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Part 2 Rob awoke refreshed but horny. His throbbing morning wood reminded him it would need some attention soon. First however, he needed to hit the gym and pump up. That extra testosterone would make him even more horny and ready to fuck, but based on the action he got last night he was confident it would be no problem to get some release later in the day. The hotel gym was small but adequate for a quick workout to pump up his muscles and clear his head. There was only one other person in the gym, some middle age business type. Rob knew the type as soon as he saw the wedding ring on his finger and the frequent stares at him as he worked his pecs on the machine. “Geez these married guys, they are so obvious about wanting my cock they can’t even stare discreetly”. Well time for a show; Rob stood up and casually gripped his crotch and rubbed it allowing the big outline of his cock to show thru the thin gym shorts. Rob thought the guy’s eyeballs would pop out of his head and was sure he saw a trace of drool as “Mr. Married Businessman’s” jaw dropped. Maybe some other time thought Rob, I’m sure I can do much better. He grabbed his towel and left the gym to go back to his room and shower. After his shower, Rob checked his phone and had several message from the various hookup apps. He had forgotten he had posted a travel ad to both A4A and BBRT. He quickly scanned the responses; they were the usual quick messages indicating they’d love to play while he was in town. Funny there was one response on BBRT from a cocksucker that said he so enjoyed sucking out his load in the bathroom of Rawhide and he love to do it again. Rob did not recognize the guy from his posted pics at all, but then again he only saw most of his cocksuckers last night from the top of their heads slurping down his cock. Rob quickly replied; ”Sure, see you later this weekend, I’ll look for you on your knees”. He was about to log off his phone when he got a message notification, this one from A4A. It was another New Orleans tourist looking for some fun. The profile wasn’t bad, the guy was 25, masculine looking and according to his location he was close. Rob responded asking him to unlock his private photos as he unlocked his own private pics of his hard cock. “Nice bubble ass!”. Rob could almost feel the guy blush. The guy’s name was Matt and he was visiting from Texas, his profile said he was a versatile top and only played safe but Rob knew he could get the guy to rethink that. Soon they had arranged to meet face to face at the bar OZ a short distance from them both. “We can just grab a drink and get to know each other “ Matt implied. Rob thought “Yeah right, the only thing that I’m going to get to know is the inside of your tight ass with my raw cock”. It was going to be a hot humid day in New Orleans so no need for any underwear; he threw on a pair of well-fitting cargo shorts, a revealing white tank and a pair of flip flops. He was out the door in 5 minutes and on his way to Oz. Matt matched his profile pics well so when he walked up to Rob he knew immediately who is was. He was possibly a bit shorter than the 5’9” his profile professed but with a little bubble ass like that it didn’t matter. Matt clearly took care of his body but he wasn’t a muscle stud like Rob. Now was the part of the chase that Rob hated, the small talk and pleasantries before they could get down to action. “Do you wanna party and flip fuck” Matt finally quietly asked. “Sounds good what you got to play with?” replied Rob. “I have some Molly with me if you want to sneak into the bathroom, then we can head to my hotel and play”. So off to the bathroom they went. Matt handed Rob a pill and then swallowed one himself with a quick chug of water. Rob took the pill and with a small slight of hand acted like he swallowed it but actually pocketed the pill for later. He figured it could be useful at a later time. By the time they got to Matt’s hotel, Rob could tell from his eyes that Matt was starting to fly. Once in the room Matt had definitely lost his shyness and quickly stripped and was fondling Rob’s ass and cock. As Rob stripped he pushed Matt to the bed and stuck his cock into Matt’s awaiting mouth. He wasn’t a bad cocksucker but he needs to take it deeper thought Rob. He then started forcing his fat cock farther down Matt’s throat.. He gagged but Rob was persistent, he did want to pace himself though and save his load for that bubble ass. When Matt finally came up for air he said “Suck my cock too, let’s 69”. Rob begrudgingly wet his hand and stroked Matt’s cock. It was a decent cock, about 7” although not very thick. “Hey buddy, why don’t do a shot of tequila from that bottle you have over there and really get down and dirty?”. Rob nodded in agreement so Rob removed his shorts from around his ankles and went to pour some shots into a couple of cups. For Matt’s shot though he had an extra surprise, the other Molly tablet. Using the tequila bottle he quickly crushed the pill and while blocking Matt’s view by giving him a view of his clenched ass, he swept the drug into a cup and added tequila. He poured himself a shot as well. “Bottom’s up!” grinned Rob. Rob then straddled Matt and placed his ass in his face. “Get my hole ready buddy – start licking”. Wow, the tongue eating his hole felt so great he was dazed for a moment but then moved his hand to his prize, he needed to feel that tight puckered pink hole that was ripe for the taking. He slid his finger in and Matt let out a slight yelp. “There’s lube and condoms in the nightstand drawer”. There was no way he was going to use a condom but a little lube would be useful. As Rob roughly worked 3 fingers into Matt’s ass he shifted and pushed his cock back into Matt’s mouth. It was almost show time. Rob could tell by the mouth on his cock that Matt was really flying and almost completely out of it by this time. SUCCESS!. Rob flipped Matt on his stomach and propped his ass up with a pillow and spread his legs to give him full and easy access to his hole. “Condom” Matt whined. “Of course buddy” Rob reached grabbed a condom and ripped it open. He dropped the open wrapper next to Matt’s face so he could see it and paused a moment rubbing the condom between his finger to make it sound like he was actually rolling it on his cock. On second thought, he did ask nicely so maybe I should give him a condom fuck Rob thought with an evil grin, so he barely put the condom on the tip of his fat mushroom cockhead and with that pushed the head into Matt’s awaiting ass. Even in Matt’s drugged state, that cock felt like it was splitting him open. He cried out at the invasion, “More lube, pull it out!”. “You’re a noisy little bottom slut aren’t you? You need to keep it down a little” Rob said as he shoved Matt’s underwear into his open mouth and placed a pillow over his head. “There that’s better”. He then pulled out his cock. Magically the condom was gone, lodged somewhere just inside Matt’s ass. He spit on the open hole in front of him and then again on his cock. “There’s your extra lube” he sarcastically said as he thrust the entire 8” ball’s deep into Matt’s ass. Matt bucked violently but he was no match for Rob’s strength that was pinning him down and soon he was quietly moaning as Rob deep fucked his hole. This guy’s ass was sweet, he loved how it gripped his cock and the sound of his balls slapping against the pale white cheeks was like music to his ears. Thirty minutes later he felt his balls churn and he shot a load deep in Matt’s ass. As he pulled out Matt actually felt empty and could feel the air conditioned hotel air rush in to his stretched abused hole. Rob could see Matt was still conscious by the way he wiggled his ass. It was almost like he was begging for round two. Matt’s ass looked a bit loose from the pounding it just took, but Rob thought “What the hell, my cock is hard again so might as well take advantage, this slut needs to learn he was meant to be a bottom”. So with that thought he fucked Matt in every position possible for another hour and gave him 2 additional loads then jumped in the shower to clean up. Matt rolled on his side and reached back to feel and finger his abused hole. A look of horror showed in his eyes as he realized it was gaping and that there was a mixture of cum and blood leaking out of it. As Rob went to leave he saw Matt’s dazed look and simply said “Don’t worry buddy, that really is Neg cum, I only Top. This will give you something to think about when you play next time now that you’ve realized what a pussy boy bottom you are”. “Oh and at some point in time you will probably find that condom, it's lodged deep in your ass somewhere, enjoy the rest of your vacation” With that Rob walked out the door.

DOUBLE CONVERSION Part 1 Rob was excited as he boarded his flight to New Orleans. He had really been looking forward to his week vacation and it was finally here. It was time for some non-stop drinking and sex. He knew of the cities’ reputation, and was ready to find some holes to sink his fat 8”cock into. It’s not that he had trouble getting serviced at home; after all he was a 6’2” masculine and muscular 32 year old stud. His dark hair, bright blue eyes and well defined muscles got him attention no matter where he went. Every day in the gym there were always guys staring as he worked out and afterwards in the showers of course He was sure it was no coincidence that whenever he showered at the gym that the locker room just happened to be full. He’d play the cock tease and put on a show as he soaped up his defined smooth body, careful to pay special attention to his big cock and balls and well defined ass. However, Rob was all top and he loved to dominate guys. The only thing that got near his ass was the tongue of the bottom that was servicing him at the time. At least in his mind it was degrading for the bottom to eat his ass so that made it hotter. He did have to admit that being rimmed felt great though and made him even harder when he ultimately slammed the bottom’s ass. Although his hometown was pretty good in size, the options to meet guys was somewhat limited. There were only two gay bars in town, one of which was populated mainly by older guys that weren’t his type. He liked younger guys with tight asses. That bar, Renegade, did however attract a lot of guys into leather which was a fetish of his. So he’d go occasionally find someone acceptable for a quick fuck and leave. He had been there enough that the regulars recognized his cocky attitude so it was getting harder to find a hole there. The other bar, Dreams, was more of a twink bar. Of course he got lots of attention there because of his looks but the guys there also recognized him and his reputation. It didn’t help that Rob was fond of taking pictures of guys taking his cock for his collection and those pics occasionally had been used as blackmail when Rob was horny and didn’t want to spend a lot of time finding a hole to fuck. Although he didn’t do drugs himself other than poppers, he did find that a little G and/or X slipped into the bottoms drink made them more willing to do what he wanted. It was especially useful in getting the bottoms to take his cock raw. Raw was the only way he’d fuck, condoms were too restrictive and the felling of his raw cock pounding a tight ass was just so exhilarating. Most of Rob’s conquests lately had been thru apps. There seemed to be a lot of guys looking for cock on the side. He also learned that pretending to be versatile got him more hookups. He never gave his ass up but it did get him the connection in the door and once the guy was zoned out on the drugs and fucked he could leave with his own ass intact. The problem with the apps was all the back and forth messaging that was usually required, Rob didn’t have the patience. A drive to the a nearby college town always resulted in him finding a hole to fuck but that 90 minute drive one way kept him from doing it too often. As Rob settled into his seat on the plane he realized he was hard. Damn he was horny, that asshole last night from Grindr stood him up and he needed to fuck someone. Even though it was a Thursday he was confident from what he had read he’d still get some action tonight in the French Quarter. He was so ready. The male flight attendant noticed his bulge and gave him a smile. Rob thought, “Another gay flight attendant what a surprise”. He had met his share of them that were on an overnight layover in town and were looking for cock on the internet. Most of the ones he had fucked seemed to have well used holes so he thought that probably was why they took the job in the first place.. He did like the NSA attitude they had though and it was always an easy fuck and go since they had to catch flights in the mornings. Although, there may have been a couple of times where they missed the flights because they got a bit too fucked up when Rob was using them. Rob’s attitude was “Oh well if they lost their jobs it’s their problem for being such cum dump whores”. Fortunately the flight had no delays and Rob quickly caught a cab from the airport to his hotel in the French Quarter. Once at the hotel he checked in and immediately changed into a pair of tight worn jeans some black boots and a leather vest. He was ready, his cock was ready! He looked in the mirror, damn he looked hot. That coupled with the fact that he was fresh meat here in New Orleans meant in his mind that he’d get his rocks off soon. He was out the door and on his way to Rawhide. He made a couple of stops along the way to at the bars serving alcohol to the street. By the time he reached Rawhide he had already had 3 beers and was feeling slightly buzzed and very horny. The bar wasn’t packed but it being only 10 p.m. he was sure it would pick up. All eyes were on him, the “fresh meat” theory was certainly true here. His ass was grabbed a couple of times, guess it was time to assert himself as a TOP. Rob made a conscious effort to focus on assess, pat them, grope them, stare at them – surely people would notice what he was interested in. He also casually mentioned to a couple guys standing next to him t at the bar that he was hoping to find a raw bottom to take his load tonight. As the crowd grew he figured it was time to head to the back, he knew from what he read on the internet, that there was likely some action going on back there. Besides he had to piss like a racehorse as he was now on his 6th beer. Here’s where all the people went Rob thought as he pushed his way thru the sweaty bodies and made his way to the urinal. He unfastened his jeans, unzipped and pulled out his cock to let it flow. There were a lot of eyes watching so he thought he’d put on a little show so he stroked his cock a few times to harden it up and shook the last drops of piss off it. Almost immediately, a hand grabbed his cock and started slowly stroking it, someone behind him started nibbling on his neck and another pair of hands played with his nipples. Soon a bottle of poppers appeared under his nose and Rob took a couple of deep huffs. The hand on his cock had been replaced by a mouth which soon began to deep throat his full 8 inches. He was in heaven, but because he was so horny he shot his load deep down the unknown cocksucker’s throat within 15 minutes. He tried to fasten his jeans but he was led to another room cramped with guys and another mouth began to massage his cock. Over in the corner he saw a guy bent over a sink being fucked. The whole room was full of the scent of sweat, poppers and sex. OMG he was ready to cum again. “This place is amazing!!!” After he came the second time someone else was ready to suck his cock. Yeah that would be nice, Rob thought but the site of the guy in the corner getting fucked gave him other ideas. He glanced down slightly and saw a nice plump lily white ass pointed at him, he reached out and fingered the hole . It was wet and lubed so Rob pulled his cock out of the sucker’s mouth and plunged it into the hole in front of him.. The guy in front was caught by surprise to be impaled so suddenly by such a big fat cock and started to call out but Rob soon muffled his mouth with this hand. There were so many people in the room and there was nowhere to go. The guy was soon whimpering.as Rob aggressively pounded his ass while other fed him poppers and groped him all over. Rob’s third load was shot deep in up the assaulted ass and as Rob pulled out another stepped up to fuck the bottom using Rob’s cum as lube. Rob turned and his cock was cleaned by yet another awaiting cocksucker. After all this action Rob needed to piss again but there was nowhere to go. He couldn’t hold it so just started pissing down the throat of his current cocksucker. Wow, Rob thought this was hot, he’d never tried WS. “I’ll have to add that to my repertoire” he thought to himself. Rob eventually go out of the backroom and feeling exhausted left the bar and made his way back home. As he lay on the bed in his room he was grinning ear-to-ear. New Orleans was just as he had hoped and it was only the first day of his trip. He’d have to stop by one of the leather shops he had read about in the morning and check out some new gear and maybe some equipment for his basement. This was going to be a fantastic trip.

Right guys, I have a direction the story could go in but if no one is liking the story or interested in commenting then this is the last chapter. Part 20 I must have blacked out for a bit, when I stirred again my vision was clouded over, I realised I was back in the sling and the mask with the poppers was back over my face. My head was spinning. “Use the jar of cum as lube and whatever is still in his hole. The goal is to get your fist as deep as your elbow. Do that and then add your load of cum for the next guy to use as lube.” I vaguely had an idea of what was about to happen but apart from Daddy’s big cock and being double penetrated I’d never had a fist in my ass before, especially not anything as big and deep as a forearm either. If it wasn’t for the poppers I’d probably have tried to struggle. The first guy took a scoop of cum from the jar of loads and lathered it on my hole, it felt wet and slimy, he started fingering my hole and quickly built up to having 4 fingers deep in my ass, It wasn’t as painful as I thought, but my hole had been abused a lot so far tonight so must have been loose. “Fuck Tom he’s fucking sucking my hand in! Filthy pig” The guy grunted as he forced his fist into my hole I took a deep breath in the mask and felt his fist slide deeper into me. My head was spinning. I let out a deep moan. “He likes it too. His hole is soaked in cum” With all the compliments this guy was giving my hole I felt an odd sense of pride. He began to slide his fist deeper, each time pulling out slightly and then working himself in further. I did my best to relax but the invasion began to become too much. My moaning increased. “Come on boy, don’t let me down. Brian is going to give you some more help” Tom whispered in my ear as I felt the sharp scratch against my arm again. I was being slammed for the second time. This time I didn’t feel as much of a rush and wasn’t sure it had worked until I heard the guy fisting me shout out; “Fucking right to the elbow you slut and you’re still sucking me in!” I hadn’t realised but he was right, my ass had his whole forearm buried in it! I felt him twist his arm and my hole body convulsed! He slowly pulled his arm out and I could feel the flow of cum following it. He then without warning slammed his cock into my hole and quickly bred me! When he pulled out he gave my ass another hard slap! My ass felt unbelievably empty until I felt the next hand at my hole. His hand felt smaller and quickly his fist was in my hole. Maybe I was just so wrecked it felt smaller but all the same he began to work up a rhythm. I soon noticed he was alternating his hands and was fisting me faster each time. He was getting deeper and I could feel myself moaning again in pain and pleasure. “Fucking pig is loving my arm up there.” I heard the guy say as he alternated his arms, eventually he must have reached his elbow as I felt the familiar emptiness followed by a quick breeding. After the first two guys the rush of being slammed and the poppers completely took over. I don’t remember much of what happened, each arm stretched me open in a new way. One guy punch fisted me and another i’m sure went past his elbow. After a couple of hours of being fisted I felt the familiarity of Daddy once again. Tom had taken up the position at my ass. He pulled the mask off my face, flooding me with fresh air, although the room stunk of cum and sex. “Okay boy it’s Daddy’s turn now.” Tom’s hand felt thicker than all the other men before him. He kept adding more cum to my ass from the jar, my hole was soaked and must have been puffy looking. He worked his fist into my ass and without the poppers I felt myself being tighter. Maybe the buzz of the slam had started to wear off too. I felt more aware than I had for the past few hours. “Tom I think his fevers broke, his eyes look brighter. Albeit terrified too!” I hear Brian say as he began to laugh. “That’s it boy, I want you to remember Daddy deep in you, claiming you from the inside!” Tom was getting deeper and deeper into my hole and I could hear myself moaning from the depths of my balls. The pain started to become overwhelming. That’s when I caught his piercing blue eyes, the minute his eyes locked onto mine I felt him slide the last few inches up to his elbow in my ass. He didn’t break eye contact the whole time. “Want more cum boy?” “Yes Daddy” was all I could reply, I was transfixed. He twisted his arm in my hole and puled out a bit, making my hole gape. Brian passed him the jar of cum, there must have been at least a pint of cum in it. How long had they been saving it for! Tom took the jar and poured the cum down his arm and into my now gaping hole. “That’s it boy, make your hole eat it up. Come on soak up that cum” My ass instantly felt cold and began to feel full, with each load of cum Tom poured in he’d shove his fist to his elbow again pushing it in deeper. I could taste it, it was that deep. After the jar was empty Tom worked his fist deeper into my hole he must have been just past his elbow when I felt the familiar coldness of his cock ring next to my hole. I must have looked panicked. “Relax boy, Daddy wants to fuck you, but you’re too stretched out, I’ll need to do it with my arm still inside you! Brian shove the mask back on him. I won’t stop when I start” I felt the darkness over my eyes and my nose instantly filled with poppers. They did help to relax me but with the abuse my ass was now going through there was now way to escape the pain. Tom managed to get half his cock into my ass with his fist up to his forearm at the same time. I began to moan loudly and could feel my body writhing in pain. Unknowingly I’d started to cry. “That’s it boy, give in to Daddy! Remember it’s what I want” His pace sped up and I felt like I would break. He quickly withdrew his fist causing me to scream out in pain, he then slammed all of his cock into my destroyed ass, snatch the mask off my face and kissed me quickly and deeply as he came in me. “I love you boy” Was the last thing I heard and I was out.

Part 19 I was pulled into the middle of the bed and felt the weight of more people around me, my body was craving contact. “Two in his hole at a time. Dump your load and make way for the next cock, don’t take your time he’s got a lot of cock to get through!” Tom said as the men made their way towards me. I felt my body being lifted and turned, I was on all fours, barely able to support myself I felt someone lying underneath me and another behind my ass. Without a moment to think both men began to force themselves into my ass. The feeling was indescribable. I’d never felt so stretched. Both men had pierced cocks and I could feel my ass being torn up as the both began to find their pace for fucking me. I’d never been double penetrated and with the drugs coursing through my veins, I wanted more. I began to relax and enjoy being stretched out. With a hard thrust the guy behind me unloaded in my ass and was quickly replaced by a smaller but fatter cock, again pierced. The pattern continued and occasionally both men would cum at the same time. Giving me a couple of minutes before the abuse continued. My rubber suit was filled with sweat and I could have passed out from the heat but I was too high to notice. I just craved more, I’d truly been turned into a cum slut. After about 10 rounds I felt the familiarity of Daddy’s cock pushing its way into my hole, he was underneath me, I let my weight fall on him and he held me tight while the cock from behind battered my now bruised hole. “Good boy, you’re making daddy proud. Only one more round after this and it’s over with.” Tom said while holding me close to him. Tom pushed me back and the guy behind me grabbed my body to keep me upright. “You’re a tough little boy, you’ve done better than I thought you would.” It was Brian, he and Tom were both buried deep in me and I didn’t want it to stop. They fucked me together for what felt like half an hour, cum was running down my legs and I could hear the slapping of their balls as they both men brought themselves close to breeding me again. My hole was being destroyed yet all I could think was more! Brian came first, his load was so big I felt it shoot from his cock inside me. Tom quickly came afterwards, still with Brian’s cock in me. My ass felt full and very wet! Tom pulled me close to him as Brian removed his cock, it wasn’t replaced with anyone else. It was only Daddy in me now. He pulled my face up to his and kissed me deeply, it made me even more horny, if that was possible. Tom broke off our kiss and whispered into my ear; “Last round boy, don’t give up now, this one won’t be easy” I hadn’t thought any of this had been easy, what would be happening next. Tom held me close and rolled me over onto my back and pulled his cock out from my tired hole. I began to feel dizzy and sick again, my fever must have been sky high and the room was spinning. Tom again addressed the room, there must have only been about 10 guys left, who knew what time it was, I was completely unaware of anything except the cum running out of my ass. “Right gents last round. Arse to Elbow”

My first black man was at a bath house. Very hot story!

PART 7 Rom and his friend walked in the room and shut the door. I was laying on my back on the bed with my elbows propping me up. It wasn’t exactly bright lights in the tiny room, but it was light enough. I took the new guy in, really really aware he had already been told there wAs a bottom that took it bareback waiting for him. I didn’t get his age, but he was somewhere around 45, give or take a year or two. He had long legs and I guessed he was maybe 6’ 1”, But he was pretty lean. He had a light patch of greying hair on his chest and his face was clean shaven. His mostly grey hair was cut very short. He wore his towel low on his hips. I thought he was hot as hell. Ron spoke up, “Chris this is my friend Steven. Steven meet my sexy young friend Chris. Chris, is Steven your type?” I nodded vigorously. “Steven, did I deliver on my promise of a beautiful young sexy bottom boy?” “ Hell yes you did,” said Steven, adding to me, “it is so nice to meet you sexy boy. Ron here told me this is your first time here? And your first time barebacking?” I nodded. “Well, I understand. Man sex is hot enough, but in a place like this where everyone is so fucking horny ano practically naked and its just us men, so we can have the freedom to explore. Like you explored tonight. I gotta tell you Chris, seeing you there like that, it makes me really want you. It makes me want to fuck you.” Ron had stepped back, making it obvious he was just there to watch. I didn’t care at that point. “I... I think you are really hot too Steven. Do you like to bareback too?” It was at this point that he finally let his towel drop and I got to see his hardening cock for the first time. My eyes were just glued to it, as he slowly gripped it and began to stroke. He was getting hard really fast. And fuck, he was hung. It was perfect. 8. 5 inches with beautiful cut head that topped a thick shaft that had just the slightest most perfect curve. He had trimmed most of the hair away and his balls were shaved. His balls...big round balls, the kind that probably make a lot of cum. His package was magnificent. “It’s so fucking perfect,” I marveled out loud. “I am so glad you like it so much, baby. I’m gonna give you a chance to touch it, and lick it, and suck it... and then it’s going all the inside you. Every. Single. Bit. Is that ok, baby? Is it ok if I fuck you deep?” I am sure I was nodding when I blurted out “I wanna do that all for you just please fuck me bareback.” He looked down at me smiling. “Of course I am gonna fuck you raw Chris.” And then as he leaned into me and i prepared for a kiss, he added, “and I promise you I am not pulling out til all my cum is in that little hole. Is that ok baby?” Looking in his eyes, I nodded. As he leaned in and kissed me hard, I realized very acutely, I had already agreed to lick and suck this strangers cock before letting him fuck my already beaten up hole bareback until he cums inside of me. And I had no idea if he was hiv positive. And I knew it didn’t matter because I would have let him fuck me no matter if he was positive or not. And that totally scared me and totally turned me on. And I knew when this night was over, I was gonna spend a lot of time thinking why I had all of a sudden started hoping the guys I was with had hiv. But right now as my mouth opened and his tongue invaded, I just melted. My cock was like steel and I just wanted him. And I wanted him to be poz. I had to know. As I broke the kiss, I whispered “Steven it’s ok with me if you are, but I just wanted to know.... are you hiv.” He cut me off before I finished. “Yeah sexy. I’m poz. And I know that’s ok with you. I can tell. It’s so sexy. You’re so sexy, that hungry hole. I can’t wait to be inside you.” And i couldn’t wait either.

Wrestling Party turned Orgy – Aftermath The next morning, many of the guys were hung over and still naked on the floor, couch, or for the lucky few, a bed. As each guy stirred, I wondered how much of the previous night they might remember. Those on the floor had snuggled up to each other over the course of the night, and as the sun shone through the curtains, there were a few stifled grunts and groans, some from the light but others were clearly the sounds of sex beginning again. I was wrapped around Gus, and he was grinding his ass back against my growing erection. “Keep that up and I am going to fuck you again.” I whispered in his ear, to which he ground back harder. I reached down and positioned the head of my cock at his entrance, and with a slight pop, was soon back in him again. I slowly thrust into his velvet hole, still slick from the loads he had taken last night. “Yea.” he moaned softly as I bottomed out in his chute. I made it a gentle fuck, wanting him to enjoy this next round, hoping it would lead to more till he joined us in the brotherhood. As I slowly fucked his well-used hole, I reached over and felt his rock hard cock. I jerked him off to the tempo I was using on his ass, and soon he moaned and coated my fingers with his morning load of jizz, hopefully one of the last neg ones he would ever shoot. I was not too far behind him and soon was blasting my morning load into his ass, well past the second ring. I rode the fuck through the end of my orgasm, and rested inside him as I kissed his neck. “Thanks, I needed that again. I hope Rob will let you do it again.” “We can do it as often as you like Gus, Rob and I are not exclusive.” I replied. “Sweet! I want both of you guys actually.” “That can be taken care of any time. Just message me and we can set it up. Since we live together, we have no problems of finding a room.” I slowly pulled out and Gus rolled over to give me a kiss before getting to his feet and trying to find his singlet in the mess. ‘I gotta get packing, headed home in a few hours. See you after break.” He said as he quickly pulled on the singlet and headed towards the door. Other guys were now getting up and looking for clothes and shoes and heading out. A couple of the guys slunk out looking guilty at what they had enjoyed the night before, but others shared mutual kisses and gropes as they dressed and left to head out for whatever they needed to do on the first official day of Thanksgiving break. Rob, Chris, James and I stayed behind at Jon and Seth’s to help clean up and discuss how the night had gone. It had been hard to keep track of everyone, but between us 5 Vers guys, we had shot loads into about 15 of the rest of the 20 wrestlers on the team; and the other five had each taken a turn fucking Jon’s hole; no guarantee of them converting, but at least they had been exposed to the virus. We all said our goodbyes, and would wait to see how our team mates fared after Thanksgiving break.

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When you are a size queen like me, you just cant say no to a big cock-- not even a toxic one that might give you HIV. Now I'd been barebacking for awhile, but i aleays looked for neg guys-- or at least guys who lied and said they were neg. But its hard to find negative barebackers- and i really like raw cock. Well, i found this one guy's profile on BBRT enticing, so I started chatting with him. His profile said he was "huge and uncut"-- so I just had to find out more! His profile also said "ask me" under status. Of course he was Poz--- but he also proclaimed to have a 9x7 piece of meat. We chatted off and on for a few months anD exchanged pics, there was always some reason not to hook up-- besides my overall fear of him being positive an having a cock that would rip me open. One night, after I had a few beers, I found myself on BBRT and feeling incredibly horny for a fuck. And big cock stud was on. And he IM'd me. Him: you lookin? Me: yeah. I need to get fucked bad Him: you finally gonna let me breed that sweet hole? Me: will you go easy on me? Him: yeah-- I know I'm big. Don't worry Him: and you're ok with Poz? Me: would you pull out if I asked? Him: yeah- I can cum either way Me: yeah, I think we should do this Him: can we film it? Just for us. I like to rewatch my fucks later Me: as long as you don't post the video anywhere Him: cum on over. Bring poppers He gave me the address which was only a couple miles away. And soon I found myself knocking on his door. I was met by a thin, wiry daddy guy, in his 50's and a bit shorter than me. He ushers me in and leads me to his basement which could best be described as seedy. Ratty carpet, bad panelling, a threadbare plaid sofa, empty liquor bottles and full ashtrays everywhere. We go to the couch and sit. I'm nervous as hell, but the porn is playing and it gives me something to watch. Seeing my hesitation, he pulls off his shorts... Holy fuck. That cocknof his flopped out and I was mesmerized. It was every bit as impressive in person. Moreso actually. Thick as my wrist, especially in the middle, with all this extra foreskin hanging off the tip. He was also flopping yo about mid-thigh And he wasn't even fully hard yet! "Why don't you suck it for starters?" he suggests. I knelt and tried to work that monster as best I could, but at my best I could only fit about half of it in my mouth. So I mainly concentrated on his skin-- tonguing it for all I was worth. Pretty soon he was all full mast and so was I. "You ready to get the fuck of your life?" I nodded yes. He led me over to his desk area and his computer. He fired up the computer's camera and started recording. Then he pushed me down and had me suck some more and get him good and hard and wet. While I sucked he talked up a storm-- giving me feedback, telling me how it felt, what to do. Then he asked me if my ass was ready. He stood me up and squirted lube on his massive cock, then he had me lube my ass. He spun me around and had me brace against the panelled wall while he rubbed his fat cock head against my crack. "You might wanna hit them poppers about now," he suggested. So I did. My alcohol buzz mixed with the fresh poppers sent me soaring and the next thing I knew he was using short quick thrusts to work his head into my ass. It felt in-fucking-credible! While he slowly worked deeper, he kept up a steady litany of "Yeah, open that ass up-- take my big ol Poz cock in that pussy!". Stuff like that. I kept hitting the poppers hard, but it didn't help much when he got to the thickest part of his tool. "Whoa! Damn that's thick-- I can't take it all," I told him. "Okay," he said, then he grabbed my hips and shoved violently into my hole. I screamed in pain and tried to get away, but he had me pinned to the wall by that giant prong of his. I know I was whimpering a lot, but he didn't care. He told me to just do more poppers. "I know it hurt- but it was for the best. Trust me, yours wasn't the first tight ring I've had to bust. Besides, When I promised you the fuck of your life, I kinda meant of your death too." And then he started really fucking me. Okay, I admit the pain of him ripping past by sphincter sucked, but what his cock did inside my body was nothing short of amazing. The fat part of his cock steamrolled my prostate with every thrust, and the knob of his cockhead kept popping up into my Colon with every thrust. I could feel him poking so deep in me-- deeper than any cock or toy had ever been. It hurt... Deliciously. "Yeah boy! Take that Poz cock! Wrecking your guts with my dick of death! You love taking this Poz meat, doncha boy?" And I did. He probably drilled me for about 15 or 20 minutes solid- and by the end I was fully bent over, bracing my hands on that wall and pushing back into him. And he was fucking me with every inch-- coming out just so the head was in, then slamming back in. My cock was drooling precum everywhere. "What's your status, boy? You neg?" "Yes sir," I managed to get out between grunts. "You know I'm Poz, right?" "Yeah..." "Well, I'm getting close, boy-- where you want my load?" The poppers and alcohol (and the amazing cock) had done their trick. "Don't stop fucking me!" I heard myself beg. "Well Here it cums boy! Here it.... Fuuuuuuuuuck yeah! Breeding your neg cunt with my toxic seed! Take my dirty load bitch!" When he started shooting, he planted his cock as hard and as deep as he could. He also had one of those spongier cocks that really swells and pulses as it cums, so I felt every shot of his venom jizz up inside my colon. Then I came-- all over the panelling and that nasty carpet. I didn't even touch myself, my orgasm just... Happened. He stayed inside me for a few minutes, slowly thrusting and withdrawing his meat. Working his load into my guts. Which is exactly what he said while doing it. Eventually he did what felt like the longest pullout I have ever felt, and his dong popped out with a wet plop. Them he turned off the video and we cleaned up and got dressed. He showed me bits of our "movie"--- damn, it WAS hot seeing that much cock wrecking my butt! He promised to email me a copy for my enjoyment. "And this is just for us, right? No posting online?" "Don't worry," he told me. A couple weeks later I got sick-- and I knew. Sure enough, my next HiV test confirmed it. I Tried looking For big cock daddy online, but I almost never saw him on. I emailed several times, but months went by and I never got that copy. Evidently it was "too big" to email. And when he was online, we could never find a time to repeat the fuck do I could get a disc. Then one day I got an email from an acquaintance of mine (a friend of a good friend) and I though "how unusual" for him to contact me. In his email he sent me a video link and said I should watch it. It was for some bugchaser or bug share website.... My heart stopped. Damn if it wasn't our video, right out there in the public domain. You could see my face, me sucking his cock, me taking hom raw... I sorta freaked out a bit, to be honest. Then I watched the whole thing while jacking off. It a fucking hot clip! He had edited it down some for time, but you could hear me basically beg him for his toxic load and then there he was knocking me up with it. Evidently lots of guys liked it because it got a 5 star review and had been watched several thousand times. Plus there were comments posted like "I love how that bugchaser begged for you to breed his cunt!". Stuff like that. Although the site where the video was originally posted is gone, I still run into our video now and again on dirtier sites. And it always reminds me of the fuck of my life. And my death.

A big thanks to the guys who write stories. This one is for all of you who inspire me to do filthy unspeakable things. Chapter I. My boy and I had been through a lot of ups and downs in our six years together. We’d fucked around with a bunch of guys, sometimes friends, sometimes strangers. We’d played separately and together and it was always a blast, until we both hungered for something more. We were both in our early twenties and we each had a hard, gym-toned body for which guys in the bars would go crazy. We’re both pretty versatile, but I’ve had more experience topping than he has. As nice as his hard dick is, it would be a shame not to share his ass. Our play got more and more risky, and more and more thrilling, and eventually we started playing around bareback. We found ourselves on a mattress surrounded by a bunch of POZ strangers. Between the two of us, we must have had ten POZ loads dripping out of our bare NEG holes. That was as out-of-hand as things got, and it sort of freaked me out more than it did him. We went to more than a handful of these parties and made friends with some of the regulars. Some guys at the group parties were POZ, some NEG, and some not even sure of their status. One night we wound up at a two-floor house party. Somehow we got separated, and he ended-up upstairs at the bottom of a pile of sweaty guys taking load after load, while I ended-up on the second floor topping a group of three bottoms, all of whom were chasers, and all of whom begged to be POZZED. Afterwards my boy and I enjoyed telling each other what we had gotten up to that night and ended-up giving each other a hard fuck. It was great, until a few weeks later when my boy came down with a really nasty cold. After he had the shakes for a few days, it dawned on me that one of those anonymous loads he had taken at the last party might well have been POZ and it might have taken. I got scared and we went to the clinic to get tested. (What happened there is another story!) Anyway, turned out that he was NEG, and after a few months, we got tested again. Still NEG. The experience really seemed to change things, and we settled down a bit and sort of lost interest in sleeping around. I decided the best way to keep both of us NEG and safe was to propose to him. He accepted, agreeing that we had been playing with fire. We started making wedding plans and agreed to live monogamously. We thought about having a joint bachelor party, but decided it might be best to celebrate separately and then have a big reception together. We picked our “best men,” mine was an ex from college, Carl, who was a good friend, but just a friend. My boy’s “best man” was Jim, a hot hunk of a guy both of us had fucked and been fucked by, but their friendship stopped being sexual back during the big POZ scare. I went out with my ex to make plans over a few beers with Carl. Over dinner, we decided to play it more-or-less tame and we planned to go to a Go-Go Bar and get a lap dance with some of the guys from our seedier days. Jim came over to our apartment to make plans with my boy. I got back to the apartment and, upon letting myself in, I heard Jim and my boy carrying on. They had both had a lot to drink and were slurring their words. Jim kept egging my boy on saying, “Come on. It’s your last big bash! It may be your last chance to get IT. Let’s just have a crazy gangbang and invite all the POZ tops we can find! I know an escort service that would even set us up with a POZ hustler!” My stomach twisted as I realized that’s what they were planning for my boy’s last big bash. I snuck back out of the apartment taking in what I’d just heard. After a few minutes in the hall, I made a show out of unlocking the door and greeting them. My boy was just hanging up his phone, presumably having booked a POZ hustler to breed him at his bachelor party, and hopped up to greet me. I saw his hard-on straining against his pants. He kissed me and wrapped his arms around me. As soon as Jim left, we had great sex, flip-fucking and cumming in each other’s holes. The whole time fucking my boy, I was fantasizing about his POZ hustler, as I suspect, he was also as he clenched his eyes while taking my load. The next morning as he showered, I unlocked his phone and jotted down the last number called, hoping I could contact the escort service and try to pay them off. That afternoon I ducked-out of my office and called the number. A gravelly voice answered, “Big Top Escorts at your service. How can we help you?” I explained my situation, claiming I was a “friend” who wanted to call the whole thing off. The guy on the other end of the line chuckled the whole time. “Well, your ‘friend’ seems to have paid the deposit with his credit card already, and we’ve book a very especially gifted date for his party. You’ll have to pay him off if you want to cancel.” I agreed wholeheartedly. When he told me that the deposit was $1,000, I gasped, and pleaded with him to work with me. “Alright, here’s what we can do. If you want to come down here and talk things over, I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.” He gave me an address in a really rundown part of town and without hesitation I hopped in my car. Twenty minutes later, I was literally on the wrong side of the tracks, buzzing an intercom next to a dented metal door with bulletproof glass. Big Top Escorts buzzed me in and I climbed the stairs, trembling with each step. I climbed up several dimly lit flights of creaky stairs until I came to a shoddy door with a hand-written sign scrawled Big Top Escorts. I opened the door and entered a claustrophobic office with one tiny filthy window and a broken metal desk. Behind the desk sat a balding stocky man with a goatee. When he stood him, I realized he wasn’t wearing pants, only boxer shorts. He extended his paw to me and made sure I was the guy who had called earlier. He told me his name was Vinny and that he had a job for me. If I did the job well, he’d cancel the POZ bachelor party for my fiancé, and ignore the deposit fee. I asked what the job was. He grinned and groped himself, “Get me hard.”

Yesterday afternoon... I was doing my HIV outreach & testing at the bathhouse... was the end of the afternoon and gave the last "client" his negative results... he leaned in to give me a thank you hug and kiss I gave him tongue and slipped my hand in his towel... he bent me over and quickly gave me his load.. A hot Panamanian uncut cock and a BIG LOAD :-)

Sometimes I can go for days/weeks without thinking about sex. But, there's other times when my libido is in overdrive; and, getting cock/cum are just about all I can think about. Here's the rundown of my 3-day Easter Weekend of cock: 1. Friday night, took 2 loads from a fuck buddy. (He invited a friend over, and they both 'tag-teamed' my hole. 2. Saturday night, took 2 loads from 5 cocks at Slammers LA. 3. Sunday afternoon, took 4 loads from 8 cocks at a sex party in Van Nuys. (The last two guys (#7/#8) of that afternoon had thick, fat dicks. Didn't think I could handle anymore meat, but I took their fucking juicy loads like a champ). Hope you all had a nice weekend, boys--I sure did.

Quick version, city dude with redneck farmer fetish gets fucked good and hard by young redneck farmer dude who had a big, thick dick Quick backstory, I spent my early years in Chicago. Just as I was hitting puberty, my dad got transferred and we moved from the city to some dinky farming community downstate. I quickly discovered that young farmers are generally well built and sexy as hell. I was closeted at the time, but even as a young little 14 y/o scrawny bottom bitch in the making, I knew I wanted to get fucked by some farmer studs. My high school jackoff fantasy was being totally dominated by an athletic redneck farmer dude wearing a sleeveless shirt, skin-tight wrangler jeans with a can of chaw in the back pocket, a massive belt buckle, and some cowboy boots. Although I’ve had me a few dudes like this in college to hook up with, after college I moved back to a bigger city and really don’t see many hung, sexy farmer dudes anymore. Anyway, I am back home visiting my family for the weekend. I got bored and went to the neighborhood bar for a gin and tonic. Shortly after I got there, in walked this dude that was fucking sexy as hell. He was in his early 20’s, wearing some skin-tight wrangler jeans, cutoff farmer shirt, huge belt buckle, cowboy boots, a dip of Skoal in his mouth, and a gorgeous smile. The bar was pretty empty and he came over and we started talking. He started talking about his girlfriend who was gone and about how lonely he was. Long story short, after a few more drinks, I walked him home and he invited me in. He mentioned that although he has a girlfriend, he’s down to mess around with a dude on occasion. I made it quite clear to him that i liked getting fucked good and hard by studs with big dicks and I found redneck farmer dudes sexy as hell. Not long after that, I was flat on my back, looking into the eyes of this stud, running my hands over his muscular chest as he was fucking me good, hard, and raw with his big, thick 8 inches of manmeat. Listening to this stud talk sexy to me in his country accent while I was moaning like a little bitch and begging for more. He finished up absolutely jackhammering my ass and the sound of his big ole balls slapping my ass was fucking amazing! Afterwards, he was even down to snuggle and make out a little. He was very impressed that scrawny little feminine gingerbitch me could take an assfucking like that and still beg for more. He said he’d never seen a dude bust a nut simply from getting fucked without anything ever touching my cock Beimg gay is fucking amazing!! Being a bottom bitch faggot is even fucking better!!! Being a bottom bitch faggot who’s getting fucked good and raw by a sexy hung stud with a big, thick dick that’s been my favorite fantasy since I was a young teen is the absolute fucking greatest!!!

Part 47 - Boning for a Job Joe spent the morning talking with Kyle about the job. He was worried that Kyle would be reluctant to go to California with him if he didn’t have a job out there too. If Joe had to choose, he would choose Kyle over a job, but he really wanted both. Plus, he would be close to Mark and he really enjoyed their renewed connection. Kyle insisted that he take the job. The pay was good enough to support both of them and he would look for jobs in the area both before and after they graduated. Joe called an uber to get to the hotel to meet Greg and whoever else he had invited. It was a little more complicated than he had planned on, but decided to enjoy the time. Joe had gotten a text message with the room number and he walked through the elegant lobby to the elevators. He got off on the sixth floor and went to room 609 and knocked. The door opened and Greg was standing there in just a jockstrap. Joe walked in and set his backpack down and as soon as he stood up, Greg had him up against the wall and his tongue diving for his throat. Greg’s hands lowered and then slipped behind Joe and then gripped his butt cheeks. Greg pulled him up and carried him to the bed and then leaned over, laying Joe down. Greg climbed on top, pinning Joe’s hands to the bed. “Hey there, sexy. I’ve missed you.” “I missed you too” said Joe and added “How have you been doing, now that you’re all charged up?” “Well, that flu sucked big time. After that, I felt great. And every time I breed a guy I feel even better” Greg said. “Good, I was hoping you would share once you were toxic. That was part of the deal, right?” asked Joe. “Yeah, it was and I’ve been doing my best. I’ve bred a few dozen guys. Not sure if I’ve tagged any yet, though” Greg replied. “It will happen, don’t worry. I thought you said there was going to be a group today” Joe said, looking up at Greg. “Yeah, that’s later. I wanted some time with you alone. Save your loads though, they need to be used on the guests and you already got me, hehe.” “Ok, but now you have me curious who these guys are” Joe said. “Shhh, you’ll find out soon enough. Now suck my cock” Greg said sternly. Joe rolled over and nibbled his way down Greg’s body and swallowed his cock to the base with one gulp. He sucked Greg’s cock before moving to his balls, careful not to get Greg too worked up and let him waste his load. While Greg was firmly in control, this meeting was a lot more sensuous than their previous two sessions. They spent more time cuddling and kissing and even when Greg fucked Joe, it was not as intense. Joe hoped that Greg wasn’t getting attached to him. He liked Greg and was appreciative of him following through with the job, but he always was careful about clients getting too close. Greg’s alarm went off and he slowly pulled his cock out of Joe’s ass. “Damn, I could do this forever, but the other guys are going to be here soon” Greg said. Greg went over to his clothes that were neatly stacked in the dresser and pulled out a stack of cash. He peeled off $1000 and handed it to Joe. “Greg, I can’t take your money. You’ve paid me a hundred times over by getting me a job” Joe said. “Take the money. Until you start working for my company, you are still a student. You’re going to need to pay the bills until you graduate and maybe longer. Now, don’t say too much about our previous meetings to the guys that show up today. As far as they are concerned, we met when I was visiting your campus and you happened to be one of our interviewees. We fucked on a hookup before the interview. Nothing more. OK?” Greg said seriously. Joe sighed and put the money in his jeans pocket. “Yes, sir. You’re the boss” he said to Greg. “Speaking of which… Have you considered our offer?” Greg asked. “Is this really the time to talk about this? Naked in a hotel room?” Joe joked. “Well, it won’t be official unless you have the offer letter signed here, but I’m curious” Greg said. Joe reached into his backpack and handed Greg the offer letter. “Consider it accepted” Joe said. Greg took the letter and quickly looked it over before putting it in the dresser, then turning to Joe and hugging him. Greg said to Joe “Thanks and welcome to the insane asylum. You made a good decision. Though it might make the next hour or so a bit interesting.” Just then there was a knock at the door. Greg went over and opened it and let a guy in. “I see you’ve already started, Greg” a vaguely familiar voice said. Joe turned and saw the goth guy from his interview walk into the room. As soon as Patrick saw Joe standing there naked he stopped and said “What the fuck? Greg, what’s going on here?” Greg laughed and said “I told you I had a surprise. I think you remember Joe. He’s going to help us out on our project. You sometimes say our employees fuck us over and he’s going to do his best today. Joe, you remember Patrick. He’s going to be your boss in a few months, but today he’s your bitch.” Joe felt his stomach flip flop a few times and couldn’t remember ever being so nervous. Patrick looked up and down at Joe and licked his lips. “You look a hell of a lot hotter without those clothes on. You should have been naked at your interview and I would have hired you on the spot” Patrick said. After a pause he continued “I figured you were gay if Greg was raving about you. You’re not like the guys he usually picks up, though, but I figured he had hooked up with you the way he went on. Are you’re the one that did him?” Joe took a deep breath and didn’t really want to answer the question. It really wasn’t anyones business besides Greg and him. Thankfully Greg interrupted and said “Let’s just say it happened on that trip. As you can see from the tattoos, Joe doesn’t hide his current status. He’s nice and potent and perfect for today’s fun.” Patrick circled around Joe looking at all of his body and noticing both the ink and the steel. “Do you take that out to fuck?” he asked Joe. “Nope. I just stretched it up a size so its got more mass” Joe said with a smile. There was another knock at the door and Greg motioned for the other two to stay quiet and move around the corner. Greg opened the door and said “I was starting to get worried that you had decided to not go through with it.” Another familiar voice said “I’m sorry sir. I’ve been down the hall trying to get the nerve to come in.” “If you’re not ready, I understand. There’s no going back. You can leave now, but you know what the deal is” Greg said. “Yes, sir. I am ready.” “Good. Then come in and meet the other guys. One is like you and the other is going to help you two on your quest” Greg said as he walked into the room. Raphi walked into the room and gasped as he saw Patrick and Joe. His eyes darted back and forth between the two and Joe could see a new wave of panic take over Raphi. Greg came up behind him and massaged his shoulders, trying to get him to calm down. “So, Patrick and Raphi want to get charged up. Each has their own reasons, but I told them that I could help. Joe here is poz and toxic. So am I. We’re going to give you our loads and hopefully we will get you both converted. I know that we all work together, so it might be awkward, but this is not a company event. We are just guys meeting to fuck” Greg said as he started to pull Raphi’s shirt off. Joe started to help Patrick undress and soon all four were naked. Joe looked over Patrick’s naked body and saw a skinny, pale guy. He was a couple inches taller than Joe and naturally smooth. His cock was like his body, pale, long and thin. His straight dark hair hung over his head, covering his eyes and there was a matching trimmed bush around his cock. He looked over and saw Raphi standing next to Greg and the difference was startling. Raphi was a a few inches shorter than Joe, not skinny but not muscled. He was latino and had perfect light brown skin with a dark trail that ran from mid chest down to his cock and a light covering of black hair over his pecs. His lower half was pretty hairy and his cock seemed to be a growing uncut six inches. Joe and Patrick took one side of the king bed and Greg led Raphi to the other side. Joe grabbed his backpack and pulled out a few items and tossed them on the bed. He dug around and pulled out a fresh bottle of poppers and took a hit before passing the bottle to Patrick. After Patrick took two long hits, he passed the bottle to Greg. Joe looked Patrick in the eye and said quietly “Do you really want this? There’s no guarantee, but I have a good track record.” Patrick leaned in and kissed Joe deeply and whispered “Yeah I do. I want to knock my cheating boyfriend up. The fucker has kept me from playing around and now I want revenge.” Joe smiled and looked back at Patrick “I hope I don’t regret this in a few months.” “Don’t worry, I keep playtime and work time separate. Now, lets see if all of Greg’s raves about you are true” Patrick said as he dropped to his knees and began to suck Joe’s half hard cock. Joe’s cock reacted quickly and Joe knew that his future boss was really skilled at sucking cock. He had no problem taking it all the way and didn’t gag with the piercing in his throat. His cock had a thick coating of throat slime all over it and Joe wanted to feel Patrick’s ass suck his cock in. He stood there getting sucked and started thinking of ways to ensure Patrick got pozzed. He had taken the bottle brush out of his backpack for the trip and wondered what he might have in his bag to replace it and then grinned. He pulled Patrick up and saw Raphi’s face buried in Greg’s crotch. He whispered to Patrick “Want me to brush your hole?” and saw Patrick’s eyes get big before he nodded slowly. Joe reached down and rifled through the bag and came out with his travel toothbrush and pushed Patrick onto the bed on his knees. Joe stuffed one of Patrick’s socks into his mouth before going to work. He knew this was going to hurt, but he slowly inserted the brush into Patrick’s anal cavity. He pushed in and out while twisting the brush around and he could hear the muffled screams from Patrick. Greg looked over and grinned, remembering how Joe had tortured his hole. Joe spent a few more minutes prepping Patrick’s hole before pulling the brush out. There wasn’t a white bristle left and Joe made sure that Patrick saw the result. Joe pulled the sock out and shoved the toothbrush into Patrick’s mouth. Joe’s cock was dripping and he saw a trickle of blood run out of Patrick’s hole. He spat on the hole and then slowly inserted his rigid penis into Patrick’s destroyed pussy. Once his balls were against Patrick’s, he ground his hips forcing his cock around inside Patrick. Then Joe began pounding in. He had no intention of this being a gentle fuck. Suddenly the bed bounced as Greg threw Raphi on to the bed on his back. Greg reached over and pulled the toothbrush out of Patrick’s mouth and roughly jabbed it into Raphi’s cunt. Raphi’s tried to stifle his screams but was only partially successful. Greg reamed the boy’s hole while Joe was drilling Patrick. Joe wasn’t sure what was lubing his cock, but it was probably a mixture of precum and blood. The bed shook as Greg rammed his cock into Raphi’s hole and more stifled screams filled the room. Patrick felt like a doe in a nature documentary about the rut. Joe was his buck and was intent on knocking him up. The pain was very present but this is what he was here for. Greg was right, Joe really knew how to fuck and as rough as it was he was enjoying every second and his moans told Joe that. Most guys that had fucked him never had this intensity or variety during the fuck. He felt Joe’s breath on the back of his neck and moaned louder. He felt Joe’s teeth bite in gently and knew he was probably getting close. Patrick worked his ass muscles, milking Joe’s cock, getting Joe even closer. With a grunt, Joe unleashed a huge load of his toxic seed into Patrick’s battered hole. Joe’s chest was on Patrick’s pale, sweaty back and as the last pulses from his cock ended he heard Patrick say “Fuck, that was amazing. Greg, you weren’t shitting me.” Joe chuckled and then slowly pulled out. The bed was still shaking as Greg was pounding Raphi mercilessly. Raphi was whimpering and Joe could see the tears run down his face. He hoped that it was from pain and not from him being pressured to get pozzed. Greg slowed his fuck down, but the thrusts got even stronger. Both Raphi and Greg grunted for the last few strokes until Greg exploded inside Raphi’s wrecked hole. Patrick was cleaning Joe’s cock, licking up the blood and cum and bathing his balls in spit. Greg wiped his cock off with a towel and moved around to the other side of the bed. He pushed Joe aside and pulled Patrick off the edge of the bed so he was bent over, his feet on the floor and shoved his cock in. Joe went over behind Raphi and pulled him on to the floor and down on to his knees. He wanted to give him a rest before breeding him and wanted his balls to have more time to recharge. Raphi sucked and licked Joe’s cock, almost like making love to it. Joe quickly realized that this kind of fuck wasn’t really his scene. He figured that Greg had wrecked his hole enough and he just needed to add his strain to Raphi’s cunt and let the bug seep into his blood from there. He pulled Raphi up to the bed and rolled him on to his knees. Raphi reached back and spread his butt cheeks and Joe knew he was ready. With his cock coated in spit he lined it up and slowly slid in to the ravaged hole. He heard Raphi groan and knew he was still pretty sore from Greg’s brushing and rough fuck. He worked up the speed and length of his strokes and soon felt Raphi getting into the fuck. He was pushing back on to Joe’s cock as Joe thrust in and he started to feel Raphi squeeze his ass muscles around Joe’s cock. Joe heard Greg pounding Patrick just like he had Raphi. Patrick was grunting with the occasional scream when Greg really jabbed his cock in. The bed was once again bouncing and both Raphi and Patrick seemed like rag dolls on a vibrating table. Joe started to hear Raphi talk and his voice started to get louder. “Oh fuck yeah, breed me please. Poz my neg ass up.” Joe knew that now he could fuck with full force and he did. He hammered Raphi’s hole and felt him clamp down on his shaft tightly. Joes balls started to tingle and he knew it was about time to give Raphi his second toxic load of the day. He grabbed Raphi’s shoulders and drove his cock in deep, holding it there as the pulses spewed his infected seed into the once neg body. The moans from Raphi turned Joe on and his orgasm lasted longer than he expected. Greg began to shoot when he heard Joe’s moan from shooting his load. Patrick grunted with each thrust of Greg’s cock, each one showering the insides of his hole with poz semen. Greg pulled out and slapped Patricks ass and then went into the bathroom. Joe collapsed on the bed and heard the shower go on. The three of them laid on the bed panting for several minutes. Greg came out of the bathroom, got dressed and walked out of the room without saying another word. The awkward silence that followed was broken by Patrick. “I guess he’s not that into it” Patrick said and neither Joe or Raphi knew how to respond. Raphi rolled over next to Joe and started to stroke his chest. Patrick looked over and then did the same on the other side of Joe. “That was one of the best fucks I’ve had in a long time” Patrick told Joe. Joe put his arms around both guys and said “Thanks. I hope you guys were serious about wanting to get pozzed.” Raphi spoke first and said “I’m scared, but yeah I am.” Patrick said “I already told you I was. I’m just trying to figure out how to get you to breed my boyfriend” and laughed. “If you really want revenge, I think its better if you do it” Joe told Patrick. “Yeah, you’re probably right. And Raphi, the fear is part of what makes it so exciting” Patrick said. “I guess you’re right. I was so turned on when I felt the cum shoot inside me. And feeling it inside me right now, knowing what is happening has my dick so hard it hurts” Raphi said and he started to move down Joe’s body. Joe felt Raphi’s warm mouth engulf his cock and he moaned. Joe’s cock stiffened and Raphi started sucking harder and bobbing on his shaft. “Got any more seed in those balls, Joe?” Patrick asked as he leaned over and started to suck and bite Joe’s nipples. “Yeah, but I’m gonna need a little while to let them fill back up” Joe replied. He enjoyed feeling Raphi nurse on his cock and got an idea on how to dump his next load. “Patrick, are you vers?” Joe asked. “Yeah, why?” Patrick responded. “You up for fucking Raphi while I breed your ass? You’ll get your cock coated with our poz jizz and if you let me scrape it up a bit we can give the bug another way in” explained Joe. He looked over and Patrick had an evil grin on his face. “Climb up and feed me that fuckstick” Joe said. Patrick straddled his chest and Raphi moved between Joe's legs. Joe licked the tip of Patrick’s cut cock and took it in deeper as Patrick pushed in. It started out just like any good blowjob with Joe’s tongue exploring and probing around and his lips moving up and down the shaft. Joe closed his jaw a bit and his teeth scraped along the flesh of Patrick’s cock. It was gentle at first and then Patrick started to fuck Joe’s face harder. With a little more pressure, Joe’s teeth were digging in to Patrick’s cock. The harder he went down, the harder Patrick plowed his face. Patrick put his hands around the back of Joe’s head and really started to fuck his face. He even jabbed to the sides and Joe’s molar’s dug into the head of his cock. Joe really wasn’t expecting Patrick to get into it like he did, but with the coppery taste from blood and the salty precum taste mixing, he knew that Patrick’s cock was ready for a poz cum bath. Patrick slowly pulled his cock out of Joe’s mouth and looked down, seeing the roughed up sections on the shaft and several deep scrapes on the head, both getting darker as the blood rushed to the surface. He knew his cock would be sore for a few days but felt strangely turned on. Patrick got off of Joe’s chest and Joe pulled his cock out of Raphi’s mouth, garnering a whimper from the boy. Raphi was pushed forward on the bed and up on his hands and knees. Patrick moved in behind him and wasted no time in sliding his cock into Raphi’s cum lubed hole. Joe realized that this was not the first time Patrick had done this and was planted deep in Raphi’s ass, waiting for Joe to penetrate him. Joe watched his spit covered cock descend into Patrick’s puffy hole and thrusted in hard the last few inches. He heard a combined “Fuck yeah” from both of the guys in front of him. Joe pulled back until just his cock head was inside Patrick. He knew Patrick’s cock was at least an inch longer than his, though thinner, and this position should be perfect for Patrick to fuck himself on Joe’s cock and then drive back into Raphi. Patrick began to rock back and forth, taking Joe’s cock in until he felt Joe’s thighs against his ass and then shoving his scraped up cock into the cum filled confines of Raphi’s cunt. He picked up speed and occasionally gyrated his hips. Joe’s hands rested on Patrick’s hips to steady himself and to give him a brace for the times he would slam in when Patrick was ramming into Raphi. He could even feel Raphi push back to meet Patrick’s thrusts and it seemed they all were enjoying a perfectly orchestrated three way. The bed was rocking and all three guys were either moaning or grunting. Patrick began to fuck harder and with each thrust in, he squeezed his ass around Joe’s cock which started to swell. Patrick slammed into Raphi, grabbing his shoulders and holding him firmly just as his cock began to shoot ropes of neg cum into Raphi’s hungry hole. Joe felt the orgasm milk his own cock and it was only a few seconds later that Joe hammered Patrick’s hole a few more times before pumping a third toxic load into his ass. The three stayed in position until all of the bodies stopped shaking and cum had been fully deposited into both asses and the bed cover. Joe pulled out and collapsed on the bed and Patrick soon did the same. Raphi moved between them and started to clean both of their cocks, sucking up the cum mixture before looking up at both guys with a huge grin. They rested for a short while before getting up and rinsing off in the shower. They got dressed and cleaned the room up a bit, but the bed was a cum and spit soaked mess. “Thanks. That was a lot of fun. Its going to take a few weeks to see if you two were successful and I don’t know about Raphi, but I’d like to do it again before you go back home. We can leave Greg out of it next time, though” Patrick said. “Hell, yeah! I’m up for it” Raphi said enthusiastically. Patrick wrote down his number on slip of paper and handed it to Joe saying “Call me about the job, at least. Or sex… Or both.” They walked out of the room and Joe hopped in the cab outside the front of the hotel and took the short ride back to Mark’s apartment. Half way through the trip his phone buzzed. He read the message from Greg. “Sorry for bailing. Realized I don’t like watching you fuck other guys.” “Shit” muttered Joe hoping the driver hadn’t heard him swear.

Chapter V. Jim grasped my cock and swallowed it to the base. “Ummm. Love that sweet POZ juice leaking from your dick!” Carl grabbed my dick, “Let me have a taste!” They took turns deep throating me as my boy huffed the poppers someone was holding under his nose. Surround by close to a dozen sick fucks, all hungry for POZ cum, Carl guided my bare cock into my fiancé’s hole. My boy moaned as I eased into him. His hole was loose and wet, almost as if he had already been fucked. My dick was practically sloshing around inside him. I grunted my approval as my boy started fucking himself on my dick. Jim leaned in to my ear, “You like that hole? It’s a little sloppy already. Some of the guys have been saving their loads for a week! We loosened him up with some toys and then injected about a dozen loads up there, some of them POZ! He was so hot for more cum, we had to take a break and go have a few drinks, or the fun would have started without you!” My cock was feeling really good. There were sounds of cocksucking all around me and hands feeling my bare ass, fingering my hole. The sensations were overwhelming and I knew I needed a pause or I would cum too soon. I needed to figure out a way, if still possible, to make sure that only the NEG guys bred my boy. I knew he already had POZ seed dripping out of his ass from their pre-party lube, but I wanted to do my best to protect him from any more risk. I flipped my boy over onto his back. Jim and Carl were both naked by that point and the were slapping their dicks against my boy’s cheeks as I braced myself to enter him again. I slid into my boy’s wet cummy ass. Damn it felt good sliding into an ass that I knew was full of cum. I pounded away as long as I could while trying to formulate a plan. I decided I would pick the order of the guys who got to fuck my boy next; guys I knew were NEG would go to the front of the line. While he was busy with the NEG men, I’d give the POZ tops to Carl and Jim. It would serve them right for their parts in this whole sick affair. My boy would still up being bred by multiple guys, and those POZ lube-loads would keep sloshing around inside his gut, but it would be worth a shot. Just thinking about it got me hotter and hotter until I bred my boy deep. He squealed with pleasure as I released inside him. He would have probably cried out, but his mouth was full of Carl’s thick uncut cock. I eased out of m boy’s ass as Jim saw his chance. He almost pushed me out of the way as he slammed into my boy’s raw ass. I guess I had forgotten how big Jim’s dick was, at least two inches longer than mine, and almost as thick as Vinny’s beercan cock. My boy groaned on Carl’s dick as lube-cum and my load frothed at the base of his dick. I’d never seen a hole so cummy and he was only on Top #2. Jim kept talking dirty about the loads they were all going to be sharing that night and my boy grunted and groaned in approval. I glanced around the room trying to figure out how to orchestrate who went next. As I was approaching a little guy with a huge schlong from my boy’s office, one of the POZ guys tried to back up onto my dick. I shook my head no and he made a crack, “Oh, reserving your toxic loads for only the NEG holes?” I chuckled as if I appreciated his joke. “We’re paying for this party, and for your cum. You’ll fuck whoever we tell you to!” I was taken aback. As the guy pressed me against the wall and mounted my hardening dick, Carl fired off inside my boy and Jim took his place. The thing was, the POZ bottom bouncing up and down on my dick was really good. I wanted to get off before Jim did so I would be there to ensure that the next cock to breed my boy was NEG. He did get me off quickly, and I fired my second load of the party into his POZ hole. I got back to my boy just as Jim filled his hole with his load. The little NEG office boy was conveniently next to Jim as he pulled out, and he slid right in. Another guy, one of the POZ men who bred my boy at our last group party, was face fucking my boy. I figured they would both last a while and I maneuvered another NEG guy, one of Carl’s friends, next to the office boy. The office boy came pretty quickly and pulled out. My boy’s hole was empty for a moment, and I leaned down, taking in the sight and smell of all of that cum oozing out of his bare hole. On my knees, I felt someone teasing my hole. Of course, it was the POZ guy who had just been in my boy’s mouth. He slammed into me, which was not easy or comfortable considering I didn’t have a dozen lube-loads inside me. He dryfucked me as I groaned in pain. The next NEG guy started fucking my boy with my face right next to his pistoning hips. The POZ guy told me my dry hole was tearing up his dick, and he was loving it. “All the better to breed this boy here!” He pulled out of me as soon as the NEG guy blasted off inside my boy and slammed into my boy’s ass. In the few seconds it was free of an ass, I could see that it was more than pink; his POZ cock was practically bloody, and so must have been my ass. Having a POZ hole on my cock was risky, but not nearly as risky has having a bloody ass after a POZ cock was up it. I pulled myself out of the fray and tried to get the bloody POZ dick away from my boy’s ass, but it was too late. Seeing all of that pink cummy froth pouring out of my boy’s hole was too much, and fired off, adding to the toxic mix. I was happy when my boy held up his hands and said he needed a break. I helped him up and cradled him, swatting away prying hands and hard dripping dicks as we made our way to the bathroom. I sat him down on the edge of the tub. “Having second thoughts,” I asked him, deepening my voice as much as possible. “Fuck no. Just need a break.” “Want me to wash out your hole?” “And waste all of that cum?” He stood up and kissed me. “Have we met before,” he asked me… I had to keep it cool. “Maybe at one of these parties,” I suggested, trying to throw him off. “Yeah. Maybe,” was all he could muster. I was rubbing my sore bloody ass trying to figure out a way to get that POZ cum out of my ass. My boy looked at me and spun me around. He pried open my cheeks. “Damn. That POZ fucker really tore you up. I’ve got something that will help.” I braced myself on the counter thinking that my boy would get a washcloth or maybe even eat my ass out. But no. He squatted on the floor and worked out some of his loads, and then fingered them into me. I moaned. It felt so good to have that cool spooge soothing my asshole. I realized there was nothing I could do to prevent him or me from taking POZ cum that night. He kissed me as I heaved a sigh of resignation, and then he led me back out into the fray. When we got back to the mattress in the middle of the suite, Jim and Carl were laying on their backs, knees up, holes both being pummeled by POZ strangers. What could my boy and I do but lay down next to them? I lost count of the loads either of us took that night, and I never counted again. Hours later, I snuck out of the room and got back to our house with enough time to shower and stash the cummy leather duds in a box high in our closet. I got into bed, exhausted from the abuse my ass and cock had taken since this whole thing began. We did get married, and I never told him that I was at his bachelor party. On our honeymoon, he asked if I might want to revisit our plans for monogamy. I told him I would be happy to if it made him happy. Cut to three hours later: both of us in a cottage on the beach. Our asses being pummeled by a couple of strangers.

Chapter IV. I slept like a brick that night. I had cum three times that day, once on the desk of a filthy escort office after taking a raw load from a stranger, once in my fiancé’s ass, and once in the ass of the wrong twink who hired me to POZ him. I was dead asleep when my boy crawled into bed reeking of cheap beer, cigarettes, and maybe even a hint of cum, or maybe I was imagining. He told me that he and Jim had a great evening. They went to the Go-Go Bar and had a lap dance or two as they finalized the plans for the big night. I asked if he wound up with some Go-Go cum leaking out of his hole and he just laughed before kissing me goodnight. The night of our big separate bachelor parties came upon me sooner than I expected. In the intervening couple of weeks, Vinny called me two more times to whore me out. I wound up back at the blindfolded twinks’ house again, and this time, they both took my loads. And I got called to service two rough-looking construction workers in a rundown apartment. One was in his twenties and one in his fifties. They took me from both ends. The older guy came in my ass first and the younger guy used his lube to fuck me deep for thirty minutes before he gave me his load too. Vinny told me later that they were father and son. He also told me that they were POZ. Fuck. Vinny never told me if he was POZ or not, but I couldn’t see how he wouldn’t be. So, I had taken at least two POZ loads in a quest to keep my boy from being POZZED. The afternoon of the party, I called Carl to tell him that I had cold feet and didn’t feel like a Go-Go Bar party. He was let down, but called the other guys he had invited to cancel. That meant I was free to show up at my boy’s party and masquerade as a POZ top for him and his friends. I called Vinny and he gave me the name and room number of the hotel that Jim had arranged. I went out after Jim left and headed to an adult bookstore with a leather section. I spent all $1000 that I made on my first night of hustling on a leather jockstrap, chaps, a vest, and a hood. I changed into my new gear and drove to the hotel. I parked in the garage and headed to the elevator. I felt so slutty walking through a public place dressed like that. I had the hood in my hands as I approached the elevator, looking around to make sure no one I knew saw me in the garage. I put it on as the doors closed. The elevator stopped on the lobby level, but no one got in. Then, a hand appeared between the closing doors and they opened. In stepped Carl, Jim, and my boy, arm in arm, and clearly feeling no pain. They must have been drinking in the bar, but they clearly hadn’t seen me without my mask. Carl slipped his hand into the back of my boy’s pants as he smiled at me. “You headed to Room 317?” “Umhum,” I growled, doing my best to disguise my voice. Jim grinned and said, “Looks like it’s this slut’s lucky night!” He groped my boy’s crotch and leaned in to kiss him. The elevator opened and they tumbled out as we got to the room. The party had already started and we could hear the noise as we approached the door. Carl opened the door and I was surprised to see at least ten guys in various states of nakedness lounging around the suite. The furniture had all been pushed to the sides of the room and there was a blow-up mattress in the middle. I recognized all of the guys that Carl had invited to my party and a bunch of my boy’s and Jim’s friends. There were three or four of our former playmates, including some of the POZ guys who had topped my fiancé at our last party. My boy was clearly already wasted. As I stood there taking in the scene, Carl wrapped his arm around me. “Here’s how it’s gonna go. You breed him first, then me and my buddy Jim here get our shots. Hell, I’ve been wanting a slice of that fine ass since I first met him. If you’re up for it, we’d love for you to POZ us too. Think you can squeeze out three loads?” He grabbed by jock. I nodded. “Good. When we’re all good and loosened up, the rest of these guys are going to dive in and fuck us all. Some of them are POZ, so don’t feel left out. Everyone here is ok taking some POZ seed. Now let’s get to the fucking!” Carl and Jim stripped my boy and arranged him for me. His ass was up and prone. They took turns lapping at his ass and spreading his cheeks wide for me. I could see my boy’s hard cock bouncing beneath him as I unsnapped my leather jock cup and eased closer to his hole.

Chapter III. I let myself into a very nice house and climbed the stairs. The last door on the left was closed and there were instructions handwritten on a piece of paper. SORRY BRO. ONE OF US CHICKENED OUT. PLEASE FUCK US BOTH BUT WRAP UP FOR THE BOY CLOSEST TO THE DOOR. LUBE AND CONDOMS ON THE TABLE. Okay, whatever. I figured at least one of these boys had some sense. When I opened the door, I saw two slim twinks, both with spiky blond hair, both wearing black leather blindfold masks over their eyes. They were rolling around making out in the middle of the bed. I cleared my throat, and they wriggled apart, pawing around to get their grounding on the mattress. They lined up at the foot of the bed, on their hands and knees, side by side, asses up. They both wore red jockstraps framing their upturned muscled asses. I shucked off my boots, pants and my tee, wasted on these blindfolded sluts, and climbed onto the bed. I placed my crotch into one of their faces and he stuck out his tongue. I let him get my jock soaking wet before moving over to the next boy. I moved the pouch aside and let the other boy finish getting me hard. The first boy whimpered and I grumbled, “Shut up!” as I forced my cock down his throat. I let the first boy blow me until switching to let the other boy have a turn. As he blew me, I leaned forward spitting onto my hand before sticking my fingers in their asses. They both moaned with delight. I pulled out of the second boy’s mouth and went to their asses. I licked them both up and down and worked a finger or two in. I guess I had to bag up for one of the boys; even though I wasn’t POZ, they didn’t know that. I unwrapped a condom from the table and rolled it over my own drooling hard cock. I had so much precum and was so wet, I half thought that the condom might work itself off of my dick. No harm done if it did though… I unrolled the rubber and squirted on some lube. The boy closest to the door was quivering as I grabbed his hips and jammed the head of my wrapped cock into his ass. He jumped as I kept pushing forward until I was balls deep in his ass. He reached his hand back, presumably to check that I was wrapped. I slapped his hand away and kept fucking him. I could tell he was squirming underneath me a bit. When I pulled out, I pulled the rubber off with a loud snap and held it to his nose to sniff. He grinned. I aligned myself against the other boy’s hips and slammed my drooling cock into his ass with one thrust. He helped and grabbed the other boy’s hand as I pummeled away. With his free hand, he reached back to feel my cock and I let him. He had his fingers at the base of my dick as he winced and moaned. Then, he started to squirm a lot when he didn’t feel the rubber. I guess he was really turned on thinking he was taking a POZ load. “No… Not like this!” he groaned. I guess he was having second thoughts. The other boy just grabbed his head and kissed him hard. It turned me on to think of the scene from their end. A few months ago, this could have been me and my boy. That got my nuts churning and I fired off my load deep into this kids guts. The boy was practically sobbing behind his mask. The other boy was so wrapped up in comforting the boy who thought he just took a POZ load that neither one of them noticed as I pulled myself together and started to get dressed. As I creaked the door open, the boy closest to the door mumbled, “The money, it’s on the dresser.” Hell, I almost forgot to get paid for my first hustle! I palmed the money and raced out to the car. As I pulled into my own driveway, I called Vinny and told him what had happened. He chuckled, “HAHA! They think you POZZED the wrong boy! They were fooling around before you got there and lost where they were on the bed!” Vinny told me that they would get a free follow-up appointment whenever they wanted it! He asked me how much I had made, and it dawned on me that I hadn’t counted the money. I had $1000 crumbled into my pocket.

Growing up, I'd always suspected that my dad was gay. Or at least, shall we say, sexually indiscriminating? I mean, he was still married to mom and I had to come from somewhere. Besides, I do remember hearing them occasionally banging one out as their bedroom was right across the hall from mine. But still I had my suspicions, which were reinforced by behaviors. From the time I could remember I'd always just been around my dad when he was naked. Nudity was just an everyday thing at my house, so it never struck me as odd. Nudity was a thing for mom and me, too. Heck, There are many a photograph of me running around our house as a kid in my all-together! However, as I got older I started to notice Dad was nude around me more often than Mom. It was more 'our thing' - just two dudes hangin.... We bathed and showered together quite often, and hung out watching TV afterward as we air-dried. And, when I wasn't actually bathing, I would keep Dad company while he took a bath. He would let me play with boats in the deep end while we talked. Occasionally we'd play a game Dad called 'Light House' in which I would drive the boat between his legs to the 'lighthouse' that was standing erect there. The boat would crash on the 'rocks' below and I would laugh and laugh.... Anyway, I also first learned about masturbation from my father when I spied on him when he pleasured himself in the garage. I saw him fire his load into a shop rag, and after he went back inside I retrieved the rag and investigated it. What was this sticky fluid? Naturally he came back and caught me. I was SO embarrassed! But Dad took it very much in stride and was completely matter of fact about it all. And that's when I learned all about the birds and the bees. And also about what guys can do for special fun on their own, as he had just done. He also made it clear I should never tell Mom about because she was a girl and wouldn't understand. Dad's special magazines were also readily available for me; he really didn't even bother to hide them. They were just at the bottom of a magazine basket in our den. They started out as Playboy, but as I got older they became Penthouse, Club, Chic, Oui, and then some harder core mags with dicks and fucking in them too! Those were my favorites-- the ones that showed closeups of men with erections. Anyway, As I got older I gained hair and modesty, so the joint showers and nudity stopped and doors started being closed. Well, really just my doors-- although that didn't stop my Dad from interrupting me on more than one occasion. The first time, I was in my room, officially studying, but of course not only was I playing with myself, I was actually on the cusp of blowing my load when Dad barged into my room. I don't think I ever moved so fast in my life! Giving a quick laugh Dad exclaimed "Whoops!" And as he closed my door he added "Just don't get any on my Penthouse." There were a couple more times after that when Dad caught my jerking off. Each time Dad joked and commented something like "Damn, boy! Don't wear it out!" Or "Do you ever put that thing away?" Which is why I started jacking in the shower or behind a locked bathroom door. Slowly over this time, my suspicions about Dad being gay and his extracurricular activities increased. He was gone longer hours, working out more, or at least saying he was working out. Sometimes he'd come home and you could tell he'd had a beer or two. Mom and he fought more over piddly shit. I pretty much figured he was having an affair, or hooking up somewhere. And I could clearly see my parents on the clear trajectory toward divorce. He was also buddying up to me more during this time, telling me that I was really growing into a man, and complementing my by remarking how handsome I was becoming. Our conversations felt conspiratorial, and Dad increasingly joked around with me, and his jokes took on an ever increasing sexual overtone. Everything seemed to be a double-entendre. Well, the summer before my senior year of high school, Mom started a new job and started working nights. I think she took this job just so she and Dad would spend less time breathing the same air. It also forced Dad to be home more to take care of me (in theory). Dad still routinely got home late, often smelling of, well, I'm not sure what, but his body had a distinctive aroma. Even so, Dad was definitely more often at home more, which conveniently left us together with free time. In the evenings. Before bed. As I said before, Mom and Dad's room was right across the hall from mine. And in their room they had an old TV with a VCR. You know - for watching movies in bed. And with Mom working nights and Dad being Dad, well... he fired up the VCR - a lot. I mostly ignored it the first few times-- but I could hear the porn playing and the soft, creaking motion of his bed and I knew what was going on. But it was my father! I shouldn't be listening, hardly daring to breathe. I shouldn't be turned on by this, should I? Why did I have a boner?? So many thoughts... so many conflicted emotions. Finally one night I couldn't take it any more and I wanted-- no, NEEDED-- to see. So I snuck out of bed and crept quietly into the hall. Dad always left his door ajar, so I figured I could peep in and see him and the porn while he was too distracted to notice. I figured I was being quiet as a cat. I was wrong. "You might as well just come on in," he said in a loud voice. Fuck! Busted AGAIN by Dad!! Well, I sheepishly went into his bedroom and he gestured for me to sit next to him on the bed. He wasn't even trying to hide his erection. "Come on, you might as well 'take a load off' too. I can see you want to," again with the double entendre as he nodded to the boner in my pajamas. I stood next to the bed, guts churning, nervous as hell and shaking like a leaf while I stared at the erection held in his first. He smiled and patted the bed-- and I took my place beside him. Little did I realize that this small action would set me on a dark path and seal my fate. That first night we watched porn together and jacked off. Well, he jacked off and I mostly watched him jack off. When he came all over his belly and fist, I came too. In my pajamas. Without touching myself. From there we slowly progressed. It wasn't an every night event, but when I was in bed and I'd hear the porn soundtrack, I'd get up and join him. It started out as innocently jacking together. From there it became me jacking him off while we watched. I still vividly remember the first time I touched his erection - it was like a bolt of lightning struck me and I could barely breathe. And again, when he came, the feeling of his seed running over my knuckles made my own dick cum in my underwear. (No more Jammie's for this guy!) From there it soon progressed to blowjobs. Never him on me-- I was the son and it was my duty to get him off. To be a good boy. Oddly enough, it was a bigger deal to first jack my Dad than to blow him. The blowjob came naturally. Feeling the smooth, warm skin of his head with my tongue just felt right somehow. And when he shot in my mouth? There was no hesitation: I swallowed instantly. And happily. At this point in our relationship I had definitely shifted to just being his convenient sex toy. Sort of his human fleshlight. He didn't really make eye contact or acknowledge me at all. He was focused on the straight porn on the VCR. I didn't jack off or really touch myself at all in his presence. I would finish him off, he'd turn off the VCR and lights, and I'd go back to my room. Once there is either jack off or go to sleep. More often than not, I didn't even jack myself. And then one night it finally happened. This was in January of my senior year. It was after Christmas and I was back in school, Mom was back to work. I heard the porn fire up, but it was different porn. This time the grunting was more masculine - no more whiny bitch moaning. I went in and I saw Dad watching porn. I was right. He was playing a new porn tape. This one showed two guys on the screen, two, hot, furry, mustachioed men... and they were fucking! It was so hot and the breath caught in my throat. Dad and I started as we usually did-- him jacking for a minute, then me doing it for him. Then my mouth on his dick, as usual. But this time instead of cumming down my throat, he tapped my head after awhile and I stopped. "Get on all fours," he whispered. We NEVER talked during our sessions so this startled me. It was almost like a slap. But he just stopped everything, gestured toward the TV with a chin flip, and told me to "assume the position". My guts instantly turned to water as I knew what was about to happen and I wasn't sure about it at all. Wasn't sure I wanted to get fucked, but after all he was my Dad, and instinctively I wanted to please him so I got on all fours. I was facing the porn and I felt the bed shift as he got behind me. He reached and got some KY off the nightstand. My heart was thundering in my chest. Soon I felt the cool, wet hardness of his cockhead pushing at my sphincter. This was it-- I was losing my virginity. To my father. He pushed into my ass. I distinctly remember the pain. I tried to push back a bit on his thigh, to slow him or get him to stop but he was clearly bent on fucking. Which he did. I winced and grunted as he thrust inelegantly into me. It hurt and it felt like my asshole was ripping because of his thickness. I tried to relax-- I tried to understand how the one guy in the porn seemed to be really enjoying the cock in HIS ass. Did it hurt him as much? I tried to breathe through it. I teared up a bit. Then suddenly my father was buried inside me and shuddering. I could fee his cock throbbing in my ass, much as it had done in my mouth. There would be five or so pulses and a few aftershocks, again... like usual. I counted them off in my head. His hands were on my hips as he slowly pulled out of me. Then he magically produced some paper towels to wipe himself with and he was done. Stunned I made my way to the bathroom to wipe myself clean. There was a KY residue, some brown, and some red. Blood. So I HAD torn a bit. I stood in the bathroom a long time and looked at myself in the mirror. I was confused and hotly ashamed, mainly because I found myself aroused at the thought of what just happened to me. I jacked myself and came all over the bathroom sink while thinking about my Dad's cock violating my ass. Two nights later the same thing happened. And again a couple nights after that. Soon, I realized this was our new norm. So I stopped at Walgreens after work one day and got my own tube of KY that I kept in my secret hiding spot in my room. I started fingering my ass and lubing myself before heading in for our father-son bonding ritual. As time went on, some weeks there was less sex and I found myself a bit disappointed (and if I'm being honest, jealous). Because Dad was "late" getting home, his clothes smelling of cigarettes and "that smell" that I'd later come to realize was the stench of an adult bookstore. I'd always find myself wondering why I wasn't good enough-- had I done something wrong? Was he displeased, or worse... bored with me? But then he'd fire up the VCR again, and everything would be right as rain. Of course it's not like I was completely innocent during this time either. Dad had sort of opened the door to my sexuality. I had a couple friends at school that I was blowing fairly regularly. And there may have been one or two 'park encounters' between me and older men. Anyway, this continued through the summer until it was time for me to leave for my freshman year of college. In my mind this was also the cutoff point for my activity with Dad. I was going to college to start the next chapter in my life. I wanted to be normal. I wanted a change. And I knew I was approaching adulthood, wouldn't really be living at home anymore. I'd love to be able to say that we had one final night together before I left, where we spent the entire night fucking and he actually fucked me on my back while looking at me, and telling me that I was a good son and he was proud. Ah, the romantic in me! But no-- our sessions ended not with a bang, but a whisper. Really I don't even much remember our last fuck. As summer waned he sort of did it less and less. Plus Dad got really sick earlier in the summer, and that really seemed to zap his energy levels. I was okay with all this. It made my college transition that much easier. When I came home at Christmas break, Dad met me at the door and had me sit down. He had some things to tell me, he said. My stomach lurched as I could predict what was coming. Well... ALMOST predict. In a somber voice he explained Mom had moved out and that they were getting a divorce. He said there was something else, too. He had been to his doctor and... He took a deep, shuddering breath and said the last thing I expected: "Son... I'm HIV positive."

Older, married men are usually my thing. I had only had sex with two other men before this guy, bot with condoms. Both times kind of sucked. The condom hurt and really detracted from the experience. This changed when I met my first regular fuckbud. 45 years old and married. Big and manly looking. Real sexy. He also had an amazing cock. We got together once and fucked with a condom. Definitely not bad but the condom still felt rough. But it was definitely the best fuck I had so far. I definitely was open to another encounter with him. A few weeks past and he sends me a text of his perfect, uncut cock followed by "I'm free, lets fuck." I instantly got hard. I told him to hurry over to my place. My cock was throbbing. He gets over to my place and instantly undress right in front of him. He grabs my ass and squeezes it firmly. I then got on my knees and began to pull down his pants. His cocked burst out of his underwear and I looked up at him with lust as I held it. "Your cock is perfect. You make me feel so slutty." I began sucking it as hard as I could. I felt it grow in my mouth, felt the blood rushing with every flick of my tongue. I could taste his precum slowly seep out. I sucked until it became impossible feeling his throbbing cock inside me. I made a final slurp. Looking at him while rubbing his hairy, exposed, stomach I moaningly asked: "You ready to fuck me like a slut." "Yes, I love fucking my slut." The thought then dawned on me. I did not have a condom that would fit him. While still on my knees, throbbing cock in my face, I asked if he brought one. "Nope, I forgot." He said this with a joking tone. Something about it made me even hornier. I could tell he didn't wanna use one. I was scared at how horny this made me. His cock was so perfect that temptation pulsed through me. I knew I needed to see if one of my condoms would fit...or else... I then hurriedly went to my drawer and grabbed one of mine. I took the wrapper off and with a good effort tried to push it on. It wouldn't go past the tip. It limply feel off unto the ground. Instead, my vision was filled by hot, uncut, bare cock. A moment passed before he spoke: "I promise I won't get you pregnant." This sent me over the edge. I started jerking him and in slutty moans: "Lets fuck like men. I wanna feel you bare." Getting on my knees over the bed, I heard the opening of my lube bottle. Then came the squirt of it flowing into his hand. Then came him applying it both to his cock and my ass. Each moment that ticked filled me with more lust and desire. I was at the point of screaming. My whole body was shaking. He began teasing my ass. His bare tip flicking on my hole drove me to insanity. "Please baby, I wanna feel you." With these words, he began his first thrust. It was slow and deliberate. It was one of the hottest things I have ever felt. Instead of rough rubber, I felt soft skin. He was the widest cock I had taken up to that point, but bare, the soft flesh filled me in a much more gentle, erotic, way. It felt so much more personal. I loved feeling him in a way like his wife only knew. It was like I was in on a secret. That whole first stroke felt way longer than it did. As his tip reached the top of the thrust, I moaned: "Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. I feel like such a slut." "Yes you are. You are my slut." He then went into his normal fuck rhythm. But this time I felt so much more of it. There was no pain to distract me. Only pleasure. I interrupted my moans: "Promise you will come in me. When its time, cum as hard as you can in me." I noticed he got harder hearing this. I felt him grow more erect inside me. Each thrust made his cock swell more and more. I could sense his cock was getting ready to burst. I began riding it as hard as I can. I hear his voice from above: "I am gonna cum." I respond: "Keep your promise. Fill me up baby." And with that I felt a warmth hit the back of my prostate. This made me cum instantly. I felt each subsequent thrust fill me with more and more warmth. I felt everything. After that he pulled out and got ready to go. When he left I got up and felt his cum running down my leg. The feeling made me want it all over again. We fucked two more times. The last time we fucked was my last bareback. I have been wanting it again. Live in Skagit co, WA. If you are older or married and need a chubby bottom boy hit me up

Hi guys. I'm going to Berlin at the end of April for a week and I want my latin hole to be full of german cum. I want to go to Lab-oratory and fickstutenmarkt. Some other suggestions to get cum, hotels, etc. By the way, my Latin ass is going to like German men?

Think he is going to find out what it is like to be a bottom pussy boy.

I would refuse it. Chastity is not natural and it is one of the key position pushed on males (and females) by the Church. I would be gunning for the opposite for us guys: make us forcibly hard and milk us repeatedly while stuffing and trashing our fuck holes. That would be truer to the natural males drives.

My first black was at Steamworks in Chicago. He was a very masculine older black man I was about 27 and he was about 47. He ate my ass so good I couldn't wait to be f***** by him he really loved white ass and ever since then I have really loved black cock

I had a top who insisted on not cuming in me. I begged for the load. So, after a few different positions, I suggested I ride him. Well that cock was mine to milk dry. He begged me to get off him. I just milked him more by squeezing his balls. He came so hard he said he was seeing stars. The next time he just bred me straight away.

Frank and I started spending 2 to 3 days during the week together in the evening in his playroom. Weekends we might do other things but usually ended up having sex too. I learned a lot and we soon started swapping roles. It felt weird at first. I had never had any problems fucking Frank. Hell, the first time we met, I fucked him. But to be a Dom to him took some work to get my mind into it. Frank seemed to like it though. Sometimes he would stop and give me hints on what might make it better. We always talked afterwards, though, about what things we did that turned us on and how to make it hotter the next time. I mentioned that I liked the element of surprise and Frank nodded without saying anything more. One Saturday I showed up at his house and walked in the front door. As was the usual protocol, I stripped and left my clothes by the door. I wandered around the house looking for Frank but couldn’t find him. I stepped out the back patio and quickly two guys grabbed my arms. A dark cloth bag went over my head and I tried to break free, but the guys holding me were too strong. I felt someone wrap some rope around my ankles and then pick up my legs. I was carried away, naked. It seemed like they were taking me a ways away from the house and my mind was spinning, trying to figure out what was going on. They finally set me down, but they tied my hands to something. I felt someone put cuffs around my ankles and the rope was removed. Someone spread my legs and they were locked to something to keep them apart. I could feel the breeze against my skin and I remembered I was still outside and naked. Someone stuffed a cloth in my mouth and I lost my chance to scream out and call for help. “He’s just as sexy as Frank said” I heard one of the guys say. “If they are friends of Frank’s then I’m probably ok” I thought. I felt hands all over my body - not just two. It seemed to be more than four, too. Probably six. While they were big and rough hands, they were gentle in their touch. “Look at that ass. Nice and hairy and muscular. I could spend hours with my face buried in there” said another voice. “That cock is damn fine too” said a third voice and I realized my cock was getting hard. “Just remember, we can touch but no sex. Frank would have our balls if we messed with his boy without his ok” said the first voice. I was trying to figure out what was going on. They knew Frank and they knew he considered me his ‘boy’. They also knew Frank would be pissed if they tried to fuck me. They stopped groping me and I heard them whispering. Soon I heard another person approach. “Thanks, guys” I heard Frank say. “You got one fine boy there Frank. Any time you want to share him, just let me know” the second voice said. “Well, maybe we should ask him “ Frank said. A moment later he asked “Boy, would you like a few men to help me show you how good fucking outdoors is?” Frank said. Someone pulled the gag from my mouth and I felt the hands keep floating all over my body. My mind was all over the place. It sounded so erotic and so dangerous that it turned me on. But I had no idea who was there. They were friends of Franks, obviously, so it wasn’t like it would be random guys fucking me. I didn’t want to keep Frank waiting, so I said loudly “Yes, Sir!” I heard a few guys say “Fuck, yeah” or something similar and I heard Frank’s distinctive laugh. “I’m not sure you know what you just asked for, boy. I’m sure you will remember it though” Frank said. I heard the sound of a couple zippers being unzipped and then felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. I could tell it was Frank and he whispered in my ear “Make me proud, boy.” His hands went down my back and then spread my ass apart. Frank’s tongue went after my hole and he was pushing spit into my hole and then tongue fucking it in deeper. I could picture the scene in my head. Me hooded and tied to some trees in a forest, surrounded by naked men, all wanting to use me. I had no idea how many men were there, I was thinking it was maybe six, but I kept hearing noises all around me. Suddenly, I couldn’t feel Frank’s tongue or beard against my ass. I heard whispering, but couldn’t make out what anyone was saying. I felt two hands on my shoulders again and then a cock pushing my ass apart, heading straight for my hole. Frank’s cock pushed in and I tried to relax but I was still tight without him fingering me open. He let me get used to it for a minute and then started to fuck. This was different than our usual fucks. Frank was showing his friends how he owned my hole and while he might let them fuck me, they should consider this a rare privilege. He kept pounding me and kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. It was a big change from our sex play of the past few weeks. I felt his cock swell as he drilled me and I knew he was about to mark me with his seed. The grunts were familiar and then I felt the warmth of his cum fill me up inside. He gently bit my neck and then pulled out. I heard a voice say “Frank, may I use your boy?” followed by Frank’s affirmation. A new cock slid firmly into my cum lubed hole and I heard the man behind me moan. His cock pumped in and out of me slowly at first and then getting faster and more frantic. I felt another load shoot inside me and I was now carrying the DNA of one of Frank’s friends too. Another guy approached and the request was the same and Frank allowed him to fuck me. And another and another. When the eighth guy pushed his cock into me, my ass was beyond sore. The cum could only do so much to put out the fire from being roughly fucked over and over. This fuck was thankfully short, but the guy seemed to cum forever. When he pulled out I felt cum dripping off my balls and down my legs. I stood there for several minutes, waiting for either another guy to fuck me or to be untied and unhooded so I could see the men that used me. Instead, I started feeling warm streams cover my body. They came from every direction and from the smell I could tell that they were pissing all over my body. I had tried piss once before a long time ago and it had never done anything for me. This time, it just added to the experience. When everyone’s bladders were empty, I could hear people walk away. I was left there for what seemed a long time, Frank told me later it was fifteen minutes, before Frank took the hood off of me and then untied me. Everyone was gone, it was just the two of us, naked in the forest around his house. “I hope you liked that, Mike” Frank said as we walked back towards the house. “Yes, Sir” I replied and I heard him chuckle. “Good, I’m glad. I did too and you made several men very happy tonight. But, once we are done with the scene, you don’t have to address me as ‘Sir’” Frank said and I replied “OK, Frank.” He led me into the back entrance of the house that took us down some steps right into the basement. We showered off together in the playroom. Once cleaned off we went up stairs and drank a few beers before we went to his bedroom and fell asleep. Frank was behind me with his cock nestling next to my balls and cum slowly leaking from my ass.

Amateur videos are much more hotter and sexier anyway I find amateur videos much hotter then commercial porn anyway.

I've never had any complaints when I fuck with my PA in. The most common compliment I get it is they love feeling the hard metal bang around inside. It doesn't add anything for me except for the visual thrill.

Well written and said brother.....(claps loudly for you)

Surely the bottom should’ve said something before the final strokes?! If not that’s just really selfish. If you want someone to fuck you BB as a minimum they have to be allowed to cum in your arse and as a courtesy the bottom should clean off the dick afterwards to show their appreciation.

Hey guys, thanks for the comments. Hope you enjoy part 2. If you like it I can keep writing more ******* My mind had been racing all day. I had cycled between depression, anxiousness, and horniness thinking about what I did the night before. I'd really let strangers in my door and taken their raw loads anonymously! I was torn by the fulfillment of being a cumdump, and the fear of not being in control. I felt sick every time I thought about being exposed by the guy from craigslist, about losing everything in my life I'd worked for up to that point, and yet as time passed I couldn't resist being turned. I was reminded of Daddy's thick horse cock whenever I walked or sat down. But even though my insides were sore and raw, my faggot cunt kept clenching and feeling empty. Daddy sent just one followup email after he had blackmailed me and threatened to expose me: Don't jackoff until I see you. I want my bitch in heat. I followed his instructions exactly. A part of me feared that cumming would bring me down from the high and I'd regret it all more than I already did. Still, it was torture to deny myself from cumming after I'd just had the kinkiest night of sex in my life. As the time got nearer I scrubbed out my intestines with the deepest enema I'd ever given myself. It was made easier by the fact that I'd had almost zero appetite. Soon, I was squeaky clean and ready to be fucked. Then came time for me to follow Daddy's other instruction. I opened my wife's underwear drawer and looked at her collection of panties with a newfound fascination. I remember looking at these panties with the anticipation of how good they would make my wife's ass look, but now I was picturing my own ass in them, wondering which ones Daddy would like best. Daddy had requested pink, so I chose a hot pink g-string my wife had gotten for Valentine's day. Despite that the front was almost as skimpy as the back, my small smooth package fit nicely against the thin cotton fabric. I popped my ass and looked in the bathroom mirror. Damn, I looked so gay. What would my wife say if she saw me right now? What would the guys I used to play football with say? "I hope Daddy likes these," I said in a faggy voice, sucking on my finger. I reached down and rubbed my cockhead through my pink panties, which drooled stick precum. It was almost time, and I was started getting nervous again. What was I going to do if this guy robbed me or beat me up? But something inside me bowed to his control. When the time came, I shut off all the lights in my apartment, blindfolded myself, and took my place on my hands and knees in front of the door. ****** I waited fifteen minutes in that vulnerable position. Was Daddy late? Was he still coming? Then I heard someone pull up outside my door, and my cunt clenched as if in answer. The door swung open, and heavy footsteps let me know Sir had arrived. "Woof, boy," he growled. "Looks like you understand I'm serious about owning your faggot ass." "Yes, sir" I whimpered. His rough hands started to inspect me, gliding over my shaved smooth ass, and fishhooking into my mouth. I sucked and rubbed my tongue against his calloused finger, and he groaned with approval. He withdrew and spanked me on the ass. "You've got a lot of work to do tonight boy," Sir said, pinching my nipple. I moaned from the mixture of pleasure and pain, not understanding the meaning. "Got a lot of loads lined up for you. But first... I want to make sure you're properly prepared." What did he mean 'a lot of loads'? Suddenly, Daddy stood and left me, walking into the apartment. Blind and helpless as I was, I was in no position to stop him. I heard him flip on the bathroom light switch, and a faint glow shown from behind my blindfold. "The pink one hers?" he asked. "Uh, what?" But he didn't elaborate, and turned the light off. I held my breath as his heavy footsteps brought him past and then back behind me. "Ya boy... you're gonna forget all about pussy. You're gonna forget your dick was ever used for something. You're the pussy now, faggot." Then he put something thin and sharp at my hole and pushed it in. I cringed and gasped as it scraped me guts. He twisted it inside me, fucking me with it in a rough sawing motion. What the fuck was inside me? It felt like a pen or something, but somehow it was grabbing my intestines and scratching them raw. "Reach back and grab your ankles, fag."." I did as Daddy said, putting my face against the floor with my bare ass in the air. I bit my lip as my ass began to sting. A brief illumination let me know he'd just taken a picture of my ass. "If you thought those other pictures I posted of you were bad, just wait until your wife sees you in her panties with her toothbrush shoved up her ass." He laughed dryly. "So you do exactly as I say, boy. Don't try to resist becoming what you really are." I cringed at what the photo must look like, my fat smooth ass squeezed into my wife's pink g-string, along with her fucking toothbrush crammed halfway up my guts, what the fuck... Daddy spanked my ass, and yanked the toothbrush out of my hole, causing me to yelp. "First one's on his way," Daddy said. "You take every single load that walks through this door, and I don't post those pictures of you, understand? And then if I hear at the end of the night you were a good fuck, then I'll come back and put my own load in you... and then I'll let you cum." As in, he'd invited other people, people I had no idea who they were, over to fuck me? That's what he meant? Suddenly, he grabbed my balls and started squeezing them mercilessly in his fist. "You GOT that, faggot?" he growled. "Yes! Yes, I'll do it!" I cried. Relief flooded through me as he released his iron grip on my testicles. "Don't disappoint me, faggot," he said, giving my ass one final slap. "Make your wife proud while these random cocks plow you," he laughed. Then he opened the door and slammed it shut behind him. Fuck. I had no doubt he was serious about exposing me. My heart was racing from the rough handling he'd given me. I slumped forward, resting, clenching my asshole in the cool air by the doorway. My hole still stung from the toothbrush. What if one of these guys knew who I was? What if they had an STD or something? But then there were footsteps outside... They wiped their feet on the mat outside, and then opened the door. A chill ran over me as the cold air rushed in over my bare ass. "Mmmm," the stranger said, unzipping and shedding his coat. He groped my ass and testicles. "Been awhile since I smashed college tail," he chuckled. "Turn around, suck my cock boy." I turned around in the darkness, my blindfold ensuring that even with the dim light coming through the crack beneath the door I couldn't see the stranger. I reached up to his cock and found it semi hard. The scent of man was strong as I took his cock into my mouth. He groaned as I sucked on the head, and salty precum started dribbling onto my tongue. His cock inflated until it was hitting the back of my throat. When I tried to pull back, he grabbed the back of my head and thrust, sending his cockhead past my tonsils. "Do a good job..." he said sternly as I choked on his cock. He started thrusting in and out of my throat mercilessly. I gagged and even threw up a bit, but swallowed it and kept sucking. His flaccid cock was now fully erect and rock hard, 7 inches and thick. "Fuck," he said, withdrawing. "Turn around, I want to fuck you now bitch." I did as he said, thankful he was done with my throat. He positioned himself behind me, his belt buckle clinking as he opened up his fly. He pulled my pink panties to the side, as spanked my cheek. The spit on his cock was all the lubrication he gave me as he pushed his meaty cockhead into my hole. I gasped as he fucked his cock roughly into me, and with several more thrusts he was buried balls deep in me, never asking if I wanted him to use a condom. "FUCK ya," he groaned. I could feel his belly resting on my ass as he started to pound me. "Fuuuuck," I whimpered as the stranger's cock prodded my full prostate. The sting in my ass gave way to pleasure as he fucked me bare. I reached back and spread my ass, letting him hit deeper and deeper. His fat belly slapped against me as he quickened his pace. He grabbed my hips and drove his cock into me, panting like a dog. I loved every brutal thrust as he used me. Not only did I not know who he was, someone else had chosen him to load my ass. I had no input on who used my hole. His intense pounding didn't last long before he yelled out and suddenly warmth shot into me, reigniting the stinging sensation. "Ohhhh shit, oh shit," he said, quivering, his cock pulsing more and more into me. "Oh fuck, I just gave you a ten day load bitch," he laughed. "Mmmm, hope you liked that." As he pulled out I tried to clench, but still some of his ample load dribbled out from me. "I did, thank you for your load," I told him, feeling complete with his cum trickling deeper into my guts. He zipped up, opened the door, and left. Load number one. ****** I exhaled and leaned forward. All the uneasiness melted away as the stranger's load sloshed inside me. I reached back and stuck my finger in my cummy hole, wincing as I found my o-ring tender. For two nights in a row a stranger's sperm was swimming around in my guts. I spent the next 20 minutes running my hands over my smooth ass, enjoying how slutty I felt. Eventually I heard a car pull up, and soon there was another man to service at my door. I popped my ass for my newest visitor as he entered. The only sound he made a quiet coughing as he got settled in behind me. Then, he squirted some lube that he'd apparently brought onto my hole and his dick, and slid his smallish cock into me. My hole opened easily for him, being already stretched out and filled with cum. He fucked me in short hard thrusts. Fast to shove in, slow to pull out. Only three minutes in his silence was broken by a muffled orgasm. He pumped a few more times, fucking his frothy cum into me, then zipped up and left without a word. Load number two. A Mexican guy who took a long time to get hard, but after sucking his uncut cock long enough he bred me rough and deep. Load number three. An old guy with a raspy voice and a thin cock. Load number four. A married guy who loved that I was wearing panties, and railed me for fifteen minutes straight, calling me a "stupid slut" as my useless cock flopped around in my wife's panties. Load number five. "Waited a long time to fuck this ass," the next stranger said, spanking me hard. "Never would have guessed you were a faggot, strutting around with that sexy wife of yours." The darkness concealed my sudden blush of embarrassment. Fuck. This guy knew me? "But you must be pretty damn gay to be taking anon loads instead of fucking her..." he said, feeling up my ass. "These her panties?" "Yes," I answered. "Hot... I check out both your asses at the gym, but I guess this way I sorta get to fuck you both," he laughed, snapping the g-string against my plump ass. After a bit of rustling I felt his cockhead at my hole. "Hope you're prepped up boy, cuz I don't pull out." "Mmm, I don't want you to pull out," I said, which seemed to turn him on. He pushed into my wrecked hole, and I discovered he was reasonably hung. Even though it was my sixth cock of the night he gave me a good stretching. "Where is your little wife tonight?" he asked as he fucked me. "She out gettin some dick of her own?" That was pretty possible. Cheating fucking whore. "She's at her parents house," I said, which was partly true. "She know you're taking anon loads tonight?" he asked, picking up his pace a bit. "N-no." "Hm. Didn't think so. Ahhhh fuck. I like it when she wears those little black spandex shorts," he said, breathing heavy as he rammed his big cock deep into my guts. "And when she's on her hands and knees stretching just like this... oh fuck..." Was this guy really fucking me while dirty talking about my wife? "What's her name?" he asked, smacking my ass. "Renee," I answered, sitting my ass back onto his thick cock. "Renee," he repeated. "Fuck ya, Renee, take that dick baby. Ride that dick you married slut." Holy fuck. did that turn me on! "Ya fuck me," I groaned, "fuck my slutty married pussy!" "Mmmm," he growled, pumping into me forcefully, "that's right you dumb cunt. Take it bareback you stupid cockslut. Fuckin whore. Take it bareback in your married pussy." "Yes please! Please fuck my wife's pussy! Cum in her please!" "You want your wife bred? You want your wife's married pussy knocked up?" "YES! Fuck her! Fucking cum in her and knock her up!" "Alright, pig. I'm gonna knock her up. I'm gonna fuck my babies into your wife's sweet cunt. You're gonna taste my cum every time you eat her out and know that I own her slutty pussy. Fuck ya, Renee. Take my cum, take it! Fuck, Renee! FUUUUUCKKK! I blowing in you right now!" "Yes! Breed me! Dump in my!" I yelled as his cum shot into my worn out cunt. His sperm stung my raw walls as he fucked it into me. He kept pumping, panting with exhaustion, until finally he sat back, withdrawing his cock from my gaping ass. "God damn," he sighed. "You're a sick fuck," he laughed. "I like it." I was exhilarated. I had no idea how hot it would be to have a man use me while thinking about my wife. Holy shit, and to hear him screaming her name while he blew it in me! My wrecked hole didn't have the strength to keep the loads in anymore, and some squirted out while I waited for him to leave. "Thanks for your cum," I said as he got dressed in the dark. "Next time I see you at the gym I'll take you to the showers for a quick fuck," he said. My precum dripped at knowing that even though he knew me I had no idea who he was... "I'll send you back out to Renee with my dirty load dripping from your hole." He spanked my ass, and sighed with regret. "If I was younger, I'd fuck you again, pig." Then he opened the door and was gone. Load number six. ******** How long had I been bent over in the darkness, a hole to use for whoever came through the door? I had no idea, but when the next customer opened my door, I recognized - with a mix of fear and horniness - the sound of Daddy's heavy footsteps behind me. "You did a fine job, boy," he complimented me, and I felt relief at his approval. He stepped up behind me and started photographing my cum-splattered ass. "How did you like being a cumdump for my friends?" "I loved it, Daddy," I whimpered. "I took all their loads." "Ya you did, fag. Every fucking toxic load. Such a stupid cumdump, aren't you boy?" "Yes Daddy, just your dumb slut." "You're more than a slut boy, you're my fucking whore now. I just pimped out that sweet neg hole of yours all night. Those dirty fuckers paid me $50 each to fuck you raw." He spanked my ass harshly, laughing as I heard the now familiar sound of a man's belt being unbuckled behind me. "Now you're gonna get what you earned. You're gonna take my load every night from now on until the deed is done, until you're mine forever." Daddy's horse cock stretched my hole open wide. I bit my lip in pain as inch after inch of his thick rod pushed in, lubricated only by the six anonymous loads I'd taken. "You're doing good with your training boy. Just keep doing what I tell you, and you'll be Daddy's boy before too long. I was prepped up before boy, but just for you I'm going off. Might take a little while, but I'll keep breeding you every day pumping my babies into you until you're pregnant for good. You're gonna be such a good incubator for my boys. A nice warm piece of fuckmeat for them to thrive in." Daddy's cock was rock hard and ramming into me so fast I didn't know if I could continue to take it. I clenched my hole in time with his pumping, desperately trying to milk his load out. "Fuck ya, Daddy! I want to have your babies! I'm your fuckmeat!" He growled in approval and started jackhammering into me. I'd never been fucked so hard in my life. My entire guts just relaxed and let him enter me freely, too tired to keep up any resistance to his giant cock. "Here it comes, boy! If you're lucky this'll be the load that ends you, you fucking beta faggot." "Yes Daddy, breed me! Knock me up with your alpha male cum!" "Oh, fuck YAHHHHHHH!" Daddy pushed all his weight onto me as he got ready to cum, flattening me to the floor. His strong hand went to my throat, clamping down on my windpipe as he thrust deeply into me. I wriggled helplessly, fighting for air as he choked me, but he ignored my squirming. "You'll breathe... when I'm done... cumming in you, FUCCCCCKKK!" He rammed his cock into me so hard I thought he was going to break through my intestines. I would have screamed out if I had any air in my lungs. My head spun, my consciousness slipping away as his horse cock pulsed his alpha cum into my ass. "There's another roll of the dice for you, fag boy," he laughed, releasing me from his choke-hold. I sputtered and gasped for air as he got up off me. "Now let's make sure it takes. Go get that butt plug of yours, the one you had in last time. And bring your wife's wedding ring. I'm gonna put it back where it belongs." I fought through my dizziness and obediently crawled on my hands and knees to the bedroom. I knew where they were even in the darkness and without removing my blindfold... sitting on the night stand by the bed. I returned to Daddy in the entry way, groveling in front of my alpha. "H-here they are," I choked out my sore throat. "You know what I love about all this?" he taunted, stepping around behind me. "All night while you were my good little cumdump whore, you've been wearing your wedding ring. What a devoted husband you are." Shit. I hadn't even thought about it. I was so used to wearing it I didn't think to take it off. But Daddy now made that choice for me. "Let's add it to the collection," he said, and pulled my hand backward, slipping it off. What was the point in fighting? The rings were fucking worthless anyway. I moaned as I felt the hard metal circles pushed into my hole: first my ring, then the sharp edges of my wife's. The jabbing feeling of my wife's fake diamond was now obvious to me as my walls contracted and sucked it up. "Fuckin hot, boy," said Daddy as he used his sausage-like fingers to stuff the rings deeper. "I'm having a lot of fun ruining you." And with that, he pressed the glass plug against my hole until my feeble o-ring gave way, and the cavernous abyss that was now my cunt swallowed it hungrily. "Now, have you been a good boy and did your hold your cum in all day for me?" "Yes Sir," I said, acutely aware of how my cock had been denied any attention. "How about I let you have that orgasm I promised you?" "I'd love that Daddy!" I said excitedly. I hadn't cum in over 48 hours. "Ha, you'll love this, boy. Come here, sit up on your knees. I'm gonna show you how beta males are allowed to cum." As I did, I heard a plastic echoey sound come from the bathroom, and then felt something set in front of me. There were more noises too, small items being moved. "Put your hands behind your back. Let me see this little faggot cock of yours." He reached into my panties and pulled out my smallish cock, which immediately shriveled with the cold air. Daddy laughed as he choked it in his fist. "Little guy's scared, ha ha. Well boy, alpha's cum is meant to seed and breed. But your cum, well... it goes somewhere else." He started jacking my cock and I could hear the crinkle of plastic. "Mmmph," I whimpered at having my cock teased. Precum was oozing out and all I could think about were the loads marinating in my ass, plugged up with my wedding rings. I could already feel my cum welling up in me. "Cum from beta males like you goes in the garbage," Daddy said sternly. "It's a waste, just like you are. Weak beta cum needs to be eliminated from the gene pool." "Oh fuck," I gasped under my breath. Every cruel word he said brought me closer to cumming. "Dump it in there boy, shoot your worthless cum into the garbage can. Show me you understand where your place is." "Fuck, oh Daddy! OH FUCK!" And just as I started to cum, Daddy immediately quit jacking me and gripped my cock tightly, pointing it into the garbage can, as rope after rope of my worthless cum shot into the bin. "Oh fuck, please, please DADDY!" I screamed as I pleaded with him to keep jacking me, but he snickered as my burning orgasm fizzled and was ruined, despite having drained my balls. I thrust my hips pointlessly against his fist, but he just laughed and let my spent dick drop against the edge of the garbage can. "That's a good boy," he said, getting up from me and heading toward the door. My mind was so fucked, I couldn't even comprehend what had happened. I felt even more sexually frustrated than before he'd milked me. "I'll be in touch, fag. Got lots more training for you to do." Before I could say another word he left, and slowly my consciousness started to return. It was like I'd been high all day, doped out on a drug. I had done so much shit I shouldn't have, I couldn't even process it. It had come so naturally to be objectified, to be a thing to be used... what purpose had I even had before that... I removed the blindfold, locked the door, and turned on the light. As my eyes adjusted to the burning brightness I saw the garbage can in front of me. Inside were my wedding photos, their black frames and glass covered with my cum. The sperm running down the picture of my wife's face was probably the last "facial" I'd ever be giving her, considering I was now a cumdump. I left the picture frames in there, and put the garbage can back in the bathroom. I had no idea what time it was, but my body was fully spent. I crawled into bed facedown, my brain happy to be shut down after another night of mind-fucking. I drifted off to sleep, the plug keeping Daddy's load safe inside me. ********* I slept hard enough I didn't have any dreams. But sometime, hours later, there was a banging at my front door. "What the fuck," I said, feeling like death as I sat up. I saw daylight peaking through the curtains. I waited, hoping whoever the fuck it was would go away, when suddenly I heard the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I pulled the blankets around me in confusion as the door opened. Had Daddy made a key to my apartment? But the footsteps weren't Daddy's. "Hello," Renee said sweetly, standing in the doorway. Fear stuck in my throat, as she approached me. "I..." "I've done a lot of thinking," she said, struggling not to cry. "You're right. We should work on things. I... I just needed some time. I've missed you." She sat next to me on the bed, and took my hand in hers. "Where..." she said, looking down at my hand, then smiled apologetically. "Well it's only fair. I guess I'm not wearing mine either." She pulled me in for a hug saying, "I'm really happy to see you. What have you been doing while I was gone?" As I thought of what to say, my ass involuntarily clenched around the glass plug that was still held our rings inside my guts, soaking in the loads of the strangers who had used me only hours before.

Part 4 I woke up with Dante's cock so lodged in my ass. I started to think about what I had done with him the night before, the pipe I was given to smoke, two of Dante's crew fucking right in front of me, at how good Dante made me feel and was making me feel at that moment with his hardening cock inside my ass. There was also a feeling of guilt at all I had done. Instinctively I began to move my ass I an attempt to milk his cock for another load. As wrong as it might have been the only thing I knew was that I needed him to cum inside me again and again. This was what I meant to be, a white boy whore born to service a dominant black man. As I worked my ass was much as I possibly could I thought I felt Dante begin to stir. Dante I knew my new white fuck toy was awake as I began to think of what I was going to call him. All of my crew had specific nick names and this boy needed a special one from me as he started to work his ass on my hard cock had been lodged inside him since I fucked that last load inside him before we went to sleep. This would be the first and (for the moment) only white boy in my crew. His only duty would be to be my fuck hole. He had the nicest ass I had ever had the opportunity to fuck. I’ve figured my entire crew, including the straight boys, and this white, home boy was great. He was fresh like white bread. That’s it, I’ll call him Home Slice. It was time to give Home Slice was he was trying to work for as I grabbed his hips, pulled him to his knees as I a show, methodical fuck of this white boy I claimed as my own fuck whole. As I fucked him, making him moan with every in and of movement of my cock, I asked him, “How's my Home Slice feeling?” His response said it all as he moaned a couple times before answering, “Fantastic, I love you cock inside my ass. I can’t wait to feel it throb inside me.” I let Home Slice know, “You’ll get my dirty cum when I’m ready to give it to you. I want you to enjoy this fuck before some of my boys teach you how to suck cock. You’ll have all afternoon to get it down before tonight.” I went on telling him “Now that you’re part of my crew I need to give you a new name to match, I came up with Home Slice. Your ass is uniquely fresh like a slice of white bread, and being a white, home boy, I figured Home Slice fit you perfectly.” As I said this I knew he was liking the name and attention he was getting as I felt his ass working harder to milk my load out of me. I wasn’t going to disappoint him as I picked up my pace, my breathing noticeably changed and I grabbed his hips and rammed my cock in deep inside Home Slice and fired my load deep inside. I kept my all hard cock inside his great ass trying to resist the urge to keep fucking him, knowing me needed to learn to suck cock properly. I had a group of gay boys coming over to teach Home Slice how to suck deep throat a cock. I gave him one more thrust and what cum was left in me before I pulled out letting him know that other then this ‘training’ no one else in the crew was to ever try to fuck him or hey him to suck their cock. His ass belonged to me and me alone and I would decide if he was to be fucked by anyone other then me, and you will be naked when I’m here with you or only a pair of your boxer briefs. You looked so damn hot I them when your shorts came off. Now it’s time for you to learn to suck cock.” Home Slice Dante had given me my name as a new member of his crew. I really liked Home Slice, and the fuck he left me with was amazing. He must have shot his cum very deep in my ass cause with his cock no longer inside me none of it leaked out. Dante walked out of his bedroom leaving me alone in the room for a could minutes before four naked guys came into the room. I recognized one of them from my high school and a sudden fear came over me that everyone from school would soon know about me and Dante. The first thing my classmate told me, “Don’t worry Chris, if I were to tell anyone Dante would probably kill me.” He laughed a little at his own comment telling me he was dead serious. They began to teach me and demonstrate how to suck cock, how to avoid gagging and focusing on the pleasure my mouth and throat can provide not just the guy I’m sucking but the pleasure that will bring me. This was followed by my starting to suck each of them starting with the guy with the smallest cock, probably about 6-6.5” to the guy with the biggest, that had you be a just smaller then Dante’s cock (who happened to be my high school classmate). As I thought about how pleased Dante would be if I could properly suck his cock the task of giving head became easier as I followed their instructions and was soon getting every cock into my throat. I gagged a couple times, but tried to focus on the pleasure I was providing. With that I mind I found myself easily not just taking the guys cock into my throat, but learning how to use my throat to milk the cock. One of the guys teaching me let me know, “The last thing you need to learn is you swallow the guys cum.” Somewhere in the back of my head I knew I’d have to eat a guy’s cum. One by one sucked each guy’s cock to completion. The first guy gave me plenty of warning before he for his cum in my mouth. My first taste of cum wasn't that bad, a little bit of sweet and salty that I knew I’d cum to love. The next guy gave my less time to prepare for him to fill my mouth. His cum tasted a little different, not that bad, but again I knew that I’d be expected to swallow no matter the taste just like I was to accept any cum that was to be shot into my ass. The next one gave me no warning, but somehow I knew when he was ready and didn’t spill a drop. By this time I was eager to swallow his cum. The taste began to grow on me as I eagerly swallowed his load. The last guy, my schoolmate, told me, “Dante wants me to ready you for a skull fucking if I think you can handle it, and I think you can.” I began sucking him, getting him hard as he let me know to take a breath every chance I was given. Once he was hard a steel in he grabbed my head and without a word began to face fuck me. Every so often he works bury his cock I’m my throat cutting of my air supply before pulling out just long enough for me to get a quick breath of air before resuming face fucking me. What really surprised me was even he buried his cock you the root in my throat and I felt his cock throb as he delivered his cum directly to my stomach. He pulled back towards the end of if orgasm allowing me a taste of his cum. He had the best tasting cum of all of the guys teaching me. After that left me in Dante’s room it was only a few minutes before Dante returned. Nothing was said, I knew why he was there and that was to see how I well I could suck cock. I knew he wasn’t going to be disappointed. Dante I had the four white boys wait while I was going to see how well Home Slice had become as a new cock sucker. I told them, “You can hang out with my crew while I check out how well you taught Home Slice. Be sure you keep them happy in any way that they want.” The four white boys knew what I meant by keeping my crew happy as the familiar pipe appeared and the Tina addicts quickly began to smoke. Knowing my crew, I was sure that when I returned to check in them, they’d be spun out of there mind after being slammed. I only knew of one of them that was definitely a slammer and two that had never had slammed before. I made sure that all the action would be recorded for me to watch at a later time. I went to my room to find Home Slice still naked and waiting for me. Not a word was spoken as I sat on the bed resting against the head board with my legs spread and a soft cock waiting for a warm mouth. Home Slice climbed up between my legs and without hesitation took my black cock into his wet and warm mouth. As he went to work sucking and licking my cock began to respond as it grew and soon ground it’s way into his throat. The first the me deep throated me I nearly lost my load. Those boys did good and I was sure that they were enjoying themselves as I began to hear coughing coming from the living room. As good as Home Slice was doing in my cock I had to see how he wound handle a large load of cum shot into his mouth. The work he was doing on sucking me was getting me very close to cumming. I’ve always be one who could hold off cumming easily, but knew this want the time for me to hold back. I gave no warning as I began to fill his mouth with a big load of my cum (no matter how many times I cum my volume barely diminished. He has already taken a good fuck from me, he’s been and to deep throat my big black cock, if he swallows my spunk he’ll be ready for Miguel’s visit tonight. Ready or not get was about to get it from me as I began to fill his mouth. At first it didn’t look like he was going to handle the missive load I was giving him but before I knew it, he began to swallow it down as I continued to fill him up. A little bit leaked out the corner of his mouth but it wasn't enough to matter to me as I finished shooting and he finished swallowing. He was ready!

How it Happened Ch. 3 I caught the bus back to campus without any trouble. The whole time with Michael seemed like a terrifying sexy dream. My well-fucked ass and the slowly leaking jizz seeping from my “boy pussy” told me I had not imagined my time with Michael. Fortunately, my roommate was still gone when I returned to my dorm room. I stripped and took another shower, so when I woke in the morning I wouldn’t wake to a puddle of cum in my bed. I told myself, even though I promised to let Michael fuck me raw anytime he wanted, this was only a one-time occurrence. When we met again, I would explain I preferred to engage in only safe-sex. I was sure he would understand, and we could move forward without any repeat of our wild and reckless night. Now having told myself this, I had to admit the sex had been amazing. The warm, throbbing cock pumping in and out of me had treated me to what had to be without a doubt some of the best sex in my life. I found myself getting hard as I remembered the hot, pulsing shots of his thick semen filling me up, as he continued pounding me like a porn star whore. I understood now why guys loved fucking raw, and I almost regretted depriving that lacrosse of the opportunity to breed me as Michael had done. Still it was better to be safe, than sorry. Michael and I could get tested together, and once our tests came back negative, we could skip rubbers and fuck like the night before. I took a couple of Aleve PM, so I could get some rest, and hopefully ease the pain of my well-fucked ass. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard my roomie return, but I was too far gone to care. When I woke up, I first thought it was dawn, but, I had slept through the entire day. Fortunately, I had only two classes, but I had never missed a class in my life. I contacted friends from those classes to catch up on my missed work, as well as checked over my work for the next day’s class-work. My friends from the night I met Michael had texted me to make sure I was doing okay. They apologized for abandoning me at after-hours club. I texted back it was all cool and had met a great guy, who was interested in seeing me again. Bed-time, Michael texted me. I found myself boning up at once as soon as I saw a message from him. I didn’t remember giving him my number, but at this point I couldn’t care less how he got my number. He told me how much he enjoyed our time together and was definitely looking forward to seeing me again Friday night. I responded telling him how much fun I had as well, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. I soon found my cock leaking like crazy as he told me how much he enjoyed being inside me, and the way my “boy pussy” just seemed to keep milking his cock for more jizz. Even though his graphic texts turned me on something awful, I told him I really needed to talk about being safe in the future. I felt relieved when he responded that was something we could talk about Friday. I had been afraid he would want to not see me again, but that seemed not to be the case. He told me his friends were excited to meet me this coming weekend. His last text of the night included a picture of his cock buried in my ass, with some of his loads leaking out, with the comment, “Something to dream about until we see one another again. I barely made it to our bathroom, before I blew my load all over myself. I wanted him to fuck me again in the worse way. The rest of the week seemed to drag along at a snail’s pace, until Friday afternoon and my classes were over for the week. I made sure to try and get ahead of my school work, so I wouldn’t have anything to do Sunday night. It didn’t help Michael sexted me every night. I was a quivering messy of teen hormones by the time I caught the bus to Michael’s apartment Friday evening. The second night we had texted, he made me promise not to fap for the rest of the week. He wanted me loaded with jizz, so he could empty me out completely by the end of the weekend. The thought of someone making me climax until I couldn’t shoot anymore strangely turned me on more than I wanted to admit. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been as hard as I was when I climbed on the bus from Hopkins to downtown. I packed my toiletries, as well a couple changes of clothes, since I had no idea what he had planned for us to do over the weekend. I made sure I packed a box of condoms, just in case Michael didn’t have any on hand. I wanted to be prepared like the Eagle Scout I was. My heart was pounding, and there was a nice sized wet spot on my jeans, by the time I arrived at Michael’s apartment. I was seriously regretting following his instructions I free-ball. My tight jeans rubbed me in ways I wasn’t used to while wearing underwear. Every step made me harder and ooze even more precum. The outer door-grate was unlocked and opened easily when I pulled on it. I took a deep breathe before I hesitantly knocked on the door. I could hear voices and music playing, so I knocked a little bit harder a couple more times before I heard the door unlock and open. “Babe,” Michael smiled at me stepping aside to let me enter. I thought I’d blow my wad right there in the door way when I saw him. The only thing he had on was pair of black skin-tight jeans with the top button unbuttoned. His thick, hard cock bulged and strained against the zipper which seemed barely able to restrain his desire for me. “We’ve all been waiting for you to get here, so the fun can begin,” he told me, pulling me into a passionate kiss. His kiss threw me completely off kilter, everything I had planned to say to him went out of my mind. As we kissed, he began getting me out of my clothes, I almost felt as if I were in a porn flick, everything seemed to be happening so quickly. Once I was naked, Michael handed me the glass pipe we had smoked last time I was there. I started to say I didn’t want to get started that quick this time, but as soon as I opened my mouth the pipe was inserted. “Inhale babe, just keep inhaling like a good lil’ chem piggy,” he chuckled, as he continued moving his lighter back and forth as he started stroking my cock. God, what a surreal and amazing feelings he was created in me. Occasionally, he would take a hit himself, but soon I found it back in my mouth. I lost track of time as I stood in the doorway getting wasted and jerked off by him. My lust for Michael was equal to the previous time I had been at his place on Saturday night. I wanted his dick bad and he knew it. He pushed me down to my knees, before feeding me his beautiful, thick, uncut cock. I worshiped it, as he had taught me to the first time I sucked him. I swear I got even harder, when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and began to seriously face-fuck me like the slut he called me. I gagged somewhat, but soon was able to take his cock to his shaved groin. If being his slut got me his dick, I was more than willing to become one for him. I was in love with him and wanted to please him. I began to love it when he forced himself deep down my throat cutting off my air and holding it there until I was almost ready to pass out, Slobber and precum coated his cock when he finally withdrew it long enough to let me breath, before shoving it in deep. He could do anything he wanted, I was his to use, so long as he fucked me. I began to believe and accept his dirty talk about being his slut, bitch-boy. I was his whore/cumslut. I wanted, no correct that, NEEDED, to please him anyway I could so he would slide his magnificent fuck-stick inside my boy-cunt. Safe-sex was the furthest thing from my mind. I NEEDED to feel him deep inside me and flooding my insides with his cum. He pulled me off his throbbing, dripping cock, smiling down at me. “Oh yeah slut, we’re going to have a fun time this weekend,” he told me yanking me to my feet by my hair, before French kissing the hell out of me. “Come on bitch, time for some more fuck smoke and some fuck vitamins, then you can get back to work showing me how much you want my fuck stick and dirty loads up your cunt.” I didn’t even think to argue, I just followed him down to the living-room. All thoughts of safe-sex had vanished into thin air like the clouds of white smoke he began to feed me once I swallowed another smiley-face pill and a blue diamond-shaped pill. Once again, he encouraged me to drink more Gatorade. Once I had finished the Gatorade, he fed me even more of the amazing fuck-smoke, which made me even horny than I thought possible. I didn’t even wait to be asked, I finished the pipe off and dropped to my knees and returned to worshiping my new owner. If I had been sober, I would have taken serious offense to being referred to as his property, now rather than his boyfriend. If it meant I would soon be fucked by him, I was more than willing to be his bitch, slut. I had no intention of debated his claim of knocking me up, as being proof I was now his to do or to use however he wanted. My sole focus was bringing pleasure to him, so he would bring me pleasure. I moaned in pleasure, as he continued to forcefully use my mouth and throat. I enjoyed the feel of his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks wide and slipping something small and hard in my hole. A moment later I felt a warm, burning feeling suddenly shot into my hole, before the hard, small cylinder slide from my hole. As time began to stand still, my hole began to hunger to be filled with his hard cock. I was about to try and pull off his cock to beg him to fuck me, when suddenly my hole stretched wider than it had ever been stretched before as an enormous cock-head punched through it’s opening, thrusting several massively, thick inches deep inside me. “Sorry Mikey, we just couldn’t wait any longer to join the party,” a deep, masculine voice said from behind me. “Is he as good as cock-sucker as he looks?” Another voice off to the side asked. “It looks like he knows how to deep through you, but can he do me? A third voice asked. “Well there is only one way to find out, you’ll just have to take him for a test spin. He’s yours for the weekend, but don’t break him please I still want to keep him for a while longer to expand his horizons,” I heard Michael chuckle as he pulled me off his cock and slide out from under me and off the couch. I gasped for breath as I felt the rest of my mysterious fucker’s raw dick sink all the way inside me as his bushy pubes settled against my ass cheeks. My head dropped all the way down on the sofa cushion as I moaned in pleasure at the mysterious cock now buried balls deep inside me. I was torn between feeling betrayed by my new boyfriend, and the incredible pleasure of the thick piece of fuck-meat now buried inside me. I didn’t even know what the guy even looked like, but I was beginning to not even care, because as he began rocking in and out of me slowly at first building momentum, I found myself moaning in pleasure. I didn’t want this amazing thick cock to stop. I my moans of pleasure soon matched both the speed and depth of his fucking. “Hey Mikey, I think he likes it,” chuckled the voice behind me, which prompted laughs from the others. I never had any doubt he would,” laughed Michael. “Have fun with him. I’ll be back later, I have a “date” with a hot lil’ Calvert Hall senior. I may bring him back to join the fun,” chuckled my “boyfriend”. “The kid loves raw cock and cum, I met him at Bush River,” he laughed. Michael grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head up to face him. “You are going to take good care of my friends while I’m gone aren’t you cumdump?” He asked me with a look that told me I had better behave or else. “Yes…Sir,” I answered submissively, fearing what might happen if I dared to refuse. Besides, I was really beginning to enjoy the fuck I was getting for this mysterious man. “That’s a good lil’ bitch slut,” he smirked at me. “I’m just helping you become the lil’ faggot slut you’ve always dreamed of being,” he laughed, before leaning down to kiss the hell of me. “I’ll be back in a couple hours gents, enjoy,” he said before letting go of my hair and leaving the room. “Here blow some clouds boy,” commanded a deep voice holding the glass pipe to my mouth. I heard the click of the lighter and saw the flame begin to move along the bottom of the glass bubble. Each time I inhaled deeply, the cock fucking me paused, only to resume its relentless pounding of my ass. Once I finished off the white rock, I found myself presented with two cocks to service. One black and one caramel-colored, both were larger and thicker than I had seen before in my limited sexual explorations. Normally, I would have resisted, but instead I began to worship those beautiful cocks being presented to me. I was in heaven licking and sucking on them, while another cock continued to fuck me relentlessly. “Damn, this cunt is amazing,” grunted the voice behind me. “He’s a horny lil’ fucker,” he groaned, before slapping my ass hard, which in turned made me moan around one of the cocks stuffing my throat. “I think Mikey found a good one here, he’s a nasty lil’ pussy boy,” chuckled one of the voices busy feeding me cock. “Get…ready…to…swap,” panted my fucker. “SHIT! YES! FUCK!” Howled the man long dicking me like there was no tomorrow. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…LOAD!” I pushed back against the unknown man fucking me as I felt his dick begin to swell and fill me with his jizz. I wanted his load in the worse way. “Damn! That was a good fuck, can’t wait until he’s really broken in properly,” chuckled the man as I felt his cock begin to withdraw from me. I tried to close my ass to keep his load inside, but I couldn’t. The next thing I knew another cock was sliding inside me, while I was presented with a cum-covered cock to clean. I didn’t hesitate in opening my mouth to clean and worship the cock that had just fucked me so wonderfully.

Sorry for the delay in the story. Busy over the past month with all the festivities, hoping to get more time to write. Let me know what you guys think! Part 18 My whole body began to feel numb, and I could feel my cock straining against its cage. I was incredibly horny now and wanted nothing but to get fucked. I felt sick as a dog but was craving cock in my ass. It wasn’t long before I felt the cold metal of a PA against my hole, in one hard thrust it was buried in my now cum filled hole. It wasn’t as big as my Daddy’s cock but it felt comfortable to have someone inside me. I heard Tom’s voice giving instructions. “Time has started 4minutes 20 seconds. Breed the boy” The cock swelled up and I could tell the top was close to cumming, he used the swing to build up momentum and pace. He pulled almost all the way out and then slammed into me with brutal force. I could feel my sweat filling the rubber suit I was in. I didn’t know whether to pass out, throw up or moan for more. My whole body was in an uncertain ecstasy. “FUCK, here it is bitch” The top slammed into me one last time and I felt his cock pulse its venom deep into me, adding to my Daddy’s load. He unceremoniously pulled out from my ass and I could feel cum sliding down my crack. “Fresh lube, nice” Another guy had assumed his position and began to work the previous loads into my hole, with his cock. He had a PA and was thicker than he was long. The mask over my face filled with fresh smoke. I coughed hard, making my ass tighten around the tops cock. He’d barely thrust into me a few times when I felt him breed my guts. The routine continued for what felt like an hour, I lost count of the loads in my ass, I was completely baked and couldn’t imagine lasting much longer. Most of the guys came before the time ran out, those that didn’t I assume had another go or dumped their load in a jar Tom had mentioned. The mask was removed from my face and fresh air over-whelmed me! The room was spinning and I knew my fever must have been high, I felt like I was swimming in my rubber suit. I was lifted by Tom from the sling, I clung on to him like a child. Gripping his toned naked body he softly lowered me on to the bed, I didn’t want to let go. “He’s really burning up Tom” I heard Brian whisper “My boy can handle it, he’s tough and doing a good job so far” “Tom there’s got to be about 40 guys waiting in your living room. I don’t think you can put him through another round.” It sounded like a stand off between the two of them, I lay there beneath them, hoping to feel Tom’s body against mine again. I found myself reaching for him and without thinking I muffled out a few words. “Yes Daddy, more” I must have completely lost my sense of reality, between the poppers and the weed I mustn’t have been thinking clearly. Was I really trying to prove my worth to Tom, to make him proud. “See Brian, my boy wants more. We can’t argue with that. Now let’s get him ready for the next round. Give him a good hit, I want him flying for this. The guys won’t be gentle” I could feel the rubber suit being pulled up over my arm and a sharp scratch at the nook of my elbow. Brian was slamming me. I’d never done hard drugs and tried to resist. I felt hard slap against my ass. “Do as you’re told boy! You’re going to need to be out of your mind for this round, I’m trying to make it easier for you.” “Thank you Daddy” was all I managed to muffle out before I felt the rush through my body, it was an experience I’d never felt. It was electricity, I’d never felt more connected in my life. Everything seemed more powerful, every taste, every sound. I’d never been more horny. I wanted my ass filled and used! What had this done to me? I lay there as I heard the sound of more men coming into the room, there were comments made and groans of excitement, then Tom spoke; “Right gents, round two. Double stuffed”

This post is so full of shit it's hard to know where to begin. I'll try: "It is true I work in medical field..." Oh really? Fully 1/8 of Americans "work in the medical field" -- from receptionists to brain surgeons. Unless you have specialized credentials in HIV science you really aren't in a position to contradict the experts. "...this drug is fairly new so no one truly knows the long term effect it can have for groups of people." The two component drugs in Truvada have been used for many years to treat HIV+ patients. There are millions of patient-years of experience. The potential negative effects are well known and controlled for. And look, if you get HIV you will face a hell of a lot worse long-term effects, and you'll have no choice but to take even more meds for the rest of your life. For anyone truly at risk of infection, PrEP is a no-brainer. "The last point is you may see the stats which claim protects 99% so on again this is untrue..." Care to provide some evidence for your claim? You are contradicting peer-reviewed scientific research, which states that *when taken daily* efficacy is 99%. The lower effectiveness figures include trial subjects who missed too many doses. "if you want to use this you should have to fund it yourself I do not agree with others picking up the bill..." Rubbish. If people get HIV their treatment over a lifetime will cost FAR more than PrEP -- and others (insurance or national healthcare) will be paying for it. Prevention is a wise investment, which is why most US health insurance companies have made the calculation that it's worth paying for PrEP.

Chapter II. I was about to bolt when I realized that I was already rock hard. This piggy guy wanted me to screw around with him, and I was somehow turned on. He put his hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees. I lowered myself to the dirty stained carpet and he pulled my head to his crotch. I could only inhale the intoxicating smell of an unwashed dick. Through of the slit of his boxers, the head of his dick was already popping out. I pulled his boxers down and the sight of his soft dick took my breath away. It was at least six inches long and thick as a beer can. “Don’t worry kid, I’m a shower not a grower!” He forced my mouth onto his cock. I dropped my jaw as wide as possible and managed to get it into my mouth. As I sucked on his dick, I swallowed what tasted like old piss and maybe even some old cum. I could feel Vinny’s cock plumping up in my mouth. He held my skull still and fucked my face. After about five minutes, my jaw was sore and I was gulping for breath. He pulled out of my mouth and bent over the desk, spreading his huge hairy asscheeks apart. “Lick my hole, boy. If you want this bad enough, you’ll make it worth my while!” I was totally getting off on servicing this sick fucker. I dove in and worked his hole with my tongue. His ass was as unclean as his dick had been. It tasted acrid and musky. I gagged at first, but as I tongue-bathed his ass, it got more pleasant. I found that my dick was drooling and I was groping myself. I worked his hole with my tongue and a few fingers as my other hand popped open my jeans and fished out my cock. Vinny craned his head back and saw my other hand working my dick, and spun around. He stood me up and knelt to inspect me. He pulled off my shirt, tweaking my nipples, and then worked my jeans and underwear off. He gobbled down my dick a few times and made a show of swirling his tongue on my cockhead and lapping up my precum. He told me to grab my ankles and then ran his tongue over my ass. I was moaning like a bitch in heat as he started working a few fingers into my ass along with his tongue. When I was good and wet, Vinny stood up and grabbed something out of one of the desk drawers. I heard a plop as he oozed some lube onto a dildo. It was cold and I shrieked as he forced the mushroom head into my loosened ass. He got more and more forceful and I nearly fell over. Vinny spun me around so I was leaning against the desk. I braced myself for the dildo but was rewarded instead by Vinny’s thick raw cock. He pushed his sweaty belly against my back, fucking me with deep deliberate strokes and growled into my ear, “You POZ yet, boy?” “Ugh…. Not yet…” “You ever taken a POZ load?” “Maybe… Probably…” “Figures.” “You boys all come to me. You don’t want someone you love to catch the bug.” SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. “You’re all just cumsluts!” SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. “It’s gonna happen sooner or later.” SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. “Why fight it!?!?!?!” He held his clammy body against mine as I felt a warm wetness filling me up. My head was spinning and all I could do was crane my neck around to kiss this fucker. He stayed hard inside me as he reached around and fisted my cock. Within seconds, I shot my load all over his desk. Vinny didn’t give me any chance to breath, and forced my head down to the desk, making me lick up my own spooge. He walked around to the other side of the desk and plopped down to light a cigarette. I just stood there dumbstruck wondering what had just happened. As Vinny puffed away, he pecked around on his computer keyboard, and finding what he looked for, he scrawled an address on a crumpled scrap of paper. “These guys are expecting a POZ top to fuck them both tonight at 11. They don’t need to know that you don’t have the bug yet. They’ll just figure it didn’t take and call again. Repeat business is the best, ain’t it?” It took me a few seconds to register that he was going to send me out on a job… as a hustler… a POZ hustler… “Don’t just stand there kid. I got a business to run.” Vinny didn’t even know my name, and he had just shot a load of cum, probably POZ, up my ass. I blinked at him. “You slow or something?” I blinked again. “Okay, kid. It’s like this. You fuck these boys good, and I’ll let YOU go to the POZ party for your, er, friend. The tops sometimes wear masks or hoods, so he’ll never know it’s you. Yeah. I looked you over to make sure you didn’t have any tattoos or piercings that your, er, friend, might recognize. Capeesh?” I finally understood Vinny’s plan and started getting dressed. Vinny was distracted by something on his computer, and didn’t even look up as I prepared to leave. I thanked him, meekly, and he nodded at me as I let myself out. How to pass the next few hours until I was to show up to “POZ” two guys? I treated myself to a nice late lunch then headed home. I got home before my boy and jumped in the shower. I could feel how stretched out and puffy my ass was as I tried to wash out as much of Vinny’s load as possible. My boy came home just as I was almost finished in the shower. He jumped in and backed up on my hard dick. I fucked him hard and gave him a load before toweling off. I told him that I needed to meet my “best man,” Carl, to finalize some plans. His eye twinkled, “Yeah. I guess I could get things going with Jim too…” I dressed in my favorite old jockstrap, some tight jeans, boots, and a tight muscle tee. I wanted to at least look badass for these boys who had paid good money for a POZ top. My boy commented on how hot I looked and I kissed him goodbye. I headed over to the address Vinny had given me. I couldn’t believe that a day ago I was committed to a boy I love, and now I was whoring around. I told myself it was all for his own good. The address was in a posh neighborhood, and I pulled into a driveway of a large modern-looking glass building. I rang the doorbell and a voice jangled on an intercom. “Let yourself in. We’re upstairs in the bedroom… Ready for you… Last door on the left.”

I almost felt sorry for the guy. Here he was, a new join to our leather club, having recently moved to the area for his first job as an IT guy, and he allowed me to be his mentor. Not that I minded- he was short and beefy, had a bushy beard and a nerdish shyness still at 24. Most importantly, he was eager to be a part of our group, to find a family in this new location. I quickly took him under my wing, introducing him to the entire group, a mostly over 40 crowd still clinging to the old gay ways of yesteryear. No phone apps or hookup sites, just a weekly bar meeting and get togethers. Hell, I'm pushing 50 now, so I guess I'm in prime daddy zone myself. Anyways-the new meat stuck by my side during his first meeting, and I made sure the other 10 guys kept their distance. He seemed to like the way I looked in my leather harness, despite my hairy belly protruding and my middle age hairy tits. He commented on my nipple rings, and gently tugged at them as if he had never seen them before on a man. I put my arm around him, and we sat that way thru the boring meeting, only disengaging when he went up front to tell everyone a little about himself. As the men dispersed after the meeting and began drinking, I got me and the new meat some drinks, and walked us back to a darker corner of the bar. I took my pipe out and lit it, sending a cloud of smoke around the both of us. Meat seemed to like this, as he moved in closer and smiled at me. I nodded to him and grabbed his bearded face and pulled him to my lips. I exhaled more pipe smoke into his face, removed my pipe, and went in for my first kiss. He accepted my tongue, and our beards meshed together, his black to my salt and pepper. I took hold of his black T-shirt and began lifting it over his head. Once removed, my hand caressed his hairy torso, feeling the beginnings of his young bear gut and his flabby pecs. I could see in my mind's eye how he'd look in another 10 years- a nice fat bear with bitch titties, bald like me with the traditional bald man fringe. I pinched his nipples as I caressed him, continuing to engulf him in my pipe smoke. He responded to my advances eagerly, so easily seduced by this daddy bear in a new city. With my hand resting on his belly, and my pipe clenched in my jaw, I began telling him how the leather group was pretty close: our cookouts, weekend trips, movie nights. His eyes lit up, and I knew he was excited to be joining us. He expressed surprise there wasn't an apprenticeship to join the group, but I let him know we weren't like some of the more formal leather groups. He nodded and finished his drink, so I moved him in front of me as I sat on a stool, his back resting against my belly and my arms reaching around and holding him in place. He leaned his head back, and my pipe was right next to his face. He seemed to enjoy being so close to it, breathing in deeply and smiling. I began working both his nipples gently, and I felt them firm up as he pushed back into me. "You like Daddy's pipe, don't ya boy?" The meat responded by shaking his head yes, and I patted his belly and blew more smoke in his face. "Let me show you something," I said as I released my grip on him. I walked him to a door across the room, and we entered the dark space. Closing the door, I flipped the light switch and he saw the dungeon room in all its glory. Sling, fuck bench, chains with restraints hanging from the ceiling. His eyes grew wide and I embraced him, kissing him again and again as I unbuttoned his pants. "Since you're new, we need to get you dressed properly so you fit in with the rest of us. Take off your jeans and underwear, then put your boots back on." My prey offered no resistance, and I moved to the far wall and from a shelf removed an item for our new member. I motioned and he quickly was at my side. Seeing him naked in only his black boots was almost more than I could take. Such a hot piece of meat, so innocent in his desire to belong, his 6" cock half erect. I handed him a leather jock strap, and helped him get into it. I could see he was turned on, but also a little embarrassed to be letting a man dress him . I pulled him in and kissed his lips again, gently patting his ball sack inside the leather pouch of the jock strap. "You like your new outfit, boy?". He said he did, but expressed concern there wasn't more of it. I assured him this was enough for now, and told him to fold his street clothes and place them on the shelf where I had removed his jock. He did so quietly, and as he walked back to me, and grabbed his nipples and began twisting and working them. He winced until I stopped, then I pulled him in tightly and kissed him, fondling his exposed hairy ass as I did. I could feel his cock jump inside the pouch. I pointed to a vest on a hanger across the room, its front showing years of wear yet still a beautiful piece. "That vest has been mine for 30 years. I got it when I first joined this leather club. Doesn't fit so well around my belly now. It'll be yours by the end of the night if you want it". He seemed touched by this gesture, and was about to speak before I cut him off. "Get on your knees and thank Daddy for your new clothes," I said, pushing down on his shoulders until he was on his knees in front of me. I unzipped my leather pants, and let my cock flop out. Gripping it in one hand, I squeezed it until a drip of precum leaked out the end. "Lick it off, boy. Suck Daddy's cock". My prey fully cooperated, engulfing my leaky 7" thick cock in his hairy mouth. I let him suck me a few minutes before pulling out and wiping my cock in his beard. I pulled him up, and again assaulted his mouth with my tongue. His cock was rock hard, pushing out into it's leather prison. "As President of this club, boy, I get to decide who's allowed to join. You sure you want to join? You can still leave if you've changed your mind." He didn't answer, he just began rubbing my cock, and put his head down on my chest. I knew he was mine. I guided him over to the fuck bench, and helped him place his hands and knees properly, and then strapped them in place. Once secured, I smacked his ass hard with my hand, intending to leave a welt. He was startled, but did not protest. I pulled a stool over, and sat between his legs with his ass in front of me. I pulled his cheeks wide, revealing the hairy insides of his crack and his pink puckered hole. My cock began dripping at the thought of taking this hole, making it mine to fuck and breed. To control. My tongue plunged deep, tasting his musk as it darted in and out, savoring the first taste of what was going to be MY hole from now on. Lost in my desires, I tongued him continually for 20-30 minutes, until I was unable to wait any longer. I stood, kicking the stool out of my way. I quickly filled my pipe and lit it, breathing deeply and inhaling as much as possible. I walked up to his head and grabbed his hair, lifting his face to look at me. "Take a hit of Daddy's pipe, boy." His look of confusion amused me. "Take a hit, and suck Daddy's smoke into your lungs. I want you to have the taste of it in your mouth as I fuck you. As I make you My pipe boy". I held the pipe to his lips, and he pulled in a mouthful of smoke and inhaled, trying his best to not cough but failing miserably. I saw smoke come out his mouth, and his nostrils, and I grabbed his beard. "You did good for the first time, pipe boy. You'll do better next time." He nodded and I released his hair. Moving back between his legs, I began rubbing my cockhead directly on his hole, smearing my leaking juices onto the pink wrinkles of his puckered ass. I began pushing my mushroom head into his ass, then backing out and pushing in again. Each time coating his insides with more of my precum. He moaned with each entry, his hole still not lubed enough to not cause him discomfort. As I backed out the last time, I spit directly on his hole, and pushed in quickly, burying all 7" at once. He let out a yelp, and I leaned forward and put my hands on his shoulders. "It'll get easier, boy, just accept Daddy's cock." I began fucking in and out, and saw blood streaks on the top of my shaft. "You're bleeding a bit, boy, but that's ok. I'll add more lube." Again I spit on my cock, and shoved it back into the meat on the fuck bench in front of me. Soon I could hear the familiar sounds of sloshing and smacking associated with fucking. My precum was making it nice inside the boy's hole, coating his guts with my juices. To his credit, his hole never lost its grip. Each backward movement it grabbed my cock tighter, squeezing out more of my cock juice. My pipe was blazing by now, filling the room with hazy smoke, making even a lifelong smoker like myself dizzy from the nicotine high. I fuck into him harder and harder, his body rocking from my thrusts. "I'm cumming pig! You want my load?! You wanna join our club?!". The pig yelled yes, begging me to fuck and cum in him. I thrust more, eyeing my prey as I watched my cock move in and out. "You're mine, boy, all of you! Join Daddy's club!". My cock spasmed, shooting jet after jet of my toxic cum into his young hairy ass. But I kept fucking, moving in and out, from side to side, trying to hurt him, to tear his ass open with my cock. Until finally I stopped. My assault was over. I dropped to my knees, removed my pipe, and buried my face into his newly bred hole. Tonguing him passionately, I ground my beard into his newly initiated ass. I licked the juices from his hole, covering my beard with the remnants of this rough fuck- his blood, flecks of brown, my own cum. All of it. I wanted to claim this as my property, and I wanted to wear this in my beard for all to see. When I pulled my face away, I could see cum dripping from the edge of the leather jock the boy was wearing. He came from getting fucked, like a good pig. I patted his ass, and began undoing his restraints. I helped him off and over to a chair, where I sat him down and allowed him to lick my cock clean. I walked over to the vest, removed it from the hanger, and told him to stand. Without showing him the back, I helped him into his new vest, and told him how good he looked in it. "Ever better than I did back when it was first given to me", I added. He smiled at me. I then reached into my jeans pocket, and pulled a thick chain collar I had saved for just this moment. "Now that you're mine, boy, we need to let the rest of the group know, cuz I don't share my property with anyone". He stood still as I fastened the chain around his neck. Once it was placed, I kissed him again, fully embracing my new meat. We left the room together, our fellow club members noticing us as we approached. He was a sight to behold. A new young leather pipe boy, wearing his leather jock strap, black boots, and a well-worn leather vest, emblazoned on the back with a 16" bright red biohazard symbol, to show everyone he was a member of a club he didn't know he had just joined.

Where do I start? I certainly understand your viewpoint that HIV can be deadly, and you should be healthy, but people have the right to do as they with with their bodies, so long as they are not harming anyone, or in this instance, not harming anyone without their consent. Do I endorse bug chasing, no. If I was neg, I would want to stay neg. Having said that though, becoming poz has actually made me realise how short and fleeting it is. And now since I'm poz I do want to have fun, and I want to feel a guy cum in me. You know what else I learned about, PrEP. I mean it doesn't stop other STI's, but it helps to reduce the chance of catching HIV. Believe me, I wish they wouldn't chase HIV, but it's their choice, and if they willingly let it happen, I won't fuss about it.

Natural male pattern baldness is sexy as hell. Though I REALLY get off on a fully shaved head. So yeah, I have a bald/shaved head fetish...ESPECIALLY when you add a beard to the mix. Wooooof!!!

Sexually, I'm hugely turned on by contrasts- big, beefy, hairy, hung top studs fucking smaller, pale, smooth, weak bottoms with small dicks. I'm exclusively homosexual but I have a "hetero" esthetic when it comes to sex between men. SO cis male penis fucking transman pussy is hot as fuck to me, especially when the trans guy is hairy, built etc. The contrast between their genitals drives me out of my mind.

Eh. Not really. My company is a US company subject to US law. I would have to reincorporate in Europe, probably move to Europe, and only host out of Europe. But there are laws in Europe that are problematic as well. (Like, do Europeans really need warnings that a site is using cookies? ALL sites use cookies.) Actually I'm subject to the laws wherever my visitors are located, which means I'm subject to all laws everywhere. So I'm going to have to comply with the UK's age verification law when they finally figure out how you actually have to do to comply with it. But more concerning are the privacy laws out of the UK and the EU. They conflict with my ability to keep my sites secure. A hacker in the EU can demand that I delete everything I know about them from my server. I'm not willing to delete data on people who may be hackers. Hell, I'm not even OK with deleting data when it's disruptive to the flow of conversations on the site (which is why I generally don't delete your accounts here). And then there are countries, like Uganda and Iran, where this site is just flat-out illegal. So there's a whole spectrum of laws that I'm subject to, but only certain ones do I take seriously. And even of those there are a few where I probably never will be 100% compliant because they just go too far.

Last load on Sunday afternoon. On the way back from a family visit , had Grindr on. A few messages as I was traveling up country (its always good to see fresh meat , other than the same local profiles) I stopped at a cottage but no action , but whilst there I had a couple of messages , as I am time poor I always cut to the chase. I send a pic of my cock and a picture of it close to an ass I load regularly , the photo shows my cum leaking out and pooling in the bottoms ass hair. I follow this with "B.B. ? , looking for now = - can you accom ?" 2 guys fitted this criteria , 1 a short fit 25 yr old , but would not send post code so I ditched him. The other was a tall 30's (6ft4) slim guy not nesercerrily my type , but the clincher was "My boyfriend is away" , there is nothing hotter than loading a guy in their bed. And it wasn't too far out of my way , a big plus. I arrived at a very preppy house in a village so old fashioned that I would not has been surprised to see Miss Marple on her bike. I messaged to say I had arrived. He told be to let my self in , lock the door and come upstairs. We was lying on the bed ass in the air. A real hottie , he had a a cloths dryer hung with Assie Bum underwear ,he was in perfect shape with a peach of an ass - I would guess that he is a successful older guys fuck toy. He was gagiing , I stuck my cock in his mouth and he sucked me hard. I love to rim so I positioned him on the edge of the bed and lounged and fingered him for about 5 mins , he was just on heat loving my tongue up his hole. I stood him up and bent hime over , I don't normally fuck without lube , but he was wet from my tongue and fairly loose. I pushed my mushroom head in past his ring and he relaxed so I slowly went balls deep in to him. I fucked him on the floor , on the bed and standing up , he managed to keep hard the whole time. I love to go in as deep as possible then grind dirty and deep. After about 10-12 mins he was getting close , I stood him up , bend him over and started long deep strokes , as I felt my climax approach. I ground in deep as I came , flooding him with a 4 day load. As I pulled out he cupped his hand a caught some excess as it dribbled out and eat it. He was wanking hard and I knelt down and let him cum in my mouth. Perfect fuck

Fucking hot story. He was stalking you like his prey because you were! Don’t worry I enjoyed it, blew two loads reading it today!

THIS IS JUST FANTASY. this didn't really happen to me I started out my day doing as I usually did. checking my email, like master told me to do every day some back story on my master hes a big dom white man that loves to use sissy bois like me for his pleasure what ever it may be, his cock is an beer can thick 8 inch un cut cock, that loves to fit into holes too small to fit I met master online a few months ago and he has been my master every since he first stuck his big bear cock inside me and came deep inside my ass. from then on he's pushed my limits of taking his cock and being used for his pleasure. A few rules he gave me were I was not allowed to use toys anymore so I would stay tight for him when ever he fucked me. I was not allowed to see other men also unless he gave me permission to do so. As for fucking he told me that I have to thank him every time he came in me whether in my mouth or in my ass and if he came in my ass I was too clean his cock as soon as it flopped out my ass. I was too never touch my self while I was pleasuring him unless I was told to. starting to get the point..... he loved to use me for his pleasure regardless of how I felt Opening the day's e-mail, I found a message from my Master which read "I have a surprise for you, boy. This Friday, five days from now, I'm sending you to a friend's house. You will show up on time, you will wear the items provided, and do whatever my friend demands of you. Oh, and you are also not allowed to touch your self this entire week. Understood, boy?" I respond "Yes, Master. Will he be using a condom? And how big is he?" A day went by and Master replied "Does it matter, boy? You do as I say. However, this changes a few things. Be ready Friday." I respond "I'm sorry, sir. Yes, I know I am your's to use. I just wanted to make sure I had enough lube to accommodate his size." His only reply was to say "Be ready Friday and at the address provided at the designated time." My heart started to beat out of my chest on what possibly he had in store..... Well friday came and I got ready. The address wasn't too far away, so I drove there all the while my heart was beating out of control on what I could be possibly walking into. Arriving at the house, which was in the middle of no where with no neighbors within miles. The house was a very nice wood cabin, quite home-like, with just a few lights on. I honestly even wondered briefly if anyone was even home, but, seeing a couple nice cars parked around back, I figured the guy must be loaded and was also at home. Approaching the front door, I saw a note which read 'Come in. The door is unlocked'. doing as instructed, I pushed the door, which was indeed unlocked. The door swung on its hinges, which were apparently in need of oil as the door loudly creaked as it opened ever so slowly. The approach was quite ominous, but looking around the foyer I saw some handsome furnishings, including a pier table on which a blindfold and a jock strap were placed. Another note was also prominently positioned on the table, obviously for my benefit. I wasn't all that surprised the note read simply 'Take off all your clothing and dress yourself in the jock strap and blindfold'. I slide my clothes off, and put them on a pile next to the door. I then slid on the jock strap over my boyish figure. the jock feels perfect around my small toned body. I then slide on the final item.... the blindfold. I tie it snugly around my head and cover my eyes till I cant see anything I stand there for a few good minutes, shivering cause its cold in the house and I feel very exposed, or its most likely cause I am nervous at what's to come. finally I hear foot steps and they are coming close. I feel a hand grab my shoulder and flip me around till my back is to the unknown person. I feel his hot breath on my ear as he pulls my hands behind me and start to feel cold metal around one of my wrists, then the other. I thought to my self..... hand cuffs.... I then feel the burly hands grab my ass hard and then comes an unfamiliar voice whispering in my ear. "are you ready boi" before I can answer the man shoves a rubber ball in my mouth and then wraps the bound ball around my mouth with a leather strap. I try to say something and struggle but my assailant is too strong and just holds me by the cuffs I hear him say under his breath "doesn't matter if you are, boi" with that the big man (from what I can tell at the time felt like a over 6 foot tall man and at least 250 lbs) swung me over his shoulder like a rag doll and began to walk some where.... my heart is beating uncontrollably, I try to struggle over the mans shoulders and yell but the burley man is too strong and just laughs as I struggle. I wonder to my self if this is what master really had in mind or is this a crazy man that master accidentally trusted too much as I am contemplating what is going to happen to me, I hear a door open and Iam suddenly flung onto a bed, well not a very comfortable bed but it felt springy and relatively soft. I think to my self this is my chance to get out of here, but before my brain could rationalize the fact that I was blindfolded and cuffed and escape was pretty much impossible I felt the now I know very big man jump on top of my back. his large thighs tight around my waist. the air is knocked right out of me. As I was started to come back to reality I started to feel the man rustle around on top like he was grabbing things. I then felt him grab my feet and slip a soft rope around it then the other leg. before I could I knew it was tied to this uncomfortable bed unable to move or fight back. I had to face my fate...... he was going to rape me..... I came to when the man spoke "gotta make sure you dont struggle too much while I rape you, I mean I dont mind you struggling, turns me on, but dont want those legs flying up and hitting something it shouldn't. This makes sure that you stay put" I tried to yell thru the gag but it was no use, just sounded like moans and groans of a pitiful little fuck toy trying to rationalize the situation he knew he was going to face he then spun around on my back so I could feel his belly on my back and also a very large bulge on my plump ass. he began to laugh as he started to slap my ass with his large cock. not having seen it I had to guess he was at least 9 inches and very thick by the fact that I could feel the welts his cock was leaving on my ass my eyes started to water at the fact that that beast of a cock was going to be in my ass very soon. my concentration broke again as the unknown man spoke again "your master said something about condoms and lube, well I hope this answers your question" with that I heard a tearing sound. like a condom wrapper. relief filled my brain as I thought at least master is nice enough to make sure I stay safe and also get some lube. the man then leaned forward so his gut lay on my back and pulled my head back by my hair. I moaned in pain as he put his big hand around my mouth and pulled the ball out of the gag, now figuring out this is also a ring gag.... a very large ring gag. As he's pulling out the ball i try to yell, scream, curse but they are all cut short by a very large condom being shoving into my mouth and then quickly replaced by the ball again before I can say another word. I chocked and gagged at the feeling of this horrible tasting condom in my mouth and had to either swallow it or let it stay in my mouth the whole time. I decided on keeping it in my mouth in fear of chocking on the condom and the uncaring man think its a joke and not save me I then hear him laugh and state mockingly: "there I used a condom, now not another word out of you. your hear to be used not to talk. plus this will teach you to ask unneeded questions to your master. you just need to respond with yes next time he tells you what to do" my mind reels with panic as I wonder is this guy crazy..... is he going to breed me with his questionable seed. does master really allowing this.... as I am panicking I feel the man sit back up straight and put all his weight on my legs. I prepare my self to my inevitable raping but am surprised instead. I start to feel a cold squishy liquid being poured not on my ass but on my pulled back cock. I start to wonder what the hell is this guy doing. I then feel a wonderful sensation around my cock. it felt like some very nice hot flesh light feel. I moan as I feel motors working to massage my cock in wonderful ways. Even thought it felt rather loose (I began to think this must be his fleshlight) it was a wonderful feeling. I soon felt my self getting lost in the feeling but then my brain clicked and thought why is he doing this. just as soon as I was about to cum I realized his plan...... I began to moan and struggle the domineering man behind me gave out a sinister laugh stating coolly " I see you found out part of my plan then, but it seems too late now" with that I felt by body contort and my balls pull up close to my body as I let out jet after jet of cum, not onto the bed but a plastic cup that was very roughly put under my cock head as I was cumming. I felt relief even if it was for the briefest moment. I was wakened from my euphoric state with the man behind me laughing once again and saying: "damn kid, that wasn't much, figured you would have give up more since you haven't cum in a week, oh well, it will have to do. you see kid I don't like lube, its too sticky and it makes it way to easy to slip in and out of a hole, so I am just gonna use your cum as lube." in a matter of fact tone he just stated: "sorry kid this is going to hurt a lot then. Cause once I'm in your tight hole I cant help my self from just plunging balls deep and going to town on your ass, so lets get started" I started to yell and scream thru the gag but it was no use. I began to rethink jacking off several times that week and not heeding masters words on not to come that week. before I knew it though I felt the hot sticky cum poured onto my hole followed by the loud sticky slaps of his massive cock slapping my tight puckered hole "damn kid I don't know how this thing is gonna fit but I sure as hell gonna try my best" is all I heard before I felt the immense pressure of my tight little boi hole I quickly tightened my hole as much as possible to fight off the massive bare intruder I feel the cock head slip from my hole followed by a loud grunt from my rapist. feeling I had finally won a battle I gave a quiet smirk of a satisfaction that was quickly wiped off my face as the man behind me gave my ass a very hard spank followed by 3 harder spanks making me reel in pain and scream. I groan thru my gag trying to scream on in pain but the man just roughly pulls back on hair bringing my ear to his face "boi I am going to get in that ass of yours whether you like it or not. I am going shove my big bare meat into your slutty little hole and fuck it till I leave a big sticky load in your gaping hole. because that's all your good for, you are my tight fuck tube to which I can deposit my seed into. you do that again and resist my cock and I will triple the amount of spankings with an actual paddle and whip, plus I will take twice as long fucking you. you really want that slut" not really stating it as a question by his tone but more as a command with the options of a much worse prospect "ok then, since you cant talk ill take your answer by opening up that boi hole of yours so I can let my bare cock slip in" with that I unclenched my small toned ass and let my rapist pull back my checks to expose my winking pucker " damn kid you got a nice hole, too bad its gonna be loose and sloppy by the time I am done with it" and with that I felt the intense pressure again as he began his plunge into my tight hole. every inch felt like a hot fiery baseball bat was being shoved slowly into my ass. I again tried to yell in pain to get the man to understand the pain he was delivering. I felt it tunneling deep inside me thinking he must be getting close to being all the way in. but to my dismay I heard him comment "about half way in kid, keep it up" I groaned and felt the tears trickle down my face "looks like I lost most of the cum on your ass when I had to slap you, hope you have learned your lesson there boi then now, cause I aint stopping till I get balls deep" with that I felt a hand on back smear a sticky substance with what I could only assume was some of my cum. after smearing the cum on my back he placed both hands roughly on my shoulders baring all his weight on them. I felt the air escape my lungs as his gut fell onto the small of back with a loud wet thud. the sweat and hair on his stomach rubbed against my hairless back as he began to grind harder into my back "There we go, now I m in a better position to get deeper into your hole" the sudden intrusion of his dick getting deeper my suddenly throw my body into a wrenching pain as I began to black out from the pain. All the man could do was laugh coldly and say "don't you agree boi" Knowing I couldn't comment back he just kept his descent into the deepest part of my bowls spreading them farther apart then they have ever been spread before. feeling like he couldn't possibly get any deeper he kept going all the while groaning in pure pleasure of the tight cock sleeve wrapped around his bare cock. finally to my relief I felt his very large balls tap the bottom of my ass "there we go kid I made it balls deep...... now the real fun begins" with that I felt him slowly pull out of my ass and the pressure off my legs subsided as what I figured he was getting in a better position to start to really fuck me his hand never leaving my shoulders he just began to apply more pressure really pushing me into the hard mattress but relieving the pressure on my back "boi lift that ass for me so I can get it in prime fucking position. remember what I will do if you don't obey" not wanting to make it any worse I slowly lifted my ass closer to his groin letting the cock half inside me slide deeper into my ass "good boi, now keep it like that while I plow that sweet ass of yours" tears strolling down my face I heard him grunt then slam balls deep into me. I wanted to scream, yell, kick, curse, anything to stop the brutal raping. but no the man just laughed and grunted as he began to fucking my ass mercilessly In and out his cock slide with the sounds of some one plunging a toilet. The only thing I could hear was the wet smacks of his hairy man slapping hard against my back as his balls hit hard against my jock strapped balls. wanting to end it more quickly I started to squeeze down on his cock in hopes to get him off sooner "shit boi feels like your really starting to like it. feel you trying to squeeze around my cock, though if your thinking that squeezing around my cock will end it sooner, your sadly mistaken, ill finish when I am done. If I feel like Im getting close but don't want to cum ill just go balls deep and let it sit in your hole a while till I start fucking you again feeling as he had read my mind I soon figured that this must not be his first time doing this. I groaned thru my gag as he went back to brutally shoving his cock into my hole. giving up at this point to accept the fate that I was going to get raped until this unknown man was going to shoot his load into me when ever he felt like it. After a few minuets of fucking that in my mind felt like hours I thought he might be getting close when he groaned and shoved deep into my ass, grunting "Almost came there, ill let it rest there a while, dont worry ill get back to fucking you in a minute" I could feel the heat on my face as it burned hot that he was enjoying this while I suffered horriblely. He wasn't even unknowingly uncaring he was actually getting off to my misery before I knew it he was back to fucking me except this time he was pulling all the way out till just his cock head was barely in my hole then slamming it deep inside each time with a pleasurable moan from the man coming from each thrust "you like that don't you slut, feeling a real mans cock ramming balls into your cock sleeve" at this point I wanted to scream NO! but all it sounded like were moans and grunts again. And again he responded with a slight chuckle. although while my head said no my dick was starting to get hard again, I guess somewhere in my subconscious I was enjoying this. before I could dwell on what it really all meant I felt the man again slam hard balls deep into me. This was my chance I began to squeeze tight around the thick member lodged deep inside of me. thinking I could make him cum and my nightmare would be over "damn it. that feels amazing kid. fine you want it that bad here you go" with that the man roared into the ceiling and I felt a flood of cum blast its way into my insides. I figured he was too deep and thick to feel it start running down my balls. I guess the balls he was packing weren't just for show cause usually when a man came inside me I couldn't feel it, other than masters who was the first I actually felt cumming inside me, but even master couldn't compare to this guy. I felt his shaft pump thick load after load into my now overflowing hole. "phew" "that was a big one boi" I felt him begin to relax above me and his cock get softer. he slowly pulled out of me and with a wet slurp his cock plopped out of me and a river of cum flow out onto my covered balls "Holy shit kid. I really flooded your hole. You wont be able to close that thing for a while," he commented, adding a soft chuckle as he instructed "Okay, now for the clean-up." I then feel the bed creek and the body weight shift off of me and started moving to my head. before I know it my head was being yanked up and the ball being removed from the gag, I quickly spit out the condom and was soon replaced by a very wet semi hard cock being shoved into my mouth "be a good little slut and suck it clean boi" the man pushed me into his groin till my nose was flat against his waist and his pubic hair was in my nose. I slowly suckled on his cock tasting the cum and ass juices mixed with a little blood. gagging and chocking for air until all I could taste was a manly cock and slight taste of cum. but feeling his balls against my chin I knew now how he had cum so much, drool dribbled down my chin onto his low hanging balls as I gasped for air, brain begging for more air after a few minuets of cleaning "ok boi, I need to take a piss but I really don't want to leave your mouth so swallow all that daddy is giving you ok. swallow it all, I don't want any nasty piss on me. If you don't ill have to punish you" My blindfolded eyes widened at what this man was saying and by the sudden splash of putrid piss hitting my lips and tongue. pissing straight down my throat. I gagged and tried to spit it up but thought better at the thought of getting punished crossed my mind. So I whimpered as he continued pissed into my mouth while he chuckled at my misery. thinking I was doing a good job of drinking his large quantities of piss I was sadly mistaken with a sharp slap to the check " I said drink it all and DONT SPILL cunt!" with that he pulled his cock out and splashed the remaining amount on my face and blindfold "that look suites you boi" finally free of my gag I get my one chance to speak up "my master is going to kick your ass after he finds out what you did to me today" no sooner do the words come out of my mouth than I hear a door open and familiar voice say "Is he now" master..... my rapist gave a hearty chuckle and my heart sank To be continued...

We both woke up the next morning and the first words I heard were much friendlier than the day before. “Morning, Mike. Did you sleep well?” Frank said. I yawned and stretched and said “Morning, Frank. Yes I did. I hope you did too.” “I haven’t slept that well in a long time. You really wore me out” he said with a chuckle. I laughed with him and replied “You wore me out too and filled me up. I can still feel cum dripping out.” He reached over and grabbed my stiff cock and stroked it saying “I’m a really bad lover, I didn’t let you shoot your load before I crashed.” He moved down and took my cock in his mouth again, sucking and licking it just like he had the night before. Frank slid his body over closer to mine and we were almost in a 69. I stared at his hairy legs and ass and then started to stroke them with my hand. My fingers slid into the crack, running up and down. His moans around my cock excited me even more and I was struggling not to shoot my load right away. I guided his leg over my chest and head and licked his cock from the tip to his balls. When he spread his legs wider, I could get my face to his ass and I started to eat like a starving child. His musk filled my nose and I was getting high from it. I almost forgot that he was sucking me until I would hear a grunt from him when my tongue would dig into his pucker. I had some of his hairs floating in my mouth and I wanted more. I spread his ass wider and felt my spit soaked beard against his hairy ass. My tongue dug even deeper into his hole and he suddenly pulled away. He turned around and straddled my stomach and he looked down at me and said those magical words again “Fuck me, Mike.” I guided my cock to his ass and it slid easily to his opening with the mixture of our saliva helping it along. Slowly he pushed down and my cock popped inside. I slowly raised my hips, forcing more of my cock inside and he started to ride my cock. I was pounding into his hole as he rocked back and forth. I felt his sweat dripping on my chest. I looked up at his face and could tell he was enjoying it as much as I was. When I would thrust in harder, he would push down harder. I reached up and rubbed his sweaty chest, pressing the palm of my hand against his hard nipples and felt his hole squeeze around my cock. I then pinched his nipple and felt him squeeze again. Frank reached down with his hand and pinched my nipple with his thumb and forefinger, no doubt looking to see what my reaction would be. We worked each other over like this for several minutes until I felt my balls start to tingle. It didn’t take much longer and I thrust my cock deep inside him and Frank plunged all the way down. Pulse after pulse of my cream pumped into his body while his ass milked every drop. I let out a loud growl that I’m sure the neighbors heard. Frank leaned forward, laying on my sweaty chest and kissing me with a slow, passionate kiss. When the kiss stopped, Frank gently bit my lip before sliding down my body and between my legs. I spread them wider and he lubed my hole with spit. I knew it wasn’t enough but I didn’t care. If I was going to get Frank’s cock back inside me I would take it any way he wanted to give it. Frank stood there with his cock just in my hole, staring at me and waiting for more of his precum to ooze inside me. Maybe it was the precum or the cum from the fuck the night before, but when he pushed his cock inside me it didn’t hurt at all. Just that wonderful feeling of a bare cock sliding inside my hole. Frank’s cock slid all the way in until I felt his bush against my ass. I looked up at him and said “Fuck me, Frank.” His cock already felt bigger than normal and I doubted he would last long before he came. Each thrust was firm and deliberate. Hard enough to make me know he was in control and make me feel it , but not too hard to be painful. I worked my hole around his shaft until he couldn’t restrain himself. He looked me in the eyes and softly said “Take it, boy” as I felt his cock pump it’s seed into my cum craving hole. I could feel the warmth and fullness from his cock and cum. When his cock fell out of my pussy, he laid next to me. “Thank you, Mike. I haven’t felt this good in a long time. It’s not just the sex. I like being with you” Frank said. “I feel the same Frank. The sex is great, but you make it even better” I replied. We laid there for several minutes, smelling of cum and sweat. Neither of us wanting to move and break the mood. I looked over at the clock and it was almost 11:30AM. “Crap” I muttered. “What?” asked Frank, with a concerned look on his face. “I have a football game to play today” I said with a hint of disgust in my voice. “Mmmm, I bet you look like a real stud out on the field” Frank said with a grin. “You can see for yourself if you want to watch a bunch of gay guys play football” I replied. “I don’t see how I could refuse. I might have to hide my hard cock as I watch you prance up and down the field, though. And I might be envious of the guys you tackle” Frank said with a chuckle. I grabbed Frank by the hand and led him into the bathroom. The shower was a long one of half washing and half groping. We dried each other off and Frank put his clothes on from yesterday and I put on my jockstrap and then the gray uniform pants which clung to my body showing off my muscular legs and ass. I pulled on my long sleeve compression shirt and then our team jersey. I looked up and Frank stood there with a huge grin on his face. “You like?” I asked. “Oh yeah. And I’m gonna like taking them off you after the game” Frank said. I smiled. Oh, yeah, I remembered. After the game. My smile turned to a frown. After the game when we always have our party. How was I going to tell him about it? I could just not go, but I needed to be honest with Frank. “Uh, Frank. We usually have a party after the game” I said in a serious tone. “Oh, cool. Can I come or is it only for the team” Frank asked. “It’s open to anyone. I have to warn you that there’s going to be some sex going on” I said nervously. I wanted to go to the party, since I had been to everyone after the first one I went to. But I also didn’t want to mess up anything with Frank. “Hehe, are you worried about me being jealous of seeing your teammates have sex with each other? Or with you?” Frank said. “Yeah, we haven’t known each other long and I don’t want to fuck it up” I replied. “Boy, there’s one thing we need to agree on right now. No matter where our relationship goes - friends, fuck buddies or partners, we need to let each other have fun with other people. Understand?” Frank said bluntly. I was relieved. “Yes, sir” I replied with a grin. “Today is probably the best day to try it out. If we get really lucky we can see each other fuck with other people and realize its ok. It won’t change how I feel about you” Frank said.

If I were a top I'd love to breed these two...

I'll have been in enforced permanent chastity for three years come Christmas day, I rely solely on my hole for pleasure from my partner. I'm 100% Bottom and he's a hard-core top so it's just the way things should be really, why should I be allowed to touch my cock if I'm the one that gets fucked and opened up?

PART NINE (This may be the final chapter, haven't decided just yet. If something new comes to me, I will add to it) Drake told me to make sure I was extra clean for my visit to my old boss. They’d finalized the arrangements this morning, deciding the best place for a whore like me to get bred is the cheapest, sleaziest, dirtiest motel in the city. This was also in a horrible neighborhood, so on top of my nerves about seeing the old boss, I was concerned about the seedy element. Drakes old neighborhood looked like upper-middle class compared to this area. The worst part is because of the bad area, Drake wasn’t even hanging around. He told me when the time was up he’d swing by and pick me up. In the mean time, the old boss was my boss again -at least for the two hours he’d paid for. I watched Drake pull away from the motel and then quickly went and knocked on the door, taking a few tentative steps back. I did not want to be out in the open for long around here. I looked too damn clean, and that would bring me nothing but trouble. The door swung open quickly and there he stood. My asshole ex-boss, Mr. Waters. I couldn’t help but think that if he’d been fucking me while we worked together we probably would have gotten along better. Maybe that’s why he was so mean to me -because he wasn’t fucking me. Hmm. “Well, well, well, look who comes crawling back like a disgusting fucking whore. A real whore,” he laughed. I wanted to say something smart like, “And you’re doing well, obviously. Why else would you be hiring ass off of the internet? Not to mention you look like death warmed over!” But you can’t say shit like that to paying customers. But he did look like shit. I hadn’t been gone from work long, but he’d easily lost forty pounds, his cheeks sunken, his body looked skeletal underneath his clothes. And his skin tone -well that had that dusty pale look that says ‘death’. I almost laughed to myself when I thought, “That’s it! If he was wearing a black cloak with one of those long poles with the hook on the end, he’d look just like the grim reaper!!”. But luckily I didn’t laugh -what kind of person would laugh at this man’s pain? Instead, I grinned at him. He’s paying for it, I need to make it good. I took a step towards the room but he held a hand out as if to say, “Stop”. So I stopped, glancing quickly over both shoulders to be sure that I wasn’t about to get jumped or something. “On your knees. I want you to crawl to me,” he told me with far too much delight at my predicament. “You’re crawling back to me . . . I want it for real,” he added, his tone dark and sinister. Fucking asshole, I thought. The only way I’m going to get through this degradation is to pretend that I’m enjoying everything he’s putting me through. He won’t enjoy it so much if it’s not having the desired effect. So, I got down on hands and knees, painfully aware of how gross the ground was, covered in cigarette butts and ash, spit, probably urine and cum and lord only knows what else. Filth. I was also painfully aware of the hooting, hollering and laughing coming from the audience on the street around the hotel. They had a clear view of the show I was putting on. More fucking assholes, I thought, wagging my fine ass at them as if to say, “You can’t have it!”. Mr. Waters laughed louder at them, and stepped aside to allow me into the room. “So this is it? You’re a dirty whore now? Fuck, I should have knocked you up with my poison while I had the chance before. No matter -you’re getting something much stronger today,” he laughed. Maybe he thought he would scare me, but I wasn’t giving him any satisfaction. “Thank-you, Sir. I want it,” I told him. He stopped laughing and glared down at me. “Is that right? Are you ready to fucking die?” he asked, sounding quite ominous to be completely honest. “My cum will kill you. It’s in me, killing me. You want to die a whore’s death?” I gulped over a lump in my throat, steadied myself and looked at him. “Yes, Sir. That’s what I’m here for.” My body had that rush, that feeling of sudden dread, and yet I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited in my life. I just wished that Drake was here with me as a part of it all. “Damn fucking right,” he grumbled. “Now get on this dick,” he ordered, yanking his pants over and pulling out a rather choice piece of meat. Who the hell knew this is what was hiding underneath those ugly ass suits all of those years? I might have let him fuck me after all! Still on my knees, I crawled to him and took him into my mouth. First his cock head, which I licked and probed with my tongue. He dropped his head back and groaned, so I knew he was liking my work so far. And then I went down to lick is balls, eventually managing to get the entire low-hanging sack into my mouth where I slurped on them like they were candy. When my jaw began to get sore, I released his juice-makers and went back to his mighty cock, which I managed to take all the way down in one slow descent. Again he moaned his appreciation. “Fucking pig, I wish I knew how talented that fucking mouth was back when you worked for me. I’d have had you living under my desk sucking my dick all day long,” he chuckled. “That is, when I wasn’t pounding the fuck out of your sweet ass. Yeah, I checked that ass out plenty, but you strutted around that place like you were untouchable, like maybe no one would ever try anything on you? I should have fucked you up then just to teach you a lesson,” he growled. His mood had changed and he yanked his dick out of my mouth, my teeth scraping his rod with the sudden movement. He gasped momentarily, snarled down at me as if he was about to hit me, but then reeled it in and began to laugh. We both looked down at his cock and saw that where my teeth had scraped, there were fresh abrasions seeping blood from them. My stomach immediately did another flip. Fuck, there will be no escaping his virus now, I thought. And still my ass practically yawned open, so hungry for the stuffing only he would provide me. When I looked back up at his face, he was grinning an evil grin. “Get on the bed, hands and knees at the foot of the bed. Time to destroy that ass.” I assumed the position straight away, but he disappeared into the bathroom for a second, returning with a toothbrush in hand and I knew immediately what he was up to. Before I knew it, he had already jammed it up my ass and was viciously scrubbing away. “This is my toothbrush but I figure we’re going to be sharing a virus anyway, so what’s a few oral germs between friends,” he laughed. He was really scrubbing away and my ass was feeling quite raw. When he finally yanked the brush out of my hole, he thrust it into my face to show me how red it was. Not pink, as some other guys describe in these scenarios. It was saturated in blood fucking red. I don’t know what possessed me, but I reached out and took the brush from him and then stuck it into my mouth and began scrubbing my gums with it. He roared with laughter while he simultaneously jammed his cock into my pig hole about half-way in one thrust. Another couple of hard ruts and he was balls-deep in me. Despite what this would result in, it felt like heaven. Can’t lie. He was very sick in more ways than one, but his cock felt absolutely amazing sawing in and out of my fuckhole. For the next forty minutes we didn’t speak at all. It was a continuous and relentless pounding of my ass, the sounds of our skin smacking skin and our uncontrollable grunts and moans the only noises we made. After forty minutes (I know because these days I am very much on the clock) he pulled out, walked around to the edge of the bed and showed me his cock. It was huge and shiny, glistening in precum and extremely red from a mixture of his blood and mine. Just thinking that again made my dick jump several times beneath me. Again without thinking, I leaned forward and took his bloodied cock in my mouth and slurped him clean, knowing that his bleeding cock was oozing into my mouth with my roughed-up gums, too. Suddenly I felt the need more than ever before. When I pulled back, I looked up at him. “Come on, fuck me. Time to give me that load, Sir. I need it in me . . . please.” His face lit up at that. “Please? Well how can I deny you when you said the magic word?” he chucked, but not viciously as he was before. Mr. Waters went back around and entered me again, in one deep hard thrust, and resumed slam-fucking me. “How can I deny a whore the very thing that he needs more than anything? I still can’t believe you quit working for me to do this,” he snarled, slamming me extra hard. Okay, so Mr. Niceguy didn’t stick around for very long . . . “But I must admit, that fucking pig hole feels like it was made for this. Is that it, slut? You finally decided that this is what you were born to do?” I didn’t hesitate when I told him, “Absolutely.” “So what brought this on, hm? Just out of the blue you decided to throw your whole life away and become some diseased fuck whore?” I wasn’t sure how much I was meant to reveal, but I figured I’d keep it to basic facts that might turn him on more. “I got grabbed one night and . . . raped, I guess you could say.” “Raped?” he asked, stopping mid-stride. “And how exactly did that go down?” “Doesn’t matter. Just that it turned into multiple guys and I found out that they were all poz. And I enjoyed it. From there I just needed more,” I confessed. “I guess I should thank whoever it was that raped this fine ass,” he laughed. “You already are -he’s my boyfriend now . . . and my pimp.” For some reason that really did it for him and he slam-fucked me so hard I saw stars. After only another minute or two like this he roared at the top of his lungs as his balls erupted and flooded me with his poison swimmers. We remained locked like this for a few minutes while he continued to empty his balls into me, our breathing ragged and choppy, sweat covering both of our bodies. Finally he eased his softening cock from my hole and I instantly spun around and took him into my mouth again to lick clean. His dick tasted so good covered in our blood and my ass juices along with his toxic sperm. Luckily he’s not sensitive after blowing his wad, so he allowed me to remain on my knees worshiping his cock for several minutes until it began to come to life again. When he was fully hard he stepped away, though, and pulled on his pants, but didn’t bother to actually close them up. It was just enough to cover himself up before he walked out the door. I had no clue what he was up to, but I could hear him talking to some of the rough bunch that had been hanging around outside before. And when he returned, he wasn’t alone. Along with Mr. Waters was a black guy who, had be not been strung-out or messed up in any number of ways, might be considered attractive. He gave off a sexy-tough-guy vibe, and the growing bulge in his pants certainly spoke of a good time. “This here’s Anton,” Mr. Waters told me, once again dropping his pants to the floor and stepping out of them. “Everyone outside promises that he’s the most toxic fucker among them,” he continued as he strolled around the room. “I’ve just a little over an hour left on the clock, so we’re going to spend that time wrecking that whore-hole of yours.” I watched as Anton removed his tee-shirt and then stepped out of his pants, his big black cock flopping around in front of him. Damn did that thing make my mouth water and my butt-hole quiver. “Non-stop, my little whore,” Mr. Waters continued, walking back to the bed and laying down. Holding his cock upright, he waggled it at me. “Come and climb on. Anton will be sliding in along with me and trashing that fuck-hole until my time is up.” I didn’t hesitate, and climbed onto the bed, between his legs, and then lowered myself all the way down onto his hard cock. I leaned forward, hovering over him, and then felt the bed shift as Anton climbed up behind me. Seconds later I felt the enormous bulb of his cock head pushing at my entrance next to Mr. Waters. Man, did it hurt. My hole was stretching like never before, but finally I felt my hole open up and his cock rushed inside me. I’m also sure that I felt tearing, but I couldn’t do anything about that now. Anton made it all the way into me, balls-deep, before retreating and then sliding back in. After these few careful strokes, he began to pump and pound me, while Mr. Waters rocked his hips up into me from below. It was a bit of a strange sensation enduring a fuck like that. One man was slowly rocking up into me from underneath while the other was basically jack-hammering me from behind. After a while Anton slowed down and I felt him easing his cock back, not out entirely but just enough to hold only the head in. “Bitch is bleeding,” he commented. “I know, I did it to him. Make sure my bug gets in him good,” Mr. Waters told him. “My dick’s bleeding, too, so he’s gettin’ it good.” Anton’s grip on my hips tightened at this. “And he still wants it?” he huffed. “Begged me for my first load,” Mr. Waters chuckled. “And I bet he’ll be begging both of us for more. Won’t you, slut?” “Please, give it to me, Sir. I need it,” I begged. “Knock me up with your AIDS.” Both men laughed at my pleading, but their fucking became more intense and determined. Another ten minutes and they both flooded me, but neither removed his cock. Instead they just went back to pumping me. And this is how the rest of Mr. Water’s time went. Both men fucked the hell out of my tortured hole and released two more loads each before they were done with me. When time was up, Mr. Waters quickly dressed and was almost out the door when he turned back to me. “At least my virus will live on in you after I’m gone. I’ll see about getting another few doses in you before I’m gone,” he said before disappearing out the door. “Sick fuck,” Anton commented, pulling his clothes on. Then he grinned at me. “I can’t afford to pay you, but if you ever want this dick again, I’m usually in the area,” he told me before taking off. I got dressed but didn’t bother to try and clean myself up. These days I wore the signs of my profession like badges of honor. Every streak of cum was pride. Every knowing look from other sluts was pride. The telltale wet spot at the ass of my pants was serious pride. And not just for me. I knew that it would turn Drake the fuck on! He was waiting in the car outside, looking very concerned. Clearly he had seen both men leave and was beginning to worry what they’d done to me. “You okay?” he asked urgently, before pulling away and heading home. “What the fuck was that all about?” “I’m fine. Mr. Waters thought it would be fun to add another toxic dick to my hole along with his,” I sighed. “How long did they double-dick you?” “Over an hour.” I could see the muscles in his jaw flexing as he tried to control his temper. “They could have done some serious damage. Are you sure you’re okay?” “Well, the damage is done. He used his toothbrush on my ass, and his dick was bleeding, too. So there’s no escaping his AIDS now,” I told him, so matter-of-fact you’d think we were discussing tonight's dinner menu or something. I could see his temper ease. I knew talking about our diseases would shift his attention, and he removed one of his hands from the wheel and shoved it behind me, easing his hand down into my pants where he began to finger my gaping sloppy hole. When he pulled his fingers out, they were drenched in cum and pink -at least I knew that I wasn’t hemorrhaging. His fingers were mostly covered in cum, lots of cum. Drake grinned and returned his gaze to the road while I leaned over and sucked his fingers clean. He didn’t have to say anything or even thrust them in my direction. I just knew that it was what he wanted me to do. ** Having just finished this part, I may do one or two more posts because I've got a couple of ideas involving Anton, too.**

PART EIGHT I spent the next couple of weeks taking cocks and loads from a couple of guys per day, so I was fast on my way to being a full-time whore. And I was also enjoying every minute of it. Who knew that life could feel so fulfilling being used like this? Most people hear about the rough lives of prostitutes but, if done right, it can be a dream come true. It certainly was mine. At the beginning of my third week as a paid whore, Drake came into the bedroom with a little extra swagger in his step, fanning his face with a post-it and grinning a big shit-eating grin that was so damn sexy. I knew that he had something to tell me, but I had to have him right now. Despite my whoring, he hadn’t wavered in his need to use me, too. I was concerned that he might think I was too slutty or used up to want to touch me or have anything to do with me, but Drake is one of the rare men who gets more into you the sluttier you get. Rather than give him time to say anything about the client I know he was just about to mention, I lay on my back and raised my legs up, bending my knees and pulling them up by my chest, giving him a clear view of my hungry hole. His cock immediately sprang to life and he tossed the post-it over his shoulder and dove face first onto the bed, landing mere inches from my hole. Seconds later his tongue was wetting me, and still seconds after that I felt him shifting and lining his big cock up with my hole. Drake fucked me just as passionately as ever, slamming me hard and deep, despite any discomfort that I might be experiencing. Truth be told, I no longer registered discomfort with him. This is my place, and I just welcomed any side-effect of him fucking me. Besides, my hole had been busted open properly by him long ago, so no matter how he fucked me, I only wanted more. I begging him to rape my ass and infect me again. He’d been getting into the idea of ‘re-infection’ lately, and was trying to find more toxic guys to add their strains to my ass. And hopefully to pass on to him. I would never fuck him, and he never wanted me to. But we had some other plans to get new strains into his bloodstream. In the mean time, he railed into me, making the headboard crash against the wall again and again, while I moaned like a whore and he grunted like the fuckstud he is, until finally I felt his dick begin to swell in my tunnel, knowing he was just about to flood me again. And I felt it as I always did with him, firing off rounds of viral cum into my hungry hole. "Take it, take that fucking poz cum!" he howled. And as soon as his cum shot out of his dick head, it triggered my own balls to erupt and I shot cum all up my stomach, chest and neck. Normally Drake would allow himself to just collapse on top of me while our breathing returned to normal, but this time, with my own mess on me, he stayed hovering over me, looking deep into my eyes. After a long moment, he leaned forward and began to lap up all of my cum. With his hard cock still buried deep inside of me, slowly oozing the last of his seed into me, he bent down and placed his lips to mine. As soon as our tongues sought each others, all of the cum flooded into my mouth, and we were passing it back and forth until we finally, eventually, swallowed it all. Never, ever, is a drop of cum wasted in our house. Cum goes in my ass and stays there until my walls absorb it all (and sometimes there is a helluva lot of cum!!) or it goes in our stomachs, mine more often than his. But the more our intimacy grows, the more he seems open to accepting my offering, too. Finally, breathing returning to normal, cocks less hard, we lay on our backs staring up at the ceiling. Panting. Smiling. “I fucking love you,” I told him, turning my head to study his profile. Drake rolled onto his side to look me straight in the eyes, reached up and cupped the back of my head with his big hand and pulled me closer to kiss me once again, and then said, “And I fucking love you. I never knew I’d feel like this, but you do it to me.” “You do everything to me. I never would have been able to be free like this if it wasn’t for you,” I told him honestly. And it’s true -he’d freed the whore in me that I struggled to suppress for my entire life. “Now, what is the job that you looked so happy about?” I asked him. “Oh, yeah!” he exclaimed, jumping off of the bed and retrieving the little paper. “This is a good one, babe. Full-blown AIDS fucker. Just found out his meds quit on him a while back and didn’t realize that he was going full-blow or that his viral load was sky-rocketing. He’s been holding off fucking anyone because he’s scared of what will happen. But said he figured that if he was paying someone, and our ad says any load taken, so he offered a couple of thousand for a couple of hours.” Drake was sitting next to me on the bed as he told me all of this, and I couldn’t help but notice that we were both rock hard again as he explained all of this to me. Clearly the thought of being fucked by this sick man was a huge turn-on for the both of us, and I couldn’t fight my animal urges. I rolled over, shoving Drake onto is back and I straddled him, immediately lowering my cummy hole onto his hard meat. I sat down in one movement, balls-deep, threw my head back and sighed loudly. “Yessss,” I hissed. “You’re so fuckin’ hot, babe. I love how hungry that hot ass is.” As I rode his cock, rising up and slamming myself down hard to probe as deep inside of me as possible, Drake shoved his hips up to meet me, making sure to penetrate me as far as his meat could manage. We kept this up for about 10 minutes until I heard his breathing change and knew that he was about to flood my guts again, so I rode him even harder. "Do it," I begged. "Give me that fuckin' charged sperm. Knock me up, baby!" I was grunting and he was groaning, and we blasted off together, this time my load spray-painting his furry chest and stomach, while he did the same to my insides. Going for a repeat of earlier, I leaned down and licked up my load and put my mouth to his until we’d devoured it all. His cock was still nearly hard inside of me, so I just sat upright and enjoyed the feeling of fullness. It was better than any meditation I’ve ever tried, I can tell you that. Just as I was coming out of my sex-stupor, Drake placed the little post-it in my hand and grinned. I looked at it and my stomach instantly did flips. Something of a mixture of fear and excitement raced through me. The name on the paper was one I knew -my boss from the job that I quit to become a whore! As I stared at the paper, almost hypnotized by it, I realized that Drake was once again thrusting up into me. I looked down past the paper in my hand and saw that I was rock hard -again! “You’re such a fucking slut,” Drake chuckled as he rammed up into me. “Your slut,” I told him, tossing the paper over my shoulder and putting all of me into another fuck.

PART SEVEN By the time HE finished filling my aching and slack hole with three loads of his wonderful cum, we were a sweaty, stinky messy. We lay back for a moment to catch our breath, on our backs staring up at the ceiling. HE turned his head and smiled a big smile at me. “By the way, my name is Drake. You don’t have to call me ‘HE’ anymore,” he chuckled. I flushed, totally embarrassed at being caught texting about him. I knew he must have read my text history when he’d been fooling around with the phone earlier. “Relax, we didn’t exactly have a conventional meeting, did we? Not many muggers bother to properly introduce themselves,” he told me, to which we both laughed. Drake rolled over, right on top of me so he was looking down into my eyes, a significant portion of his weight right on me. “Nice to meet you, Christopher,” he said with a smile, and then lowered his head to kiss me. “Now come on, let’s go shower,” he added, bouncing off the bed and heading to the bathroom. We took a long and steamy shower. I sucked his cock and balls, just affectionately, not to actually get him off, and while I was on my knees he let his piss fly over my crotch. I was surprised he hadn’t let it go when he was in my mouth, so I guided his cock up and had him piss all over my face and then into my open mouth. The look of lust on his face was intense. When his flow ebbed he pulled me up and kissed my pissy mouth with a passion I never expected to feel from my mugger. After the shower we got dressed and actually moved him right in. All that he really wanted to take with him were his electronics, toys, some stuff from the kitchen, and his clothes. As we left the house with his final load of stuff, Drake saw a couple of his ‘acquaintances’ coming down the street towards us. “Rents paid till the end of the month. Furniture’s all yours if you want it,” he told them, not waiting for a response, and then we were gone. As we drove back to my place, our place, it occurred to me that I wasn’t the only one who gave up a little. He was leaving that place, and apparently whatever form of friends he had in his old neighborhood. Mind you, I left fairly lucrative career in the corporate sector and he left a dump of an apartment, but tomato-tomahto. We took a couple of days to get him settled and to adjust to being around each other constantly, and then by the end of the week Drake told me it was time to try things out. Beginning small, he posted on ad online with a shot of my ass as an escort for any and all loads. No load refused. I was a little surprised that we already received some responses within the hour. He deleted a couple who he called ‘lookie-losers’ and responded to one to start off. Drake was actually taking my comfort into consideration, so somehow I felt protected. He kept tinkering on my computer while I was in the bathroom getting myself prep’d for my first trick. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m even thinking that about myself. I’d say something about how far I’ve fallen, but my raging hard cock is telling me different things. Drake actually drove me to the guy’s hotel and waited for me down in the lobby. He was really going to take care of me. I actually felt my heart swell. He walked me to the elevator and kissed me, full on the mouth, in front of everyone else that was awaiting the lift, and then I watched his ass in his tight jeans as he retreated to the lobby. Minutes later I was knocking on the door, which was promptly answered by a man I really never would have expected. He looked like a Mormon or high school science teacher. Just so ordinary and average and a little bit pure. Whatever, I wasn’t there to judge. He let me in and I immediately want for his pants, opening and dropping them to the floor to reveal a nice looking six inch boner with an upward curve. I dropped to my knees and deep-throated him for a moment before coming up and just slurping and sucking him to get him going. After a few minutes of that treatment, which he just stood still with his arms hanging at his sides, he finally relaxed enough to reach down and smooth his hand along my back until it reached my pants. His fingers wiggled until they worked their way into my pants. I’d only worn a jock strap, so my ass was exposed to him now, and he began to probe at my hole. When he felt my hole winking to him, he changed his demeanor entirely. He stood straight up, pulled his cock from my mouth, and ordered me onto the bed on hands and knees. I quickly slipped out of my pants and presented him with my ass, which he immediately drove his steely length directly into without hesitation. I lost my breath for a moment, just from the surprise of the quick attack, and not from his size. His cock was the perfect size for this kind of anal assault, and within seconds I was loving my job. I let out a loud moan and shoved my ass back to show him that it felt great, and he put his hands on my hips and began to pound me. Knowing that I was there for this man’s pleasure, I made sure to put on a show for him. I was there to work his ego as well as his cock, so I moaned how good his cock felt in me, how I loved the way he pounded me, and how I couldn’t wait to get his baby batter in my hole. This really got him going, and he slam fucked me mercilessly, and I loved every second. We were both grunting, groaning, and sweating up a storm. It was awesome! After about ten minutes of this intense fucking he gritted his teeth. “Ugh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned. “You want it? You want it in you?” “Fuck yeah! Give it to me! Fucking fill my ass with your hot cum!” I begged. He roared and slammed balls-deep as his nuts exploded and flooded my hole with their cargo. I made sure to remain connected with him until he had emptied every drop of his seed, milking his cock with my ass muscles. After a couple of minutes he slowly eased out of me, stood back and let out a laugh. “That was amazing,” he told me. “I’ve honestly never done that before, but you made it feel better than I ever could have imagined.” He was panting to catch his breath as I rolled over to look at his smiling face. It was then I noticed the wedding ring, and figured that he was probably married with children. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, you fucked my ass like a pro,” I complimented. “Do you want to go again?” I asked, since we’d only been at it for about 30 minutes. Not like I was an on-the-clock ho, but I wanted to be sure to give my first client the best possible service for his money. “No, you got my entire nut. I haven’t blown a load in weeks, so I am good. I can’t thank you enough,” he told me, casually walking to the dresser and fiddling with his wallet with his back to me. He returned to the bed and handed me an envelope. “I threw in a little extra since you were so amazing.” “Thank-you, that is very generous,” I replied. “Any time you’re in town, I’m more than happy to come by.” “I travel a lot, and I do come here often, so you’ll be hearing from me again. Probably every couple of weeks, if that works for you.” “Absolutely,” I beamed, thrilled that I’d already made my first regular. I stood, pulled my clothes into place, and then he led me to the door. “Thanks again,” he whispered into my ear as I opened the door. “You’re most welcome,” I told him with a big smile. My first client was a sweet man with a nice cock, and he was generous to boot. I made my way back to the lobby, trying to hold his big load in my ass and not embarrass myself in front of the hotel staff and customers, but I could feel it sloshing around inside of me. It was a big load!

I think if you were really in the medical field, you'd understand that is a 99% reduction in your odds of contracting HIV. For a bottom, according to the CDC, your base odds of contracting HIV with a partner of unknown status are 1.43% per act. PrEP, at 99% effectiveness, reduces that to 0.0143%. That's a negligible risk. If PrEP protects at 96% -- you missed a dose or two -- that's still 0.0572% chance -- which is ridiculously low. In comparison to condoms, a study last year determined self-reported condoms use stops 7 out of every 10 infections. Documented PrEP use stops 8.5 out of every 10... and that was with the earlier, lower effectiveness levels averaged between users and non-users. It's hight than that now. PrEP is an amazing advance.