’s been said a speedball’s rush is like a handjob from God. In Skip’s cases it was a handjob from Tito. Skip repeated fuck, over and over, hoping the intensity of the rush wasn’t going to keep getting more intense. But that’s exactly what happened, like someone continuously polishing your nob after you’ve cum, pleasure not meant for mere mortals. The meth rush hit first. He fell fast from it, a massive surge of elation jammed into the first few seconds, then ten, sixty…this wasn’t stopping. His stomach almost puked sensing the speed of this unending elation, he couldn’t take one more second of it, but then the hammock of heroin caught him, rocked him, bounced him, swirled him in slow motion, sending his brain out in every direction. His head fell forward. He gripped the table with both hands thinking that would stabilize him. But nothing was stable. Everything was in motion. He saw de Sade crawl over the table toward him and give him a strong, forceful kiss. He stuck his tongue right back as forcefully as he received. De Sade pulled back only an inch to admire Skip’s dilated pupils, the iris so thin, like the corona of a sun in eclipse. “You love it,” he whispered, “don’t you, papi?” “Ah, fuck, yesssss. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuuuck.” The meth made him want to get up but the impulse was countered by the heroin, and he lolled in a no-man’s land of pure bliss, hovering in his body, suspended in a feeling he was floating in a warm bath, wrapped in a cocoon of pleasure, orgasming directly in the grip of God. “Ah, fuck, what is this?” he said dazed, unmoored. This had no relation to his previous life. This was like trying to explain colors to the blind. He looked around this table of men. You have these concepts—bath, floating, orgasm, God, men—but to the uninitiated they remain concepts. Who knew what was inside these words? He now was inside them, felt it all, was it all, was the orgasm, inside the finger, was God. There was no separation between him and the men at the table anymore. He was captive of the rush, which wasn’t going anywhere. Like de Sade’s first grip on him, it wasn’t letting go of him anytime soon. Tito and Knuckles rousted him out of the booth, carrying him, one arm draped over each of their broad shoulders, taking him down, step by enormous step, down to the master cabin. In the master cabin Tito face was now in front of his. Tito held his head, stuck his tongue in his mouth. Ever since the drug hit, Skip felt a moment behind each motion he went through. The delay allowed for something however, a new lack of inhibition, a leaving behind his former self. The snake skin de Sade had promised. Thinking trailed far behind him, desire had free reign. He made out with Tito like a drunken sailor, slobbering, flopping onto his naked chest, pinching his tits, grabbing his crotch, groping his growing pecker through his shorts. Tito laughed at Skip’s wanton intensity, and ripped the kid’s swimsuit off, letting him weaved naked in front of them, holding out an arm for balance or to try to touch Tito again. Between the motion of the ship and his imbalance, he had to be propped up. Knuckles scooped him up like a bride, and laid him on the rubber bed, but not before Skip pulled himself close enough to Knuckles' face and stick his tongue down the large man’s throat. Knuckles was at first surprise, then aroused, then responded forcefully pushing Skip’s face back on the bed with his open mouth. Knuckles looked at the kid, wiped his face, was smitten. No one had ever kissed him like that, especially someone so beautiful. “You like this feeling, Chico?” de Sade asked. Skip nodded his head slowly as he reach up to kiss de Sade again. De Sade push him back. “Papi Chulo is what I’ll be for you this week. You want for nothing.” Skip ran his hands over his own torso. Felt his burning chest, his heart beating wildly under his breast bone, heard de Sade voice like it was underwater. “I make you feel this way from now on, día y noche.” Skip tried to speak but de Sade put his mouth around his erect pole, slid down, down to the root, so just a gasp of air aspirated out. De Sade then stripped as did his men. All were rigid, dripping, ready to take turns fucking the new crew member. There was nothing Skip wouldn’t do in his present state, nothing too debauched. Tito put a leg up on the bed so that his hairy asshole was available for Skip to chew on. A hairy cave was Tito cavern, full of smells of hell’s pit from which Skip greedily ate. The boy spat into it and mixed his saliva with the crust that engulfed Tito’s crack. Knuckles took up where de Sade had left off, and sucked Skip’s tool, while de Sade raised the kid’s legs to eat out his hole. Knuckles rested his head and rubbed Skip’s chest and belly. De Sade’s tongue drilled into Skip’s hole sending waves of fire through Skip’s body. De Sade reach up and started stroking Tito’s dripping cock. Four men became a new creature, a slowly careening, ricocheting embodiment of lust. “How you like partying with us now, papi?” Skip had no words, just nodded deep within Tito’s crack. He felt one long finger drill deep into his hole. It scanned around, greasing his rectum. Then he felt another thicker finger enter him. They worked at first in concert, going in and out alternately. They then joined together and started stretching him, north and south, east and west. Another long finger joined in, then another fat finger. Again, the four fingers stretched his sphincter in all directions. It felt like he’d entered heaven, until two more fingers, one thick, one thin, united with the first four. Now six fingers were filling his hole, pushing in thick viscus lube, pushing it deep into his guts. Of course he’d been fingered before, also fucked, but this was stretching him much wider. The girth of six fingers felt like the width of largest cock that had ever penetrated him. He couldn’t remember whose cock that had been. That was in a time that no longer existed. Only now is what he felt. He barely remember who he was? Skip? Alastair? It didn’t matter, all that mattered was that two more fingers were fusing into his hole. Eight fingers pulled and prodded, ripping his hole open in the most sensual way. He couldn’t resist. Four thick finger came out and the other four went deep inside. A sensation like no other he’d ever felt, a hand it was that went into his body, his rectum accepted it without question, his sphincter clamped on the hairy wrist, which pushed the hand inside another inch. It was impossible. A man’s hand was inside him. It sat there Immobile, massive, the queerest sensation of fullness, pleasurable, yes, uncomfortable, yes, intensely gratifying. What more than yes? And then fingertips moved. “Oh, fuck, daddy,” he cried. “Yes,” he panted. Tito moved his leg over Skip’s torso so he could sit squarely on his face. Skip laid blind within Tito’s hairy, musky butt, and he gratefully ate Tito out, while Tito wanked himself watching de Sade hand push into Skip’s hole. Knuckles laid on his side greasing de Sade’s forearm. Skip had diminished senses operating. The taste and smell of Tito’s rancid butt were two. But Tito’s muscular ass masked Skip’s sight and muffled sound. That left touch. And touch was overpowering everything else. These fingers teased within. He didn’t know what was happening, couldn’t tell if they were going in deeper or being pulled out. When he felt a vast emptiness he knew the hand had been withdrawn, but then a few thicker fingers slid inside. Colder and slipperier lube accompanied these new fleshy fingers. He felt a large hand with insanely large knuckles ripping at his hole. Just part of the hand was fitting inside but was insisting on full penetration. Pain started registering and he started crying out. Tito got off his face, and broke something under his nose. He’d done popper before but this was different, stronger, hit him hard, made him bare down and want those knuckles inside. The hand came out and more lube poured into his open hole. He felt the cold slop turn warm inside him, and the knuckled hand went back in as another snap cracked under his nose. “Take it, papi,” de Sade whispered in the dark, swaying cabin. “Want it.” He wanted, desired, couldn’t live without this hand inside him. Knuckles broke through. Not many could take his fist. He felt the connection that most of the other crew felt all the time with each other. It was rare for him to penetrate and he wasn’t going to waste it. He pulled out almost all the way, stretching Skip’s ass to its widest point, then went back in where he had just been, resting until he felt Skip relax. He slowly twisted his hand, which elicited deep moans from the most beautiful boy he’d ever been with. His cock dripped in his desire for the boy. De Sade bent down and slowly sucked Knuckles' gargantuan member like he done many times before. It sent a passionate frenzy through Knuckles' body and he slowly began pumping his hand into and out of Skip. Skip was in a delirium of mixed sexual agony and ecstasy. Truth be told, he didn’t know what he was feeling, had never felt anything like this in his life, so had nothing to compare it to, he just knew he wanted more. He gave up his body completely, letting Knuckles explore his interior, encouraged him with amorous moans, affirmed the pleasure Knuckles provided, felt Knuckles’ body up with gratitude. With Tito off him he could see Knuckles in the shadows, carefully and lustfully driving his large hand deep and stretching him out. De Sade added two fingers to Knuckles large wrist and rode them along the large man’s forearm as he went back in. Added a third digit on the next thrust of his arm. Skip groaned but not in protest. It was a groan like he’d never made before, surrendering, pleading, begging for more. De Sade added a fourth, and held it in place until Knuckles pulled out completely, causing Skip to yelp, and immediately replaced Knuckles' huge hand with his clenched fist. It went in with little resistance. Skip watch Tito start stroking his cock. The eroticism of simultaneously feeling his insides being stretched in unimaginable ways, while he was getting jerked off by this beautiful criminal, he couldn’t figure out what he’d done to deserve this. He started bucking on de Sade’s arm and into Tito’s fist. De Sade encouraged him. “Sí, papi, let it go. Fuck yourself on my arm. Let Tito get you off,” he said. Skip raised his knees up and slowly pulling himself off de Sade stationary arm before using his weight to slide back down, feeling each single black hair on de Sade’s forearm slide into him, satisfying his fevered hunger. Repeatedly he rose and fell. “Ah, good boy, sí. Show us how a puta likes to take it.” Tito broke another capsule under Skip’s nose and Skip increased his rhythm and flailed on de Sade’s arm in greedy abandon. He couldn’t get enough of the sensation, the expansion in his bowels that unnerved him and unveiled his inner pig. “Fuck, yeah, daddy. Fist that hole, give me a crater, wreck it, fuck yeah, destroy that hole,” he shouted. “Hold him,” de Sade said. Tito took one leg and Knuckles the other. “Sí, I will.” Skip laid back on the rubber sheets and scanned the faces of Knuckles and Tito. He was puzzled why they looked so concern. De Sade put the nozzle of the lube bottle inside his hole and squeezed an insane amount till it oozed out. He slid one hand inside and added two fingers from his other hand along his wrist, pushed in, then pulled out. De Sade slid in his other hand into to the gaping hole adding four fingers of his other hand. He pushed in deep and held it there. He pulled out and slid his first hand back inside, rose on his haunches, and pushed his immense dark, eel of a dick inside, slithering his cock along his arm until his head crowned into his palm deep inside Skip’s bowels. De Sade started playing with his uncut meat, squeezing his foreskin over his glans like he enjoyed when he was jerking himself off solo. Well, he was jerking off, it was all just surrounded by the boy’s colon. It didn’t take him long. Tito cracked some amyl under de Sade’s nostrils and then shared a second with Skip. That got Skip to start humping de Sade’s fist and cock ferociously, which, in turn, excited de Sade. De Sade increased the rapidity and depth of his strokes, until, seeing Skip’s silent, distorted face, he convulsed, shooting multiple times, pumping his fist deep in Skip’s hole each time he shot another wad. Skip’s body absorbed the shocks, each time howling, unable to make sense of what was happening to him. Tito stroked his cock furiously on the last of de Sade seizures, and the kid, in delirium, shot across the room, white webs of cum clinging to the headboard. After de Sade wiped sweat from his eyes, he needed to piss. Having the boy still attached made him a perfect receptacle. He waited until he had a steady flow, then played with his piss stream, pinching his slit, then letting it burst with a fierce gush. Skip definitely felt pin prickly gushes in his gut—a burning hot sensation along his colon walls—and since it was all chem piss, it absorbed directly into his system. He got higher, if that was still possible, hornier, more deviant. But to be real for a minute, with the more potent chemicals rapidly filling his body, his consciousness was starting to fade. There are diminishing returns with too much of a good thing, and Skip was reaching that limit, but not before de Sade slithered out his dick and tried inserting a second fist. The effects of chem piss brought out a manic desperation. Skip tried, determined to take de Sade’s second fist. He bore down, pushed, strained, with de Sade assisting, applying pressure on his end. De Sade withdrew both fists, and reinserted the first fist going deep. He then eased in the second hand gliding down the inserted wrist, but was held in check by the flesh above his thumb. Tito snapped one last capsule and Skip inhaled deeply. His ass relaxed with his desire at its peak. Two fist were inside Skip. A feeling of massive fullness, even a sense of utter completion, he look up at de Sade knowing what was inside him, which spread a smile across his face. Tito and Knuckles would take turns after de Sade was finished. The next morning Khan would have his chance and the cycle would begin again. Seven days would pass by the time the yacht anchored in Veracruz, his hole completely broken, ready for his new life. Skip never became fully consciousness again. Once they reached their destination, de Sade held an auction and Skip was sold to the highest bidder. His new owner kept him permanently drugged, selling him nightly as the fuck junky he was now destined to be. “Roll credits. Flash disclaimer. The end,” said Manetti. *** “What?! No-no-no-no-no.” Tobias cried out appalled. “Michael, that’s your ending? What is wrong with you? That is completely unacceptable.” Tobias was ticked. Mitchel looked over at the two mortician’s who wore sinister sneers on their faces. Drax was, as always, inscrutable. Only Jamal blinked in confusion at Manetti’s ending. “Well, how would you end it?” Manetti asked Tobias, having just spent the last half hour improvising his ass off, trying to spin a tale of how Drax could buy a boat and make a porn film on it, dreaming up what kind of porn film it could be. Yeah, that’s his story! He was out on the island to buy Drax a boat. That’s why he didn’t come back to the apartment last night. He, of course, would have first gotten Drax’s okay, naturally, it was his money after all. Manetti was just being an entrepreneur. He’d been scouting out possibilities, locations. Yeah, Skippy and the Pirate—just a concept, he stressed—was the type of film Drax could shoot. “Okay,” Manetti capitulated to Tobias, “maybe not sell Skippy as a sex slave if that bothers you.” Roger suggested that Skippy in the House of Whores, might be an interesting sequel. Boris chortled at that. “I feel betrayed!” Tobias was unrelenting. “What a sick, twisted little mind you have, Michael Manetti. You don’t do that to the main character. Not if you cared…” “Tobias, stop,” Boris interrupted the man’s rant. “Mother, get her smelling salts. She’s about to faint. Tobias, bubbe. When was the last time you actually cared about a character in a porn film? I’ll tell you when. Never. The kind of collections I have at home?” He held up a wagging finger. “Not one redeemable character. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’ll tell you one thing: I don’t watch porn for plots. Climaxes yes, plots no.” “In our line of work,” Roger injected, “it’s actually refreshing to see someone get used by scores of men for no particular reason. It counteracts the savagery that comes to us regularly from the city’s morgue.” Both morticians nodded gravely. “You can’t begin to imagine the real horror people inflict on each other.” That actually got an eyebrow raise from Drax. Tobias still had a fisheye trained on Manetti. “What?” Manetti barked. It was Manetti’s turn to feign hurt. (Secretly he felt relieved his story caused so much vexation. Perhaps it was enough to distract Drax and ward off suspicion—that he’d cooked up a story convincing enough, that buying Drax a boat for a porn shoot was potentially plausible. It could happen, he reasoned.) “It’s just a stupid story, Tobias, enough to get you from one fuck scene to the next.” “But just look at Chris,” Tobias said pointing to the boy. They all looked at Chris whose dick was so hard it was purple. “You’ve totally corrupted him with your lurid tales. And the only character that might have any redeeming quality you heartlessly sell as a junky for life. Unconscionable.” Manetti saw the kid was definitely in a state. “You know I’m just pulling shit out of my ass, don’t ya kid?” Admittedly he was a little shock the kid sported such a big hardon from a pretty tawdry story. “I thought the pirate was going to make him part of his crew,” Chris said almost wounded. Regarding Manetti through his thick coke-bottle glasses, Mitchel agreed, “Yes, Michael, that would make a better ending. If you’ll allow me to get a little Freudian, dear, a bit of your subconscious is showing.” Manetti quickly looked away. “If Skippy is Chris, and the pirate is a stand-in for you, I think your ending betrays a conflicted moral compass. Do you want to corrupt or are you seeking to redeem?” Manetti refused to meet his gaze. “I’m Skippy?” Chris asked startled. “Okay, okay. The pirate makes Skippy part of the crew, in fact, he made him his cabin boy. Satisfied?” Manetti said exasperatedly. “No, Chris, you’re not Skippy. Mitchel’s the one now pulling shit out of his ass.” Roger turned to Boris. “Mmm, the pirate and the cabin boy. Very Treasure Island.” “Treasure Island equals awesome,” Chris squeeled to the morticians, “Mike, you’d be a great Long John Silver.” “I’d say,” mumbled Roger. Tobias just shook his head in dismay. “I know it only two o’clock but I’m parched. Anyone else care for a cocktail,” Tobias asked the room. “Sweetheart?” he asked Mitchel. “School night, Pumpkin. We need to get back. I have papers to grade.” Mitchel spotted Crusher wheeling his suitcase through the courtyard. “A short one,” Boris said, looking at Roger. “Make it two, but if you have any plastic cups from the party, let’s use those. We need to be going.” Tobias swept out of the room. “So,” Mitchel said, getting off the couch, passing Drax with a wary eye. He unlocked the sliding door, and instantly a cool Atlantic breeze floated in. “Alastair von Ingerschleben. Where did that come from?” he asked Manetti in passing. “Crusher, bring me the franchise papers to look over this week,” he yelled. “Will do. Thanks Mitch. Great party. Kisses to the Misses,” called Crusher, wheeling his suitcase over the coy pond bridge. Mitchel didn’t like Drax in his house, but he was amused by Michael’s improvised story. The cool breeze brought a briny smell of the sea with it. Wallace rose, his tail wagging, sniffing the salty air. “Alastair Inge was this snooty kid on my high school wrestling team,” Manetti said, shrugging his shoulders. “Never liked him.” “Although apparently you remember many details about him,” Mitchel teased. He sat back on the couch and lit a lilac scented candle on the coffee table. The closed room, or perhaps it was Drax’s mere presence, left an unpleasant, lingering odor. Manetti wasn’t sure how or if Drax was buying any of this, so he tested the waters. “So you see, Master Drax, I was telling these guy you wanted to buy a boat to make an outdoor porn film.” “And why on earth would I ever want to do that,” Drax laughed. He got up waving the candle scent away from him, and roamed around the room. He examined objects on the display case—a fine china vase, a few first edition books—finally landing his hand on top of Chris’ blond head. “How was your night, Christian? Did you and Michael have fun at the party?” “Yes, we did, Master Drax,” Chris said. “There were all these fireflies, but they should really be called fire-beetles, ‘cause they’re beetles and not flies at all. And they wiggle their butts to attract mates. And that’s what I did all night. I attracted lots of mates with my butt.” Drax chuckled. “I’m sure you did, child,” Drax said as he regarded Manetti. “The things he’s learned since he’s been with you, Michael. What clever, clever boys I have,” he snickered darkly. Drax’s mirthless laugh had a chilling effect on the room. Although Chris seemed oblivious, the morticians and Mitchel stiffened as they sat. Manetti guarded his emotions, still trying to assess where he stood with Drax. Drax said to Mitchel, with insipid friendliness, “We’ve been sitting here for so long listening to Michael’s tall tale of boats and pirates, we never got around to proper introductions. I don’t know these dapper gentlemen, but something about them tells me I should like to know them better. Would you be so kind, Professor, as to make the introductions?” Mitchel looked like he had something foul in his mouth, but he introduced Boris and Roger, nevertheless. Tobias came back with three gin and tonics for himself and his two guests in red plastic cups. “And who is this fine strapping lad?” Drax inquired after the Great Dane. He placed a hand on the dog’s face. The animal slapped his tail against the sliding glass window several times. “That’s our Wallace,” Roger admitted proudly. Boris fidgeted uncomfortably. Drax watched both men curiously. “Mr. Drax, can I offer you coffee, or a cocktail perhaps?” Tobias offered. “So kind of you, Mr. Glass, but no. I’m still trying to understand why Michael and Christian are out here and not back home in New York where they were supposed to be after…” “We had invited Michael,” Mitchel interrupted. “Our special guests of the night and he brought Chris along with him.” “Yes,” Tobias picked up from Mitchel, “for our Towel Party. You are familiar with our annual event, certainly.” “Most certainly. Legendary, I believe. I had hoped some of it was still going on. I had Jamal pack the camera just in case. You can imagine my disappointment that all the guests had departed. Still, maybe we can improvise something. It’s true, gentlemen. No one wants porn to have stories, especially stories with silly names, and pirates and boats. No, what we want is nameless men to simply fuck and be fucked, or fist, or jerk off, suck, pee, tie each other up, beat each other with whips, and do the most astonishing things to one another. To just come into a room, a room like this one, and show us something we want to see. Perhaps shock us by showing something we’ve always wanted to do, or, at the very least, wanted to witness. The only satisfying ending in porn, Michael, is a happy ending—someone or everyone needs to cum. That’s all one needs to get to the credits. Let me demonstrate.” Drax leaned over as an aside to the morticians, “Knowing our boy, this won’t take long.” The morticians snickered. “No plot, simply a naked boy with an erection, gentlemen. Observe. Christian?” he said, while pointing to Jamal to get the camera ready. “I wonder if you would show us what so many men have done to you lately. Maybe start by sitting on my fist. Just frame him, Jamal, and my hand. I’m sure, Christian, our guests would like a little entertainment. No plot, gentlemen. Just spectacle.” Jamal had the camera rolling. Christian rose fingering his butt, but Mitchel quickly stood up and put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Our guests, Mister Drax, would not like a little entertainment. While our debauchery knows no bounds—we have, after all, our house filled with it last night—but let me point out first, I have no wish for our compound to be the setting for one of your little films. Second, I don’t appreciate a lecture on lechery. I grant you none of us knows the subject better than you, but spare us such a crass demonstration of licentiousness using this young boy simply to prove your capacity to corrupt. You, sir, are corruption—we’ve never had a doubt about that.” Mitchel looked at the two mortician’s who had been leaning in, ready for a show, but now looked despondent. “Sir,” Mitchel said to Drax, “during the time it takes us to escort our guests back to their boat, I would very much appreciate if you wrap up your business with Michael, quickly, and be gone before we get return. Chris, it was an honor and privilege to have you with us. Michael, please call me and we’ll have lunch. There are some outstanding issues that need to be resolved. Gentlemen, Wallace, Sweetheart, after you.” With that Mitchel opened the door for the disappointed mortician’s, their dog, and Tobias who had his hand lovingly over his heart. Tobias stopped at the sliding door and planted a kiss on his husband. Drax said nothing, showed no emotion, but his face was red with fury. “Of course, Professor. We shall be done momentarily, and will leave, all of us, and remove ourselves from your premises.” “Thank you. Mister Drax,” replied Mitchel. He slid the screen door behind him. “Jamal, put away the camera.” Drax was seething, but remained wooden. He stood next to the display case and with one finger pushed a blue and white porcelain vase off its shelf, which Manetti leapt to catch before it hit the floor. “It would be a pity if a candle fell and lit this rug and the entire complex on fire!” Drax shouted the last word, then immediately caught himself. “What do you think, Michael? Should I set things right now or at a more suitable hour?” Manetti pushed the vase back against the wall. “I think if you did anything Mitchel would sue the shit out of you, honestly, if there were even one singe on his carpet,” Manetti replied. “He doesn’t practice, but he’s still on the board of his old firm and well connected.” “He could sue, yes, possibly, unless some accident befell him,” Drax countered. “An ex-con, say, that still held a grudge, a student he flunked who sought revenge, even a random homeless derelict could accosted him on his way home from a late night class. A shiv on a darkened street…” “Alright, enough!” Manetti growled, the first time he ever stood up in all the years he’d known Drax. Drax gave Manetti an ice cold stare. Manetti knew he crossed a line, maybe his second for not coming back to the apartment last night. “Forget about it, Master Drax, let’s just leave. I have your money, and it’s even more than you thought.” He felt—he hoped—the news might deflect him. “How much more?” “Chris, go get it,” Manetti said. “It turns out Chris found two…” “Two hundred thousand dollars in the vent, Master Drax!” he exclaimed, jumping up as if he couldn’t contain himself. “I put the money in my gym bag like you told me to, and hid it before the party.” “Two hundred, you say?” Drax asked surprised. He forgot Mitchel’s rudeness for the moment. Between the money and watching the boy jump up and down so excitedly, pulling on his delightfully semi-erect penis, it put Drax in a better humor. “Go. Fetch it, child,” he said, waving his hand. He watched Chris scampered out the door, jump off the deck, and disappear underneath the cabana. Chris quickly located his green bag. He took out almost all the packets of wrapped hundred dollar bills, each packet ten thousand, and left twenty of them in the gym bag. He dug a big hole in the sand and pushed all the money he’d poached in it. He spied a big palm frond lying under the deck. He grabbed it and laid it over the one million eight hundred thousand dollars, and then pushed the sand back to bury the loot. He smiled seeing as how he now was the pirate with his own buried treasure. He took a stick and marked it with a big X. He scurried from under the cabana, ran over and promptly placed his gym bag with its two hundred grand into Drax’s outstretched hands. Drax couldn’t be more pleased. Nor could Manetti.

Thank you all for sticking with me. Yes, I wasn’t aware of some of the site's guideline. That’s on me. I like the site a lot and wouldn’t want to put it at risk. The installment was taken down and I thank @drscorpio for not killing the story and letting me re-edit it. It’s long and still needs to be tightened up, but it’ll follow the guidelines of the site. Thanks again for all who posted. I saw your messages but couldn’t say anything till now. That said, I hope you enjoy the next installment, which should be up soon.

Part 18 　 We laid together like that for awhile, cuddling and kissing. I could still feel his cock agains my hole as it didn't seem to be going down much. Neither of us wanted to move and break the spell. It had felt the best yet. I broke off the kiss and told him, "WOW, that was even better than before. I almost wish you would have cum in my mouth, though, as I wanted to taste someone else's cum one time." Instead of answering, he just climbed up and sat on my chest and stuck his cock next to my lips and then said, "Lick it off and you can see if you like it." I guess I had realized he had cum against my ass, but not that it was so much as his cock was coated with it. I reached my tongue out and licked it and then swallowed all his cock I could to suck it all off. The taste was great and he was still hard and getting harder as I sucked it. He was moaning now in pleasure. He looked down in my eyes and said, "that really feels good. I just wish it was in your amazing hole. I bet that would be the best feeling ever." I still did not think that was what I wanted and just sucked him all the harder. I wanted a full load of his cum in my mouth once and was determined to get it. Hank threw his head back and was loving what I was doing. As I was sucking him he slowly, without withdrawing his cock from my mouth, turned around and his head again went down on my cock. I almost climbed out of my skin from the wonderful sensations of his mouth and tongue. I found myself trying to return the same movements to his cock. I could hardly believe my cock had come up again so soon. The pleasure I was feeling was beyond anything I could have imagined. We continued devouring each other for a good 15 minutes more and then just as the tingle in my balls was starting to come around again, I could feel his cock getting bigger and harder also. I knew we were both ready to cum again. I could feel his fingers at my hole again, too, much slicker now from, I guess, his cum being all over my ass. Then it was there and my orgasm came with another huge flood of cum and only about a second or two later my mouth was flooded with his cum and I felt his fingers entering me again, driving my orgasm even higher. What a feeling. He stroked his fingers in and out of my hole and I could feel my cum pump even more with every thrust. Then, as before, he withdrew, turned around and planted his lips against mine. A big cummy kiss from both of us and again I could tell his cock seemed to still be quite hard. His hands were still holding my ass off of the bed and then I felt his cock against my hole again. He pushed before I could move and the head definitely popped into my hole then. The pain of that huge invasion made me clamp down and I know I was screaming into his mouth but it was muffled by the kiss. I pushed him hard and it came back out of me, but was still hard against my hole and I could feel it still throbbing there. I pushed him away then and said, "I don't think I am ready for that and if I was we would need a rubber for that." He looked almost pained and said, "I want in there, but I never use a rubber, ever. I don't like the feel of them and doubt if you would either. Bare always feels so much better. You can feel everything then. Please, think about it as I want to be your first time so badly and I guarantee you that it will feel way better than these BJs. Much better." I could only stare and could not believe it would be a lot better than his BJs as they were the best feeling I had ever had. With that said he leaned towards me and we kissed and cuddled some more and then he got up. I got up also, and as I bent over to pickup my underwear, he moved against me, pulling me close as his cock slid up against my crack and gave me a huge hug. He ground his cock against my ass for a few more seconds and then let go and got dressed and told me, "see you again, soon, I hope. You are coming along so well and I love being with you and that amazing body of yours."

THURS., MARCH 8/18 --> LIGHTS LOW @Steamworks Toronto Since this weekend was going to be busy with work, I decided to go to Steamworks Toronto for their Thursday LIGHTS LOW experience. I needed cum to be blasted into me as well as I needed to blast in some anon guy. Each Thursday brings a whole new crop of guys to play with. You, guys, should know I love to rim bubblebutt. In the dark rooms I got my wish. SO TASTY!! I got my first dick in me (I did prepare by douching, so I was cleaned out well!) within the first 15 minutes. I was in the front dark gloryhole area with the slurp ramp. I was back against one gloryhole and I felt a finger or two seeing if I was lubed up and ready for raw cock. The guy played with my hole by shoving his dick ever so deeper into me. He plunged into me several times. After the last time, he came out and smiled at me. Nice in-shape black guy with a long narrow dick. Hell, I didn't mind. He said that he came in me. I was happy! In the back narrow dark room I did get fucked again and seeded by an anon guy. I wanted to clean off his dick to thank him but he disappeared quite quickly. He did kiss the back of my neck after cumming in me. Load #2. I was fucking a younger guy anonymously. His ass muscles milked my dick, and you know what happens. A win-win! He got my saved load and I got to unload in him. No questions, just bare SEX. Next post - March 17th 10PM-3AM BB Sex Party @Club120

Chapter one: Monday: conclusion. Five minutes left until closing time. The sauna was empty except for me, the cleaning was done. All I was doing was sat contemplating what to do. I locked the front door and shut down the pc. Home time. Or sex time. Whichever I decided to do. I left the building locking the staff door behind me. As I fumbled with the lock I heard a scuffling behind me and before I could turn around an arm hooked around my neck and breath warmed my cheek... "Are you the dirty whore I've been told to expect? Don't bother answering it makes no difference. You are leaving here with my gift regardless." I started to struggle but his arm pulled back and my air was slowly being cut off. In my panic I felt his hand pull my shorts down and a finger slide in me. "Ooh still wet. Naughty boy. Let's make you gush." Before I could even really take in what was happening he was balls deep pumping hard. Grunting. His arm snaked from around my neck and grabbed the back of my head. Suddenly he slammed my head straight into the wall and star exploded in front of my eyes. I heard a gasp and felt my hole get slicker. "Youre coming with me." Dazed and unable to fight back I was lifted over his shoulder, my keys still in the door, my phone slipped from my shorts and clattered to the floor. "Don't worry boy you won't be needed that anymore, where you are going the only thing you'll be worried about it your hole being bred." Slowly darkness crept into my vision and the blackness of unconscious ate me up.

Part 13 　 Hank, my new neighbor and owner of the duplex, also, had just given me, a straight guy the best bj I had ever had. On top of that he had just revealed to me that just as I was cumming down his throat, he had rammed 4 fingers up my ass, which had made my orgasm so strong I was still laying here spent and trying to wrap my mind around that. As I lay there, he started to slowly work his way up my body with small kisses, getting to my chest he went for a nipple and nibbled on it for a few seconds also, causing me to shake and moan in pleasure. He continued upwards, across my nect and then planted a big kiss on my lips which I was powerless to resist and returned it just as passionately as he gave. My legs were still wide apart and as he was kissing me I could feel his big hard cock between my ass cheeks. It felt huge. It was right against my hole and I could feel the wetness of his precum slithering around me. His cock was pushing against the opening, trying to get in my ass, when I came to my senses. He was trying to fuck me. I pushed against his chest saying, "No, don't do that." He stopped and held still. I could feel his cock throbbing, but he stopped and pulled back. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I am so hard and horny and I need to release, too." I shook my head though as I was not ready for that. The bj was magnificent but all out gay sex? No way. He continued to just kind of rub his cock up and down my ass crack for a bit and then I felt his cock getting even harder and his breathing more erratic. Then I felt a lot of wetness between my cheeks and then on my legs as he pulled back a little and he was cumming like crazy. He moaned his pleasure and then clamped his lips on mine again and we kissed till he was fully spent all over me. He then raised his head up and looking me in the eyes said, "maybe another time, soon, I hope." Then he rolled off of me and pulled me to my side and again, kissed me deeply and we lay there kissing and cuddling for at least another hour. As we laid there making out, I thought, wow, this has been a crazy day. I was completely straight to start the day and then had been given the two best blow jobs of my life, by a guy, and he had cum all over my ass and legs. What did this mean? My hole was still on fire from his fingers, too, and it hurt but felt, good?, in some way too. I needed time to think about this. I noticed it had become dark out and looking at the clock noticed it was already after 9pm. Wow, where did the time go? I moved around to get up and Hank pulled me down for another kiss. I returned it but quickly and got up. I said, "hey, it is getting late. We better get up." He got up then and asked, "so, what are you going to do now?" I said, "I am kind of covered in cum down there, I had better go take a shower." He grinned at me and asked, "yeah, I have a lot on me too, mind if I join you?" I had no idea what to say but nodded ok and headed upstairs with Hank right behind me.

As a top I’m becoming very frustrated that bottoms send dick pics ,I’m not interested in your dick. its your ass I want to see , ideally with spread cheeks and a cum filled hole. For me that’s the biggest turn on and tells me your a slut , my first question if some one contacts me for a instant hook up is “got a load in you “ if so I’m round in a flash. i guess that’s why I like dark rooms , I can almost always find a freshly fucked a.

My partner and I did a long weekend down south to get away from the cold. We try to do this as often as possible in the winter. Stayed at a gay resort in FTL, clothing optional, with a nice pool and hot tub area. The weather was pretty decent while we were there, so the pool area was active most afternoons and evenings. There was a nice mix of guys in their 40s, 50s and 60s at the resort, and it appeared some men came in on a day pass. There’s no playroom at this place, but that doesn’t slow down the sexual energy. There’s plenty of friskiness to be enjoyed. Some guys are very friendly, while there are always a few who just keep to themselves. One afternoon they hosted a little happy hour out by the pool. Nothing fancy, but still a nice opportunity to have a few cocktails and chat with other guys. My partner Shane and I threw on our bathing suits and joined the milling crowd. I chatted with a couple guys from Texas and MInnesota who were spending a couple weeks down there. I also appreciated the bartender was a heavy pourer and I was starting to enjoy a little buzz. Shane was chatting it up with some guys near the hot tub. He looked hot standing there in his blue speedo, his ample cock filling out the front nicely. There were casuals pets and tugs happening around the happy hour as guys flirted with one another. About 45 minutes into the event, I noticed an older bearish guy, silver-white hair, husky, with a trim beard wearing an orange speedo come up behind Shane and start rubbing his shoulders. I recognized the guy as someone who had been around the pool last night, and had chatted with Shane and a few others. He was charismatic and humorous, as I remembered, though I couldn’t recall much about him. I grabbed another drink and joined another conversation. I noticed that the daddy continued rubbing Shane’s shoulders, but was now also slowly grinding against Shane’s ass. Shane for his part had stopped participating in the conversation near him, and was slipping into his non-verbal sexual state. His hands reached back and touched the silver-haired daddy who was methodically seducing him. He started grinding his ass back against the guy’s bulging speedo, which was no longer completely containing the hardon. Finally I saw the guy lean toward Shane’s ear, say something, and Shane silently nodded. They quickly disappeared through the foliage, and then I caught of glimpse of them making their way to the guest rooms. It looked like they may head to our room. I chatted a few minutes more as the bar was closing up for happy hour. Guys were discussing dinner plans. I took that opportunity to slip away and head toward our room. I listened at the door, and thought I heard noise inside — tough to always tell through these metal doors. I unlocked the door quietly and stepped inside quickly and silently so as not to disturb anything. There was an intense sexual energy in the room. Shane was already impaled on the guy’s cock, the bear laying on his back on the bed while Shane bucked and bounced on his thick meat. He was riding hard, grunting and breathing heavy as he took that cock. The bear pushed a bottle of poppers under Shane’s nose — “Take a good hit, boy. You’ll need it.” Shane’s face was a total cock lust — a look I’ve seen plenty of times. I knew he was totally captivated by this guy’s dick inside him, and was going to do whatever he told. The bear obviously figured that out, too. ”Ride it, boy. This is what you wanted. Daddy’s cock in your hole.” i started jerking off,tucked behind a screen off the side of the room where I wouldn’t be intrusive. I love watching Shane get fucked, and this promised to be a hot show. Shane leaned forward, bracing his arms against the bear’s chest. The guy started thrusting upward hard and deep, driving grunts and gasps out of his bottom boy. They fucked intensely for nearly 10 minutes as I watched. Then Shane slowed down and slid off. The cock that emerged from his ass was like a torpedo — no wonder he was making so much noise getting fucked! It looked to be 7 1/2-8 inches long, and was girthy all around the middle before tapering to a nice head that could penetrate the tightest hole. Shane collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto his back. The bear was up and kneeling in front of Shane. “Show me your hole.” Shane complied, raising his legs and spreading them to expose his hole. The bear positioned himself and plunged inside, driving a gasp from Shane. “That’s it boy. It’s supposed to hurt a little. You knew you wanted this cock down by the pool. Now take it.” The guy proceeded to fuck Shane senseless. He was pounding hard, his balls slapping against Shane’ ass — I could hear it across the room — using the younger man’s ass for his pleasure. I could almost feel what Shane was experiencing in his ass. The thick raw cock stretching his hole wide, filling him with each plunging thrust, feeling empty each time it pulled out, and desperate to have it inside him again. He was completely given over to the ecstasy being fucked, and anticipating what more was to come. “I’m gonna mark your ass, boy. That’s right. You’re gonna be bred.” Shane looked up excitedly, breathing heavy with his hot body spread wide open for the pounding he was taking. The bear was grunting, a deep, growling sound. “Oh, boy. You’re gonna be my cumdump. That’s what you wanted down by the pool. Wasn’t it?” Shane was beyond being able to speak — he just nodded excitedly, breathing heavy, and looking with total surrender at the guy using him. The bear pounded into him, his thrusts fast and powerful. He was going for the gold here. He let out a string of grunts, his body slamming hard into Shawn’s spread ass, holding it there for a second, and then thrusting again as he grunted. He was unleashing streams of cum inside Shane’s waiting ass. He gave a feel final thrusts, relishing the tight, warm hole he’d been using. Then he pulled out, shuffled up the bed to Shane head, “Clean off Daddy’s dick,” and he pushed his raw cock into Shane’s open mouth. “ That’s it. Clean every drop of cum off it. Taste your ass on my dick.” Shane moaned his agreement, never taking his mouth off the cock that had just bred him. “That’s it, boy. I knew you were a cum whore. That’s eat. Show me how much you loved Daddy’s cock.” The energy in the room was fading. Shane would not cum, and the bear had no further use for him at the moment. He’d seduce Shane again the next night, and take him to a friend’s room where they would both breed his hot ass. Shane would describe to me how they passed him back and forth, fucking his face and ass until they both filled him with their cum. This is one of the reasons I love staying at gay resorts and on gay cruises. If you enjoyed this story of our exploits, let me know with a message and/or an uprating. I’ll keep sharing so long as people are reading — and hopefully getting off to them.

I once went to grocery and liquor store on way home from bookstore. Both places I had some weird stares from folks, but as I was leaving the liquor store the middle aged cashier was visibly pissed and told me to "try looking in a damned mirror soon". I got to my truck in parking lot, and in the mirror I could see two distinct HUGE ropes of cum in my beard. One short rope on the side and one about 3" long right under my chin. Half dried but still visibly ropes of cum. I was embarrassed then, but by the time I got home I couldn't jerk off fast enough. I know my beard kept me from feeling the cum against my skin, but am wondering if anyone has had a similar experience?

Hey last night stopped by the adult video store. Was pretty much dead and after ten minutes of waiting decided to call it quits and head home, but then walked in a guy whom I blown before cute guy mood twenties possibly early thirties. Tight dark skinned body with a wonderful long uncut cock. We went into the booth I got down took him in my mouth and worshipped his dick until he came. I do hope one day he tops me mmmm.

never been fucked with a pa but want to try so badly

CHICAGO - Been a while, guys. Tonight I am in Chicago for work, by Midway airport. I took one anonymous load from a 32 year old married guy with a fat uncut cock. After he nutted in me he messaged me on Grindr letting me know he'd never barebacked a guy before and was asking all kinds of questions about how he performed. Haha, gotta love the newbies. Need I say that he nutted in me after fucking me for less than 60 seconds? I don't care, I got the load, that's all I cared about! To explain why I've been gone for a while from posting.... I've been dating/fucking a local guy back home that does porn. He's a bottom and every time I see him I put at least 2 loads in his ass. He posted a video of us fucking on his website but I can't share who it is at this point. But trust me, I enjoy breeding him very much and hope to get some good pics/videos to share with you guys soon! Happy Breeding!

Part 12 　 Deep in my mind I was wondering what I was doing, but my cock was hard from the memory of that earlier bj. I wanted that release again. It had been way too long since I had been laid and I know my cum needed release. I just kind of reasoned, there is nothing wrong with a good blow job. We entered my place and just went into the livingroom. Hank let loose of my hand then and took me by the shoulders and turned me around facing him. He then leaned forward and gently brought his mouth towards mine. He kissed me as his hand reached between us and and grabbed my cock through my shorts. I started to moan and his tongue immediately entered my mouth in a deep passionate kiss then. His hand rubbing my cock through the material of my shorts had me throbbing in no time and returning his kiss with almost as much passion as he was giving. Then he let loose of me and took ahold of my shorts and started to push them down. Just as soon as my cock popped out of them, he stopped and grabbed my cock again and stroked it easy and slowly. Then with his other hand he started to pull my tshirt up and then breaking the kiss momentarily he pulled it up and off of me and threw it on the floor. Then he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth and pulled my shorts the rest of the way down and I stepped out of them. He then stood up again and took his clothes off too and soon we were both naked. As soon as he got the last of his clothes off, he stepped to me again and his mouth found mine again for another kiss as he slowly pushed and guided my backwards until I felt the edge of my couch on the back of my legs. Very gently he pushed me down without breaking off the kiss until I was sitting on the couch and he was kneeling in front of me. His mouth then left mine as he started to kiss his way down, across my chin, to my neck and then to my chest. As he got to my chest he veered a little to the side and I felt his mouth engulf one of my nipples just as his hand started to stroke my cock again. He nibbled and even bit a little on my nipple and the feelings while his hand caressed my cock sent chills throughout my body. It felt amazing. Then he again started a downward trip of kisses across my stomach and then he bent my cock upwards more and his mouth took the head of my cock in. My back arched up clear off of the couch with that feeling. Then he pushed my legs apart and moved closer to me, still sucking on just the head of my cock. I closed my eyes and my head fell back. I could not move hardly from the wonderful sensations I was feeling. He then took ahold of my legs with his hands and raised them up and over his shoulders and pulled me even further down onto my back. His mouth never left the head of my cock and his tongue was swirling around it also. It was fantastic. Then, oh so slowly, his head started down and my cock disappeared into his mouth and then into his throat as he swallowed it all. I almost came unglued then. He was going ever so slowly up and down on my cock and running his tongue all over and around it. Then he pulled back off and my eyes opened wide from the loss of that pleasure and I looked down at him. He grinned and said, "I hope you are liking this, as it has just started and now you are going to get the full treatment I told you about before." After saying that, I watched as his head went down again and he licked my cock up and down. Then his mouth went lower and he took my balls in his mouth and sucked them as one of his hands stroked my cock. My back arched upwards, again, and my heels pushed on his back and raised my as off of the couch completely. He sucked my balls for just a minute or two and then, releasing them, his tongue kept going lower and his hands had grabbed me keeping my ass off of the couch. Then I felt his tongue on my hole, tickling it and then slowly it seemed to be trying to get in my so very tight hole. He kissed and licked and slobbered all over my hole and up and down the crack of my ass a little and I was being driven wild and was now starting to move my ass around with him and thrusting at his tongue every time it got to my hole. Then I could feel one of his fingers slightly probing at my hole, too. The moisture he had slobbered all over there made it just slick enough, I felt the tip of his finger start to enter me. I was frozen and couldn't move. The feeling was nothing I had ever felt before and it was magnificent. As his finger continued to circle around and around, opening my hole a little more at a time, his mouth then started back up towards my ball and then to the base of my cock. His tongue then licked its way up to the head and as it got there, his mouth opened up and he swallowed my cock to the base in one gulp. The feelings I was getting made me wild and I was thrusting up and down with every time his mouth was going up and down. I could feel every bump on his tongue and his finger entering my hole further and further, too. His finger then was probing around and around and I felt it hit my prostate at the same time as his mouth hit the base of my cock. I was impaled and thrashing around then. His mouth was going faster and faster on my cock and his finger was going in and out of my hole faster, also. I felt like I was losing my mind it was so wonderful. I was soon feeling the tingle that meant I was going to cum. I gasped to him, "I am going to cum soon." He went even faster then with his mouth and his finger. I felt the unmistakable feeling start as my cock got harder yet and then I yelled, "here it comes." I exploded my cum out of my balls, up my shaft and into his mouth. At the same time I felt something more, too, as his finger seemed to get bigger in my ass, but then I realized he had all at once rammed more into me. I thought I had cum a gallon by the time I was done. He was slowly licking my cock and easing his fingers in and out of my hole as I was coming down from the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I looked down at his smiling face then. He was watching me closely. He then asked, "was that as good as I told you?" I could hardly reply with, "It was more." He then asked how I liked his fingers and I could only nod yes. He then said, "I had to try it and just as you were cumming, I couldn't resist and rammed 4 of my fingers in you. I hope you liked them?" I was shocked speechless. 4 fingers in me?

My ass likes a Pounding, the harder the fuck the better, if my Ass is bloody afterward so be it. I'll be satisfied and so will my top just as long as his cum is dripping out my bloody hole!

Thanks everyone... your kind words are helpful and appreciated. They help my juices get flowing. Creative juices those are of course. ;-). ?

I dont often admit this, but I feel this is a place I may have like minded cocksuckers! I LOVE sucking dirty uncut cock. I love the foreskin pealing back, and being made to suck it CLEAN. I know most will find that gross, but I cant help it. I have one guy I suck off almost once a week now, hes uncut, and NEVER washes his cock, he says its my job to do that with my mouth.

I was working for one of those urban life magazines when my editor gave me an assignment that changed my life in so many ways. He wanted an article on the "new phenomenon" of bug chasing. Specifically, he wanted to tell our shrinking number of readers what would cause people do actively seek HIV infection. Even I knew that this was nothing new and had been going on for years. I could have asked why he didn't choose one of the gay guys on staff to write it, but I also knew the magazine was in financial trouble. Saving my job was a priority. So, I took the assignment without protest. My girlfriend was out of town on an extended work assignment eliminating the need to explain what I was going to be doing. So, I Googled bug chasing, found some background information and web sites which eventually led me to a club downtown called Positively Fourth Street. I assumed it was named for the old Bob Dylan song, but this place had nothing to do with Dylan. I began hanging out there trying to interview self described bug chasers. I spent the next few weeks chasing them, trying to get their stories. Frankly, most guys wouldn't talk to me, and the handful of guys who would didn't have anything to say that I hadn't read online. Plus I was wading through an incredible amount of bullshit from guys who only wanted to talk about being pozed and were no action. I had hoped to find someone who had gone through or was going through this experience who would tell me why and shed some insight on their hopes and fears. My plan was to feature one or two guys and tell their stories. However, I just couldn't find that connection. Then one night, I was sitting at the bar when this guy walked in. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. Frankly, he looked like a Greek God. To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I considered myself straight, but that kind of went out the window. Introducing ourselves, I learned his name was Eric. Desperate for a story to write, I blurted out my mission. Eric listened attentively and then told me he was not a chaser, but rather the opposite: he was an HIV positive top. He continued, telling me a lot of things including erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding, and not out of discomfort, but rather out of a desire to be share his experiences in some (perhaps) surreptitious manner. I did not want to see myself having sex with him, but, on the other hand, I had no doubt he was, in some degree, coming on to me. His HIV status, of course, gave me additional pause, but I knew the virus could not be transmitted through voyeurism. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue (perhaps enhanced by the alcohol we were downing) and he intimated he was could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his "massive viral load". As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they "helped prime a bottom's plumbing", which meant nothing to me at the time. He told me he was "pozzing" a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was tumescent at the thought of seeing watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. Some chances only come once in a lifetime, or so I temporized. It probably didn't hurt Eric's hand chanced brushed my crotch, and that when he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool, and Eric's crotch chanced to press against my thigh. In retrospect I think he might have been semi-erect - or was it wishful thinking on my part? In short, I accepted his offer and jotted down his address. The next day, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing is doorbell. Eric answered the door buck fucking naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a loosing battle. He was built like the proverbial shit house: a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick, uncut cock that never hung quite down, as did cocks in my (admittedly limited) experience, but it sort-of arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he bade me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the 'fuck-fest', to use his words. He disappeared back into another room. I sat down in front of a TV showing an all male porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had very physical sex. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. My dick did not return to its normal, flaccid state. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10, thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric's dick. What had I gotten myself into? Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally he said that it looked like his friend wasn't going to show. He told me that he was really horny (no kidding). He asked me, no, he told me to suck his cock. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there. I don't remember undressing, but I ended up naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock, balls and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: not only did his cock not loose any rigidity, but drops of pre-cum were sporadically oozing out of his cock head. His pre-cum was fascinating: slick, salty and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could literally feel myself being opened up. I knew what he intended, and so said 'no' to each of his several entreaties "hey, man, I've gotta slip my cock in your hole," but persistence and lust won out over logic, and, when he assured me he'd pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. To be sure, however, I told him there was no way i was going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on all 4s. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first - pain the likes of which I had (not surprisingly), never before experienced. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened-up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: was I going to piss myself or was I going to blow a load? I honestly didn't know, (and in some measure, didn't care), but I did know I now understood why so many guys loved anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an orgasm, but I heard (or didn't want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting-up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him "no mas" at the first sign he was going to cum in me. While all this was happening my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything I was experiencing, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time, perhaps twenty minutes or so, he said he had some things to tell me. He told me that he could stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. He said he could cum and not make a sound. Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. He told me he had already cum in me twice. Then he said "here cums the third load." Before I could react, Eric's right hand moved to my shoulder and pushed me face down into the mattress. His left arm tightened around my hips. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock seem to vibrate and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric collapsed on top of me, his semi-hard cock plugging my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me that my "friends at the bar" had hired him to do it. They told him that I wanted it. They said I'd make up some story about why I hung out in the bar, but that he should ignore it. I was surprised he would do this for money. He told me he was paid quite well. He called himself a 'poztitute'. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I needed time to get my head around all that had happened. I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. When I finally came out of the bathroom, the apartment was dark, and he was snoring. I thought about it for a bit, and finally slipped into bed with him. He later fucked me two more times, cumming multiple times. Early that morning I dressed and went home. When my girlfriend got back to town, I broke up with her. I told her I met someone else. I hated hurting her, but I just couldn't take the chance of infecting her. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I wrote the article about my experience as though I had interviewed someone else. It was the best thing I ever wrote, but the magazine went out of business before it was published. I work for a public relations firm now. I haven't had sex since all this happened, but I think I'm ready to get out there. There are some big-talking, no-action guys at a certain bar for whom I have certain gifts. Paybacks are a bitch.

Some guys really love the taste of cum, others like to get bred. When you bottom, which are you?

I had secretly fantasized about getting charged up. I'm a bareback bottom , love to get fucked, and having a guy breed my hole. The idea of having a hot guy fuck me and blow his dirty seed in all in my ass had inspired many spank marathons. I'm sure that I have taken a poz load before not knowing the status of whoever was fucking me or really even caring for that matter. I had never knowingly let a guy that was pozfuck me. One night I was cruising all the slut sites looking for other bareback guys to play with when this really hot guy messaged me. He said that he had read in my profile that I liked to go bare and that I was a btm. He told me that he was looking for a hole to use for the evening. That got my attention I had never been submissive and must admit it had been another fantasy of mine to completely give up control. He asked me if I was into pnp and I told him that I do party sometimes. We chatted a little while with the standard Q&A, u know how big, what position, where to cum. Then I asked poz/neg? He responded with poz. I told him that I was neg. To which he responded "u want to get a charged load n u tonight?" I was shocked and very turned on, I asked him if he fucked neg guys bareback. He told me he did all the time and that he even hosted several conversion partys. I wasn't familiar with the term, he explained that a conversion party was were a group of poz tops get together and breed a neg guy. The sole reason purpose was to spread dirty seed, and infect the neg btm. Before I could answer he asked me if I liked to pnp. I told him that I did, but I didn't have any party supplies. He said that if I wanted I could come over to his place and get ass fucked and get high. He asked me if I had ever slammed, I told him that I had been slammed before but I was terrified of needles. "I'm very good at slamming others" he returned. Should I go? The thought of getting slammed and pounded was so tempting but was I ready to take that step towards becoming poz? "I might ass well" I responded. He gave me directions and I was on my way. When I got to his house we sat and talked a while. He told me that he was going to enjoy planting his dirty seed in me, then asked me if I liked groups. I told him yes and he said good that he would get us slammed then have a few of his top buddies stop by and load my ass. He told me that I was going be a cum dump for him and his friends. I asked him if the guys were poz or neg he told me that they were poz. This made my dick begin to grow. He got the slam ready and did me first. When he released the belt on my arm I could feel the rush hit me instantly. Then came the cough. It was very strong. He did himself and sat down on the bed next to me. I started sucking his dick while I was taking off my clothes. He stood up bent me over the side of the bed, lubed my hole up with some elbow grease that was laying on the bed, and shoved his dick all the way in. Normally this would have brought tears to my eyes and a fist to his face, but it didn't even really hurt, I guess I was so high that I couldn't feel it. It wasn't long before he started to pound really hard and said he was about to cum. He stopped and pulled out and made me tell him that I wanted his seed. Which I told him. He managed to get his dick back inside me, and with a few hard thrust he unloaded in my hole. He walked out of the room and told me to stay put. When he returned he had a collar and some restraints, which he fastened on my wrist, ankles, and neck. Then I followed him into another room, it was a play room, with a sling, TV playing porn, fuck bench, some toys and lube and a computer set up with a web cam. He helped me into the sling and hooked the restraints to the chain supports. Then started to cruise the sex sites for tops to come and try out my hole. In no time 15 or 20 mins. there were three guys in line to blow their load in tight hole, and five more on the way. I realized that I had just came to this guy's house let him drop a charged load n me and now was going to be a cum dump for whoever accepted his invitation, and I hadn't even gotten my benefactor's name. He walked over to the sling and let me know that the web cam was on and I was going to be used all weekend. There must have been ten or more guys that had charged my ass with dirty seed before the slam started to fade away. He could tell that I was beginning to come down and he mixed up a booty bump and told me to get on the floor face down with my ass in the air, as he unlocked the restraints. Once I was on the floor he inserted the booty bump and told me to squeeze my ass tight so that the booty bump and all the spunk wouldn't drip out. As I started to feel my stomach cramp up from the booty bump he dressed me and told me that we were going to the baths and that I was going to take all loads. He rented one of the sling rooms and told me to get into the sling as he mixed up another booty bump. I secured the restraints myself, all but one arm. He came over secured the last arm and started to insert another booty bump. I told him that I was okay for now. To this he responded by placing a ball gag n my mouth and continued with my booty bump. It had only been about twenty minutes since the last one. Now I was so high that I couldn't focus or see straight. He began to fuck me again, telling my how sloppy my hole was and that when he had fucked me the first time that he had ripped me. He said that he knew because when he pulled out there was blood all over his dick. He said that was a good thing, it would make it easier to ensure that my neg status was gone for good. Then he told me that he had used a .4 needle for my slam and that when he slammed me, there was still a good bit of his poison blood in it, and now it was running thru my veins. He must have been fucking me for at least an hour, not that I was complaining. My ass was so hungry from the booty bumps that the only thing I could think about was getting more dick. He shot another death load in me then opened the door and walked away. It was a few mins before the first guy walked in and began to get his dick hard so that he could fuck me. He was a much older man probably 55 or 60 but he had a huge cock. He came after about five mins of fucking, wiped his dick off and left. I didn't realize that there was a group of four guys waiting, they took turns one after the other all loading my eager ass. A while later my friend returned, closed the door and mixed up a huge booty bump. He squeezed it into my hole and for good measure he pushed a large rock of meth up my ass with his finger. He massaged it until it was completely dissolved. Then he removed the ball gag and asked me how I was doing. I was so high I couldn't hardly answer but I managed to say that I was feeling a little dizzy and hot. He gave me a bottle of water and told me to drink it all as he unlocked the restraints. I drank the water and instantly began to feel better. He said that he had to leave to do something but that he would be back. Then he told me that he had left a message on the all the dry erase boards saying there was a "eager ass in the sling room taking all loads POZ IS A PLUS" as he left. I knew that I should probably get up and leave but the meth was starting to take effect. So I waited. It wasn't long before a line began to form, I eagerly took every load that was offered. I'm not sure how long I was there in the sling room or how many guys filled my hole with their juice. When I finally started to come down from the meth climbed out of the sling, put on my clothes, and left the bath house. I felt so trashy when I walked into the day light, like everyone knew what I had just done. Not to mention that there was a wet place on the ass of my jeans where some of the spunk had slipped out of my now opened hole. It has been a few months since that happened so I'm not sure what my status is but I did feel like I had the flu about 2 or 3 weeks after it happened. [For the record - be really careful about drug use guys. Drug use can definitely kill you and while a few can manage their drug use, many others can't and you never know which camp you'll be in... Plus, real sluts don't need drugs to be slutty...]

This is my first ever attempt at fiction, so please be kind, guys! Chapter One: Monday, part one. It started like any other Monday shift in a sauna. Quiet. We had three or four regulars milling about the place but that was about it. Boredom had struck. I grabbed the phone out of its cradle and slipped it into my pocket knowing it would only ring should a customer turn up. I closed the staff only door behind me and headed upstairs. It was time to do the rounds... SIGH! Oh, how rude of me! My name is Alex and I'm 23, short dark brown hair, deep brown eyes and I would say I am what probably gets categorized on dating apps as 'average' body build. My cock is nothing special, about seven inches, fairly thick and uncut. Anyway I reached the top of the stairs and pushed open the first door on the right. The grunts and moans of the porn playing echoed through the empty upstairs but there was no one in sight. I carried on and, in turning the corner, I walked straight into Rob knocking him backwards. His towel dropped and my face reddened. "I am so sorry Rob! I was just doing my rounds!" I stumbled over my words embarrassed that I'd made him drop his towel. "Don't sweat it, kid," came his husky reply, "pass me it back would you." I had known for some time that Rob had a thing for me but was never sure he was my type. Rob was about 40, a chubby hairy bear of a man. Now I should probably explain I am a slut and, as a slut, I either go without underwear or (at most) wear a jock to work in the hope that when my shift is done I can get a little action. Today, however, Rob had a different idea. Turning my back to him, I bent over to grab his fallen towel, and in so doing my loose shorts slowly slipped over my cheeks, the cool air alerting me to the fact my ass was now on show. Before, however, I could even reach around to pull the shorts back around my waist, I felt the soft nuzzle of Rob's warm cock head rub down my crack. "Rob, behave man!" I exclaimed. Rob, however, wasn't listening. In one thrust he was balls-deep bare in my ass. My lips parted and a single whimpering moan of pleasure was all that slipped out. To Be Continued.

Love to have a few drinks, ski a bit, then make-out and top/or bottom. Looking for a piggy bro to do this with now and then

Browsing through the display cabinets of pleasure toys there was nothing that caught my interest. The shop was in a seedier part of town, the owner, was late 40's a type of leather biker that you wouldn't want to meet in an alley on a dark night. He approached me and asked if I was looking for anything in particular. I looked at him and noticed the biohazard tattoo on both his arms before replying that I wanted something different. I lifted up my t-shirt sleeve to reveal my scorpion tattoo, he reached up and inspected it then looked at me again and asked what kind of something different was I expecting. I moved over to the display of PA's as he followed me and told him I was looking for a special PA. He motioned me to follow him, putting the closed sign up and locking the door we disappeared in to the back. He pulled went to the safe and pulled out a small tray of unusual types of PA. They all had the same experience except the gauges were different as were the size of the balls. I looked in amazement, after all,the tip I got to try this place had paid off. I picked one up and felt the smooth glide of the ring up to the 3 balls, 2 small ones that were part of the ring and the bigger, middle one, I rubbed the tip of my finger over it and immediately felt this was not the same, it had a very fine grating sensation. I looked at my finger and noticed the skin showed abrasion marks. The shop owner was smiling and said "It does the job, guaranteed 100%, one of a kind nowhere else makes them.". I handed over the cash and pulled down my pants and underwear, the shop owner picked up the plyers and removed my existing PA and inserted the new one. Tonight I would take it for a test drive. I decided to hit the sauna this evening so had a quick freshen up, I completely removed the temporary scorpion tattoo from my arm, I was not stupid enough to get a permanent one just yet. I stood in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom. At 24 years old I had been poz for 4 years, deciding against meds I had a pretty hefty viral load and knew it wouldn't be long before I had to start down the route of getting it under control. Contemplating my image I was okay, I could never score hot guys off the web but once they saw me in person I was like a dreamboat and magnet. At just under six foot, I had a very average build, dirty blond hair and blue eyes, a little muscle definition but I never worked out. My low hangers and 8 inch uncut cock was my crowning glory. In a country where mostly everyone was cut this is what set me out as a special find guys. I glanced closer in the mirror and smiled as I could just make out the three balls on my PA under the foreskin. Thinking to myself how one lucky guy was going to get to test drive this and get a ride they would never forget. The sauna was known as a place for safe sex was ideal for catching prey and converting them, plus I had age on my side. I moved between the sauna and steam room eyeing up the prey, I would pay particular attention to guys who demanded condoms. One caught my attention big time, he must have been 19 or 20, totally average and small build. Deliberately I bumped in to him after his minor scrap with a much older guy who wanted to fuck him. He swung round as I apologised for bumping him, he looked at me and said it was no problem and gave me smile. I noticed his eyes were darting up and down my body, contact made, I apologised and left the steam room. Over the next half an hour I stalked and made eye contact with him several times. The last time this happened I saw his reflection and noticed that he couldn't keep his eyes off me, the young lad had taken the bait and all I had to do was bide my time. I was very careful not to touch anyone, I moved quickly if someone attempted to touch me, this displayed to my prey that I was picky and not an easy slut. I did one last swoop by my prey without looking at him and headed to one of the private rest cubicles. Very low lighting and an acrid smell of poppers lingered in the air. I kept my towel tight around my waist. I couldn't have been in there for more than 3 minutes when my prey walked past, his eyes peering at me, but I made no move or acknowledgment. He walked by again, stopping as he did so, he looked at me and began to cross the threshold towards me. He asked if he could come in, again I made no impulse reaction and just replied "Sure.". He closed the door and put the latch down, my prey was now in my lair and there would be no going back for this cute little guy now. He approached me and started to kiss me on my neck and shoulders then looked up at me and told me didn't kiss guys on the mouth, suck cock or fuck without protection. His hand now stroking my cock, I laid back on the bench. Carefully every time he went towards the PA I would wriggle and move his hand away so that he never got to touch it and feel the middle balls destructive texture. He continued to kiss my body and nipples, I played my part to perfection and feigning very little interest, I could tell he was seeing this as a challenge. He pulled a condom out from his towel which I took and unravelled over my cock. His mouth slid down over my wrapped penis, he made no comment about the PA so I took this as good sign that the condom had masked the middle ball. I sat up as he dropped his towel and turned around rubbing his ass against my cock. Standing up I pushed the slut face down on the bench. I slowly moved my face towards his arse as he looked back over his should and began moaning. My tongue darted and flickered around his hole, I spat numerous times on his hole and tongued fucked it in to his arse. All the time he was letting out moans of pure pleasure, my tongue working up along his back I was ready to test drive how effective this PA would be. I leaned over his body my cock now rubbing his ass I asked him to be honest and tell me if he had any STD's or was poz, he shook his head as told me reassuringly he was absolutely clean. The head of my cock and PA prised his hole open as the spit made the entry slightly easier. His backed arched and head rose as he let out a moan, I pushed a couple of inches in to his slutty ass. "Oh fuck," he cried. I backed off and apologised, making it look like I was pulling out and ending it he looked over his shoulder "Don't stop." he pleaded. I pushed him hard up to edge of the bench so that there would be no give when I penetrated him this time. He bucked wildly and moaned in pleasure and agony as I gave him my entire cock. Balls deep in my prey I grabbed his neck with my arm and with my other hand I placed it firmly over his mouth to stifle any cries. His hands grabbed at my arms as his eyes opened wide at the force of my invasion. I began to slowly grind my hips against his ass, slowly his hands moved down my body and grasped my ass cheeks. I started thrusting my hips deeper in to him, his moans of pleasure escaping his covered mouth. I gave a couple of long thrust and felt the unmistakable sensation of the condom rolling down to the base of my cock. The middle ball had worked through the condom ripping it to shreds, now it was starting to do the same to the inside of the my preys ass lining. My movements became more rapid, he moaned louder as the abrading was giving him some discomfort causing his head to push up, I could tell he was feeling something he hadn't reckoned. I started to pant heavily next to his ear as I began fucking him harder to mask the pain he originally felt. His body relaxed again I moved my hand from his mouth and grabbed his forehead to secure him in position. "Oh shit, fuck me." he cried, I made several moans of pleasure, all the time I alternated between a grinding and thrusting motion for maximum effect. The intense pleasure I was feeling was making it difficult to hold back. I edged and abruptly stopped. Until the desire to orgasm dissipated, gradually replacing with gentle deep thrusts which he started to really enjoy. My hips locked deep against his ass I had him where I wanted him. His moans and pleasure for my cock caused an uncontrollable urge to take my prey. I felt my cock starting to swell, I used my legs to pin and lock his legs apart as the final moments began. He let out a shriek of excited pain as my hips gave a powerful crushing against his ass pinning him harder to the bench. Jolting I released my first load to toxic seed deep in his body as I moaned loudly. The second jolt was even deeper, the pain of my hips crushing his pelvis causing another cry from my prey as I ground the seed in to his now torn ass lining. I held him securely over the bench as my breeding contractions continued until the last remnants my toxic seed oozed in to his ass. He was shaking and panting heavily as I pulled my dick from his ass. The torn condom was as the base of my shaft, I inspected my PA which was coated in blood and cum. "Oh man, that was amazing." he said, I agreed and told him I needed to go and get rid of the condom. I grabbed my towel and left him sprawled across the bench. This new PA certainly did the trick and was also an excellent stealthing tool, no trickery was required and I was about to set on one hell of a stealthing spree.

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Part 6. Careless talk costs.... Our weekend dragged, I couldn’t find the words or right time to tell Steve what I’d been doing, knowingly taking anonymous loads and now known Poz cum up my ass, risking not only my health but his too and had to admit that I just cannot get enough Poz juice in my hole! We did talk about work however, probably the only time I was animated the whole weekend, how I was to mentor and train the bosses nephew and yet he has this huge personality and persona making me feel the lesser, subservient being. Steve tells me, “Well you’re dominant during sex, imagine you’re in bed with him, tell him he’s to do as you want, when you want. Conjure that image up and you’ll be fine.” If only he really knew! Come Monday morning I avoided Steve at breakfast and jumped from bed straight in the shower only to be surprised when he snuck up behind me wrapped his arms around my torso and ground his stiff dick in my ass crack. He giggled, “Marking my territory.” I couldn’t respond so remained still, which he took as a sign of acceptance by lovingly kissing my neck, tweaking my nipples and easing his cock to my hole. “Oh yeah baby, that feels so good when you open up to let slide right in.” I think to myself wishing I could say out loud, ‘Baby? I’m not your baby anymore and I’m not relaxing my sphincter and ass muscles to ‘let you in’ I’ve been fucked senseless leaving my abused hole gaping and an easy opening for your dick.’ I was silent as he tried to get off gently and lovingly fucking my slack love(less) canal, ten minutes of fucking went by and still no nut, the hot water ran out so I had to switch the shower off and still Steve persisted. One of his hands lowered to play with my cock which remained limp and uninterested. “Sorry still stressing about work, I just can’t do this” (Thinking to myself this is just too ordinary, no risk, no thrill of the chase and in no way of potential for getting knocked up) …he continued to pummel my ass as his strokes built up speed to finally reach his climax. “Arrrgh, ummmph, ahhh! There keep it in all day and you’ll have a part of me for support when you start training this Martin fellah. I’m out of the house in double quick time getting to work early only to be confronted by an even earlier Martin….. “Hi, Good weekend?” he enquired “Nah and before you ask no I didn’t tell Steve what I’ve been doing” I grumpily replied. “No worries, grab your laptop, Uncle wants us to trail his new ‘Agile Working’ project, you know working from home, I’ll drive, we’ll go to mine as I have a working space all set up ready and waiting.” En-route Martin got into fucking with my head saying stuff like, “Mate and We can get stuck in, together we are a slick operation, working towards a ‘Positive’ outcome”, it tripped off his tongue so easily I wasn’t sure if he was telling me about sex or work so, I sat there in silence. His/their house was a modernist all glass and white wash affair and minimal inside. Martin slung the car keys on the only table in the lounge and told me set up my laptop right there, then adding, “Aaron’s preparing our workspace, I’ll go check, in the meantime STRIP, I’m horny.” SOOOO sex was on his mind as I fire up my computer and lay my phone next to it then piece by piece step out of my cloths and I watch in awe as my cock begins lengthening, thickening and arcing upwards with each banging heartbeat, thump, thump, thump it goes that I fear my heart will burst through my chest and I tingle all over in anticipation. I jump as a fully clothed Aaron breaks my spell saying, “Your work station is ready for you now.” I’m led to a back room set up with a sling in the centre surrounded by glaringly bright lights that in contrast to the rest of the blacken out room blinds me sufficiently that I do not see the blinking red light of a camera already recording… “Jump in and get comfortable, you’re in for a bumpy ride mate!” I readily hop up and roll on to my back feeling the coolness of the leather sling instantly begin the warm against my naked skin, then both Martin and Aaron walk over and locked my wrists and ankles into the stirrups. As Aaron locks the last stirrup in place he flashes a mobile phone at me, I notice and blurt out “Wow, we have the same phone” A big goofy grin spreads across his face, replying “Oh really….” as he turns to a now naked Martin to avoid me seeing him wink as they swop positions and an already hard cock is pushed to my lips. It’s then that I see a freshly inked Biohazard tattoo between the root of his cock and navel with the skin still angry and red making the sign appear glowing and all the more dangerous and inviting. “Time to get to work, take it all, NOW, and get me harder with the back of your throat and nice sloppy blow job to get my toxic pre-cum flowing freely boy." As my eyes fix on the tattoo out of the corner I see Aaron zoom in with ‘his’ phone on me and what I’m looking at, automatically I eagerly open my mouth wide as Martin’s hard flesh disappears all the way down with my throat muscles dancing around his huge near 10 inch pole and without any chance to get used to his size he begins to rape my mouth. In a panic I try to remember to breathe as he pulls back then trying to relax my throat as he smashes back in with spit, phlegm and snot getting pumped out of my nose and mouth with each piston like thrust until he is balls deep with his heavy Poz cum laden balls resting on my chin. He momentarily rests as we both savor the satisfaction of our achievements. I can no longer see Aaron but do feel first his breath and then his fingers run around my freshly fucked hole, “Oh my we must have done a good job Friday coz his cunt is still open and puffy as I feel one sharp finger drill deep into my hole and then twists around in Steve’s cum, then another thicker finger enters me and together they work going in and out alternately. They then start a scissor like movement to open my rectum yet further until he’s satisfied with four fingers sucked in to stretch my sphincter in all directions. I truly feel like I’m in piggy heaven. “Ummm all slippery and wet” comment Aaron, “You been fucked before you got here?” Aaron yanks his fingers out and I gasp at the emptiness, “Yeah, it’s my husband’s cum” I admit. “Is it POZ cum?” “No I’m afraid not.” “Slut, that is all the lube you’re getting. Marty are you ready?” “YES!” is the reply as he fully pulls out of my mouth and takes the phone. “Jack, as Martin videos you just answer my questions, OK?” “Yes” escapes my lips before I even thought about a reply. “Who are you?” “My name is Jack” “Why are you here?” “To get converted by 2 sexy Poz tops” “Do you willingly wish to get Pozzed?” “Oh YES SIR, I really get off having risky sex” “I can see just by talking about getting knocked-up that cock of yours is pointing up rock hard and leaking. Is it always like this?” “No vanilla sex doesn’t do it for me anymore. I like it hard, rough and dangerous.” I admit looking up directly to the phone. One last question, “You are Negative?” I feel the hot heavy bluntness of his massive cock at the entrance of my exposed hole and in my heightened sexual state feel the sticky wetness of his toxic pre-cum ouze over my hole which puckers and twitch in expectation of what’s to come. “Yeah I’m Neg, but not for much longer!” BANG! The sling chains rattle as he pushes in balls deep, “Mmmmmmmm sloppy seconds in this cunt, ripe and ready for my radioactive recently checked 1 million viral load cum.” “Did you say you hadn’t told, err, Steven isn’t it that you’re a POZ cum hungry slut whose been going to the bus station toilet glory holes taking anonymous loads in both ends?” “Umm, yeah that’s err, right…..” panic now kicking in. “Why?” “You’re telling him NOW. Martin please hit send.” I watch in disbelief as it dawns on me that IT WAS MY PHONE as he scrolls down my contacts list….. “Yep, got it” I helplessly watch Martin’s finger tap the screen knowing in that instant my World has just imploded.

This is a true story, BTW

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Part 4, making the first rounds and learning about life's lessons, At the first stop Mr C said he would do the talking and I could watch from a couple feet back. I listened to his words and paid close attention to remember what he said. Once back in the truck he handed me a $5 bill. He said. ‘Here pup, given that I am the boss and a loader, not a load carrier, the first rule, load carriers always keep the tips for what you earned, the loaders earn a great wage for providing the best pies in town.” ‘Wow, it’s that easy’? I said ‘Sure is, just remember to give the customer what they want and know it is up to you to do what they want or ask. You do whatever it takes to make them right and happy and then we can always talk about it afterward, am I clear?’ ‘Oh yes Sir, thank you Mr. C., I appreciate you showing me the way. At the next stop, I made the delivery and he watched from a few steps back. This person gave me $10 since Mr C told her it was my first day and 18th birthday. At the third stop, I got out by myself. Went to the door. A woman answered. She had on a super mini skirt that both ass cheeks were hanging out the bottom and had on a tiny halter top that her rack was hanging out of and I am not sure how those strings kept those big girls up. I started to get hard and I think she was flirting with me. She asked if I wanted to come in for a ‘slice’ in airquotes. Wait, I think she was coming on to me? I wasn’t sure what to do, she was hot and the customer so I hated to say no. But this wasn’t the way I wanted to loose my virginity. I mean I didn’t even know here, or her values, or favorite color or food or anything. Fuck, what was I to do. Then against my growing bulge I felt those cards Mr. C had given me in case I got confused. I discretely tried to take them out. I asked myself ‘Should I ask for her number or go in for a minute? I looked at card #1 and it said, ‘sorry I have to get back to work, maybe another day when I see you again?’ so, I told her I couldn’t but she wrote her number on a $5 bill and slipped it into my pocket brushing against my dick. Getting back in the car I was quiet as I backed out of her driveway. ‘Well...?’ Mr C said. ‘What happened there Lukas, I see you used your cards.’ I explained to him what happened and what she said and I noticed him also rearranging himself. He said, ‘that’s always the first lesson Lukas, there are going to be a lot of women trying to get into your pants. These women are Piranhas. They will eat you alive if you let them have their way and then give you the clap. Yeah, Lukas, you don’t want the clap, that’s bad shit there. You will get to know a few nice ladies, and maybe, we can talk about it then. Ok? Fucking piranhas’. My eyes were huge and I listening intently to every word. ‘Thank you Mr C, I was tempted by the devils tongue, there.’ I felt my uncut dick retreating into its hood after that. We started to head back to the store for more loads and we were both quite, until I said. ‘Mr C can I ask you something?’ ‘Sure pup, anything’, he said. ‘Well, I wondered something. Is, umm.... is, well...., is a, well is pussy as amazing as they say it is? Some of my buddies are starting to score with some girls and they said it is like sliding your dick over soft velvet. Is it?’ ‘I won’t lie. Yes it is, but there are some things even better. The problem is you see, it is warm, moist and fertile area. Therefore women can carry STDs and bugs in there. You must be careful Lukas. The cool this, Guys don’t have these issues really. Do you ever buddy stroke with your buds?’ I was startled by the question, but appreciated I was learning good stuff,so I said, ‘Well no, one asked but I told him I am not gay. I got nothing against them, I just don’t roll that way. Well, I haven’t rolled anyway honestly.’ ‘So you are still a virgin’? ‘Yeah I play with myself, like with my nipples and Dick and I circle my hole with my finger, but that’s all.’ ‘You circle your hole with your finger? Why?’ He said ‘Well, like I was telling you and Jax, my nipples are very connected somehow to my hole. So sometimes I take the clear sticky stuff off my penis and circle it around my hole. Like I am lubing it up like I am practicing on a girls pussy. I figured the first time I don’t want to act like a rookie.’ By the look on his face, I said. ‘Why is that bad or wrong?’ ‘Oh god no, that is very common in some men. Some men have their nipples connected to their cock and others, like you have them connected a little lower....to their holes. Both are great and have their importance. I tell you Lukas, it is much safer to let other guys show you stuff prior to trying it out on a girl. All us guys are in this together. We have to watch list for each other, help them, it’s all in the code of brotherhood. When you are circling around your anus, does it feel good? ‘Oh yes’ I said, ‘ it feels awesome, all tingly and slippery. You should try it sometime’. ‘Oh interesting, sounds cool pup, maybe I will. But, Yeah’ he said, ‘its way way better and safer to practice on men. Plus no one can get pregnant’. We reentered the pizza place and I was just trying to digest all this information. I’m learning so much. What a lucky guy I am to have someone as awesome as Mr C helping me. I saw Jax and Mr. C give each other a high 5 and comment the cherry pie looks awesome and is going to be the best ever. Let’s get it cooling and off with our next loads. Part 5, the brown bottle and cherry pie (we are almost to the best parts)

I was doing some business travel this week, and had an unexpectedly HOT encounter the other night. The weather was crappy out with the big storms moving around the US. I wasn’t finding much on the apps, and Craigslist was looking lame. So, I posted an ad on BBRTS, which I’ve never done before, and offered “No holes barred.” I was drinking a bottle of wine I bought at the CVS to pass some time, and chatting with randoms that were quickly revealing themselves as sketchy, asking for pics but having none. I was gonna log off and do some work, but I was horned up. It was getting late when I got pinged on my ad. The guy was in his 50s, looked heavy in his pics, but a decent face. Salt and pepper hair. His cock shot was impressive, though, and held my attention. His profile had a lot of Ask Me’s — many more than I’d usually bother chatting with — but nothing better was coming along. He was driving home from work — probably a restaurant manager — and I said he could swing by. He asked if I had a jock or assess underwear, which I did — don’t travel without them. He showed up about 15 minutes later. Much taller than me, and overweight with a belly. I answered the door in my jock, and he wasn’t shy about feeling my ass as I lead him into the room. He was more aggressive than I expected. I hit my poppers as he whipped his cock out of black dress pants. It was more impressive in person — about 7 1/2 inches, slightly curved shaft, and a smooth bulbous head. He was already rock hard, so I squatted in front of him and started going to town. He undressed while I worked that cock, running my tongue up and down his balls, whiffing the musky scent after they’d been pent up all day. He held the back of my head and thrust a few times. ”Show me your hole.” I jumped on the bed, doggie style, and displayed my ass in the jockstrap. He ran his fingers across my ass, stopping to massage my hole. I heard the click of the silicon lube cap, and felt the cool liquid being roughly worked into my hole. I took two heavy hits of poppers, letting the warm rush wash over me. My ass suddenly became very hungry, and I thought I’d be settling in for some ass play. But he immediately pressed that bulbous cock head against my waiting hole, raw and slick, hitting the target on his first try. The wine and poppers mixed for the perfect storm, and he slid in with no resistance. I felt my hole stretch around the head, and the friction as his raw shaft glided across my sphincter. He went into a full-on fuck without hesitating, and I was groaning before I realized it. Fuck, that cock felt so good. I started flexing my own ass muscles in rhythm to his plunging thrusts, working the pressure around his cock. He groaned. He fucked my ass without ever asking how it felt or how I was doing. None of the typical “You like that dick in your ass?” No, he was taking his pleasure and using my ass. At one point he flipped me onto my back, and immediately plunged back inside. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide, staring down at his own cock working my hole. I didn’t necessarily care to look at him other than quick head tilts to remind myself I was being pounded by this overweight dude — instead I stretched back on the bed and reveled in that big cock. He started slamming me, the sound of his flesh smacking against my raw ass. I grunted and moaned more. His breathing really labored and I felt droplets of sweat falling on me. His cock was filling my ass, each thrust driving a small grunt from me. He suddenly started making his own grunting noises, short and fast, and he pounded me a bit harder. He unleashed his load without ever asking or saying a word. He kept thrusting, and I used my ass muscles to milk his load from that hot cock. He trembled a bit, leaning his weight against my legs, and I braved them against his chest. He didn’t seem to want to pull out, and I was lazily laying there still enjoying the feeling of his thick cock stretching my hole and filling me. After a minute he pulled out, and I felt the long glide of that shaft, followed by the pop of the head as my ass still clenched it. He didnt say anything as he dressed, still catching his breath. I stood up as he finished, to walk him to the door. He felt my ass, running fingers to my hole. “Hot hole,” he said, fingering his own cum around the rim of my hole. With that he left. I don’t know his name or anything about him, but his load was deep inside me.

This is my first time writing any story, so please excuse me if it is shit. Story told from a first person perspective, who is called Nathan, a 25 year old clean cut guy who is about to embark on a sleazy journey. References to drugs and stealthing may occur, read at your own discretion. Please let me know what you think, points for improvement and any ideas y'all might have. Enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 1- The News It was a pretty uneventful Friday work day. Come to think of it, it has been a pretty uneventful two weeks. I have been recovering from a crazy weekend two weeks ago, where I went for a grindr hookup, Matt was his name I think? At least that’s what I have him saved as on my phone; we haven’t spoken since that weekend. Then again, there is not much to say, since he just spent the whole weekend fucking me. I consider myself a pretty versatile guy, but there was just something about how he wanted to cum in me again and again and that made me give in. The fact that he was well hung might have helped my decision too. But I paid for it afterwards, my ass was sore and bleeding for two days afterwards. To wake me up from my daydream of remembering how hot the sex was, my phone started ringing in the silent office. Embarrassed, I ran out of the office with my phone and head into the nearest room I could find. Recognizing the number calling is the sexual health clinic, my palm started sweating, and my heartbeat rose.’ Fuck, not another course of antibiotics again.’, I thought. After verifying my details, I was bracing for the results, but should be okay, There has only been two guys who I had bareback sex with since my last test. I would feel guilty afterwards for having bareback sex. But every time a guy who wants to top me bareback, I would let them because it just feels so good getting fucked without a condom and I love the feeling of a guy unloading in me. ‘Nathan, one of your tests came back positive, and it is the HIV antibody test.’ The lady said. ‘What? FUCK. Are you sure? I…I can’t…it doesn’t make sense.’ ‘I am sorry about this news, but from the viral load test we can see that it is a recent infection, but we are going to have to do another tests for you with this result, I have an appointment this afternoon if you are available?’ ‘Yes, when? And how accurate was that test? It can be a faulty one right?. ‘It could be yes, but the tests are pretty accurate now, so I don’t think that the result could be faulty? I have an appointment in half an hour so half 2? Any questions that you have can wait until the appointment.’ ‘Okay yes, I can do that yeah, yeah ok’ Hanging up, my hand shaking, numb. Positive? How? FUCK, WHO WAS THE GUY? It must be Matt, it must be. I knew I shouldn’t have let him fuck me bareback, and so many times! Of course I was going to get it if he was fucking me the whole weekend. My head racing, thinking about Matt fucking me suddenly I can feel my dick getting hard. Jesus, with this news and what he did to me, I am still getting horny?! Trying to not think about that weekend but with no luck, my dick is now rock solid. ‘There is no way I could go back into the office like this,’ I thought, ‘Maybe a quick tug, then off to the clinic.’ Exiting the room and making a quick dash to the toilets, lock myself into a cubicle, undid my trousers and sat down. Phone in hand, my dick still hard, logged into my tumblr for porn. With an affinity to bareback porn, I started my search for it and whilst I was scrolling, one caption caught my eye. ‘Verbal poz fucking’, I stopped scrolling and clicked on it, the nice start to the video, this bottom getting pounded bareback by the top, then the verbal started ‘fuck me with that poz dick, infect me, gimme that AIDs, that’s what I need…shoot that poz cum in me!’. With that, my whole body shook and I came into my hand, barely able to contain all of it. ‘Fuck, why did I find that so hot?! I shot such a big load.’. Not giving it much thought, as I am becoming aware the lack of time I had to head to the clinic, I cleaned up, went back to the office, collected my stuff and headed out. To be continued...

Part 2. At 4:29 I was standing outside Mr. C’s House and pushed the door bell. He answered the door in a robe and was toweling off his hair, gesturing for me to enter, as he commented "I'm running a little late 'cause I had to get you set-up for your first day on the job." Entering the house, it occurred to me I had never before actually been in his place. It was beautiful and immaculate, somewhat reminding me of the sort of house that would be featured on HGTV during the final reveal. "Make yourself at home, I've gotta get dressed," Mr C. remarked as he entered the hallway, removing the robe off his shoulders about half way down the hallway. I was stunned by the sight of his back, and remember hoping that, when I reached his age, I would look half as good as did he. "Hey, Pup, come on in here so we can chat." Complying, I entered his bedroom to find him pulling his jeans up over his black jock. "Would you grab me a t-shirt from the closet?" he asked. Entering his walk-in closet, which was, I thought, bigger than my bedroom, I easily found a impeccably folded stack of C’s Pizza t-shirts. Handing it to Mr. C., I stood mesmerized by the sight of him pulling it over his massive frame, in the process slowly covering his furry chest and his acorn-sized nipples. Then Mr. C. dressed in a fresh-from-the-cleaner baby blue button down shirt, wearing it over the t-shirt. "You ready for your big night?" Mr. C. asked as we walked back into the living room. "Gosh, Mr C., this has been the best day ever. I sure am. I'm probably a little nervous and also a little excited. This is gonna be great." He tousled my hair as, with a casual smile he commented "I'll try and make sure it’s a great night too." "Oh, Pup, do me a favor - across from my room is a door to the downstairs rec room. Would you please go down there for me. Ignore the mess, but go the walk-in closet in the back left corner. In the closet you'll find a refrigerator. Open the freezer door to the fridge and there are several rows of little brown glass bottles. Grab two from the top shelf, not one of the lower shelves, but top shelf. The correct bottles will still be sealed. Got it?" "Yes Sir. Two sealed little brown bottles from the top shelf of the freezer. Got it." "Oh wait, Pup. It might be super busy tonight, so bring three. And also in the fridge there are some big blue diamond shaped pills. Grab three, no, wait - grab five of them. Oh, and lastly there are some cylinder shaped spray cans labeled 'Jungle Juice'. Grab five of those." "You got it Mr C." I responded as I opened the door, flicked on the light, and descended the staircase. The room was pretty dark as the curtains were pulled shut. Several cabinets lined the walls and several mirrors and TVs were mounted to the walls, and one mirror was even anchored to the ceiling. The closet Mr. C. had mentioned was in the back of the room, so, heading in that direction, but before my eyes could acclimate to the darkness, I bumped into a large black leather hammock hanging from the ceiling by thick black rubber coated chains. 'Oh, now I get it, he must lay in here and watch tv', I thought. Opening the closet door, I flicked-on the light, which oddly enough was red in color. I made a mental note to mention the bad light bulb to Mr. C. The fridge was just where he had said it would be, and, opening the freezer I was a little confused because the top shelf actually had several plastic containers filled with something frozen but looked like frozen milk or mashed potatoes through the plastic container. Some, a few were labeled ’Grade A’, one labeled 'Very Viral', another, 'Jax Juice', and yet another '55 loads from the G hole'. All manner of strange notations. 'Those aren’t what I need', I whispered to myself. Under that shelf, however, were the rows and rows of little brown bottles Mr. C mentioned. I took three and then opened the refrigerator side and saw the bowl filled with blue diamond shaped pills. I counted out five, or was it six? Man, I wished I were better at remembering math. I took six - just to be sure. The spray cans Mr. C. wanted were also there: Bolt, Max Impact, Amsterdam, Jungle Juice. So I grabbed the five he wanted. In a final glance before extinguishing the light I gave a cursory look about the closet, finding it to be filled with an awesome collection of leather coats and pants, with a dozen pair of black boots, all expertly polished, in all heights and various sizes, standing in a perfect line at the back of the closet. As I turned out the light and closed the door it crossed my mind that it was funny Mr. C. should own so many boots as I didn't remember that I had ever seeing him riding a motorcycle, let alone that there was a motorcycle in the garage. I came back to the kitchen just as I heard Mr. C. Finish up a phone conversation in which he said "Yes, absolutely sure. 100% - no 200%. Pure cherry. Yes, yes, it will be very.... well....delicious and tasty." He quickly hung up and asked if I got the order right. I handed him the three frozen bottles and six pills, commenting I couldn't quite remember if he had asked for five or six. "Good call, Pup. That’s an excellent customer service lesson. If you can’t remember, always give your customer a little more ....rather than short him. Another vitamin or two will never hurt a boy," Mr. C. commented as he packed the frozen bottles and six pills into a small cooler. Then handing him the six spray cans, he gave me a smile and said "Okay, let's go. We don’t want you late on the first day." As we got into his truck and backed out of the garage, I turned to him and asked "Do you have a motorcycle?’" ‘‘No, I used to, but those are too dangerous around here, so I got rid of it. Why do you ask?" "Well, I noticed all your leather outfits and boots and figured you must really like 'cycles, but then I didn’t remember ever seeing you riding one." "Oh those. You saw and wondered about those... huh,.... Well, no, I don’t ride a cycle anymore, but I do really REALLY enjoy riding and working on some some really amazing mares when I have time." "Oh sweet! Do you think I join you sometime?" He got very serious, looked at me, and answered "Pup, I have been waiting for you to be old enough for many years, so yes, you will join me. I have wanted to take you for a ride for a very long time. There are so many things we can do now." Rustling my blond head again and very gently rubbing his hand behind my ear and looking deeply into my eyes he asked "Did you tell your mother about you having a job?" ’No, she didn’t seem to care and had already started her daily visit into the whiskey bottle. Plus you said we were going to your location on Front street? My dad and she always said that is a bad part of town where all the whores and homos play with the devil's hand. I didn’t want her to do anything to try and screw this up for me, Mr C." "That’s totally fine, Pup. You are your own boss and man now." ‘"Well I guess I am my own man I guess, but you are now my boss, huh Mr. C?" "Don’t forget that, Pup. Amazing things are in your future, son." I smiled as he put the truck into park when we pulled in behind the pizza place and looked at him. It was nice to hear someone think of me as his son. "Let’s go get you punched in and ready for work." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Coming soon: trying to get into my uniform and making some deliveries

I started raw from the beginning, before we even had a name for it, I guess. I also had penpals who sent me cumfilled condoms in the mail, and also underwear stained with cum, which really turned me on to wear. I discovered fast that using condoms was a turn off. So I never looked back.

Been parTying for several days now and fucking bareback the whole time! Gonna keep it going for a bit longer as well! I fucking -LOVE- chemsex!!!

If he really said "very unlikely to happen" he's admitting that there is a risk as a top, so that's something. But, the "very unlikely" part is probably being too generous. The risk is lower as a top, but not impossible. And, as you have said, his being uncut will add to the risk. As others have said, you may not get him to change his mind during the course of a conversation with him, but having a conversation at all is a good starting point. It may not be wise to "hit him over the head" with a bunch of stuff (factual articles you may find online to send him and such), but if it ever comes up again you might want to have something to show him. It's up to him what he wants to do and the level of uncertainty he's comfortable with. It would be unfortunate if he is infected with HIV (and any other STI's out there) and doesn't find out until it progresses to a critical point of sickness, not to mention the fact that he would be spreading things like crazy if he really is having so much anon sex every week. That's not good for our communities (the gay/bi community, the barebacking community, the sex-positive community), despite what some of the bug-chasers and spreaders on this site may say. Sometimes I think we all still need to see that poster/diagram they have in testing clinics that show how having multiple partners spreads diseases like wildfire. Bottom-line: ALL of us are susceptible to STI's/HIV, especially when we bareback, and being a strict top doesn't necessarily make it any less of an issue. (just think of all the other things he has probably been exposed to - gono/chlamydia, syphilis, herpes. Is he getting tested for those?)

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

One thing I like about this kind of man is they never clean their cocks or asses too well, and frequently don't shower too much.

I was at Slammers in LA a couple months ago. After sticking my cock through the gloryholes a little and getting my cock hard, I made my way to the dark room. It was pretty crowded and hot and sweaty, with quite a bit of action going on around me. Needing some hole, I made way over to the fuck bench, where there were two bottoms ass up, both getting fucked. When the top fucking the guy on the left came, I moved over and took his place, stick my hard dick inside the bottom. I could tell his hole was FULL of cum. It squirted out around my cock and coated my dick as I pounded him. After a couple minutes of fucking, the top fucking the guy on the right shot a load, pulled out, and left. Since no one immediately moved over to take his place, I pulled out of the guy I was fucking and stuck my cock in the other bottom. He was also really full of cum. After a minute or two, I decided to switch back to the other bottom. As soon as I pulled out of the bottom on the right and entered the bottom on the left, a guy who had been watching came over and felched the bottom I had just pulled out of. I could hear and see and smell that the guy then pushed out a bunch of cum into the felcher's mouth. The felcher moaned in appreciation. He then stood up and suddenly kissed me, spilling the mouthful of cum that he had just received into my mouth. I swallowed, but some dribbled down my neck and chest. The felcher then knelt down and started licking my cock as it went in and out of the bottom I was fucking. I pulled out for a minute and he started felching the bottom -- who right then pushed out a huge load of cum into the felcher's mouth. And you guessed it -- the felcher stood up and kissed me, swapping another mouth load of cum into my mouth. This load was even bigger than the other and the felcher and I were soon coated in cum, sweat, spit, ass juice and lube as we made out. By this time, I was done and thrust back deep into the bottom and shot my load. I pulled out and the felcher and BOTH bottoms cleaned my cock with their tongues. By this point, there was a big crowd watching, and the bottoms returned to their positions to take more loads. The felcher and I left the dark room. I ended up bringing him back to my hotel, and I fucked him all night. He told me that he couldn't believe how much cum each of the bottoms had in his ass, but he loved knowing that it was multiple loads from multiple tops, all churned together in their rectums, pushed into his mouth, transferred to my mouth, and finally coming to rest in my stomach. So nasty. So hot. So slutty.

I want you, love the belly and the moobs