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Sitting at home I was pretty bored one evening and being a horny 24 year old I decided to hit the gay chat rooms to see what was about. I flitted around from room to room, now I didn't actively engage in bareback sex but I had dabbled once or twice with guys I knew, I clicked on the barebacksex room and looked at the profiles of the men. One in particular struck me 'BigChris', as his profile opened I had a good look through. He was 36, six feet 10 inches, rugby build, extra large uncut, bareback only. The pictures posted of him in jeans with his cock hanging out and unmistakable tattoos on his arms gave me an immediate erection. At only five feet seven inches with average build, brown cropped hair, and okay looking I thought to myself he is way out of my league. Anyway I opened a chat window and sent a message "Great profile." then closed the window and continued browsing. He was also stated at being in east London and I was south east so quite a journey to get from one side to the other, believing that would that. No more that a couple of minutes had passed when window opened from BigChris. Him: "Thanks, what are you into?" Me: "Hi, usual stuff, kissing, sucking and fucking. And you?" Him: "Kissing, fucking, top only, never bottom." Me: "Do you only go bareback?" Him: "Yup, I plough and plant." Me: "Okay, interesting but I am neg." Him: "Poz here and I don't pull out for no one." Me: "That's pretty hot, but probably not for me, but thank you." Him: "Always happy to plant my seed in you if you change your mind. Bye" My cock felt like it was going to explode as I sat in the chair looking at our chat window and jacked off furiously until I shot my load. Well that was exhausting I thought to myself and headed off to bed. I had never considered myself a chaser of poz seed but it got me so aroused thinking about it. Around six months later I decided to flat share with a mate and we got a place just outside Greenwich in south east London. A few weeks after moving in I went on-line and updated my profile location, I then started to check out the local talent around this area. About 5 minutes in a chat window opened from BigChris, I was shocked that he even remembered me and our conversation. Him: "Hello, how are you?" Me: "Hi, I am good thanks, how are you?" Him: "Good. I see you moved to near Greenwich." Me: "Yes, about 10 minute walk away." Him: "Great, I am in Greenwich, would still love to meet you." Me: "I could do daytime at the weekend." Him: "No, I like late evening meets, I only like to cum once a day that way I make sure theres plenty of seed to plant." Me: "You tease, lol" Him: "Come over tonight." Me: "Okay, but let's see how we get on before anything happens." Against my better judgment I had just agreed to meet a poz guy with the possibility of engaging in bareback sex. But lust had taken over and I headed off and found myself walking towards his block of flats. Standing outside the door I contemplated if I should really do this, but my hand had already knocked on the door and I stood waiting. The door opened and and there he stood tall and well built his body almost completely framing the door way as he invited me in. I crossed over the threshold, he had a t-shirt and boxers on and I could see what lay beneath the fabric. We made small talk and sat on the sofa, he arm went around my neck pulling me in towards him as he kissed me tenderly on the mouth. I placed my hand under his t-shirt and stroked his chest, his mouth opened forcing mine to open in unison as his tongue sought mine. We kissed for several minutes then his hand began pushing my head down towards his crotch, my face buried I could feel the stirring to life of his cock. I moved his boxers down to reveal a beautifully formed long thick cock and ample balls, I took the cock in my mouth and began teasing the foreskin as he moaned, leaning his head back against the sofa. Slowly taking more of his shaft into my mouth, I made it a point to apply enough pressure to pull the foreskin back revealing the head. My tongue and lips caressed, licked and sucked gently at the steadily hardening shaft. Pulling himself and me to our feet, he took my head into his massive hands, kissed, and guided me towards the bedroom. His body and power was overwhelming as he stripped me naked and pushed me on to the bed. In no time he removed what clothes he had on and was laying next to me. His face was over mine as he kissed me deeper and with more urgency. I felt my legs wriggling with arousal, my toes curled, and my cock was at boiling point. Through his seemingly endless kisses, my mouth was beginning to fill with his saliva as his free hand was playing with my ass making circling motions around my hole. I let out sigh after sigh at the intense pleasure I was feeling. Slowly he knelt up and flipped me on to my stomach then pulled me up on all fours. I felt him move around behind me. I hear a click and felt a cooling gel being liberally applied to my hole. I gasped and waited holding my breath. Slowly I felt the head of his cock nudging away at my hole very gently. A moan of delight escaped my lips as I felt my ass opening as he pushed his cock in my ass. There was certainly pain, but there was also excitement and comfort from the sensation of his beautiful cock head being buried in my ass. His hands clasped like vices around my hips as he began the long journey of pushing his shaft in, all the way to his balls. It seemed to take an age and every inch caused my head to snap back and moan, my legs shuddered with every stroke that filled my ass. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable, he wriggled his hips and gave one last push and I yelped in pain and felt his balls tapping at my ass. He stayed there for a moment and began slow deep thrusts hardly take his cock out but making sure I felt that he was fully inside my body. He leaned over the top of me and placed his arms either side of mine, still balls deep in me he began to slowly grind his hips against my ass. The sensation was incredible. Involuntarily I shouted "Oh fuck!" Whispering in my ear, he reminded me "I'm gonna plough you and plant my poz seed deep inside, there is no going back now." Reality snapped back and I decided this was not such a good thing. As I opened my mouth to speak his left arm disappeared from view as I felt it tighten around my waist locking me in to position. He laughed as he sensed I had second thoughts and said "A little security to make sure you don't try to slide off when I start planting my seed." His thrusts began to get harder and faster, my moaning and gasping aroused him even more. My body was immobilised and I knew I would not be escaping this. I began to relax and started enjoying the fucking my ass was getting, urging him to go harder. Suddenly he grunted, his hips locked up tight against me. His cock gave an almighty pulse as I felt the warm liquid shoot in to my ass "Fuck" I screamed, another pulse of liquid planting deep inside me. I was in heaven as he continued releasing seed and planting it deep. As he relaxed he collapsed on top of me pinning my body on the bed, I pulled my ass cheeks wider and he gladly obliged and pushed his cock in even further. His cock still buried inside he rolled me on to my side with the arm that had held me in position, pulling me close up to him, his other arm went across my chest. It was obvious I was not going anywhere soon, so I relaxed and fell asleep. We woke in the morning still in the same position and I felt his cock was still where he left it. He kissed me on the neck as he slowly extracted his cock from my ass. I was still in a little shock at how much of a slut I had been. Still, I rose and dressed as I need to head home, shower and get to work. As he opened the door he commented "We will be doing this again."

Part 34 　 I woke up a few hours later and looking at the clock I found it to be nearly noon. I was still a little groggy when it dawned on me that there was someone else in bed with me. Looking over my shoulder, I found the stripper, Randy, laying behind me with one arm over me and up against me. His cock was semi-hard and in the crack of my ass. I was surprised at how nice that felt. As I was looking, his eyes opened and he yawned and then smiled and said, "good morning. How are you doing today?" I said, "I feel a lot more refreshed now and a little more relieved, I guess." He kind of hugged me tighter and as he did I felt his cock twitch in my crack and it caused me to gasp a little. He said, "we better get up or I'm going to start getting ideas," and laughed a little. I grinned and said, "yeah, I bet I know what those ideas would be about, too, and probably have to do with my sore ass, I bet." We both laughed then. He then pulled away and we both got out of bed. I couldn't help but look at that massive piece of meat of his hanging between his legs and marveled at how the hell it had felt in my hole. We padded downstairs naked as neither wanted to get dressed, me for sure and him because his clothes weren't here anyway. We entered the kitchen and I started making coffee. As we waited, I opened the back door to find Hank and Tom and the new guy I had spoken to last night outside already on the picnice table. We stopped and watched as Hank was fucking the guy, while Tom was getting a BJ from him. Apparently, the party was still going on, yet. I decided to stay inside, but Randy went out and over to the table. Looked like he was going to get a little more action. I still needed to take time to try and think things through. I left the door open though and went and sat down to wait for the coffee to get done. I had to figure out why, after finding out I was being loaded with AIDS cum in my ass, I had kept doing it. I now had at least 7 loads up my hole and was almost craving more. It was blowing my mind and I had to decide what to do soon? The coffee done, I got up and poured myself a cup, then went to the door to see if anyone was freed up and might want a cup. As I got there, I saw that Tom had finished and was sitting on the seat now and Randy had his giant hunk of meat in the guy and fucking him hard. Hank was no in sight, so I decided he must have went back into his place. I decided if they wanted coffee they could come to the door themselves. Wow, it was really hard to believe that Hank had become the new owner of this duplex, moved into the other side of me, found out he was gay, I had been totally straight, and then had been drawn into a gay 'relationship' with him and went to his party and ended up with 7 loads of pozitive cum in my ass, and all this in less than a month. What a crazy month this had been and now I had to figure out where I was going from here. Did I just join in more for the weekend and I had to admit that while I was playing it felt marvelous, or stop now? Then there was also the virus to deal with. Did I just say the hell with it and see if it took or get my ass to the doctor and get that PEP stuff they had told me about? Plus, am I now gay, or bi or what? A lot to think about for sure. I went back and got another cup of coffee and went to the livingroom to sit on the sofa and try to think. As I was sitting there, I became aware that I wasn't alone. I looked up to see Hank standing there watching me. He said, "your door was open, so I helped myself to a cup of coffee and came on in to see what you were up to. You looked mighty serious there." I also, noticed he had a hell of a hardon, too. Did he always have that huge thing around making it hard for me to think of anything else? As he walked across the room towards me, I could not take my eyes off of his cock as it bobbed and swayed as he walked. I licked my lips and couldn't seem to help myself as he got next to me and I reached up and took ahold of it. Why could I not resist when I saw it? I pulled it towards me as I leaned forward and opened my mouth and swallowed it in. The precum was already flowing and was so sweet. I sucked and lapped it down like a starving person. I wanted more and his cock grew to full hardness and was into my throat. His hands went to my head and held me as he fucked my mouth slow and hard. He did this for a good 5 or 6 minutes and then was pushing me back and around on the couch. I found myself being pushed down till I was on my back and he had brought himself on top of me. Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and replaced it with his lips on mine and his tongue deep into my mouth. He moved downward and was between my legs and lifting them up and apart. I felt his hardness at my hole and then it was probing into me. I gasped with the feeling as it went in and in and bottomed out and his balls hit my ass. Then he started to fuck me, again. I could not resist and was pushing my ass back at him on every in stroke trying to get him as deep inside me as possible. The feelings invaded my very being and I was helpless to resist. I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my hole. He pounded with, almost, a fury. Every stroke eliciting and moan of pleasure from deep within me. Then I felt his cock expand more yet and then the feeling I wanted. I felt his cock throb and throb, filling my hole with his toxic cum and I felt my own cock erupt at the same time. Time seemed to halt and go on and on. Then we were done and laying caressing each other in the afterglow.

PART 3 We had taken a few steps down the hall when I realized I didn’t have my towel. He told me to just show off and let the guys see how hot I was. Normally, I would have been much more shy, but I was on a high from getting fucked. I don’t think we went more than twenty feet before we ran into someone my new friend knew. “Ron, glad I ran into you. I hope you haven’t cum yet tonight. I’d like you to meet my new friend Chris. Chris is here for the first time and also just took his first load.” Now, he looked at me. “Chris, you want to get fucked again don’t you?” I was embarrassed, but nodded. “Ron is hot, isn’t he”, he added. I nodded again. “Ron, what do you think of my new young friend? Is he fuckable?” Ron looked me up and down. “Chris, do you wanna go back to my room and we can become friends too? I think I got something you’ll like,” he said, and then dropped his towel open. He wasn’t hard yet, but it was obvious he had a big cut cock and massive shaved balls. I looked to my breeder for approval and he gave me a soft look and said “Chris, I’ll be here all night and you come back and find me before you leave. And if anyone gives you any trouble, you find me. And have fun. And do whatever feels good. Feed that hole. I know it’s hungry. Give in.” And then he leaned in and gave me a kiss and a swat on my butt and turned back. Ron grabbed my hand and led me to his room. I was 18, naked with a man twice my age leading me down to a tiny room, where he was going to fuck me. And I was nervous about being inexperienced and what he would be like and I was also super excited because he already knew I wanted to get fucked and that I had let his friend shoot his cum into me. And Ron was hot. He turned out to be 42. He was a little taller than me at 6 feet and thin, but not skinny. He was starting to lose his hair, but I thought that was hot too. Even soft his cock had looked big, with a nice cut mushroom head. But if his cock had looked Big, his balls had looked giant. As we entered his room and he shut the door behind us, I wondered, with hope, that maybe those huge balls meant more cum when he shot his load? As he turned to face me and dropped his towel, I tried to be cool, but I think my face and eyes betrayed me. I wanted this man badly. I wanted to be his bottom. I wanted him to shoot a massive load up from those giant balls. And I wanted that sperm inside me. There was never one second where I didn’t think to myself that I was making sure he came in me. Every drop. And as far as if he had HIV. I definitely thought about that. And had a total what are you doing discussion in my head. It was like I couldn’t stop myself and I decided it wasn’t going to stop me. If he even had HIV.

I never would have guessed you were 18," the clerk said handing me back my id. With a shaky hand, i reached for it. Nervous as to what to expect and nervous I would be seen, I almost turned and just bolted. But I had waited too long. After a few hookups in the bookstore booths, I wanted to experience the baths and see if it was really true, that they were just places for men to fuck non stop. Remembering the directions he had given me, i followed the turns and found my room. I figured a room would give me a place to hide if i needed it. I quickly changed into, well, nothing, just a small towel. A very small towel that barely covered my butt it was so short. I watched porn for a few minutes on the little tv and then got my courage up to go look around. I grabbed my key and made it out and wandered thru the halls. No one in the weight room and I didn't care about the showers or bathrooms. I found my way out to the courtyard and turned around after looking briefly at a packed Jacuzzi. As I walked back in I almost bumped into someone. Looking up and down, I was quickly reduced to shyness. He was hot. Really hot. 6 3" maybe, but thin, real thin, except for his big hands and feet. His graying balding hair was cut real short. And it was pretty dark but i had a good feeling about the tent coming from the towel he had on. " Well hello there...," he said quietly in a low sexy voice. "Uh hi" i managed. " I know I would remember seeing you here before, is this your first time?" "Yeah, I just turned 18 a few weeks ago..." I said trailing off. "You are 18?" he asked, looking at me closely. "yeah, but I, i um, i kind of like guys older than me." "Like guys that are maybe 46?," he said smiling. "Yeah, just like that." I said. "Chris, my room is just down the hall, why dont we go there where we can have a little privacy and... ge tto know each other." ""Ok, " was all i said. I was so nervous, but he was so hot. And this was happening. He was leading me by my hand to his room. He sat on the bed and patted for me to sit down too. "So Chris is this your first time here or your first time?" It didn't make sense to lie. I have been going to a bookstore for a few months and usually suck or get sucked. I have gotten fucked a few times too." "Did you like that, getting fucked?" "Well kind of. It hurts a lot but felt good too. Not sure if i am too tight or condoms aren't slippery, but it feels like they tear you when a guy is inside." "Yeah, a lot of guys say that. Condoms are really uncomfortable. For the top too, let me tell you. It sure does feel better without one. have you ever tried it without a condom?" "No, i always meet guys I don't know and everyone says that you should always wear one." "Chris, not everyone says that. A lot of guys here don't use them. They think it ruins it. And a lot of bottoms decide that they want to feel the man cum in them." " But what... isn't that really dangerous?" "Some things are worth the risk maybe. You should try it, maybe you will like it." "I don't know. I don't know if I should." "Well you don't need to decide this second do you? I gotta ask though Chris, I have been wanting to since I saw you out there. Can you take that towel off? I really want to see that butt." I got up right away and dropped my towel and turned to show him my butt. "Yeah that's a hot butt. Spread your legs a little. yeah like that, now bend over and open up and let me see that little boy hole." I saw out of the corner of my eye he had dropped his towel and now turned my head to look and there it was. He wasn't all the way hard yet but it was on its way to being a perfect rock hard 9 inch cock with a massive mushroom head and big shaved cum filled balls. it was giant. And perfect. "You like that cock Chris? Like what I have for you?" "Yeah, its so big. its so big." Walking towards me he pushed me down onto my knees. He didn't have to say anything, as I immediately opened wide and took him into my mouth. Almost immediately, I lost myself in it. His cock was growing rock hard and felt so good in my mouth as i strained to take more and more of it. "Yeah Chris, you love that cock in your mouth dont you?" With my mouth full all i could do is nod my head over and over and try even more to swallow all over that massive man meat. After a minute or two, he stopped moaning and said "Fuck yeah, now its my turn to taste you." I reluctantly took my mouth off his cock, swirling my tongue around the head one last time trying to catch any precum I could and stood up. " No, get on the bed on your tummy. It isn't your cock I want to taste." I didn't understand at first; I had never had my hole rimmed before. When he pulled my cheeks apart and i felt his rough beard against me, I knew. And then i felt it. That magic feeling of a twisting and squirming wet tongue on my sensitive hole. It felt so good. And he loved it too, I could tell. He was licking and stabbing his tongue into my asshole, trying to fuck me with his mouth. I was moaning and gasping and trying not to squirm and buck too much. It just felt so fucking good. After a few minutes, he finally came up for air. His cock was like steel, and so was mine. "I am gonna fuck you now," he declared. It was not a request. It was a fact. And he knew I was going to let him. Out came the lube and he poured it into his hand and went to work working it into me slowly. He was careful not to hurt me, saying "I want to open you up slow so you can take lots of cock and don't get too sore." After getting me and my hole all ready for just about anything at that point, he began to jerk his cock off slowly, coating it with lube. Aiming it at my hole, I felt him start to press against me. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" I said. "I don't have any. Besides, it feels so much better without anything between us. Don't you want to make my big cock feel really good?" he said in a low sexy voice. He never stopped working it in either and at that moment he popped in and made it past my outer ring. As about 3 inches slid into me, I gasped and worked to relax. "Just relax Chris. I am gonna make it feel so good you will be begging me to cum inside you. But I can pull out too. Up to you. Ah yeah it feel so good. So fucking good." And he was just working his cock into me, deeper and deeper. Filling me. And i was trying to think but the need for cock was taking over and I was almost in surrender mode. Surrender happened when he announced "Fuck yeah, 9 inches of cock inside you. Do you feel that? Do you feel full of cock boy?" "Oh fuck. Oh fuck yeah" was all i could get out. As he slowly pulled out and slid back in again, I couldn't even touch my cock. I knew I would come that quickly, if i did. He started working in and out faster now, with deeper strokes. He was hitting deep and i was gasping and moaning and asking for more. "I want to keep fucking you, but i am gonna shoot soon. Your hole is so tight and eager, its pulling the cum up outta my balls." he said. It then flashed thru me again. He was barebacking me. No condom. Maybe that's why it felt so good? Maybe it wouldn't be any good if he had worn one. Instead, this feeling was magical. His cock felt so good I couldn't imagine not having him fuck me. I would hate to have missed this. His raw cock was fucking me so good and deep and sliding so smoothly. He was really fucking me now, and I was grunting and gasping as he fucked the wind out of me with every deep pounding he gave. "Oh fuck boy, I am gonna shoot if I keep fucking you like this. I am gonna fill you with cum. Or else gotta pull out." He grunted. " Don't stop. Are you clean? Like hiv?" I managed to get out. "This is poz cock you got in you Chris." And now he was pounding me. I was moaning and gasping and grunting and totally losing myself in the feelings of my hole as he pummeled it with his massive cock. "Fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you". He muttered with clenched teeth as he pounded me. "Fuck yeah, gonna give you my load. Big fucking poz load. Poz your little fuck hole up and get you hooked on getting your hole bred." "Fucking shit yeah, fuck me man fuck my fucking hole. Cum in me. Give me your load. I want it. I want it in me. I want it in me. I want it in me. I want it in me." I kept repeating that last part who knows how many times. "Yeah , fucking yeah, her it comes here it comes. Fuck yeah fucking take that poz cum. Fell that cock shooting cum in your little fuck hole. Fuuuuuuck yeaaaaaaahhhh" he almost shouted. 'Yeah yeah yeah, give it to me. fucking fuck me. Fill me up. Fill me with cum. Oh yeah, fucking give it to me." He slowed down and finally came to a stop. He still had his cock buried inside me. "I want to keep it in you while my cum soaks into you" he whispered. "Are you really hiv positive?" i asked. "Yeah i am. And I just gave you a huge load." he said. "It felt so good." I said. " " What getting fucked?" "No, when you came in me, I felt it jet inside me and felt your cock pulsing. I am glad you did that. I didnt know it was so much better bare." "Oh Chris, there are some friends of mine out there that would love to add to my seed inside you. Want me to show you around?" "Yeah, i want more. I want more now." I said.

My head hit the wall and the wind was knocked out of me, He had his hand tight round my throat and I was struggling to breathe. He savagely thrust his tongue deep into my mouth and crushed my balls with his free hand. My head was spinning as he sucked the breath from me. Then he removed his tongue and bit my lip sharply and I felt blood trickle down my chin. He licked it with his tongue and pressed his lips on it to taste more then he stepped back saying 'Be careful what you wish for'. Then he turned and left the toilet. I was left standing by the wall with my cock throbbing and gagging to cum, I was so turned on and shocked. I turned to the urinal and stroked myself hard and shot a powerful load out that almost hurt with its intensity. Minutes before I had watched him head for the toilet in the pub and followed him. I had seen him at the Tuesday bike meet the previous few weeks with his gang of five guys, all about the same age and all very deeply attractive in a rough way, like him. I had heard a rumour that they were a gay biker group and I wanted to know more. Two friends had warned me off, but they couldn't give a good reason why. I wanted to see Tom, the obvious leader, close up and personal. His dark intense eyes and the way he moved and interacted with his lads was consuming me with curiosity and lust. SO I followed him into the toilet and stood at the urinal right beside him. I looked down at his cock and mine, which I had removed thinking I would piss, started to harden immediately. His cock was a good size, but that's not what struck me: his cock shaft was tattooed with a design I couldn't quite make out without really staring Added to that he had an ampallang bar crosswise through the end of his cock-head which was protruding from a big foreskin and I thought I could just make out some metal on the underside of his cock. That's when he turned and struck, pinning me to the wall and setting my pulse racing and my cock on fire. By the time i left the toilet he and his lads had ridden off and I was left feeling empty and longing for him. I had always been completely top, but seeing his cock made me crave attention from it in a way I couldn't even understand. I waited impatiently for the next Tuesday meet. I was there early, like a stupid kid, and was twitchy every time I heard another group of riders approach the pub. I had almost given up and was feeling very frustrated when I heard another group arriving. I tried not to look to obviously at him when he removed his helmet and walked across the car park towards the bar, but our eyes met. I tried not to give anything away in my expression and he half-sneered, half-smiled at me then turned away. My heart was in my mouth and I could feel it beating so hard. He didn't look my way again and it felt like he was ignoring me or teasing me, and he was surrounded by his other guys, who all seemed to be like acolytes; it was clear he was the centre of their universe. I didn't know what to do, but eventually he broke from the group and went into the toilet again, so I quickly put my bottle down and followed. I was scared that he'd ignore me or tell me to leave him alone. I took the urinal beside him again and risked taking out my cock, which was harding. He was pissing and I glanced at his cock again and mine jumped with the stimulation of seeing it again.As he pissed he made a sort of display of his cock for me. He lifted it up and I could finally see he had a ladder of piercings on the underside of his shaft. I gasped involuntarily when I saw it. He turned and surprised me again by pushing me against the wall again. His cock was still free of his pants and it was pushed against mine, and was hardening. He put his face right up to mine and looked straight into my eyes and said 'I thought I warned you to be careful what you wish for'. My mouth was dry and I hardly knew how to speak. 'What does it take to join your group?' was what I managed to get out. He sneered again and said 'I don't know if you're man enough. You have to be prepared to take stuff and give other things up'. I didn't understand, but at that moment I thought anything would be worth doing to be with this guy. He could see the lust in my eyes and he knew he had me hooked. 'There's an initiation', he said, 'and new members have to submit to me and the group'. 'OK', I stuttered, 'but I only top, is that ok?'. He tongued deep into my mouth again, expertly, but roughly, and I groaned with desire. I could feel the roughness of the metal in his cock rubbing against my erection. 'If you want to join, you do exactly what I want, or you never bother me again'. I couldn't think of anything except how his tongue made me feel and the touch of his cock. He had me. 'I'll do anthing' I said. 'Anything can mean a great deal - are you sure?' he replied. 'Yes', I said, 'I want to be in your group more than anything else'. He kissed me once more, this time less roughly, then he carefully put his cock away and turned to go. 'Ok', he said, 'follow us back'. Then he was gone and I was left wondering what I had just let myself in for. I didn't know whether to be scared or excited, but my desire and the thought of his dark eyes and his mouth was driving me wild, and I couldn't even concentrate my mind on his cock, the thought of which was making me feel in ways I had never felt before. I got myself together and walked out into the car park. Tom and his guys were already getting on their bikes and I went over to mine and got helmeted and gloved and fired up the engine just as they were pulling out. I followed for about 8 miles. Tom was leading on his hot Ducati 848. Eventually they pulled off down a tree-lined lane and then turned again into a stableyard of a small farm. They parked up their bikes inside a small barn and I followed and parked up. I was shaking with nerves. They all must have been familiar with what was to happen as, without speaking, they led me to a stall at the end where there was a sling and a lot of other equipment. The five guys stood around me and between them stripped me of my leathers while Tom watched, his face showing no emotion whatsoever. They removed all my clothing and I have never felt so naked as I felt under the gaze of those five guys and Tom. My cock was semi-erect and was twitching as they lifted me into the sling and fitted arm and leg shackles. I was now completely at their mercy and exposed. They removed their leather jackets and Tom said 'Time to change to our initiation hardware'. They went to the chest at the side wall and there was a tidy as you might use for screws on top of it. Each had a drawer with their own name, which they removed and set down. Then they removed their identical black tee-shirts and removed their boots and leather trousers. All had identical leather jocks, which they also removed. Their bodies were similarly toned and hot but the other similarity gave me a gut-punch once it registered in my consciousness. They all had identical tattoos across between their hips, around their navels and down onto their cock shafts. The overall effect was stunning, intricate tribal and celtic ink work that flowed across their lower abdomen and down their shaft. Then my brain saw it for what it was - the ink work was an intricate working that encompassed several biohazard symbols. I flipped. 'You guys all poz?', I spluttered. 'Please tell me you're all on meds. I'm clean and I really really don't wanna be pozzed'. I was pulling at the restraints to no avail. Tom walked over to me, bent down and whispered into my ear 'You said you'd do anything, and I did warn you. There is no way out now and I promise I will look after you'. He kissed me and at that point I wanted to kill him. The guys, including Tom, then spent the next few minutes in complete silence at the side carefully changing the ends of their piercings. Like Tom they all had an ampallang and a ladder of 10 piercings on the undersides of their cocks. I couldn't see clearly, but was later to realise they were exchanging normal round ball ends for sharp pointed bar ends. By this time I was thrashing in the sling, swearing and threatening that when I got out I would kill them all one-by-one if they went ahead and pozzed me. They took no notice and Tom came to the head end of the sling. He was fully erect and he thrust his cock to my mouth saying 'Get it well wet or it goes in dry'. With that he pushed his cock deep into my mouth. I tried to scream as the sharp ends of his piercings cut my mouth, so instinctively I opened my mouth wider to avoid the cutting sensation. When he pulled it out, his cock was covered in my spit and blood. He moved to the other end of the sling and the other five guys stood around me, holding me down. Tom placed his cock at the entrance of my hole and I despaired. He forced his cockhead, which I had admired so much so recently, through my tight entrance. I couldn't exactly feel it but was certain that the sharp ends of the ampallang had already cut into the flesh of my anus. Once his cockhead was inside me he urged me to relax, almost sensually and his gaze held mine. He thrust his cock deep into me and I could feel pain like I had never felt before. I kept his gaze and as he fucked me I felt like I was drowning in his eyes. In spite of the pain I started to see the beauty in his eyes and face and I submitted to the intensity of his cock raiding me. I lost sense of time but I was aware his eyes were changing and the soft look was becoming harder and I realised that he was building towards orgasm. His cock, which filled my tight hole, swelled and then the most fantastic thing happened. As his cock pulsed and showered my insides with his toxic cum, the intense discomfort from the cutting from his piercings was soothed, bathed in his soothing toxic load. Tom's muscles all tensed as he came inside me and I was suddenly overwhelmed with desire for him again. As he pounded his cum into me, his ampallang directly massaging my prostate I lost control and my cock exploded in a huge orgasm that shot over my head and onto the chest of the guy holding my shoulders down. Tom left his cock inside me briefly, then removed it gently. He licked my cum off the guy behind me and off my chest and kissed me tenderly. I melted under the invasion of his tongue and our kissing was lubricated with my cum. He moved his lips up to my ear and whispered 'You're one of us now. You became completely mine once my demon seed was released into you. And now the others are going to initiate you too.'

A week ago when in DC, I decided to cruise a building on a university campus to see if I could score any under stall action. This particular building was known for its active cruising scene, and the on-line posts seemed to indicate it was safe for non-students, and as I was fairly sure I could readily blend in with the student body at this particular university, so around 4:00 PM I made my way to the building, then up the staircase to the floor with the restroom that supposedly had the most cruising. Walking in, I found it was totally empty, still I could readily see why guys chose this place: the stalls were set far back from the door, and the door was quite squeaky, which afforded ample warning. Picking a stall in the middle, I entered, wondering how long I would wait before another guy showed-up. Fortunately the wait wasn't long. In less than five minutes the door squeaked open, and footsteps indicated the man was headed to the stalls. Peering through the crack between the stall door and wall I saw the newcomer was a tall muscular black guy who, by chance, I had noticed in the first floor main lobby when I had entered the building. The man took the stall next to mine, immediately dropping his trousers, and giving a quick tap with his foot. Clearly he new the game, and wasn't interested in wasting time. No, he was signalling he wanted to play. I returned his tap, but before he can respond again the door squeaked open. Again peering through the crack, again I saw a black guy, this time a trim man, probably in his early 30s. He entered the stall on the other side of me so now three consecutive stalls were occupied. The latest visitor unlatched his belt, dropped his pants, and sat on the commode. And immediately tapped his foot. I was sandwiched between two black guys, both of whom were looking for action! I tap my feet to let both of them it was safe to play. The muscular guy drops to his knees and slid his legs under the stall, presenting his huge, rock hard, eight inch, thick cock. Getting onto my knees, I stroked his cock with my left hand as I reached under the partition on the other side, gesturing for the other guy. Within seconds he slid his legs under the partition, presenting me with a second thick cock, probably about seven inches in length. The guy on my left reached under, and finding my ass, tested the lay of the land, and finding it acceptable, he momentarily withdrew his hand, returning when it was lubed with spit which, of course, he used to lube my hole nice and wet. I spat into my hand and lubed his cock, not wanting to waste time as I knew someone might enter and disrupt our fun at any moment. Squatting down, I slid onto his bare black cock, taking his entire length up my hole. As he commenced thrusting in and out of my hole, I leaned over and blew the other guy's hard cock. The guy fucking me started pounding me hard, and I could hear his breath quicken. I also knew when he climaxed as he not only moaned loudly, I could also feel his thick cock pulsate in my hole as his raw cock loaded me up with his cum. He quickly withdrew from my ass, and as he did so, I could feel some of his load leak out of my hole. I quickly stand up and lower myself on the other cock, honestly not caring if he came here to fuck or if he was even willing to fuck raw. He didn't pull away, so I bounced on his cock until he started to push and pull in and out of my ass. Within maybe a minute he pushed in deep and held his cock buried all the way in me, giving me his load. I squeezed my hole tightly as he pulled out, hoping to keep as much of the cum in me as possible. After the guys left, no one else entered for the next ten minutes. I pushed the loads out into my hand and licked up the warm gooey sperm, enjoying the taste as I jerked off. Leaving a few minutes later, I felt totally fulfilled for the balance of the day.

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Part2 :The Breaker As we snuggled, we talked more about bikers and breakers. He told me that he had hooked up with a breaker earlier on the week that was truly vers, and loved bearish bottoms. He said that he still had his number, and asked if I liked group. Of course, I said yes. He said he would text him and ask him if he wanted to play. The twink responded pretty quickly, and said hes could be there in 30 minutes. With that, we had a cocktail, and he had a surprise for both of us when the twink arrived. The twink was a somewhat bearish guy. 22 y/o Midwest guy. Id say about 200 pounds and a scruffy face. He quickly removed his clothes, wearing only a jock strap that was straining to contain his cock. His pecs had a very nice layer of black fur, , but his stomach area was pretty bare, with the exception of the treasure trail that led from the top of his jock to his navel. We all sat down and had a cocktail, with the twink sitting next to me. Although the biker and I were completely naked, the twink kept his jock on. He started to rub my hairy chest, and I started rubbing his cock through his jock. It wasn't long before he started leaking precum, and took the jock off. I immediately started to suck his throbbing cock, when the biker said that there was no use to waste a load down a throat, and he had something to show us. He immediately led us to the back of the RV where the "bike parking" was. We both saw a portable sling set up, and he told the twink that he had already dropped a load in me. The twink had a confused look on his face as he had never seen a sling before. The twink said that he loved a preloaded hole, although he had only done that once before. The twink explained that he wasn't all that experienced with gay sex, and that he had only played with guys around his age before. He continued by saying that his first gay instincts started when he first saw his fathers cock when he was around 20. He joked, "like father, like son, they were both hung." As he could clearly see, I wasn't hung like him or his father, but I wanted him to call me daddy as he buried his cock in me. I told him I enjoyed role play, and would call him son. I told him that I would object to my son fucking me, but he needed to play along and protest any "objections" that I had about my son breeding me. I quickly got into the sling, and it was a bit awkward for him at first. He had never used spit as a lube before, and he lubed up his cock before entering me. Even though I was pre loaded, I didn't object. To my surprise he got into the role play, and was quite good at it. After a short while, he told me how he once saw my cock while pissing, and had always dreamed, and jerked off, thinking about it. It was time to upgrade my role play. I told him that what we were doing was wrong. Sons shouldn't be breeding their fathers. He just said, "daddy you know you want it." I told him that I would love to experience a cock up my ass, and I had asked his mom to fuck me with one of her toys, and she refused, saying that was gay. He was not as aggressive as the biker, but twinks usually have the stamina. He fucked me for a good 40 minutes before busting his nut in me, while I sucked the biker. The biker was stroking the entire time, and shot down my throat in about 15 minutes. By the time the twink came, the biker was rock hard again, and moved around to breed me again. It only took about 10-15 minutes before the biker shot his second toxic load in me. After the biker bred me, he pulled out a nice glass butt plug, and rammed it in me hole. He said that he wanted me to keep his seed in me, and that if we didn't meet again, it was his gift to me. I told him that I hoped it was not his only gift, to which the twink didn't understand.

Indeed I was...I don't think I had my cock out of some willing hole or other for more than 5 minutes. I truly have no idea how many men I plowed. One minute i would be fucking a hot ass and I'd pull out to share it with the guy behind me. And I would end up fucking the new top as he fucked the hole I vacated! I did a ton of hole sharing, some nice connected play with a couple of regulars I now know (this is my 4th Fukd!) and I kept churning the cum dump who was ass up in one of the booths--and felching the cream. I had an intense servicing by a very young man who was all oral. There was not a spot on my body he did not lick. He loved my pits, and under my sweaty balls, and he begged to lick my hairy Daddy ass. All of those flavors he shared with me in kisses that went on and on.... He came down my throat. I lasted 4.5 hours. They had to bring up the lights to get me to stop fucking...

The other guys took it in turns to fuck me and load me with their own toxic cum, more of Tom's strain as he had made them all. All the while Tom was at my head encouraging me to take it like a man, kissing me, playing with my nipples to distract me from the pain when a new guy entered me the first time. Each time one reached the point of orgasm I felt that relief of warming balm being poured onto my internal wounds. I was calm now and accepting. I knew I would never be the same again and that my life had changed once Tom had entered me. When the five others had loaded me Tom moved to the end again and, without speaking, enter me again. This time our eyes were inseparable as he fucked me. Once again I was caught up in desire for him and suddenly the thought of him and his group pozzing me seemed so perfect and right. Tom was gentler this time and he played my nipples as he fucked me deep and sensuously. The other guys faded into the background. Minutes passed in sublime distraction as Tom's cock moved inside me in a wet mixture of my blood and the toxic cum of six men. I could feel my own orgasm building once more and Tom responded to this and his intensity built. My cock erupted with another big load and that was enough to send Tom over the edge - I felt his beautiful cock pulsing in me and I realised that this was what I had wanted since that first encounter in the pub toilet. Tom's pulsing subsided and he sank onto me and we kissed for a long time. He felched my overflowing hole and kissed me more with the mixed juices. Eventually Tom stood. He took something that looked like a sort of collar out of one of the drawers and fixed it around my neck snugly. 'This will allow me to keep an eye on you', he said. The other guys helped me dress and they all kissed me individually and tenderly. Then one of them drove me home while another rode my bike home for me. I fell into bed as I was, completely exhausted. The next few days I had swings of feeling completely panic-stricken that I had been fucked by toxic poz guys interspersed with feelings of emptiness and desire for Tom. Tom had insisted that I didn't go to the bike meet till he had seen me again, but said that might not be for some weeks, but I'd know when the time was right. I had no idea what he meant, but I knew it had something to do with the collar I was wearing. It had some sort of electronic device and there was a small green LED. I carried on with life as normally as I could, though sleep was hard. I wanted to see Tom and then I'd think what a fool I had been and I felt an idiot. Seventeen days after I'd seen Tom last I woke feeling particularly groggy. My throat was sore and I felt hot. My bed was wet from sweating in the night. When I passed a mirror I saw the greed LED on my collar was showing amber - 'what the fuck!' I thought. Throughout the day I deteriorated and began to realise I was probably embarking on seroconversion. That night was bad, major sweats and aching all over. I struggled to get any sleep at all, but eventually fell to sleep as the sun was rising. Shortly after, I woke to find I was not alone. Tom was standing over me. I was struggling to make any sense and he said 'Don't worry Greg, I'm taking you from here'. Three of the other guys were with Tom and together they got me out of the flat and into a van. I was barely conscious when they took me out the other side and I recognised the stableyard. They took me to a room off the barn and laid me on a bed. Tom removed my collar and I could see that the LED was now red - it had been radio-transmitting my body temperature and pulse rate to him. Tom told me he was a trained paramedic and he inserted a canula in my arm and attached a drip. I had a peculiar cold feeling followed by a deep warmth running through my veins as the flow started. Tom pushed my hair off my face and said 'Don't worry now Greg, I'm going to make you comfortable'. I drifted into a deep sleep, only knowing later that the drip contained saline to keep me hydrated and diamorphine to sedate me and help with the pain.. I drifted in and out of conscious thought, but every time I woke Tom was there and I could see his eyes. I had no idea of passing time until I suddenly awake in intense pain, not knowing what was happening to me. I was strapped to the bed and one of the guys, Chris, was working on me. He was tattooing my abdomen and then my cock in the exact design that the other group members had. Somehow I drifted off again until I was awoken by Chris's next attention to me: he had done the 10 bar piercings to make the ladder on the underside of my cock and he was piercing my glans to put in the ampallang. I had never felt pain like it even through the diamorphine. Unbelievably, my cock was hard as rock and this worried Chris as it was bleeding from the new piercings. Chris told me I would have to cum to lose the erection so the bleeding would stop. He gently massaged my cock and balls and then sweetly began to suck my cock. I was so aroused that I quickly flooded his mouth with my sperm. Tom had walked in as this was going on and he kissed Chris to received my cum in his mouth then he bent down to me and kissed me, sharing my load with me. 'That's your first toxic load', he said. 'And now you're a proper member of our group'. Over the next couple of days the amount of drug they were administering was reduced and I became more aware and was starting to fell less unwell. I was aware that Tom was sleeping with me at night, cradling me in his warm arms and I lay there feeling weak and helpless. The following morning I awoke to feel Tom's erect cock under my balls from behind. Unbeknown to me, he had removed the canula and drip in the night, judging that I no longer needed it. Tom kissed and nuzzled the back of my neck and I could feel the tension in his hot cock between my legs. He whispered 'Are you ready for me again?' and I replied simply 'I want you now'. Tom dived under the sheet and tenderly rimmed my hole, making it good and wet. He turned me onto my front and held me from behind as he slid the warmth of his cock inside me. No sharp piercing ends this time, just normal balls, but his cock entering me felt so completely right and I melted into his embrace. He fucked me in near silence, just our involuntary sounds escaping every so often. My hole clenched longingly against his thrusting cock and my whole being was willing him towards orgasm and that union achieved by receiving his essence inside me. He lit me hard on teh back of the neck, increasing my passion and desire. The tension built and built and he was clutching me tight under my arms and up my shoulders when his orgasm tore through his body and pierced my soul. I came spontaneously as he thrust into me. It was so good to feel him cumming in me again - it had been too long and I had missed his presence inside me so much. With his cock still hard inside me and his demon seed inside me once again he whispered tenderly 'you have experienced your first death now through your seroconversion. You have become mine and I love you. Your ultimate death will also be in my arms at a time of my choosing.' I was completely overwhelmed with feelings of intense love.

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This time of year in Daytona is an exciting one. The annual Bike Week and Spring break happen to coincide with each other. As an older bottom bear, I don't tend to have much luck with the college boys. They either want twinks their age, or daddy tops to breed them. The bikers on the other hand tend to be a much more fun group. Last year I was fortunate to hook up with several bikers at a biker bar. Now at events like this, you never know who is straight and who is gay. As such, I was never the one to make the first move, I waited for the bikers to do so. I NEVER thought I would top my experience last year where several bikers drove me to a wooded area, and bred me over the seat of a bike. Well this year was even better! I went back to the same biker bar this year hoping I could find some fun. This year I did make the first move on a gorgeous bearish hunk. He was wearing a pair of assless chaps, without jeans underneath. I don't know of many straight guys that would do so. He stood about 6 foot, I'm guessing around 200 pounds, with a goatee and a beautiful hairy chest. As I came to find out, he had a beautiful 9 inch uncut cock. I decided to give it a shot. Even though I'm all bottom, I approached him and told him he had a nice ass. He smiled, grabbing his cock and saying his ass was not his best asset! We chatted for a bit and I told him about my experience last year. We had a few beers, and then I felt comfortable in asking if I could experience his, "best asset." He said not at the bar, but he had a RV just across the street, and he would love to show me, and give it to me. With that I agreed. Now many of you, like I original thought, have a stereotype of what a biker is. Kinda rough looking, hairy, bearded, and lives not only day to day, but lives for their bike. As I have found out over the years, that is not the case. Many of the bikers here are doctors, lawyers, or successful businessmen. Many have bikes that are customized, and cost more than a very nice car would. Come to find out, this guy was a doctor from Dallas. His RV was amazing with an extension that slid out an was a bedroom. In the back of the RV was a ramp to a space , where he could drive his tricked out Haley into. Now when I got there, his bike was outside, and what I found was much more exciting. OK so I know this has been a bit trivial at first, but hopefully you are still reading as now comes the sex! While walking to his RV we were both very flirtatious and got to know each other better. Come to find out, he was vers and truly loved both giving and receiving. We talked about the mix of bikers and breakers, and agreed that was amazing. He told me about a college boy that he had hooked up with a few dayss earlier. When we got to the RV the bedroom was already extended. He immediately threw me to the bed, basically ripping my clothes off. He took off his clothes, and I immediately saw a scorpion tat just above and to the right of his cock. I immediately commented and he asked me if I knew what it meant. Of course I did. He told me that he was highly toxic and loved gifting negative guys. This was my dream come true. He immediately threw me on my back, ate my ass briefly, spit on my hole and immediately started breeding me. After about 20 minutes, I could tell he was ready to blow his toxic seed into me. Before he did, he asked to be sure if that's what I wanted, to which I replied yes. A few more thrusts and grunts, he unloaded a huge load in me. After a nice hard fuck, I cleaned his cock as a good bottom should ALWAYS do. We embraced each other and talked about what just happened, with me assuring him that it was OK, that I was chasing and that I was typically not a cumdump, and had always wanted to know who my gifter was. NOT for financial gain or any other reason other than I wanted to know. A relationship with the gifter would be great, but NOT a requirement. The entire TRUE story has been written, but its up to you if you like, and want to know more!

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Precisely. So when we hear these bottoms complaining, "There are never enough Tops" what they're actually complaining is, "There are never enough bespoke 25-year-old 9.5-inch long, 5.5-inch diameter Asian long-haired Tops named Kosuke with 0.5% body fat and deep emerald eyes that shine for me alone." And when we say, "Well, there's Joe over there... He's got a pretty hot nine incher," we get: "Ugh, no - He has hairy legs. And what is he, 27? OMG." "Okay, well what about Dimitri there, in the steamroom? That is righteous BBC, and he never plays without two of his friends." "Totally not my scene." "That's everybody's scene. What's the matter with you?" "Nope." "Well... Oh, hey! That guy who just came in looks like exactly what you're after!" "Are you kidding? Please. He's Korean." [And thus we draw the curtain on our hopeless bottom, who will remain unfucked, and unfulfilled, until in desperation he gives head to a homeless geezer in an alley at 4:30am.]

@ChainedBoy - I think the reason you’re getting a lot of pushback on this is that what you’re describing isn’t how the power dynamic actually works. When a bottom like you or me speaks of a Top’s “absolute right” to our asses, what we’re actually talking about is the sense that has been created by the power exchange. That’s what we get off on, and it seems as though what you’re objecting to is when a Top breaks the illusion - which seems like a breach of the power exchange agreement. In reality, the bottom is almost always the more powerful player in a Power Exchange; the bottom enables the scene by permitting the Top to take aggressive actions, on the bottom’s terms (whether it seems that way or not) that the Top would otherwise be constrained from doing by law or custom. When a Top gives a compliment after a scene, it is likely that he simply considers the power exchange completed sooner than you do, and is returning to the normal state of affairs in which you are on an equal footing with him (i.e., reality). It’s very difficult for two people to maintain the same fantasy state in sync for any length of time, and post-orgasmically, probably not realistic.

A little slap on the ass afterwards and a "thanks buddy, have fun" is what I say as a top when i'm done with a hot scene and what I appreciate hearing as a bottom.

Sorry for the late update. Been very busy with work, school, and visiting daddy recently. I only have a certain amount of hours besides those to work on other things. Here's the continuation to how I met my daddy. In fact I may be moving in soon so more to tell in the future -------------- He must have been around 40 years old as well, based on his looks. He stared at me and said, "Hey there, I heard a scream from my room and came to make sure everything is ok. What a surprise to see such a sexy boy here. Has Eric been treating you well? Nod for a yes." I didn't know how to answer, to nod or ... Wait there wasn't another option. I couldn't speak with his large thick dick stuffed in my mouth. He moved his dick up and down a bit, forcing my head into a nod. "That's good to know, glad Eric is treating you well. I've been watching you since I came in from hearing the scream. You got a nice body boy, would you like me to play with you too?" And again his dick guided my head into a confirming nod. "Great to hear. You're going to be our new toy, I mean boy right? Our good boy that'll come over and please his daddies whenever we need." Again another dick guided nod. "My name is Jack but you can call me daddy. I see that Eric did a number on your hole. You must have been super tight. I see a little bit of blood mixed with that cum that's leaking out of your hole. Does it hurt? I'm going to pull my dick out of your mouth and have Eric pull out of your little hole so I can make sure he hasn't hurt you ok? You're going to stay right where you are boy" Jack's voice was sincere and sweet, but I also didn't know what to do except to nod in agreement. He slowly slid his thick dick out of my mouth. I then saw how big his dick was. His giant Irish, I assume Irish from the color of his hair, dick was a good 9 inches or more and thick as a baby's arm, one of those chubby babies. His red pubic hair reminded me of a warm gentle flame, enticing you to play with his manhood even though you know it'll hurt when you feel it. He had equally as large and heavy balls as Eric, which I'm certain were full of cum. Jack got behind me, and I felt Eric's big dick slowly slide out of my now loosened hole. I felt Jack's hand on my ass, spreading my cheeks as he examined my hole. Eric circled to the front, and I saw his semi hard dick in front of my face. Eric held my head as he guided his dick towards my mouth. I knew it was useless to resist, so I opened my mouth and let his dick slide in. I tasted traces of Eric's cum on his dick. I also tasted something different, which I assume must be the slight traces of my own blood from my now wrecked hole. Eric kept sliding his dick in and out of my mouth until it was cleaned of his cum and my blood. I could feel Eric's dick starting to get harder again. As Eric fed me his dick, Jack was slowly examining my hole. He ran his finger against it and then I slowly felt his finger slide into my hole. Eric's cum naturally lubing Jack's finger. I felt a slight sting inside my hole, which I assume was from a tear I got probably from Eric rough fucking. Jack slide his finger gently in and out of my hole. Every once in a while I would wince from the slight sting. Soon Jack's one finger was replaced with two fingers. I felt his fingers swirling around inside my hole, mixing Eric's cum within it. After a while, I felt what must be Jack's big mushroom head at the entrance of my hole. With Eric cum as lube, his dick slide in with little resistance. Jack was gentle, he slowly eased his way into me. My hole slowly opening up more and more to accommodate to his thickness, and soon his length as well. I felt Jack's dick reach the boundaries of my hole, but he still had a few more inches to push in me. Jack slowly eased in and out of my hole till he found the right position that allowed his huge dick to slide deeper and all the way into me. It felt like his dick was endless, it almost felt like he has reach a depth beyond my little hole and have entered my stomach. The feeling was driving me wild, causing me to moan loudly, which only gave Eric the necessary room to now slide his hard cock deep into my throat. Many thoughts went through my mind. I only expected to come here and jerk off Eric, and now I'm being impaled by two of the biggest dick's I've ever seen. They slide in and out of me in perfect rhythm, and soon most of my thoughts have left me, the only thought that remained was how to please these men and to enjoy their huge dicks which have taken over my body. They must have sensed the change in me, because they lessened the grip they had on my head and ass. By now, Jack has started picking up pace, sliding his huge dick almost all the way out, then sliding all the way back in till I felt his balls on my ass. I imagine this must be what pregnant mothers felt when they feel a baby's kick from inside them, except with Jack's dick it was a pretty big baby's arm giving me a punch. Each one of Jack's thrust felt amazing, each one punching the air out from within me. Each time making me grasp for air from the feeling of deep penetration (If you've ever bottomed for a huge dick, I'm sure you understand this feeling, the one where all the wind is knocked out of you from how deep the dick is in you). Eric took full advantage of my open airways to slide his dick deep into throat. By now his precum and my saliva has made my mouth and throat into a slip-n-slide for Eric's dick. His dick traveling through my mouth and sliding deep down my throat, each time his dick would fill up my throat, blocking my airway making me choked a little. Eric was picking up pace fucking my mouth with his hard dick. He took hold of my head and slid his big hard dick deep into my throat till I felt his balls against my chin. I tried to hold onto my breath as much as I could, and then I felt his big dick beginning to pulse. Cum from deep within his balls traveled up his dick in waves. My lips around his cock felt each wave of cum traveling up the shaft. I felt the slight expansion of the head that's jammed in my throat right before feeling the waves of cum hitting the back of my throat. It was like a fire hose hitting my throat with such force and filling it up. I try to swallow as quickly as I can, but Eric's dick kept cumming and filling my airway. My body tenses as I began to choke on Eric's cum. Jack moans in pleasure as he feels my hole tighten around his dick from my body tensing. Jack thrusts his dick all the way into me, punching the tiny air I had left in me out of my lungs as he floods my ass with his cum. Jack, like Eric, cummed like a fire hose. I felt each shot of cum hitting my insides with such force as it fills me up. Eric releases my head as he slid his dick out from my throat. A trail of cum connected his dick and my lips as he slid out, some of his cum dripping out of the corners of my lips. I swallowed the remains of Eric's cum within my throat and mouth, as my body began grasping for air to refill my lungs. My whole body took deeps breath, which I imagine was what made Jack moan. My hole contracted with each of my deep breaths massaging the remaining drops of cum out of Jack's hung dick. Eric slid his dick back into my mouth to clean it of any leftover cum. Once it was cleaned Eric pulled his dick out and had me slowly slide off Jack's dick. My ass was so full of their cum. I felt some of it leak out of my hole and down my leg. Eric turns me around and pushes me forward on to Jack's softening dick. I suck Jack's dick clean, tasting the mixture of my torn ass, Eric's cum, and Jack's cum. Eric uses his fingers to play with my hole and the cum inside me. He comments, "Guess this boy must have really enjoyed it, he cummed a huge load onto the sheets without even touching his dick". I looked down and it was true, there was a huge load of cum, biggest I've probably ever cummed in my life on the sheets, equivalent of two to three times the amount of my usual loads. Jack says: "Did you like it boy?" I look back up towards Jack to give him a reply. He lifts my chin before I could say anything pulling me towards him. He says to me: "Doesn't matter. You're my boy now." As he sticks his tongue deep into my mouth.

PART 2 As I started to cAtch my breath, the knowledge that an HIV positive guy had just cum inside me hit me more. I was still riding the waves of pleasure from getting fucked though and looked down at my still rock hard cock and realized I had completely ignored it. It hadn’t mattered to me. All of my pleasure had come from my hole. And that pleasure had been more amazing than anything I had ever felt. I knew I couldn’t not have more, whatever the risk was gonna be. He had lit a fire in me. His hard cock had. And his cum. His hot cum that was hiv positive and currently soaking into me, my body absorbing it. As his softening cock slowly slid out of me, I immediately instinctively clamped my hole shut. It seemed important to keep it all in me. “Chris, that was the hottest hole I have fucked in years. I swear, your hole gripped my cock like you literally needed it in you. And i’m So happy you decided to let me breed you and give you my cum. It’s a special bond we have now. You have my seed inside you, my essence.” I was so happy. I was a good bottom. He had loved fucking me. “I couldn’t help it. Once you were inside me, it felt so good. And I didn’t want it to stop. And... I don’t know why, but all of a sudden it just seemed like I needed your cum.” I was embarrassed saying the last part. I couldn’t understand it really, I just knew what it felt like. And at the time, something clicked and I needed it. I would have begged if I had had to, but didn’t say that. He looked down at me and smiled. “My boy found his inner cum slut. I knew when I saw you that you would be special. Some guys get fucked and some guys are bottoms Chris. You are a bottom. Bottoms need cock in their holes. They don't use condoms. Taking cum becomes an addiction. A need. I have a feeling my cute young friend, that your hole is going to need lots of hot cum to be happy.” As I lay on the thin mattress with a near strangers cum flooded in my hole, my cock still hard, what he had just said ran in my head over and over. I had been fucked before and it had been just ok. Not great at all. The fucking I had just taken in this tiny little room had been the exact opposite. It had been the hottest sex I had ever had or even thought of. I had never felt so alive, had never wanted a cock so badly. And it had occurred to me more than once, a guy with HIV had shot a huge load in my ass and I wasn’t scared or freaking out. I was grateful. It was like.... it was like he had showed me the secret. “I don’t even know what’s happening, but I can’t help it. Nothing ever felt that good before.” Now he rose off the bed and looked at me intently. “My boy has a look that is telling me his hole is still hungry.” I nodded, a little embarrassed to admit it, even to him. It was all so new. “Let’s go find you a nice big cock to fill you up again. Do you want that? To feel another man’s cock throbbing as he shoots his sperm into your willing little ass?” My eyes big, my cock like steel, I rose off the bed too and took his hand as he opened the door and began to lead me down the narrow hall towards whatever or whoever was next. I was scared and nervous, but most of all excited and horny. And I knew I wanted more.

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

After receiving many messages from a negative bottom here on breeding zone, I finally responded, and we began some back and forth pozzing chat. I told him how much I enjoyed fucking a tight hole raw with the sole purpose of knocking-up the bottom. He responded saying how much he wanted to be my bottom pig. After a few months of message exchanges, I told him I was ready for him to follow through, or to quit messaging me. He replied saying he was a four hour trip from my town, and he would plan a trip to my locale, and would get back to me with the details of the trip. Well, a month passed before I heard back from him, and was somewhat surprised when he opened saying he had booked a hotel room nearby for an upcoming weekend. I was skeptical, but just in case I told him to let his beard keep growing and not to let anyone fuck him until after our weekend. The Friday of his projected arrival, I had dinner and just watched some TV, not expecting him until fairly late as he wouldn't even commence his trip until after he got off work. Around 10:30, I got a call from him, letting me know he was at hotel. He sounded nervous, so I reassured him he'd be fine. I got in my truck and drove the 30 minutes to his hotel room. When he opened the door, I was surprised at how sexy he was - at (approximately) 5' 9", beefy with a belly, and a beautiful bushy brown beard growing up onto his chubby cheeks. He invited me in, and I could see how nervous and scared he was, so I gave him a big hug to break the tension. He relaxed, and I pulled his mouth to mine and gave him a deep kiss which lasted nearly a minute. "Damn you're a sexy cub," I told him, and asked where my bourbon was. He quickly grabbed the bottle he brought, and poured us a few drinks. As he did, I removed my shirt and hat, and made myself comfortable on the bed. He joined me, and as we drank he rubbed my belly and tits, and my cock began leaking precum inside my jeans. Once the alcohol was kicking in, I told him to get naked for me, and he quickly did, showing me a sexy cub covered in fur from head to toe. As he stood beside the bed, his 5" cock was arching upwards, oozing clear fluid out the tip. "Get my boots off, boy." I ordered, and lit my pipe. When he was finished, I had him put his head back on my chest and start sucking my nipples. So I'm just leaning back enjoying my pipe as he's working my nipples, and I ask him if he's ready to suck my dirty cock. He nods, and I tell him to remove my jeans and get between my legs. I start stroking my cock, working more precum out, as the cub watches me eagerly. "You sure you want it, boy? You want my cock in your mouth?" I grabbed the back of his head and guided him down on my cock. Seeing his hairy mouth open wide for me just makes me harder. "Suck it slow, boy- remember this first load is for your ass. I've been saving it all week just for your hole." The cub slowed his pace, and, looking down between his legs, I could see his cockhead was a bright red, and it glistened with his own juices. Pulling him off my cock, I positioned him on all fours, along side me, his hole convenient to my position. Gently fondling his balls, I segued to stroking his hole as I finished my pipe. He whimpered in pleasure as, initially, I rested the warm bowl of my pipe against his tight ballsack, only to slide it onto his crack and rest it on his opening. I can see his hole clench. Smacking his ass, I told him "What a good little fucktoy you're being. Put your head on the bed, pig, and keep your ass absolutely still for me." Now milking my cock, I scooped-up some of my precum, rubbing it on his puckered hole. "You like having daddy's tainted cum on your pussy, don't you, boy?" "Yes, sir," he unhesitatingly grunted. Noticing a string of clear cum leaking from his cock, I caught it with my fingers and added to the precum I had earlier applied to his hole. A finger inserted into his hole met resistance, but I keep going, urging "Open up boy. You got some of my precum in you now." He moaned in approval. Repeated I finger-fucked his hole, increasingly roughly, enjoying his moans as my assault intensified, and even more enjoying the tint of red that was showing-up on my fingers. It was time to progress to the next level. Getting to my feet, I had the bottom position his ass at the edge of the bed, which was the perfect position for me to slide my cock up and down his crack, spreading more of my toxic load onto his hole. He held perfectly still, even if breathing hard. Finally I began to work my head a little deeper, urging "Take my poz cock, baby. Open up for Daddy." While I couldn't understand the words he grunted, I could understand his level of excitement: he was actually cumming on the bed, and I wasn't even inside his hole. Naturally I quickly shoved my rock hard seven inches in his ass. He flinched in pain, even perhaps intending to extract himself from my control, but instead I held him still, as I hammer-fucked his ass. "Stop, man, stop," he demanded, but I wasn't about to comply. Without pausing in my thrusts, and as my balls tightened, I snapped "You're taking this load, pig, shut the fuck up!" His moans continued, which added to my perverse pleasure in seeing the streaks of red which alternated with the precum with which my cock was coated. So I fucked him still harder, ever harder until finally my balls erupted, shooting my six-day load deep inside his ass, my cock twitching inside my new pig. Panting hard, I announced "That's it baby. Take your first dirty load. Let it soak in. Let it make you a whore." His head hung low, his body frozen as I finished stroking my final drops of toxic cum into his coated boy cunt. Afterwards my cock plopped out and his hairy hole slowly closed, but not before I saw a little bit of my load leak out - so I scooped it up and pushed it back in. Waste not want no, you know. Lighting my pipe anew, I lay on the bed, ordering the pig to join me, gesturing for him to lay his head on my chest. Some tears ran down his face, and he hugged me for support. "Hush, there, Pig, it will be okay," I cooed, and when he calmed down I guided his mouth to my cock. He knew what to do, and without a word licked my tool and crotch clean. "Look me in the eyes," I ordered, and with my cock still lodged in his mouth, but his eyes were fixated on mine, I took a draw on my pipe, and admonished "Remember the taste of that cock. It's the one that knocked you up." We fell asleep, and twice in the remaining hours of the night I bred him again. In the morning I left for the day, but came back Saturday night and managed to fuck four more loads into him before he left Sunday afternoon. I continued chatting with him online, until finally eight weeks later he messaged me to let me know it took. He was officially knocked up. He let me know it made him hard to think about it, but he was scared and wanted to come visit again. I replied "No. My job is done, pig. You gave me your cunt to fuck and to knock up, and I did that. You're a whore now. Go fuck strangers. Go fuck bookstore trolls and old men. Go share your little bear pussy with anyone who wants it. You're a cumdump now. I prefer negative boys." He deleted his account the next day. NEXT!

I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. It had been a long, frustrating day at work. It was a Friday, and I was stuck in the office late, again, trying to finish a project that should have been done in half the time, but kept getting more and more complicated as I tried to finish it. I finally left the office around ten o'clock at night. I hailed a cab to take me home to Brooklyn, and settled in to the seat. Traffic was awful, so I pulled out my iPhone and started to browse through Grindr while the cab inched through the gridlock. After the week I had at the office, I needed to get off! It wasn't long before I was chatting with a couple of different guys. The one that seemed to suit my mood the best that night had a profile picture of himself, shirtless and flexing in the mirror in a gym. He was Latino, and at forty he was more than fifteen years older than I was but you wouldn't have been able to guess that from his ripped, muscular body. I also liked the visible bulge in the crotch of his workout shorts. You couldn’t really see his face in the picture, but he looked decent enough and his body was insane! He said that he was really into fucking younger, slim white guys like me, and that I should come right over because he was going to ‘rock my world’. We exchanged more pictures, and I could feel my cock hardening in my briefs and my asshole twitching. His cock was thick, veiny and uncut, and as huge as it had looked through his shorts, and his body looked sexier in every picture. I was horny, and he had me hooked. I tapped on the partition and told the cab driver that I had changed my mind, and had a new destination. As soon as we were clear of the traffic trying to get on the bridge, I was at this guy's apartment in less than ten minutes. I had slight butterflies in my stomach as I paid the taxi and climbed out. He buzzed me in as soon as I rang the bell, and I climbed the dingy, narrow stairs up to his apartment. He was waiting for me in the doorway, looking even better than his pictures. His body was solid muscle, and his tattooed arms stretched the sleeves of his white teeshirt to the limit. He had a shaved head and a few days worth of stubble on his jaw. He smiled warmly and led me into the dim apartment. In the living room he had some porn playing silently on his tv. He sat me down on the couch and offered me a drink while I got comfortable and relaxed. I said sure, and he disappeared into the kitchen to prepare one for me. I kicked off my shoes and loosened my tie. He placed the drink on the table in front of me and sat down right next to me with his. We clinked glasses and I tried to calm my nerves with a big swallow of my drink. He ran his big, strong hands across my chest, pulling my tie out of the collar of my shirt and tossing it to the floor. I could feel my whole body relaxing as he massaged my shoulders and chest, gradually unbuttoning my shirt until it was open to the waist. His touch was making me so horny I could barely stand it! I took another gulp of my drink, and before I knew it I had drained the glass. I relaxed more and more as his hands explored my body. Before I knew what was happening, he was slipping my shirt down off my shoulders and helping me out of it. The room was spinning around me as he rubbed his hands all over me, unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. He helped me stand up so that he could pull my pants down. When I tried to step out of them I stumbled and he had to catch my arm to keep me from falling over. I couldn't focus on anything, and I could barely nod when I heard him saying 'we had better get you to bed'. I had never felt this out of it before! He half guided, half carried me down the hall into the dark bedroom and lay me down on the bed. As I lay there with the room spinning around me, I felt him lift my arms above my head and wrap something around my wrists. I was totally spaced out, lying there on the bed. I felt like I couldn't move, even if I had wanted to. After I don’t know how long, I felt him climb on top of me. He had stripped off his jeans and teeshirt, and was straddling my chest naked. His bulky body forced my shoulders down into the mattress. He slapped his hard cock across my face, pulling my mouth open and pushing the leaking head of his uncut monster cock towards the back of my throat. The awkward angle made me gag almost immediately but he still grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock deeper down my throat. When I panicked and tried to push him away, I realized that my arms were bound above my head. It felt like they were tied to the headboard. I was freaking out in my head, but I couldn't move my body enough to try to throw him off of me. After I had gagged and choked on his dick for a while he climbed off of me and I could feel him spreading my legs. His fingers forced their way into my tight asshole. I groaned and tried to move away but I was too weak and my body refused to obey. He kept pushing them into me, stretching my hole. I felt him push something up into me, and it was like he squirted something inside of me to lube up my hole. Before long I started to feel a hot sensation spreading through my entire body, like it was flowing in waves from my ass. I groaned again. He laughed as he lifted my legs up and held them to my chest with one of his strong hands wrapped around my ankles. I tried to pull away again but it was no use, I felt like I had no control over any part of my body. I could feel the tip of his bare cock pressing insistently against my hole. He had me pinned to the bed, and his strong hips slowly forced it into me. I tried to scream as his raw cock ripped through my tight asshole, but all I could do was whimper. I could feel his low hanging balls slap against my ass as he bottomed out and started to fuck me. I must have backed out, because the next thing I remember I was lying on my stomach. I could still feel a huge cock in my ass but as my consciousness returned I realized that I was moaning in pleasure and grinding my hips, slamming my ass back against each thrust like I was in heat. It was like I was possessed! My mind was still foggy, but my dick had taken over control! I could hear myself begging for more cock, and to be fucked harder! My hands had been untied, and I was jerking on my leaking cock as he pounded my ass. I kept slipping in and out of awareness, but no matter how many times I woke up, I was always aware of the big cock in my asshole, sending waves of pleasure through my whole being. The lights of the room seemed to have gotten brighter, and they hurt my eyes and made it hard to focus. It was like I was hearing voices, but I was too disoriented to make out what they were saying. I have no idea how long all this went on. I have a vague memory of being helped to a cab and giving the driver my address, and then being helped up the stairs to my own apartment. When I finally woke up, I felt like I was in the midst of the worst hangover of my life. My head was pounding, my mouth was bone dry, and as soon as I rolled over on my bed I could feel a dull aching in my ass. I stumbled into the kitchen to gulp down a glass of water and try to clear my head. I walked back into the bedroom and noticed my laptop open on the side of my bed. I sure didn't remember leaving it there... When I tapped the trackpad, it woke up and displayed an XTube video page. I was about to close the browser window when I froze. The thumbnail preview image looked like me! The videos title was "SLUTTY TWINK GETS BRED AND GETS HIS HOLE WRECKED BY FOUR HUNG THUGS". Wait, what? I clicked play and watched, dumbfounded. It was me alright. My eyes were open wide but totally unfocused as I lay there on my stomach with a huge, muscular man climbing on top of me and shoving his huge, veiny, bare cock deep into my ass. The camera panned around as he groaned and you could hear the camera man laughing nastily and saying 'Breed that twink cunt, bro! Knock the fucker up!' I could hear my own voice groaning -- and begging! I was begging for more cock! I was panting and screaming and saying 'Harder! Fuck me harder! Please!' I was in shock. I sank down onto the bed, sitting in front of my laptop with my mouth hanging open. What the fuck had I done last night? What had happened to me? The video kept on playing, showing a close-up of the thick cock as it pounded my ass. My asshole looked like it was stretched to the limit around the thick shaft. I could hear the man fucking me groaning and he started to slam my ass even harder. The camera zoomed in even more as he pulled his cock out of my ass and what looked like a gallon of thick, creamy sperm poured out of my gaping pink hole. What I saw next made me jump up off the bed and run over to the mirror on my bedroom door. The man's hand had grabbed a marker from the mattress and drawn a line on my ass. A line just a few inches long, next to two other lines just like it. When I pulled down my pants and looked at my butt in the mirror, I felt sick. Six. Four lines, plus another drawn diagonally through them, plus one more. There was also something scrawled on my back but I couldn't exactly read it in the mirror with my head in that dazed condition. I walked slowly over to the laptop on the bed, where the video was still playing. Now I saw myself getting fucked doggy style by a big black guy whose face was blurred out by a block of pixels, and whose body looked twice the size of mine. He smacked my ass hard as he fucked me, and the look on my face was one of pure animal pleasure. The camera zoomed in on his cock in my ass, and I could read the words 'CUM DUMP' printed across my lower back in thick black marker. I grabbed my phone and tried to look up where I had ended up last night, but when I opened up Grindr I saw that the entire history, all of my chats had disappeared -- been cleared out. The groaning, grunting noises coming from my laptops speakers pulled my attention back to the screen as the black guy fucking me pulled his glistening, sperm lubed cock out of my ass, and, holding my ass spread with one hand, squirted his load directly into my gaping hole, only to add the fourth line to the tally on my ass and be quickly replaced by another raw cock, shoved into my ass without any pause or warning. I could hear the cameramen ask 'You like those raw dicks up your ass boy?'. In my head I screamed NO, but in the video I heard myself moaning 'Yes sir!'. 'You like getting bred boy? You want us to knock you up?' NO! 'Uh, yes, please! I want that cum in my ass!' 'Good boy!' How had this video ended up online? The thought froze me to my core -- my face was flashing across the Internet, begging for raw cock! Who knows who could already have seen it? When I tried to look at the profile of the person who uploaded the movie, it turned out to be blank with no information. The username was just a string of random numbers. 'I think he's ready, want to give him a try?' I switched back to the window where the video was playing. I was shown from behind, being positioned on top of the muscular guy whose body I recognized from the photos he had sent me last night, but whose face was blurred out. There was another close-up shot of his cock slipping into my sloppy, cum filled asshole. As soon as I had slid down to the base of his long cock, another guy climbed onto the bed. I gasped in unison with my video self as he lined his cock up against my already occupied hole, grabbed my hips, and forced his cock all the way into me along with the other one. From the sounds I was making in the video, it was a pretty tight fit. Just seeing that part of the video made my poor asshole throb. My screaming and moaning slowly turned to cries of pure pleasure -- it was like having those two cocks ripping my asshole wide open had made me loose my mind! It sure didn't take long for the guys fucking me to loose it, either. The feeling of their cocks rubbing together, stuffed into my straining ass and lubed up with four loads of sperm didn't take long to make them cum. I could tell because they just held me in place and literally fucked their cum into me. The video cut to me lying on my back on the bed with a dazed expression on my face, with my legs being lifted and spread apart with strong, anonymous hands. Another set of hands rubbed my chest. The final set of hands were rubbing my ass. You could see how tender and pink it was as the fingers of that hand played with the swollen lips and collected some of the cum leaking out of me. When he had a good load dripping from his fingers, he brought them up to my mouth for me to lick clean. My eyes unfocused, I did it without any hesitation, cleaning every last drop off his hand with my tongue. He moved his hand back to my ass, shoving three thick fingers up into me. In the video, I groaned and grabbed my own dick, stroking it wildly. 'Do you think you can take my fist, boy?' He asked me. 'Make me take it!' My own voice slurred like I was drunk or high. He worked another finger into my ass, pushing his hand in knuckle deep and twisting it around in my stretched out hole. The hand that had been stroking my chest now brought a small brown bottle up to my nose, holding it there until I inhaled deeply. As I did, my ass must have spasmed, because that's all it took for his thumb to force its way in. I sat there frozen as I watched his big hand disappear in my ass up to the wrist. In the video, my cock was still semi hard and oozing precum. I realized that it had been the hard and leaking the whole time I had been watching the video, as well. On screen, my ass was being abused as he punched his fist into me over and over, stretching my hole to the absolute limit. I was given another round of the poppers to inhale and I just lost if. My whole body shook as I groaned and squirted a huge load of cum from my cock. I whimpered and moaned, and it seemed like I came for almost a minute straight. When I was done, the hand was pulled from my ass with a loud slurping plop, and the camera zoomed in on my gaping hole. As the screen faded to black, you could hear the cameraman's voice asking me 'Did you like that?' 'Yes...' The video ended. I didn't know what to do. My head was still foggy and spinning. All I could think of was clicking back to the beginning and watching again. So I did. And this time I pulled out my cock and started to stroke while I watched.

It was the late 90's. I was 35; married; 3 kids; a good boy, always trying to please; more (or less) faithful to my wife, to whom I'd been married for 15 years; providing my family with a steady income from my run-of-the-mill accounting job. And I hated it. Still I was reluctant to give in to my homosexuality, regarding it as a blemish on my character. But my hormones often got the best of me, and I ended up at the bars and baths—rarely—but with increasing frequency. I developed an affinity for blowjobs, which progressed to getting laid. I was always the passive one, the Bottom. Back in those days, to my detriment, I played it safe and hardly ever fucked without a Condom. After each tryst, I felt guilty and ashamed, but on each occasion less and less. And I kept fucking my wife bare. Just when I didn't want to go on with such duplicity, becoming more and more conflicted everyday—just when I was seriously considering leaving wife and kids—salvation came in the form of a new job, offering 200 travel days a year. With a generous expense account and a salary I'd heretofore only dreamt about, I jumped at the opportunity. Ironically, I kept our family together by keeping us apart. I became very creative at seeking out the most popular Gay haunts—the leather bars, bath houses, tearooms, rest stops, parks, adult theaters, and bookstores. I left no stone unturned. I grew comfortable in my new role as a kinky, if somewhat masochistic Bottom, a sometime Slave, but always the Slut. During my trips home, I played the role of loving husband fucking his wife, while cuming to reveries of Male Cunt. Sucking, felching, rimming, along with the ubiquitous Poppers became my daily regimen. I got fucked more and more. I developed tastes for spit, watersports, armpits, feet, and B&D and S&M. I loved Gay Sex and invited guys to my hotel rooms all hours of the day and night. Still I couldn't get enough. I started fucking bare on the proviso that they pull out. Of course there were the inevitable accidents. I knew I took a risk since I always bled when I got fucked. I wasn't yet amenable to taking Cum up the Ass, but more and more that turned me on. It also turned me on fucking my wife, sharing the risk, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, as I pumped my NEG Gay Sperm up her straight Pussy. I'd hinted at an occasional Gay rendezvous, but never breathed a word about bareback sex. Gradually my guilt and reluctance dissipated as I sacrificed quality for quantity. I no longer had to strive to be a Cum Pig; I HAD BECOME ONE. I felt powerful and bad. I manipulated the Tops who thought they were manipulating me—into barebacking—in hopes that one or both of us would be inseminated with the Blessed Seed. And I continued to fuck my wife—with my Fist and up her Ass. How she raved about our new "open" relationship—the little Fool—my meal ticket to the family values so treasured by the outside world. I never told her how I'd cum to worship unsafe sex. The turning point came when I got invited to a party in L.A. I emailed the host and asked if barebacking were permissible. He wrote back that he and several buds actually preferred it that way. Sometimes they had special little get-togethers for barebackers, and there was one such Friday night. He never actually said the words “Conversion Party.” I told him I was a relative newbie to group sex. "On the contrary, I think you'll fit right in. Be here at eight, and we'll talk it over." Marky seemed an all right kind of guy—not pushy, just hospitable. He assured me I'd enjoy myself. And no one would force me do to anything I didn’t want. That sounded great. "But Marky, are your buddies NEG?" "Who really knows his status, Sport? Just get here early, and we'll talk." On my drive down to L.A, I thought a lot about getting POZZED. There seemed to be distinct advantages—no longer having to worry about the Bug was the biggie that came to mind. And the disadvantages were too morbid to contemplate. Maybe POZ was not nearly as NEG as it was made out to be. It was a little after eight when I rang the bell. I was stressed from the long drive, and Marky noticed it. "Have a cola, and let's share a joint. Help you unwind. I got some other stuff. Ecstasy, GHB, Coke. Just ask.” I took a few tokes, and he suggested I clean up. I told him I didn't do drugs, but I’d love to douche. He flashed me a quick smile. "Trust me. Chems have their place. They just make it a little easier to accept ourselves." Afterwards we shared another joint. We were looking at the profiles of his bareback friends as he chatted online. Marky whispered in my ear about how beautiful I was, how I deserved the Gift, and other bullshit, and gave me another cola. Foggy as I was, I didn’t think a thing of it. He told me he hosted a party every month or so. He usually invited 15 or 20 guys. Five or six regulars always showed up; the rest, depending. "I start inviting guys around 6 PM, by phone and on the Net. The party starts at 10. The guys who can make it pop in anytime between then and 6 AM. I'll try to get hold of my friend, Nigel. He lives right down the block," Marky smirked, massaging the PreCum pooling on my piss slit all over my dick head. I felt so warm and comfy. I lay on the mattress besides the computer, jacking off, watching two studs go at it on TV. The music was growing deafening; the room lights seemed to dim; and, overall, I felt quite pleasant and relaxed. On hands and knees I crawled over to Marky and sucked his dick. He none too kindly rammed it down my throat. "Horny Pig! Must be the GHB. You're feeling it." "But I didn't want to do drugs!" I protested, thinking of the next drug test. Actually, I felt downright evil, hot, and sexy. I often have a problem with the gag reflex. But that night, no problemo at all. I wanted him down my throat, but he pushed me away. "Not yet, Cunt! I know you want it, but not nearly bad enough. Time for a pill, an XTC. The GHB got you horny, but you're way too laid-back. Take this, and you'll be fuck meat for the guys when they arrive." As I popped it down my throat I exploded. "I WANT TO BE RAPED, DAMN IT!" Marky gave me a devilish grin. "Give it to me, please!" The doorbell rang. There was a commotion in the hall, followed by silence. Marky told me Nigel had gone to take a shower, and it was time for us to play. He knelt down to rim me and kissed me as he entered me. "My God, Your bare cock feels so good in me!" He gave me a joint and then his poppers. The drugs, combined with my predilection, had rendered me a total Slut. I wanted him to cum in me. But once again Marky spurned my advances and pulled out. He told me to turn around. I hadn't heard Nigel enter the room. I was astonished. He must have been 6’, had the deepest, darkest eyes I’d ever seen, the widest mouth, beautiful muscles, with an incredible 8 inches topped by a massive PA. He was perfection personified! I crawled over to him. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. He was like a faucet forcing spittle down my throat. He commanded me to suck his Dick. I took a lengthy hit of poppers as he ground that huge tool down my throat. Was I imagining things or did intense Gregorian music fill the room as Marky massaged something up my butt? "Just a little aid to relax your pussy." But it didn't feel good at all. My butt was on fire! "What the hell..." I started to protest, but was silenced in astonishment as Nigel ordered Marky to work a butt plug up my ass—in tandem with his uncut Cock. Nigel was pissing down my throat, while Marky twisted the latex dildo in beside his dick. "YEAH, BOY! WE'RE GONNA IMPREGNATE YOU!" Show him the Dildo, Marky." It was slimey and BLOOD RED. "He's ready now, Marky. Cream away." Marky gave me another sniff, but it wasn't poppers. "Coke!" Marky grinned. "Like the stuff up your ass. You'll be a better fuck for it." Marky plowed my bleeding butt while I sucked Nigel's mammoth cock. He pissed again. "Yeah, fuckin' pig! Swallow my sick piss, you filthy slut!" Needless to say, I was preoccupied when Marky shot his cum in me. With the pervasive music, the twirling lights, Marky's tongue in my ear, his POZ Spooge dripping off my hairy Balls, and Nigel's massive rock hard rod fucking my face—I imploded from sensual overload. I started to cry. Marky spoke in singsongy, condescending voice. "Your first big test, boy; and you passed it well. Let's take a break." "NO BREAK!" I screamed. "I WANT IT NOW! I WANT NIGEL TO RAPE MY ASS!" Nigel took my face between his hands, looking deep into my teary eyes. "BEG FOR IT, SLUT! BEG FOR MY AIDS CUM!" I didn't even hesitate. I searched his deep black eyes. "IF THE DEVIL EXISTS, NIGEL, YOU'RE IT. Just give me what you got. No ifs, ands or butts." "You sure, slut? Once we start, there's no turning back. I always finish what I start. So be sure. Be very, very sure." "I'm sure," but suddenly I was scared. The drugs were wearing off. It was still early—9 PM. I could make a break for it. As I watched Marky and Nigel prepare the sling, I plotted my escape. I pulled on my trousers, grabbed my tee, and made a mad dash for the door. The doorbell rang. Shit! Nigel turned and saw me. He tackled me, inadvertently bloodying my nose, and dragged me to the sling. My fate was sealed. I'd met my match. There’d be no escaping now. To add insult to injury, I had rug burns on my knees, and puked all over my bare chest. Dressed in black leather, an Asian twink named Tuan came, in, took in the scene, and helped bind my feet and hands and clean me up. Marky prepared another cola, adding a vial of GHB. He also forced me to swallow another XTC tablet down my throat. It was either swallow it or choke. Tuan took a sniff of coke, then sprinkled some on my soiled, bloodied handkerchief and held it tightly to my lips while Marky pinched my nose. As you might expect, Nigel plunged his enormous pierced black cock up my ass, Marky's cum the only lube. I felt his P.A. searing me. While Marky kissed me, Tuan sucked my cock. I came as Nigel exploded up my Ass. Marky felched me and we kissed—our lips a crimson kaleidoscope of cum, piss and blood. After that Tuan took his turn and dumped yet another POZ LOAD up my ass. The rest was almost anticlimactic. It was 10 PM. The party had barely begun, and already I'd been bred. More guys came in. I was only half awake. I don't know how many loads I took, but one thing was for sure: I got POZZED that night. Four weeks later I was laid up with the fuck flu. Feverish though I was, my joints protesting every move, I screwed my "shield of respectability," while fantasizing about shit holes and mancunt.

These stories remind me of something that just happened couple of days ago. I was watching this dude who had just turned 18 years old for several weeks, trying to figure out if he was gay or what. My gaydar was going off the chart every time I saw him. He was kind of the Frat looking college boy who happened to live in the same apartment building as do I. One night after I was undressed, watching TV which I always do. It was around 9:00 P.M. and I heard a knock at the door. I could not imagine who the hell it was, so I pulled-on a pair of jeans and answered the door. It was that damn kid. I just stood there with my mouth, open, probably. It turned out he had lost his house key and wanted to know if I had a credit card or something that he could use to open his door as he didn't want to call the manager, thereby incurring the charge. "Sure," I answered, and, finding an old used up Wal-Mart card, handed it to him. "Thanks. I'll bring it right back. Oh, in case you don't know, I'm in 209." Now I have seen him with a girl now and then but nothing looked too serious. Needless to say, after shutting the door behind him, my hormones started racing, thinking of all kinds of things I could do to this boy. Now I had at least 20 years on him, but figured I could teach him a lesson or two. I had no poppers or anything else, but did have plenty of cold beer so I worked-up a plan for his return. My cock stirring and being a top, I was really thinking 'Hmmmm. Tonight is the night to get this guy, who I suspect is a virgin'. I have been poz for quite a few years and really never thought of gifting it. I also didn't really give it much thought at the moment other then this boy's nice looks and slender body. He must have weighed 135 to 140 lbs. Well, I was as ready as I could be. He came back within a few minutes, saying he had opened the door, but apologized because the card was mangled. Thank god it was un-usable anyway. So I casually asked him to come in and have a beer with me. Happily he accepted my invitation, and sat on the couch with a cold one. I had a movie on that just started that I had pay per view. So he from what I saw was interested in the movie so things went smoothly from there. After he had guzzled down about 8 beers during the movie, he got up and went to take a piss. Not surprisingly he was a bit off balance some on the way upstairs to the bath room. "Hmmm" again I said to myself, "This might be my only time and should take advantage of it." Now this guy was as cute as they came. Being 18 he had his boyish looks and swimmers build, I could only imagine what was under those baggy clothes. He came back down and asked if I minded he had another beer. "Of course not!" I said cheerfully. The movie ended and was on regular TV and we just made small talk and he was slurring and telling me that it was his first time at really getting buzzed and it felt good. He was sitting on the couch next to me and I got up and got a beer also, But I was no way near drinking as much as was he. I came back and sat closer to him of course and he looked slightly tired and I just let things happen. I casually reached over and put my hand on his leg and asked him if he was ok. Sure he said. But I kept my hand on his leg. Half way from his knee to his crotch. He did not move and of course my cock started to stir. Maybe just maybe tonight was my lucky night. I had not gotten off in days so had a good load brewing. I got a little brave and took my hand off his leg and then said something funny to him and slapped him on the leg and my hand of course was a little higher up his leg this time and I kept it there. I was sporting a tent in my jeans as I proudly can say I am well hung, uncut, and thick about 9 inches and 6 inches in girth. So there was not much room once things started stirring, if you know what I mean. I decided then I would get up and go to the kitchen and get some chips and of course let him see me getting aroused. I watched him and his eyes locked right on my crotch. Brought back the chips and gave him a bowl and sat down next to him again. Now I could not tell with the baggy pants if he was getting hard or it was just a wrinkle in his pants but I kept a very eagle eye on it and kept reaching down to get chips from the bowl resting in his lap making the bowl move a little each time I did this. Finally I came to the conclusion this beer-induced lad was getting horny, so I went for it. No more playing around. I removed the bowl and reached over and groped his crotch and yeah, I was right he was getting hard. He did not push my hand away but he said that he was straight and if anything happened then I was to forget about it and that just got me going more. A straight boy! Either he was lying or he was being truthful - whichever, I had to get some of his ass! I told him to stand and we stood up and of course now I was bulging a big ol hard on and I took his hand and put it on my crotch. He said "Damn" and I told him to take off his shirt which he did in a flash. He was hot and bothered. Just the way I wanted him to be. Nice body, I just could not believe it. Nice and slim just the way I like them and very little hair above his belly button. I fumbled as I was kind of nervous with his snap on his pants as I was not sure how far I could go. And then unzipped him. His pants fell to the floor. He already had his shoes off as I make people take their shoes off when they come into the house. So only thing left was the boxers which was tenting beautifully. I reached down and squeezed his hard on and he kind of groaned. I then told him to step out of his pants and to follow me upstairs to the bedroom where the lighting was dim. He staggered up behind me still hard and I got him up in the bedroom and told him to sit down on the bed but before he did that to shed the boxers. Which he did. Out popped a very nice looking juicy cut cock with average shaft. But at the same time I saw his ass in the mirror, Nice bubble butt cheeks. Damn this made me really want it. So I slowly dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth and started sucking on it. He moaned and said he always wondered what that would feel like. I had me a pure virgin here. I asked him if he had been with any girls and he said "not yet." He was still too shy around them so they even though he was cute kind of stayed away. He was sitting down so I decided it was time to show my glory and unbuttoned my pants and dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. I also had boxers on but it was very obvious I was horny. I then dropped my boxers and he looked at my uncut clean cock and said "damn" again. He said he never seen one that big only in pictures and I got closer to him and I said "taste it" He said "No, I',m straight. I replied "Look nobody will know but you and me and I really want you to suck my cock and I will suck yours." Of course I had other plans for him, but he didn't need to know that just then. So He got my root into his mouth and I pulled the skin back so he could get at the head. He could not take much of it as he would gag, so I got back on my knees and said "lay down and I will do yours." I sucked him for a few minutes and thank god for the beer, He was not a quick cummer. But I could feel the cum slowly filling his nuts and knew if I kept on I would get him off. Of course I was all in my glory as this is what I had wanted for months after he had moved in next to me. I told him to get on the bed and be doggie style and I would teach him a new trick. He readily did so asking why. I got behind him and slowly licked his back and down to his crack and then I got to the cherry. I licked it and tongue fucked it for several minutes with him saying it felt so damn good. He was glad that he was there but not to tell a soul. I promised I wouldn't. I had lube within reach which was baby oil, and I made as if I intended to give him a massage. He seemed to be keen on that so I dribbled some down his crack and slowly stuck my middle finger in. Not much but just a little and he bucked off. But I kept after him until finally he just gave up and let me put my finger up his ass. I did this until I could get 2 fingers up there and did not want to press my luck. I then without him noticing it lubed up my cum filled cock and knew damn well this was going to hurt. I almost felt sorry for him but I just had to have a piece of his ass. I got behind him and the skin was over my cock head again, but that was ok. It would move back when I did the deed. I took my legs and knees and slowly but surely spread his legs apart some more so he was really lined up. I then was ready. I put my cock head near his cherry hole and he felt what was coming and said "Hell no, You're not doing that." I of course knew all the tricks and replied "I need to get off all I want to do is put the head in and I will stop and beat off and shoot all over your back." After long moments I finally convinced him. More lube as this guy had no idea what was going to really happen to him. I stuck my cock head against his hole and slowly pushed in. He said "Dude that hurts like hell and you don't have a rubber. I said "sorry" and that I didnt need one as I was not going to cream up inside of him [Yeah! Right!] I again told him to just bite down and it would only hurt for a minute and I pressed on. I could feel my cock head slowly go past his pucker hole and the skin pulled slowly back as I went in. I just kept it there and stroked my cock for a few minutes and pressed a little more. It was like a "pop." The head was in and no protest. But I knew I still had to get the 9 inches into him and had a long way to go. I was where I wanted to be so I leaned somewhat on his back kissing and tongueing his back. He seemed to like it. Now I was ready for more and this was the end of the game. I did not want to hurt him or really rip him apart but definitely wanted all-the-way-in. I pressed onwards and sliding the shaft in. He protested, I said "dude, just hang on. Trust me - you're not gonna believe how great this will feel." You know those famous words. I then positioned myself so I could hold on to his somewhat bony waist and held on and I slowly but surely pressed on. I was half in and was fucking him with half of my cock and still he was protesting and that also I did not have a condom. I knew I was going to breed him tonight if it was the last thing I did. So with a quick movement his legs went out beneath him and on his stomach he went. I was still in him and was laying on his back with my weight on top of him. I was somewhat bigger then him so I had the advantage. I then said the hell with it. My cock head was in and about another 3 or 4 inches of the shaft. It was time for breeding. I then grabbed him around the chest and gave him a body hug, licked his ear and away I went. I sunk the rest of my thick cock into him all the way to the pubes. He let out a yell but that did not bother me. I just kept it there and let him get use to having it up his tight ass. It was hot. Here I was in a virgin ass with my thick pole. A piece of ass I have not had for some time. I then slowly pulled some out and put it back in. He just laid there kind of stunned at what was happening. His sweet ass was getting bred. I said the hell with it then and slowly pumped him until I was taking my cock out to almost the part of the head pulled out. I could even feel the foreskin go over the head a little and then I would slam it back in. It felt to a point that he was arching his back up in the air to take it. But it might have been my imagination. However this went on for what seemed quite awhile and he said "Don't cum in me" and I said "of course not." Little did he know. I had him right where I wanted him. I told him to slowly get to his knees as I wanted to make sure I was in to the hilt. He did and without my cock falling out. I then slowly picked up my speed as I knew I was going to cum pretty soon. This was too hot for me to handle. I reached around and made his cock hard and slowly stroked it with precum leaking out of it. Then the urge hit me. I pulled my cock out to the end for the last time and buried it deep into his ass up to the pubes of my bushy hair and felt my balls slap against his at the same time as I had low hangers but they were full. I was there, I shot my poz load deep inside of his tight ass. And I kept it there for a minute or so with him bitching that I had cum up his ass when he asked me not to. I was in no way getting soft and rested a minute and slowly started again. I fucked him hard and earnest for at least another 20 minutes and did the same thing and shot another poz load deep in his ass. Only he didn't know my cum was a special gift. I was done for the time being so let it get soft and fall out. It had a tinge of pink on it so I knew I had done some damage. I rolled him over and sucked on his cock and in no time he shot a huge load down my throat. He then just laid there as a rag doll, falling in and out of sleep. I cleaned up any goo that was left dripping down his sweet cock and told myself just one more load and I will be nice and let him go. I slowly turned him over and he did not protest this time. He knew it was coming and nothing he could do about it. I spread his legs and dipped my cock back into his pozzed filled cum hole and was off again. I did not need lube this time he had plenty of cum for that so I grinded my cock into him thrust after thrust and he said he was getting sore. That was ok, I thought and kept going. I put my hands and arms around his waist and lifted his ass up to my cock everytime I shoved my cock into him so he would get all that he could. I again shot another load. This was for some reason a long one. It was like I was never going to stop shooting. But of course I did. I pulled out and told him he could go home now if he wanted. He asked if I minded he just lay there for the night and I said hell no. We drifted off to sleep as he did not want to get off again. I woke up around 3:00 A.M. and had another raging hard on. And he was in the right exact position to get him again. I threw back the covers and lubed my cock and mounted him. He was sleeping but he woke up real fast when I shoved my thick 9 inches into him. I fucked him again for about 30 minutes and gave him his 4th load of poz cum. Then I reached over and felt a semi hard on so I toked on that until I got it real hard and sucked on it till he busted a nut. Then we fell asleep in earnest. Woke the next morning and he begged me not to tell anyone and I said "no way" but I wanted him to come over once in awhile just to play. He did not seem to keen on that but he did like looking at my swinging big cock. It was about 3 months after that I saw him going into the local ABS. He was not saying much to me, but even so, having broken him in, I would get him and his sweet tasting, tight ass. He was now 'one of the boys' so to speak. And if he did fuck some cunt then she was going to get pozzed. I suspect he he knew he was pozzed and did not want to tell me. I also think after I had de-flowered him, he had played around some with other guys. Otherwise I should think he would have come back to me and bitched me out about pozzing him. He didn't so that told me that he didn't really know who pozzed him, and I had done my job well. Even if he was straight, he still got bred, and had no more worries. After all, he was now one of the boys. In all shape and manner.

looking for 2 -3 bi men for group fun. must be of good size and circumcised. 6.5" and up. your status is not important and prefer not to know. Pm me for a Q&A and then ill make my selection. looking on every Tuesday so you must b open that day only. location will be in motel room. I guess its a give but just in case it BAREBACK ONLY.

Occassionally, I'll have the top start jacking me. I usually let him, but if he keeps it up, I usually move his hand away while groaning or moaning or something to signify that it's about him and not me. Usually, they take the subconcious hint. Sometimes, they go back to it. I never touch myself when in cumdump mode. If I'm getting fucked by a partner, I might at the end, but it's not my focus. His load is my focus.

I was in LA for a few days for work. After spending a day standing on my feet, I felt that I deserved a break and a massage. I found a hot guy on another site who did massages and was a top with a nice 8” dick. I made an appointment and cleaned out before heading over. We both got naked for the massage and he was really hot. Handsome, a nice hairy and fit body, and a great looking cock. When I caught a glimpse of his hairy ass, I knew we were going to do much more than a simple massage. I got on the table face down and he gave me a really good massage. When he told me to flip over, my hard cock was immediately apparent. While massaging my chest, his cock and balls would rub against my face and I stuck my tongue out to give them a few licks. When he started really stroking my cock, I told him that I wanted to eat his ass. He bent over his sofa and presented his hairy hole to me. I dove in and licked, sucked and chewed on his hot pucker, making him moan loudly. I ate his ass for about 10 minutes when he decided he wanted to fuck me. Luckily, I had cleaned out before coming over so I was ready. His profile said “condom only” but he told me he liked to fuck bare. I bent over the massage table and he slid into me. He fucked me deep and hard and was soon filling my ass with his load. After that, I dressed and went out to get an Uber back to my hotel. In the Uber, I logged onto another site to see if any of my buddies were around. One guy in WeHo was on. We had almost hooked up the previous day but it was too late for me. I asked if he wanted to fuck a seeded hole and he responded with a “fuck, yeah”. I asked the Uber if we could go to Hollywood instead and we drove that way. I had to wait outside for a little while when I got there but my too showed up soon. He is bi and didn’t want to suck or kiss, but he loved to rim my ass and fuck me. We played for over an hour before he loaded me up with my second load of the night. Now I went back to the hotel and found a hot, young, hairy, uncut guy who wanted to do a late night hookup. I asked if he wanted to come over and he told me he’d be there around 1 AM. He liked ripe pits and cummy holes so I laid naked on the bed to wait for him. When he showed up, he was way hotter than his pics. He quickly stripped down too and I started sucking his uncut cock. He really wanted to fuck and told me he could cum a few times. He entered my cum filled ass easily and shot his first load. He went off to clean out and shower, so I played with my ass while he was away. He came out, all clean and sexy, and laid down next to me. Now, we got into some kissing, rimming and sucking before he shoved his thick cock into me and gave me another load. We cuddled and fooled around some more until he was ready again. This time was slow and sensuous and it took him a long time to cum meh worked all the loads inside me into a nice frothy mixture before dumping his last load of the night into me. I cleaned off his spent cock, enjoying the taste of the cum and my ass on it. That night, I took 5 loads from 3 guys. It was hot riding around from fuck to fuck in an Uber, with my ass loaded up but the driver totally unaware. I look forward to repeating this on another trip soon.

HOT question ! I know I started earlier ( 12 yrs old ) with my family I was raised by - the neighborhood but I think 15 or 16 might be a perfect age ! Love and Adore young males - huge dicks and tight sweet pussy cunt holes ! I hope I can hear from others ! Thank You ! single and vers here !

It's been a week since I last got bred. That fact had been driving me crazy, but since last Thursday I've been at the beach and there aren't that many guys away from the city. Today I got back though and went straight downtown to the bathhouse to try and get some loads. I rented a private room as soon as I got there, got my hole cleaned up and went out to prowl the joint. This fit-as-fuck Venezuelan guy kept looking at me a soon as I got out so I approached him and we started making out. As I got there pretty early, around 4 PM, the place was almost empty and he wanted to set up a little show for the few guys that were around, so right in the middle of the steam room he pulled out his dick and drove my head towards it. I swallowed it whole, while two other guys watched and jerked off. The Venezuelan had some poppers, gave me some, took a hit himself and drove his shaft all the way in my throat, holding the back of my head as he fucked my face hard, not minding my gagging and coughing noises. "I'm gonna cum," he grunted, not, however, pausing in face-fucking me, which he continued doing until he shot his load down my throat. I got up, made out with him for a bit and without saying a word and trying to keep his cum from going down my throat, left for the bathroom. I got into a stall and gagged onto my hand until his cum came out. I crouched down and with the poppers still ringing in my head, relaxed my hole and got as much of the Venezuelan's cum into it as I could. I've never done anything like this before, but the need to have that hot guy's DNA in my body was to great to resist, so I didn't hesitate. I was gonna have that load in my ass, no matter what. I walked out of the stall and immediately saw an older, heavy guy, definitely not pretty, who was peeing. He also was doing a pretty lousy job of covering-up his beer can-thick dick. I checked his cock out, making sure he saw that I was craving dick and nothing more and he nodded me into getting back into one of the stalls. I did and he knocked a few seconds later. He stepped into the stall, which was somewhat ridiculous: the two of us could barely fit in together. Fortunately there was a bit more room at the floor level, so I knelt and blew him. That big piece of meat grew and grew and kept of growing, until, in spite of it already being all the way down my throat, its girth got too thick for me and it started to really hurt and I had to pull it out. I turned around, he stuck a finger into my hole and said "Nice, you're already wet." He got the tip of his dick next to it and started pushing in slowly, taking his time, for which I was grateful. I'm not a big guy, 5'4", and he looked to be over 6 feet, so with me standing on my tip toes and him somewhat crouching, getting his dick to slide into my hole took some work. And the girth didn't help. I scooped up the Venezuelan guy's cum from my cheeks and perineum, using it to lube up his big bear's dick, and I finally felt the *pop* that goes with getting a really thick dick into you. He slid the rest of the way in and, grabbing onto the stall, proceeded to relentlessly fuck me, holding onto my shoulders, pushing my body against his dick, getting his dirty fingers into my mouth and spitting in it - which I fucking loved. There's something special about being manhandled by a guy you know you're fucking just because his dick is big and it's gonna give you a load. It makes me feel like the cumdump I love being. I makes me feel like nothing else matter but the dick. He announced he would cum soon and I started squeezing and releasing my ass to the rhythm of his thrusts. That got him moaning even more and, with his big hand on top of my head pushing me down while pushing himself deeper, dropped a load into my guts that made all the meat on his body shake. I realized while he came that I'd managed to use this guy's cock to push the Venezuelan's cum into me while also getting another load in the process and that thought plus the feeling of that dick in me made me cum a little bit. After that he got his towel around him and left. I walked onto the little dark room by the terrace on the first floor and found it empty. I turned around to leave and saw that a couple of guys had followed me. They were a little taller than me, bodies that had clearly never been to the gym and faces I couldn't quite make out, but one of them had a HUGE bulge under his towel so I grabbed one of his nipples with one hand and his dick with the other, while the third guy took my towel off and started eating my ass. "Salty", was all he said while the hung guy sat down and I started blowing him, and the rimmer shoved his dick in me. I couldn't believe I was getting bare dick this easily on a weekday. I got fucked hard and fast and got another load in me without it being announced. His dick wasn't that big and I really wasn't paying much attention to the guy but for the occasional ass squeeze while he came. When he left it was just the hung guy and me in the dark room and I felt a hand making me turn around and a dick poking my leg. Yes, more bare dick and a really big one this time around. I sat on it and felt the joy that comes with being truly full of dick. The rush of not even having seen this guy's face, the thrill of just being a hole for him while him also being just a dick stirring the other three loads in me. I was grabbed by the waist and the fucking dude just stood up with him still inside of me. I was wet from sweat and slipped a little, which made his dick open my hole in a weird and painful way. I yelled that he was hurting me and he just turned around, said "Get on all fours and don't complain, whore", and put me against the place he was sitting in a second ago. He didn't wait for me to get comfortable, he didn't even wait for me to have all my limbs down before he started fucking me. "I'm gonna take a while", he said, and pushed his dick all the way it could go in. I could feel my second sphincter opening up, but it hurt like hell, my body was clenching up and my dick was oozing cum out of the excitement. Pain was bad, pleasure up there with it, and the continuous loud fucking was drawing some shadows into the little dark room. Soon this guy sat close to my head and pulled out a nice average dick. I sucked on it, not even trying to jerk myself off as all I could do was focus on being a good willing hole. The guy I was blowing took a little poppers bottle out out of nowhere and gave me a hit and that fucking did it. The hung top fucking me took the queue and shoved his dick all the way in and the pain gave way to pleasure as I could feel my fucking soul opening up at the same time my second sphincter did, letting him truly all the way in. "Give me some poppers," the top said and took the biggest hit ever. "I'm leaving it there, bitch", he said and fucked me hard, moaning and yelling, as some guys watched him wrecking my hole. With a big final plow he grunted "I'm cumming," at the same time blowing his load as far in as his dick would go, leaving me sore, leaving my balls emptied of cum, leaving my ass with four loads and leaving my head with the knowledge that I had them all the real way in. I got up, took my towel, thanked the guy for the load, showered and left, arriving at home some time later. Now, several hours later, I can barely sit. My underwear is wet from my hole dripping cum, but I'm trying to keep it squeezed as I worked hard to earn those loads. I'll be going out later tonight in the hope I can find more loads to take. I'll write about whatever happens.

Well here comes the price gouge effect that without some quality insurance and/or financial assistance this drug will be out of the range for some people. Oh lets not all going dancing in the street either; I just read this, "...43 percent of the trial’s participants achieved HIV RNA suppression." So there is only a 43% chance of this new drug working in clinical trial patients...well in my mind that is fantastic news less your one of those fortunate few this new drug works on, the rest have a grim future still waiting for them.

Background: I'm a 26 year old shy Asian. Twinkish build, working on those muscles I'm 5'5 130lb. Pretty cute I think. Pretty shy also so typically just get into some body contact, jerking off, and oral. Rarely do anything anal unless have been with the person for a while, and always with a condom. So this happened this past Superbowl, for those that don't know it's a large sport event in the US. I was home alone pretty bored and horny. Went on Craigslist just to look around and see what's going on around town. I saw an ad that read: "Looking for some fun before the big game. 42 years old daddy here. Come get naked and play with my 7in cut hard cock. Looking to jerk off and blow a load on your body. Love petite boys that likes big dicks. Got buddies coming over later to watch the game with, so come over now and work out a load." Attached to the ad was a photo of 7inches of hard dick with a slight curve upwards. I emailed him my info, hoping that I'll be able to jerk him off and watch him blow a big load before the game tonight. He replied very quickly, introducing himself as Eric. He told me his guests will arrive around 6 and that he would like to blow a load before they arrived. It was only 2 so there should be plenty of time. Eric told me he shared the house with a housemate who was out buying stuff for the party and shouldn't be back anytime soon. I replied and told him I would be interested in coming for some fun. Eric gave me the address, I mapped it and began my drive over. It was about a 35 min drive from my place, but since I was bored at home anyway a nice drive would be good. I arrived at a townhouse, seemed nice and big on the outside. I sent him a message to let him know I've arrived. Few seconds later the door opens and this 5'11 fit/semi-muscular daddy is standing there. He let's me in but before I could say anything, he raises a finger up to his lips to indicate we needed to be quiet. I was little confused, but I followed his lead as he walked into the house. We walk up a flight of stairs to his living room and kitchen floor. There were bags of chips and beer on the table ready for the party this evening. He guides me up another set of stairs which I figure would be where all the bedrooms are. As I walk up, I hear sounds from one of the rooms. I figured it must be a tv. Then I heard a person's laughter. Eric puts his finger to his lips again as he guides me to one of the rooms upstairs walking past the room with the noise. He closes the door, and we finally got ourselves introduced. Eric tells me his housemate returned early from shopping and was now pre-gaming in his room, drinking and watching TV. He says that as long as we remained pretty quite it will be fine. That was fine with me, im not a loud cummer when im just jerking off, and also i wanted to play with this hot daddy's hard dick. I could tell from the buldge in his pants that he was ready from some jerking off. I guess Eric saw either the nervousness or shyness in me, and he guided me to have a seat on the bed. As I sat down, Eric began to remove his shirt revealing his fit toned body. He had light blondish hair on his chest and a set of hot abs that clearly show he has been working out. He proceeded to take off his shorts. As he slid the shorts down his hard 7 inches sprung to life. Eric walked back over and sat next to me as he began stroke his hard 7 inches. The glistening of some precum leaking onto the big head of his cock. Eric looked at me and said "take off your clothes for me". I did as I was told, I stood up and began undressing, first my shirt then my pants. He saw my hard 6 inches of uncut dick. He commented on how I must have liked the sight of his dick cause I got a little wet spot from the precum of my dick. I sat back down next to him as I began jerking on my dick, looking at him stroke his hard cock. After some stroking, he saw my interest in his dick and said "if you like it, feel free to touch it and feel it with your own hands" as he released his hard cock from his hand and offered it to let me jerk it. I reached over and began to jerk his hard cock. Eric dick was very hard, felt like a brick and was very veiny. Eric reached and began playing with my cock as well, slowly moving to massage my balls and tickle the spot right below my balls. We jerked for a bit longer and Eric said to me "don't be nervous or shy, you seemed tensed, here why don't you lay down and I give you a quick massage". I nodded in agreement, would be nice to feel Eric's strong hands rubbing my body. I got onto the bed and layed down. Eric had me rotate so that my head was near the edge of the bed and so he could stand and reach my back and massage me. Eric but a little bit of oil on his hands and began rubbing my shoulders and back with this strong hands. It felt great. And if I opened my eyes I could see Eric's hard 7 inches moving back and forth as he went up and down my back. I was in bliss, Eric's strong warm hands felt great on my body. I felt really relaxed and was even starting to doze off by how great it felt. In between dozes, I'll open my eyes to see his hard dick moving in front of me. After a while, as Eric began to rub my butt, I could feel his hard dick gliding across my face, touching my ear. He kept doing this for a while and I it actually felt pretty nice, I could feel the warmth of his dick on my face. He straightened up and went back to massaging my shoulders. He readjusted my head so that it was pointer forward. He continued to work my shoulders and slowly worked his way down my body as he leaned over. I felt the warm tip of his dick on my forehead. He leaned in closer, his big balls rubbed against my nose. They felt heavy and warm. He pulls back, applying pressure from my ass towards my shoulders. He then pushes back down my back slowly. This time the warm tip of hard dick rubs againsts my lips. He pauses there with the tip on my lips. I could feel the precum from the tip spreading onto my lips. He pulls back a bit and pushes forward again. This time my lips parted as his hard cock slides slowly into my mouth. I could taste his precum on my tongue, coating the inside of my mouth as he slide in deeper. I felt the warmth from the tip of his dick, hit the back of my mouth. He continued to push a little bit more in, as the tip slips into my throat. He slides his cock slowly out and back in, filling my mouth and throat, each stroke testing the limits of my throat. By now I can feel his precum lubing up my throat, allowing him to slide in and out deeper and quicker as he fucked my mouth. Felt real good, having his strong hands applying pressure on my back, and I assume to also give him the grip/support to fuck my mouth. He slowly slides his hard dick out of my mouth, a string of precum connected my lips and the tip of his cock. Eric tells me how good my mouth and throat felt. He went back to rubbing my back, his hard dick rubbing across my face again, smearing his precum on my cheeks. I try to angle it so it would slide back into my mouth, but was unsuccessful. He pulls back and tells me to wait a sec as he got into a better position to massage me. Eric climbs onto the bed behind me, and I felt the familiar strong hands rubbing my shoulders again. His warm cock layed ontop of my left ass cheek. I felt it's warmth, heaviness and hardness. He rubbed down my back and began really massaging my ass with his strong arms. He had each of my ass cheeks in his hands as he squeezed them. Eric moved onto massage my legs, going down my thighs and then back up, His fingers brushed against my exposed balls as he went back to massaging my ass. Every once in a while, he'll spread my little ass cheeks apart as he massages them. As I'm all relaxed beneath him and he had my cheeks spread open, I felt a sudden warmth on my hole. It felt warm and wet, and it pryed its way to open my tight hole. Eric had a long tongue, and I could feel it come into me. His tongue felt great on my little hole. Eric takes a little break to tell me how much he likes my tight little hole, before returning to eating my asian hole deeply. Eric slides his tongue out of my well lubed hole and resumed massaging up my back. He massages up my body, his hands moving up my arms, as he presses his body against mine. I can feel the weight of his body on top of me. I can clearly feel his strong chest on my back, even the light hair that he has on his chest. This warm body massaged mine. I felt his hard dick sliding on my ass, looking for the crack. Eric's hard dick finds the crack and nests inself between it, as he uses his whole body to massage me. My well lubed hole and his precum provided for the lubricant Eric needed to slide his hard dick up and down my crack. He held down my hand and pinned me down with his weight as his cock rubbed against my hole. The tip of his dick teasing my little hole with each stroke. I felt the head of his dick pressing against my tight hole. His eating of my ass and his natural precum gave it enough lubricant to part the lips of my tight hole slightly. I resisted a little, and told him I wasn't looking to get topped. Eric replies back to, "Don't worry, I wasn't going to. First wouldn't do that without a condom, but also your hole is very tight don't think I would fit in there. It's so tight and hot, I just wanted to massage every part of you and help you relax those tight muscles. If you feel that it hurts or if you don't like it we can stop." I thought about it for a second, it was very hot feeling every part of Eric massaging me. I said back to Eric "Okay, just don't go in." Eric continued the massage, his hard muscles rubbing against me and his hard dick rubbing against my hole. Every once in a while, the tip of his dick would try to open up my hole, but I guess he was right, I was pretty tight and he wouldn't fit in me. He continued to massage my hole with the tip of his dick. As my muscles relaxed more, I guess he was able to get a little more in, to the point I could feel that my hole has started to adjust. But Eric was true to his word, besides just teasing my hole with the tip of his dick, he didn't push to go any further. He continued to rub his dick and precum against my hole and ass. Feeling all of Eric's muscle working on my body felt great and relaxing. I felt a little pain/stretch at my hole. Eric had slipped the head of his hard dick into my tight hole. I winced from the pain and Eric quickly pulled his hard did back out of my hole. "Sorry I slipped a little and the head went in. Are you okay? Didn't hurt did it?" I responded, "it's ok only hurt a bit" "Boy, your ass is so hot, and my God your hole is tight. Some more of my cock rubbing against your hot ass and I'm going to cum. You want me to cum? I cum a lot." "Yeah that would be hot. You can cum on my back if you like." "I would like that, rub against your hot ass some more and I'll slide up and cum on you." I nodded in agreement. "Here arch you back and push your ass up. That way I can control my dick rubbing against you better and we can prevent any accidentally slipping into your hole. Wouldn't want to hurt your hot ass." I followed his instructions and lifted my ass off the bed and arched my back. "Fuck that's a hot sight your ass is perfect boy. Your cock is hard too, why don't you jerk it as I rub against your ass." I reached back with my right hand to start jerking my cock. It was pretty hard to stay balanced with only my left hand supporting me. Eric placed his strong hands on my ass stabilizing me so I could jerk off as he resumed rubbing his hard dick against my hole. Was a little wobbly from the I'm balance, but I think we got into a workable position. How strong hands held my ass still allow me to jerking my cock and him to rub his dick on my ass. Every once in a while the tip of his dick would enter my little hole. Once or twice I could tell the head of his dick was in me cause I could feel the extra stretch/pull, but it was fine since he would quickly slide back out and resume his rubbing. I assume his dick's slight probes of my hole turned him on. I could tell that Eric was getting closer. His grip to my sides became firmer and the speed of his hard dick rubbing against me was getting quicker. I continued to jerk my hard dick, which is now leaking lots of precum onto Eric's sheets. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain from the lips of my tight hole being stretched apart. I felt Eric's big heavy balls against my ass, his 7 inches fully buried inside my hole. I felt the head of Eric's hard dick slamming against the deepest parts of my ass. My left hand gives way to the force and I fall flat onto his bed, as Eric falls on top of me. Eric's hand holds down my shoulders, his hands and weight pinning me onto the bed as he slides his dick in and out of me quickly. I yelp from the sudden shock and pain of the intrusion of my tight ass. I can feel Eric in the deepest parts of my little hole. I try to resist, but to no avail. Then I felt it, Eric's hard cock was pulsing within my hole. I could feel each pulse, and the cum that followed it. I felt his cum hitting hard against the walls of my ass. 7..8..9..10 large pulses of cum flooded my hole. My hole was filled with Eric's dick and cum. I could feel some of his cum slowly leaking from my hole, can imagine how big of a load Eric had saved up and just deposited into my tight ass. I tried to resist and get out from under Eric. But his strong arms and weight still had me pinned. His dick although not as hard as a rock like before, was still pretty hard and anchored in my ass. My ass hurt when I tried to struggle from beneath him. He says to me, "Damn that's a tight hole, didn't think I could fit in there. Your little hole is so hot boy, I just could resist." I attempt to struggle a bit more, trying to get out from beneath him, but realize my attempts are futile. Eric's got more muscles and weight on me. "Oh don't need to try and get out boy, I'm deep inside you right now. You said you wanted to come over and make me cum a big load right. You did a great job at it. I told you I would cum a lot right. Boy just relax, I still got more cum for you." I realize my struggles will do me no good. I was defeated and all I could do was bury my face into his bed. Seeing my defeat Eric, slowly massages his dick inside my cummy hole. Moving in slow strokes, driving his cum deeper into me. Eric says to me "Good boy, might have to keep you around, love the feeling of your tight hole milking my cock. Do you feel it? I'm getting hard again. I can go multiple times boy, let's see how much you can milk out of my cock before the big game tonight." Eric continues to slide in and out of my hole, his cum working as his natural lunricant. Soon the pain that I felt in my hole has mostly subsided and was replaced with a sense of pleasure. I can still feel some of the pain but the major pain from having my hole stretched out is now gone. Eric knew he had me in his control, he relaxed his pinning on me and continued to massage his dick with my hole. I could feel his cum getting pushed deeper into me while some of his cum leaked out of my tight hole each time he pulled outwards. Soon he was doing longer strokes of his big cock into me, knowing that I won't be resisting anymore. It certainly started to feel better with only some pain left from the stretching. My head was still buried into his bed, I arched my back again in hopes that my raised butt can give him the satisfaction he needed so that this situation can end. Eric took it as an invitation to slowly pull almost all the way out and pushing it all the way back in till I felt his balls on mine. He was right, he does have a lot of cum built up. I can still feel the heaviness of his balls when they hit mine. To some extent I was actually beginning to enjoy myself. I then felt it, as Eric's hands were now gripping my sides again, I felt another set of hands on my face, adjusting my head up and forward. My head was lifed up a bit and I opened my eyes to see what was going on. My eyes opened to a large thick cook pointing right at the entrance of my mouth. The cock moved closer and began to invade my mouth. It was a thick cock, much thicker than Eric's and it was pushing my mouth to its limits. My teary eyes looked up to see another muscular man staring back at me. If I thought Eric was hot with his muscles, this guy was a god. He had a perfectly chiseled body with hard abs and a strong hairy red chest. His red hair added to his fieryness and masculine demeanor. --Will continue to write my experiences when I can. Being a grad student and a new boy serving two daddies takes lots of my time.

FT. LAUDERDALE - Combining a few fucks for this one. First of all, still dating the sexy porn-star bottom twink. Have put several loads in him recently. The hottest load so far was while my 91 year old grandfather was watching TV in the den we fucked on my bed with the door open. Gramps was about 20 feet away with no obstacles to stop the noise of my balls slapping against my boy's butt. My boy literally had to put a pillow over his face because he was moaning and begging daddy to fuck him. We also played out on my condo balcony the other night, 10 stories up, overlooking other condo's, the ocean and the intracoastal waterway. In that scene I pulled down his shorts and sucked his 9 inch cock to completion. On Thursday I decided to be a total slut and I fucked 3 guys. First was my regular twink bottom that I've made an XTube video with. The next was a cumdump that was taking loads while hooded. He's 25 and I was load 12. The last was this Latin 22 year old hottie that was being whored out by his buddy. I found him ass up, sucking his buddies cock. I bred him and left. Was a nice scene. Friday I went to Slammer and didn't stay long. Weird crowd, I hadn't been in forever. I took 1 load in the gloryhole booth then left to go see my boy-toy dancing at one the local strip clubs. Fun times! Heading to MEMPHIS for the next 3 days. Any one wanna breed?

last night in las Vegas. On holiday met this German in the Venetian ended up going up to his room. Nice thick long cock with a PA. Kissed sucked each other cocks, loads of nipple play. Then he rimmed me for about 5 minutes, the teased my ass hole with his uncut PA cock. Slowly pushing his cock up my ass. Must of taken 10 minutes, by this time i was begging him to fuck me. Which he did, he fucked in every position possible, he flipped me over so I was on my back and made me cum all over my chest. he didn't stop fucking me. pinning me down legs over his shoulders he power fucked my ass, calling me all sorts of things in German. I thought i couldn't take it any more then he shoves poppers under my nose. I willingly inhale, big mistake, this turned him on even more. He eventually shot his load deep in my ass. Then as I sucked his cock clean he ate my ass out, spun round and kissed me sharing what he ate out my ass. He fucked me 2 more times. Each time as intense as the first, going back for round 2 tonight

What a shitty attitude

I laughed and said “Sorry, it wasn’t really what I planned.” “You might not have planned it, but they sure did. They’ve been talking about it all week” Ty told me. “What?” was all I could say, shocked that they would want to fuck me that bad. New meat, I guess. Ty had a big grin on his face and I could see he wanted to say something, but was trying to figure out how to say it. He reached down and grabbed my semi hard cock and then looked back at me. “So, do you fuck as well as you get fucked?” he asked and his grin got even bigger. Ty really wasn’t my type. I liked him but he just didn’t get me going sexually. He was blonde haired and shaved most of his body hair. He had nice muscles and a cute butt, but again - shaved. I was actually surprised that he would even want me to fuck him, since most twinky jocks never seemed interested in furry guys like me. “Me? Uh, yeah. I like to fuck too. I… uh… usually use condoms though” I said to Ty. “Could have fooled me. You took those guy’s bare cocks really well and didn’t put up a fight” Ty replied. “Yeah, I don’t know what came over me. It just felt so good and I was kind of trapped” I responded. “Well, its your choice, but I prefer it raw. And hopefully you didn’t blow your load getting fucked, cuz I want you to give me a nice big load of cum” Ty said with a wink. I blushed, not being used to guys talking about sex this freely. Ty grabbed my hand and led me over to another bed. We started to make out and I pulled him tight, my sweaty fur against his smooth skin. Our hands explored each other’s bodies and I started to run my finger up and down between his ass crack. I could feel him moaning into our kiss and our kisses got more passionate. My cock was so hard it almost hurt. I realized that we had gotten over by the bed and I hadn’t picked up a condom, but then I felt some cum run down my leg from my ass and realized at this point it didn’t matter. I placed both of my hands on Ty’s butt cheeks and pulled him up off the floor while we kissed. He wrapped his legs around me and had his arms around my neck. I pulled him up and felt my cock free itself from being trapped between us and was now sticking out and slightly up like it usually was when hard. I lowered him back down and my cock rested along his crack. I moved to the edge of the bed and laid him down on his back and pushed him to the middle of the bed. He let go of my body and I leaned back and rolled him on his shoulders. His hairless hole looked up at me and winked. I growled and buried my face between his muscular mounds, my bushy beard against his skin as my tongue attacked his hole. I lapped at it and then pushed my tongue in. I could taste cum and that was a new sensation for me and all it did was get me more excited. Ty’s ass and my beard were coated in spit. I lowered his body down and dripped more spit on to my rigid cock. My cock was leaking and the head of my cut cock was glistening. I was almost as nervous the first time I fucked a guy and wondered how much different a bare fuck would be to a condom fuck. I pushed my cock against Ty’s spit slick hole. After the initial resistance, my cock slid into his tight pussy. The feeling was amazing with his body gripping my raw cock with no barrier in between. I almost came right away but I wanted to enjoy this a lot longer. My cock went deeper into Ty’s hole until my bushy pubes were resting on his hairless butt. I looked at his face and the expression told me how much he enjoyed my cock inside him. I began to fuck him and the sensations of a skin on skin fuck spurred me on to fuck harder. “Oh fuck! You look so sexy on top of me. I love getting fucked by bears and cubs” Ty said as my cock drilled in and out of him. My fur was matted and I was dripping sweat onto his smooth skin. “You like hairy guys like me fucking that boyhole of yours?” I responded. “Oh god yeah! Real men fucking and breeding me” Ty said. “Yeah, my raw cock fucking that pussy of yours until I fill you with my seed. That’s what you need, right Ty?” I grunted. I had never had any one really talk to me while I was fucking them, but his words got me more aroused and I started to get into it. “Fuck yeah! Breed me! Fill me with your cum!” Ty yelled and several people stopped and looked our way as I was fucking him even harder. My breathing got heavy and I grunted each time my cock slammed into Ty’s ass. I was afraid I was hurting him, but his look of lust and desire told me he wanted it hard. I felt my balls tingling and getting tighter and my cock swell even thicker than normal. I looked straight into Ty’s eyes as my cock exploded, pumping what seemed like a gallon of cum into his guts. I was growling like a bear as my body shook and my cock spurted over and over with my cum. The feeling of my cum coating Ty’s insides and then covering my cock was amazing. My cock remained hard and I started to thrust in and out of Ty’s cum filled hole. He looked up at me when I didn’t stop and I went back to fucking him. Cum was running out of his ass as I shoved in and coating my pubes. There was a frothy white ring around his hole and my cock. I couldn’t believe how good it felt and now knew why guys wanted to fuck raw. I pounded Ty for several more minutes until my balls had reloaded and were getting ready to shoot another load inside him. This orgasm wasn’t as loud or energetic as the first, but it still felt amazing. More of my seed pumped into his hungry hole and after the last twitch I fell forward and kissed him passionately. When I got back up, I looked around and we had an audience of 5 or 6 guys who were clapping and patting me on my back. I guess I had made an impression as a versatile bareback fucker, since several guys gave me their numbers.

Last night. A guy (late 30s) I have seen online for a long time because he lives pretty close to me. But his byline is "Big dicked hairy bottom. Safe Only". So I never paid attention to his profile and was surpsrised when I got a message from him saying he was horny and asking if I wanted some fun. My initial reaction was to reply "Read the fucking profile!". But politely told him I'm a bottom too in case he hadn't noticed.... He replied he was more versatile now and was in the mood to top. Sent me a few pics that made my mouth water. Juicy fat dick and a hairy muscle ass. Lost my regular Saturday night FB and my last loads were more than a week ago, two real quickies from young guys. I was horny as fuck for some real action. Had a great time with this guy. Asked for a condom at first and hesitated when I told him I didn't have any (white lie, I do have some old ones). I guess he was too horny at that point to leave and just went for it. Sucked his delicious thick dick before he told me to get on all fours. He liked doggy. From slow fuck to hard pounding and everything in between. Took him a long time to cum (which I didn't mind ;-) and then stuck around for while. We just chatted and made out until he was ready again. Knowing what it feels like being a bottom has it advantages I guess as he exactly knew how to push my buttons. Shot my load all over my bed while he was pounding me the 2nd time. When he left he said he still likes to take it up the ass but he wouldn't mind fucking me some more when he was in the mood to top (and it is convenient I live so close....). You're welcome anytime buddy! Quite sexy too if you like the preppy business type. Hope to see him again soon.

Thanks. Don't worry, they'll be back. Meanwhile, back at home... ------------- Part 42 - Frat Party Ryan was walking out of the library on campus and heard someone running up behind him. “Hey, Ryan. Hold up” came from a familiar voice. It was Ken, from one of his classes. Ryan had fooled around with Ken a few times before he met Steven, but Ken could never decide if he was gay or straight and Ryan was got sick of going from fuck buddy to “I don’t know you” and back. “Hi Ken, what’s up” Ryan said as he stopped and turned. “We’re having a party at the house tomorrow night for the gay and bi guys in the fraternity to try and make them feel more included” Ken said. “Oh yeah, he was in a frat and thats why he didn’t want to come out” Ryan thought to himself. “Oh? That’s cool” Ryan replied. “I was wondering if you would be interested in coming to the party. Its a freebie event and won’t be too fancy but we will have a DJ and drinks” Ken said enthusiastically. “I don’t know. I’ll have to check with my boyfriend first. I think he had something planned tomorrow” Ryan said, knowing the last part was a lie but would give him an excuse to not go. Ken pulled a card out of his bag and handed it to Ryan and said “Cool. I know its short notice but hopefully you can make it, even for a short time. Bring your boyfriend or anyone else you want as long as they’re gay-friendly. Some of the guys want a slutty clothes theme, but jeans and a tee are fine.” “Ok. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow” Ryan said as he started to walk towards his car. When he got back to Steven’s apartment he told him about the party. “I’m not really keen on frat parties, but I’ve never heard of a gay friendly one before. It’s free, though, and both of us have the night off… Maybe we can go for a little while and leave if it sucks” Steven said. “Or maybe we can enjoy the apartment to ourselves and fuck like rabbits like we did last night” Ryan replied. “Hehe, that was fun, but I think it would be good to get out and see how the unfucked guys around campus are” Steven said back with a chuckle. “Uh… is it ok if we hook with other guys at the party?” Ryan asked. “Sure! It will be fun to fuck other guys and then come home and see how much better you are” Steven said. Ryan laughed and said “Whew, I wasn’t sure how you were going to take it when I asked. It just might be weird seeing each other fuck someone else” Steven walked over and hugged Ryan before saying “Actually, I think it would be pretty hot. As long as the guy I go home with is you.” “Cool. I think I’ll invite Jeff along. It will be good for him to get out and meet more gay guys” Ryan said and Steven nodded. The next night there was a knock at the door. Steven opened the door and it was Jeff. They hugged and Steven closed the door. “Have you ever been to a frat party, Jeff?” asked Steven. “No, I’ve only been to a couple dorm parties and those were kind of geeky theme parties - Harry Potter, Star Wars. Things like that” Jeff replied. Ryan walked out of the bedroom and smiled. “Hi Jeff, glad you decided to go” Ryan said. “To be honest, I’m fucking horny. I haven’t been fucked in over a week. My cock starts leaking as soon as I see any half-sexy guy” Jeff said before turning bright red, realizing he had said too much. “Hmm, maybe we should pre-lube that hole before the party then” Steven said rubbing his crotch. Ryan pushed Jeff to the middle of the room and Jeff unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his shirt off. Ryan and Steven were naked almost as quickly and Jeff got on his knees. He went back and forth between the semi-hard cocks, working them to full length. Steven and Ryan were kissing while Jeff devoured their cocks. Steven enjoyed feeling Jeff’s warm mouth and tongue on his cock but wanted to fuck him even more. While Jeff was sucking Ryan, he went and got the bottle of lube off the table from the fun of the night before and handed it to Ryan who was pushing Jeff on to all fours. Steven stuffed his cock back into Jeff’s mouth and Ryan spread his ass apart and forced his tongue into his hole. Jeff was moaning as he slobbered over Steven’s rigid shaft, taking it down his throat with no gagging at all. Steven was surprised and decided to see just how good the cocksucking training that Joe and Kyle had given Jeff was and held his head pushing his cock in all the way and holding. “One… two… three..” Steven counted with his cock inside Jeff’s throat. When he got to twenty and there was no visible or audible complaint from Jeff he pulled back and heard him quietly gasp for air. “Fuck, dude. That’s amazing” Steven said and Jeff swallowed his cock once more. Ryan wasn’t sure he was going to need any artificial lube with the amount of spit he had pushed into Jeff’s ass. He just put some on his now raging hard cock and stood up behind Jeff. He pushed and felt Jeff’s hole just start to suck his cock in. He gazed at Steven and grinned and both began to fuck each end. When one of them would thrust in hard, Jeff would grunt otherwise he was moaning in pleasure. Ryan was rocking his hips back and forth giving Jeff the full length of his cock and enjoying Jeff’s greedy hole for only the second time. He had been tempted many times, but had never asked Kyle for permission to fuck Jeff and knew that Jeff wouldn’t do it without Kyle’s approval. Ryan started to pump harder and held firmly on to Jeff’s hips. He could see Steven straining to not cum and felt his own balls begin to churn. His strokes got faster and could feel Jeff work his ass muscles to encourage his impending orgasm. Ryan screamed out as he felt the first shot pump into Jeff’s chute. Several ropes of bug filled cum coated Jeff’s guts and both of them moaned at the feeling. Ryan started to pull out of Jeff’s hole and was suddenly pushed aside as Steven was desperate to breed Jeff too. Ryan caught himself and moved in front of Jeff, who eagerly began licking the cum from his cock and crotch while getting pummeled from behind by Steven. Steven didn’t last very long since Jeff’s oral skills had kept him close to cumming. He pounded furiously at Jeff’s pussy without one complaint from Jeff. He grunted a few times and on the third one, blew his charged load deep inside Jeff, mixing it with Ryan’s. He slowly pulled out, pushing back in any cum that tried to escape. He moved next to Ryan and let Jeff bob back and forth between them, making sure that he licked all of the cum off both cocks. Jeff sat back in a proper slave pose and looked up at Ryan and Steven with a huge grin. “Damn you are a fucking great bottom, Jeff” Steven said. “Yeah, he is” Ryan said. Jeff blushed and said “Thanks.” Ryan went into Steven’s room and came back seconds later. “Jeff, stand up.” Jeff did as he was told and had a curious look on his face. Ryan reached down and unlocked the cage surrounding Jeff’s cock. Jeff’s partially stiff cock sprung free of it’s confines and he moaned. “Kyle gave us the key and told us to use it when we wanted. Tonight, you get to choose - top or bottom. Have fun at the party and maybe fuck a horny frat boy” Ryan said. “Thank you, sir” Jeff replied. Jeff walked into Kyle and Joe’s room and came back with a butt plug and bent over and inserted it in his ass. Steven and Ryan chuckled at the sight and nodded in approval. The three of them got dressed and headed off to the party. As they walked toward the front door of the fraternity house, they heard some techno music coming from inside and a young guy wearing only tight shorts went running past them and in through the door. “Was that glitter in his hair?” Steven asked. “Yeah” replied Jeff. “I have a feeling this is going to be a crazy party” Ryan said. They walked in the front door and there were a couple guys behind the table. One was Ken, Ryan’s one-time fuck buddy. Both were shirtless, Ken wearing bright pink tight running shorts and the other guy tight jeans and a glow stick ring around his neck. “Hey, Ryan. Glad you could join us!” Ken said exuberantly. “Hi, Ken. This is my boyfriend Steven and my roommate Jeff” Ryan said over the pounding music. He looked around and no one seemed to be wearing shirts. Some seemed to be oiled up like at a bodybuilding competition and he caught more than a few dressed only in jockstraps or thongs. “Cool. Welcome guys. We need to see ID’s and we’ll give you wristbands to get beer or spiked punch. There’s water too and some soda. They handed over their ID’s and Ken said to Jeff “Wow, you’re under 21. You looked a bit young. You don’t get a wristband and we can’t serve you alcohol. I’m sure you’ll have fun anyway.” Jeff looked embarrassed but took his ID back. Ken gave Steven and Ryan their rainbow colored wristbands and they walked into the main room. Jeff followed Steven and Ryan into the party. Ken popped up behind them and put his arms around all three. “You can mingle around. Theres a lot of guys here from our house and several other houses as well as non-greeks like you. Bar is in the back, DJ and dance floor are downstairs. Any door upstairs with a unicorn on it is free to use for real fun.” “It looks like we’re over-dressed. Is there any place to stash our shirts, at least?” Ryan asked Ken. “Sure, give them to me and I’ll put them in a bag by the front table. You can lose the jeans too, if you want. Just have something covering your cock when you’re not upstairs in a room. We got busted for a naked party we threw last spring” Ken said. The guys moved over to a corner and all three removed their shirts. Jeff and Steven took their jeans off and handed them to Ken. Ken rubbed Jeff’s soft butt and when he ran his fingers between the cheeks felt the butt plug. “Mmmm, someone came prepared. Oh, there’s a bowl of condoms at the top of the stairs if you need them. I know Ryan likes it bare” Ken said as he winked. They went over to the bar and showed the guy their wristbands and asked for a beer and a punch. Jeff asked for a sprite. Jeff’s cup was blue and the other two were red. They moved away and Steven asked Jeff “Do you want a punch or beer?” “I’ll try the punch” Jeff said. Steven handed him the glass to sip and he said “Fuck! That’s strong.” “Thats how you get your victim drunk enough to let you fuck them raw” Ryan said with a smile. Jeff chuckled and quickly downed half of his sprite and Steven topped it up with punch. “Thanks. Hopefully I can find someone to fuck. I have a huge load that I need to blow” Jeff said with an evil grin. He looked around at the other guys and there seemed to be wide variety of guys but the majority of them seemed to be twinks. They wandered around and made it to the downstairs dance floor. The DJ was set up on a platform with large stacks of speakers on either side. There were lights flashing and a few lasers bouncing off the cliche disco ball. In one corner was a stripper pole and the one guy using it seemed to be a pro. They moved on to the dance floor and began dancing. “Why don’t we separate and mingle” Steven said and got nods from both Jeff and Ryan. The room was warm and almost everyone had a sheen of sweat on their bodies. Most of the guys were wearing as little clothing as possible and a lot of the guys were grinding their bodies against at least one other guy. Some of the guys were kissing and a few even had their hands down the others shorts or pants. There was more than one pair of hands cupping a bare ass. It felt like the gay club downtown, but with everyone a lot more naked. Jeff moved over to the far side of the dance floor and was dancing awkwardly. He really had never danced with anyone, except for one wedding he was at a few years earlier and that was with his mom. He tried to follow the moves of the other guys but he wasn’t the most adept dancer. A guy seemed to be moving closer to him and he looked him over. He seemed to be about Jeff’s age and he noticed no wristband on him. He was about an inch shorter than Jeff with dark, shaggy hair. His body was thin and smooth and his lip was pierced. His eyes were dark and they seemed to sparkle in the flashing lights. He noticed a small star tattoo poking above his tight shorts. The guy got right in front of Jeff and ran his finger down Jeff’s chest. They looked eye to eye and the guy licked his lips. Jeff quickly realized he had no idea how to flirt or seduce a guy, but knew when someone was flirting with him. Jeff thought the guy was cute and he danced with him for several minutes. The more Jeff looked at the guy the more he wanted to feel him next to him. Finally, he clumsily put his arms out and turned the guy around and pulled him close to his chest. The guy ground his ass against Jeff’s crotch and soon Jeff’s cock was straining at the fabric of his jockstrap. Jeff began to push his cock against the guy’s ass, who then leaned his head back looking at Jeff. Jeff leaned forward, turning his head and kissed the guy. The music was throbbing and so was his cock. Jeff reached up and pinched the guy’s nipples and felt his body shiver. This was surreal to Jeff. He had no idea who this guy was or what his name was but they were all but fucking on the dance floor. They continued to grope and grind for a few more songs. As the music faded into a retro-disco song the guy turned in Jeff’s arms and started to back away. Jeff thought “oh well, it was hot for a few minutes. He’s off to find someone else.” He then realized that the guy was still holding his hand and pulling him, leading him off the dance floor. The guy took him behind the speaker stack, next to the DJ stand and backed against the wall. He wrapped his hands around Jeff’s waist and pulled him in. They kissed deeply and the world seemed to fade away. Jeff wrapped his arms around the guy and rubbed him up and down, eventually grabbing his butt. That elicited a heavy moan from the guy into their kiss. His tongue slid into the guys mouth and their groping got more intense. Jeff felt the guy move his hand around and grab his cock. The guy pulled back from their kiss and grinned at Jeff before licking the sweat off of his chest. He moved lower and lower and ended up on his knees, tugging at the side of Jeff’s jockstrap to free his newly uncaged cock. His dick was soon inside the guys mouth and the guy was sucking him. He wasn’t used to being the one being sucked, but he was enjoying it more and more. They guy was energetically sucking Jeff when Jeff looked over and saw the DJ staring at them. At first he was shocked and tried to pull away, but the guy blowing him was holding him tight and he couldn’t escape. He looked back at the DJ who was smiling and nodding so he let the guy keep sucking him. Jeff would alternate closing his eyes and enjoying a rare blowjob and looking down at the guy sucking his hard cock. Jeff’s balls began to tingle and he once again tried to pull off. This time the guy let him and then stood up. They were face to face again and the guy leaned in and kissed him quickly before turning around and pulling his shorts down. They fell to the floor and he put his hands against the wall. Jeff was standing there with a raging hardon and a naked ass in front of him. The music was loud and there was no way that he could tell the guy he was poz. Before he could move, the guy grabbed Jeff’s cock and directed it to his ass. Jeff spit on two of his fingers and pushed them into the guy’s hole and was greeted with a very wet hole. Jeff pulled his fingers out and licked them, tasting the cum of some other guy or guys. Jeff’s cock was now running the show and he pushed inside the guy. Jeff started humping the guy and then realized the DJ was still there. He looked over and saw the DJ looking back at them stroking his cock. He fucked harder and felt the guy push his ass back to meet his thrusts. He was banging the guys ass to the beat of the music, no one other than the DJ was the wiser of the sex happening so close to them. He saw the DJ stop stroking and turn back to the rig to fade to the next song, his hard cock jabbing at the desk. Jeff bent the guy over a bit more and hammered his ass and then felt his load shoot deep inside the guy. After the last spurt of poz cum pumped in, he noticed the DJ standing right next to him. He pulled out and the DJ took his place. He moved in front of the sexy bottom boy but he seemed indifferent to sucking his cock clean and was now enjoying the fucking from the DJ. Jeff tucked his cock back into the jockstrap and headed back to the dance floor and found his spot again. Steven and Ryan spent some time dancing together and then wandered apart to find someone to have some fun with. Steven went back upstairs to get another drink, switching over to beer this time. He started talking to a few people who were standing around. One of the guys said “I think I might be a virgin again its been so long since I’ve been fucked.” They all laughed and another said “Sometimes I think this town is all bottoms.” They all laughed except for Steven. “So when was your last?” the short black guy asked Steven. Steven wasn’t prepared to talk to a stranger about how often he got laid, so he stumbled a bit before saying “Yesterday.” “Damn, you’re keeping the town top all to yourself?” was the reply from the black guy. Steven chuckled and said “No, I fucked him” which garnered a bunch of gasps from the group. “Girl, everyone knows that asian guys are all bottoms” the black guy said. Steven was visibly irritated. “Yeah, thats why there are so many of us all over the world. I’m actually vers but I prefer to top” he said as he stood a bit taller. Turning to the black guy Steven said “I can prove it if you want and fuck you into next week.” A few of the guys backed away but the black guy just looked Steven up and down before saying “Girl, prove it.” Steven turned and started walking towards the stairs and turned waiting for the guy to follow. It didn’t take long and when Steven grabbed his crotch and adjusted his growing cock inside his CK trunks, the guy headed his way. They went up the stairs and went into the first room they found with a unicorn on the door. It was apparent that the room had already been used a few times for sex. Opened condom packages were on the floor along with a large beach towel that had several wet spots and stains on it laid out in the center of the room. Steven pulled the guy in and kissed him roughly. He put his hands on the guy’s shoulders and began to push him down. The outline of his cock was easily visible in his underwear along with a wet spot. The guy licked his shorts and playfully bit his shaft through the cloth before pulling it down and observing Steven’s now hard cock. He swallowed the now freed cock and sucked like he hadn’t had cock in weeks. Steven moaned and started to fuck his face and the guy didn’t put up a fight. Steven looked up and the other guys from the group downstairs were standing at the door, watching. “Suck that cock, Brad” yelled one of the guys in the doorway. Steven held Brad’s head still and drilled harder and he could see the guys at the door rubbing their crotches. It felt good taking control of this guy that questioned whether he was really a top and Steven wanted to make sure he never made the mistake of thinking all asian guys are bottoms ever again. He pulled Brad’s head off his cock and tilted it up towards his and spit in his mouth before pushing it back on his now dripping cock. He spent a few more minutes fucking Brad’s face and then pulled out and said “on your back and show me that ass.” Brad quickly laid down on the towel, feeling a wet spot on his shoulder from someone else’s cum or lube. Steven pushed him back and saw Brad’s hole for the first time. “Virgin tight” was his first thought, but then he doubted that very much. He blew on the puckered hole and watched it wink at him. He spit on it and then rubbed his finger around the ring. He didn’t see any lube around and the tube he brought was in his jeans downstairs. He dripped a large glob of spit on Brad’s hole and worked it in with his fingers, hearing Brad’s moans and then whispering from the audience. Steven was a little impatient and wanted to feel Brad’s warm pussy wrapped around his cock. He lowered Brad’s legs a bit and let them rest on his shoulders as he lined up his cock. “Want some Thai cock?” he said to Brad who replied without thinking “Oh my god yeah!” Steven’s cock was leaking his charged precum all over Brad’s hole and Steven slid his cock in easily. Brad squealed as he felt the cock push deeper into his cunt. Once Steven had planted all of his cock inside he said “Fuckin’ nice hole. Think you can handle a rough fuck?” Brad looked up and realized that Steven hadn’t lied so far and was worried that Steven would pound him a lot harder than his usual pump and dumps. He said “Please, fuck me”, hoping that Steven wouldn’t fuck him too hard. Steven smiled and didn’t say anything as he slowly withdrew and then slammed in. He heard gasps not only from Brad, but the guys at the door. Steven did that a couple more times and then got into a rhythm of a steady, firm piston motion. He grabbed Brad’s feet and pushed them back, folding his legs back and he started to fuck harder. Brad pulled his legs back even further and it opened his ass a bit more, letting Steven get his cock in deeper. The spit and precum had done their job and the moans from Brad told everyone he was enjoying being Steven’s bitch. The guys in the doorway all had their cocks out and were stroking them while Steven fucked Brad. Steven leaned forward and whispered to Brad “I’m gonna fucking breed that boi pussy of yours” and then leaned back and started to pound Brad’s hole. Steven was dripping sweat on to Brad as his body slammed in over and over. He began to say “fuck” over and over, louder and louder. His balls tingled and he knew it wouldn’t be long before his toxic seed would be pumping into Brad’s hot bubble butt. Steven let out a loud “FUUUUUCCCKKK” as his cum began to shoot. Each slow, hard thrust got a new volley of seed pumped into Brad’s hole. Steven looked down and Brad’s look went from euphoric to panic as he realized he just got bred by someone he never had seen before. It felt so good to finally have a long bare fuck instead of the quick, covered ones he usually got. The feeling of the throbbing cock and the warm cum inside him let him forget about his worries. though. Steven pulled his cock out and motioned Brad to get on his knees and suck him clean. It was a new experience for Brad. He had sucked and swallowed many cocks but never one that had just fucked him bare. Once his cock was clean, Steven backed away and picked up his underwear and put them on, leaving Brad on his knees. “Thanks. Now you know what asian cock is like” Steven said as he walked towards the door. The guys let him through and they watched in awe as he walked down the stairs. Steven got a beer and decided to go down to the dance floor, where he found Jeff dancing with a group of guys and joined in. Ryan had talked to several guys, groping and kissing several of them, but he was really looking to get Ken in a quiet corner and fuck him for old time’s sake. Soon he spotted his prey and walked up behind Ken and pulled his back against his bare chest and ground his bulge against Ken’s ass. Ken tried to continue his conversation with the two guys in front of him, but was definitely distracted. One of the two guys moved closer and pushed his hand into Ken’s tight shorts and was rubbing his cock and balls while the other guy just wandered off. Ryan was nibbling on Ken’s ear and the conversation was replaced with Ken’s moans. Ken tried to wiggle free from Ryan and the other guy, but they held him tight. “I… I can’t. I have a girlfriend” said Ken. “Where is she?” Ryan asked. “She went home for the holiday already” Ken replied. Then she won’t know what happens tonight” the other guy said. “You fuck with guys and then feel guilty about your urges and run away leaving us hanging” Ryan said. “You too? Fuck, I can’t tell you the number of times he’s disappeared on me after we fucked” the other guy said. “I think we need to remind you just how good a cock feels, Ken” Ryan said. Ken didn’t put up much resistance as they pushed him up the stairs. Ken led them into a room and Ryan recognized a few pictures and realized it was Ken’s room. In seconds all three were naked and on the bed, groping and kissing. Ryan started to feed his cock to Ken’s mouth and the other guy took his ass, munching on Ken’s tight hole. Ryan’s cock was hard and leaking and he remembered that Ken was always a great cocksucker. He could feel Ken moaning around his cock as he sucked and played with Ryan’s balls. He pulled his cock out and said “Give me that ass.” The other guy and Ryan swapped ends and Ken looked up and said “Fuck me Ryan. Allan, give me that cock.” Ryan pushed his finger into the spit soaked hole and then pushed a second one in. Allan was watching Ryan closely as Ken inhaled his cock. He hadn’t seen him pick up any condoms on their way up the stairs and wondered if he had any in his jeans. Ryan twisted his fingers around, opening up Ken’s tight hole. Satisfied that it was ready, he moved closer and tapped his bare cock on Ken’s hole. He spit on the end of his cock and pushed it against Ken’s hole. “Are you going to fuck him raw?” Allan asked. “I always have” Ryan replied. He pushed harder and Ken’s hole gave way, allowing his bare cock to slowly descend inside. Ken let out a growl and then started to lick Allan’s cock feverishly. The two guys were fucking both of Ken’s holes, with one occasionally ramming in and forcing the other’s cock deeper. Ken couldn’t decide who he wanted more. He would spread his ass cheeks wider, letting Ryan’s cock go in further, then he would grab Allan’s thighs, pulling his cock into his throat. Ryan heard Allan say he was getting close and he fucked harder, urging his balls to do the same. The bed was rocking and squeaking and pounding into the wall. Before he knew it, Ryan’s balls were tingling and he drove his cock in as hard as he could, grunting with each stroke until his cock started pulsing with each spurt of infected cum soaking Ken’s guts. With a final slam, the last of his load pumped in and Ryan withdrew from Ken’s ass. He was breathing heavy and sweating like crazy. Ryan stayed there a few moments coming down from the high until he noticed Allan moving towards him. He came out of the daze and moved around, presenting his cock to Ken who licked and sucked the cum off of it. Allan paused a moment, as if trying to decide whether to fuck Ken raw or not and Ryan told him “Just do it.” His cock slowly slid into the cum filled pussy and Allan’s eyes got big. He had never felt anything so wonderful around his cock as this. The bare skin on skin, the cum, the directness of their body contact were completely new to him. He began to plow Ken’s hole slowly and savor the feelings. Ken’s ass was getting a slow workout while his mouth and tongue were crazily lapping and sucking any cum they could find on Ryan’s cock, balls and crotch. Allan slowly sped up, not wanting to fuck too hard and cause him to cum. He wanted this to last a long time. He closed his eyes and let his senses concentrate on the feel, smell and sounds. He didn’t notice the sound of Ken sucking fade away, nor did he realize that Ryan had moved behind him. It was a jolt when he felt two hands bend him over Ken and a lubed finger press into his rarely fucked hole. Ryan held Allan firm and let Ken fuck himself on Allan’s cock. Allan’s ass was squeezing around Ryan’s finger as he pushed in and out. Ryan added a few more drops of lube and then slicked up his cock before he replaced his fingers in Allan’s ass with his cock. Pushing Allan all the way into Ken, Ryan pushed himself into Allan. With his cock all the way in he slowly pulled back letting Allan come with him part of the way. Finally, Allan resumed fucking his cock into Ken and then driving his ass back on to Ryan’s shaft. Allan controlled the pace, but the feelings were intense and he kept fucking faster and faster until he slammed into Ken and unleashed a flood of cum into Ken. Ryan moved forward with Allan when he knew Allan was about to cum and then started to hammer Allan’s throbbing hole, Allan’s orgasm milking Ryan’s cock. Ryan plunged in all the way and let Allan coax another charged load out of his balls, filling Allan’s neg cunt with its first taste of charged semen. Both cocks filled the warm confines of their holes. When the pulses and throbs had finally subsided, Ryan pulled out and then let Allan do the same. The three of them collapsed on the bed, exhausted and fell asleep for a few minutes. Ryan was the first to wake and he realized he had only been out 15 minutes. He got up and put his jeans back on and went back to join the party. He grabbed another beer and ended up downstairs, where he found Jeff dancing with a small group of nearly naked guys. As he got closer he realized that they were taking turns riding Jeff’s cock. From his angle, he couldn’t tell if there was any penetration or if Jeff was just rubbing his cock up their cracks. Just then, the group rotated again and a ginger haired twink moved in front of Jeff and Jeff pushed down on his shoulders as he shoved his cock up inside the boy. Ryan looked the boy over and noticed a scorpion tattoo on his right pec and a few other tattoos on his body and he was wearing flip flops and a red jockstrap. Jeff was thrusting to the beat of the music and no one seemed to notice or care that someone was getting fucked on the dance floor. Jeff was tweaking the nipples of the bottom boy as he seemed to fuck harder and harder. Ryan assumed he was about to shoot his load and wondered how many of these guys would be carrying Jeff’s bug by the end of the party. Sure enough, he saw Jeff throw his head back and shove hard into the twink and then his body shook. Ryan watched the twink pull himself off, turn and kiss Jeff and then dance off across the dance floor. Jeff turned and saw Ryan and walked over to him. Jeff was covered in sweat and looked exhausted. Ryan handed him his beer and Jeff chugged it down. They wandered towards the stairs to head upstairs and saw Steven dancing between two guys, taking turns grinding against each one. Steven spotted them and grinned and Jeff and Ryan went up the stairs. They stopped at the bar and both got water and Steven popped up behind them, grabbing their asses. “Have we had enough fun?” asked Steven. “Yeah, I’m pretty beat and my balls hurt” said Jeff. Ryan and Steven chuckled. “I think we’re just about the only guys topping tonight” Ryan said quietly and the other two grinned. They wandered over to the front table and asked if they had a bag with their clothes in it. “What’s the name” the guy asked. Ryan said his name and the guy handed a bag over. They got dressed and started to leave when a guy came up to Jeff and handed him his number on a scrap of paper. It was the guy he fucked behind the speaker and he said “That was so fuckin’ hot. Thanks. Call me, I want to do it again” and ran off back downstairs. The three started to walk back to the apartment and Ryan said to Jeff “How many guys did you fuck tonight? Did you do that whole line of guys?” Jeff chuckled and said “Yeah, I got my cock in all of them at one point or another. I bred two. I fucked that guy that gave me his number earlier and I gave him a huge load.” Ryan replied “Damn, you were a breeding maniac then.” Ryan stopped and turned to Jeff “Its probably closer for you to walk back to the dorm from here.” “I need to put my cage back on. I enjoyed my time tonight, but I need to have it on. I don’t want to take advantage of Master Kyle and Master Joe’s generosity” Jeff said. They got back to the apartment and Ryan caged Jeff’s cock after he washed it off. Jeff crashed on the couch and Steven and Ryan passed out in their bed.

Part 33 　 Well, hell, just about an hour ago, I had decided I should be home and stop this silliness and now I had just taken my 6th and 7th ever loads of cum in my ass and they were all toxic HIV positive loads. What the hell was I doing? While those cocks were in me I couldn't think of anything but being fucked and filled with their HOT cum, but when done my mind just would not wrap around what I was doing. Barely a week had gone by since I had been totally straight with no thoughts of gay sex at all. Now, I wanted more and didn't want more. My ass was sore as hell, bleeding and yet feeling so empty and in need of the magnificent feeling of being fucked more and more. I needed to get home and try to think. I got up off of those two marvelous cocks, omg, I had to quit thinking that. I walked like I was in a trance or something towards the kitchen to go out. I was almost stumbling along now and as I was passing by the stairs, the stripper was just getting to the bottom of them. He immediately grabbed me and almost had to hold me up. He asked me, "you ok? Where are you heading?" I couldn't answer, just pointed towards the back. He put an arm around me and helped me walk into the kitchen and then to the door and opened it for me. He then held me up as we went towards my place, where he had to open the door for me. He then helped me get in and up the stairs to my room. I was finally able to speak a little and told him, "I need a shower badly." He said, "hold still right here and I will get it running for you." When it was on he helped me into it and then stepped in with me. He started to soap me up as my mind just would not function enought to wash myself. As he was washing me he said, "by the way, I know your name is Jim, but everyone just calls me 'the stripper.'" He kind of laughed a little and said, "hey, may I introduce you to myself? My name is really Randy and I am very happy to know you, Jim." It was almost funny, as here we were, having fucked, and him helping me home and now basically bathing me since I couldn't seem to and now he was holding his hand out to shake my hand having introduced himself to me. I couldn't help it and started to actually giggle at that and he soon joined me and then we were both laughing out asses off about it. I was finally able to say, "I am so happy to meet you, Randy." It was ludicrous and we both laughed all the harder. We finally got done and out of the shower. I was able to function a little better now and we dried each other off. Then he escorted me to the bed, pulled the covers down and helped tuck me in. I asked, "I am so tired, and you look tired also, why don't you lay down with me and take a nap, too?" He hesitated a minute and then pulled the blanket down, climbed in and covered up and grabbed me and put my head on his shoulder and we were both soon fast asleep.

Well, there have been gays since the beginning of time. Were they all waiting to be "completely gay" until 1981 when AIDS appeared? Will they stop being gay 10 or 20 or 50 years from now, after there's a cure?

Don't wanna get an infraction, so I'll be careful. Me and a buddy in woods, drunk on hot summer day. We got naked, started making out and pissing on each other everywhere- cocks beards asses. That progressed to some 'mud' play- smearing it on his cock and working it into his hairy belly and chest hair, as well as his beard. I then fucked his 'muddy' hole raw until I came, then pissed inside of him. We looked and smelled like two pigs when we were done, and I gotta say soap doesn't get rid of the smell of 'mud' very easily.

I had been chatting to this guy on BBRTS a couple of times but it never worked out. However I was walking home yesterday lunch time and I past two NYPD officers on the corner of 50/10 in Hells Kitchen. One of them looked familiar - It was him! I looked at him and smiled and he had a smile on his face and I kept walking. 15 seconds later he stopped me. He was on his own. He asked me if I was free for 15 mins in half an hour. I said yes. He said he was going to swing by my apartment. I gave him my address and walked home. I got home and cleaned. 5 mins later I get a text that he was coming up. I answered the door in my jock as he requested. He was in his uniform. We went into the bed room and and I undid his trousers. He was very sweaty (like a real man) and his arms were on fire! He was already pretty hard but i get hid dick wet. He pushed me on the bed, spat on my hole and slide hid dick in and started pounding me. He was a good size. Lots of poz verbal too, which is a winner! He shot is load in about 10 mins. Pulled out and stuck his dick in my mouth to clean. Sorted out is uniform and left. Hopefully seeing his again for a longer session soon. I'm ShootInsideMe on BBRTS, if u are in NYC and want to dump a load ;-)

My dirty talk has opened up more holes than I can count. Not only does it make the bottom more submissive, but it makes my cock even harder and eager to pump out a load.

I've done a lot of slutty things but one that sticks in my mind was going to San Francisco when I was 18. Within half an hour of arriving at the hotel the desk clerk was fucking my ass raw and then he told others at the hotel about me so I spent a few hours naked taking cock after cock. A couple guys took it on themselves to show me around town and all the gay bars and places for sex. They paraded me around naked and whored me out at so many places in the week and a half I was there. One of them put me on a leash and just led me naked down the streets to wherever we were going and would have anyone fuck me on the way. It was an awesome time!

My personal response, but other tops might feel differently.... I agree with @upptheebutt69 that it shouldn't be too loose. If you're on your knees, or in a position where you don't have to support yourself, put your hands on me - my legs, my chest, my arms. The more body contact, the hotter it can be for me. If you like my cock, it's size, it's taste...tell me when you come up for air. Everyone likes to be told they're special. ;-) I will probably return the gesture with a compliment on your mouth or body. BUT...don't talk too much, you're there to do a job for me. Let me know you're enjoying it by moaning or gently squeezing whatever part of my body you're holding onto, etc... Unless we've set it up as a quickie blow and go, take off your shirt at least...so I can touch you, maybe play with your nips, maybe lean forward and lick your neck while you suck, etc...and let me know if what I'm doing is something you like, by moaning or saying "I like my nips played with." Fully nude is hot too, of course, as is a jockstrap (especially if there's any chance you might want to turn around and take it up your ass after you suck for awhile). I don't generally get into being deep-throated - it does nothing for me. Same with only attention to the head of my cock - it's sensitive there, guys. I prefer you take me fully into your mouth, use your tongue, get it wet, and suck in and out at a medium/varying pace. If I moan, take that as a cue that I like whatever you're doing at that particular moment and continue doing it. There was one guy I used to suck that I knew exactly what to do to get him to cum...a certain amount of tongue pressure to use on his cock while I sucked. Swallow my load and be attentive to my sensitivity as you lick me clean. If you like the taste/size of my load, tell me.

Like most of us here, not new but just getting into the site more and more. I am soon to be 40, Poz for 8 years and undectable. Bottom here 5'11 around 240, hairy cubbish type. Lived in Minnesota most of my life, but became a pig in NYC where in lived for 3 years.. I miss El Mirage and the Black Party...... Travel alot and always attempt to stop in a Sauna, including Thailand, Hong Kong, London and more. Taking loads at most of them, more taken here in the U.S.

same here exactly... no condom except maybe to take it off midway... and only bb porn

DAMN! You are totally right. Skin on Skin is the ONLY way under ALL circumstances.

Part 2 Friday finally arrived, and I had big plans for the twins! After tonight they would be my little fucksluts for the rest of the summer. I knew once I had them hooked in they wouldn't be able to refuse hard cock, mine, or anyone else's. And I had plenty of party supplies on hand to guarantee my success. They came over as planned for another "movie" night, and I was just in my underwear as usual. Instead of beer this time, I handed them glasses of soda and told them there was booze in them. Of course it was G that was in their drinks. We settled down to watch 300, which I of course picked for all the hot practically naked men. Soon the boys were getting loose and relaxed, and I noticed, erect in their shorts. Time to introduce the big guns. I brought out a glass pipe I had preloaded with a hefty load of shards. "You guys ever had T?" I asked. "No man." Brodi said, rolling his head toward me. "What's it like?" "Dude," I said, "if you thought weed was great, this shit kicks its ass!" I lit the pipe and melted the shards till it started filling up with white smoke. Holding it up to Brodi's pink lips, I told him to suck. He inhaled it deep, and coughed a bit. Then I held it up to Benji and looked deep in his eyes. "Suck boy." I told him, and he took a big hit, and coughed like his brother. I sat between them and passed it back and forth, from one pouty pink mouth to the other. Each boy had 4 big hits before it was empty, their blue eyes turning glassy and black. I had them. I let their first rush settle in a bit, while I casually rubbed their hairless thighs, eliciting light moans from them. I could feel the sexual heat building up in them as I moved closer to their cocks. Benji grabbed my hand and placed it right on his hard dick. "Patience boy," I said to him. "All in good time." I knew they thought I was going to suck them off again, but little did they know what was truely in store for them. I stood and replaced the movie with a nasty gay porn from T.I.M. Soon the tv was filled with images of hot bareback sex. I loaded a fresh pipe, and took the first hit myself. Turning to Benji, I placed my mouth on his and pinched his nipples. He gasped and instinctively inhaled as I blew in his mouth. I slipped my tongue in him, meeting no resistance. I sucked on his tongue and pinched his pink tits for a minute as he melted into me. Taking another hit, I did the same thing to Brodi, again, meeting no resistance from the supposedly straight boy. We all hit the pipe a few more times till it was gone, the boys flying high. "Do you like?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Fuck yea," said Benji, "feels amazing!" "You ain't felt nothing yet!" I said, pulling his shorts off. "You thought a blowjob was great, feel this!" I rolled the naked boy over, chest on the couch, legs hanging down, and spread his ass cheeks apart. There before me was a perfect pink virgin hole. I shuddered as I dove into it, digging my tongue deep into him, eating his pussy. He just moaned and pushed his ass back on my face, getting as much of me in him as he could. Damn he was going to make a great fuckboy! I pulled off him, and grabbed his brother, putting him in the same position, ripping off his shorts and diving into the identical match of the pussy I just ate. Brodi groaned as I gave him the same treatment, getting his hole nice and juicy. It was all I could do to pull off of him, but it was time for the next step. "Don't move boys!" I said as I got up and retrieved two needeless syringes, inserting them into the twins simultaneously, pushing the plungers, releasing a hefty dose of T into their asses. "This will burn a little, but then it will feel so good!" As they got higher, I started fingering their holes. Soon they were taking two fingers each, and begging for more. I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed the lube and chose Brodi first. Since I knew he was the more dominant of the two, I wanted him to take my cock first. I grabbed some poppers and held them under his nose. He inhaled several times, and I knew he was ready. I pushed my head into his anus, and it just popped right in. I held him down while I slid it all the way till I was buried. "Oh my God!" He yelled. "Oh fuck! Take it out please!" He begged. I just stayed buried in him. Grabbing his nipples I started to Fuck him while I pinched his titties. Soon his begging for me to pull out turned to begging for me to fuck him. I slammed his sweet hole while his brother watched him. After 10 minutes I pulled out of him and moved to Benji. I gave him poppers and slammed my cock in him hard. He howled out in agony but I didn't care. My dream had come true. I was fucking the Baxter twins! And it was everything I had hoped it would be! Benji was soon moaning and begging for more, just like his brother. I knew I had two hot sluts in the making! I pulled out, and rammed back into Brodi. He took it all, moaning like a whore. I went back and forth between the boys, stretching their cunts, pounding them deep, until I couldn't hold off anymore. "Tell me you want it boys!" I demanded. "Tell me you want me to breed your cunts!" Both boys begged me for it, each one desperate to take my load. I gave Brodi the first couple squirts, shooting deep in his guts before pulling out. Then I slammed Benji and unloaded the rest of my big cumload into him. I pulled out and looked at my work with satisfaction. I had done it. The twins were mine now. My spunk in both their holes, claiming them as my cumdumps. I grabbed my phone. Time to introduce my new sluts to my friends! Awww foxboy, you're my new best (slutty) friend!

I like a nice cummed up hole. I like to feel my penis slide against all the cum and seeing my shaft covered in others cum.

Males need to learn to love their assholes as early as physically possible. No one can threaten you with violation once you know how good it feels to get filled. My colon was shaped just like my grandpa’s cock long before I was old enough to go hunt seed on my own.