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005 - Brothers I was swimming. I was flying. I was floating. I was fucked. And I wanted - more than anything I’d ever wanted before - to be fucked. My hole was throbbing around the plug that suddenly felt like a spear being rammed right through me. My cock tingled, still limp and increasingly undesired. My whole body pulsed with sensation, only some of it real, and being caused by Raff and Jesse. The rest was from memories that danced in my mind like some sort of pornographic clipshow. The first time I’d sucked dick. The first time I’d buried my face between Jesse’s asscheeks. The first time Reese had fucked me. And all the events of this evening so far. They all suddenly felt so intense, and real, like I could step backwards through time using just my memory. “... Oby… Toby… Toby? Open your eyes, babe.” It was Jesse’s voice, and suddenly my eyes shot open. He was in front of me, holding my face in both hands, smiling. “There you are.” He kissed me, then looked behind me at Raff. “He’s back.” “Good boy.” I felt Raffs hand on my head, ruffling my hair like I was a child. I turned to see that he was currently fiddling with Jesse’s laptop, logging into some porn site I’d never seen before. “Wh… What happened?” I asked, suddenly very aware of myself. I was exactly where I had been, knelt down in front of the sofa, but it felt like I had been there for hours. Movement was difficult at first. “How long was I…?” “Just a few minutes.” Jesse answered. “You spaced out, big time.” “I introduced you to Tina.” Raff explained. “She’s fun, isn’t she? Don’t worry, you’ll be seeing more of her real soon. How are you feeling? Good?” I nodded. “You like how that plug feels?” I nodded again, more enthusiastically. “Good. Pick one.” He told me, pointing at the screen. On it, there were a bunch of different porn titles listed. ‘GHB Sex Pigs’, ‘3 hour sex party’, ‘Brutal Rape’, ‘Meth mansluts’, ‘Greedy fucktard’, ‘Toxic seed’. I didn’t know what a lot of the titles meant, but my blurry vision zoomed in on one title in particular. “‘Cheap Manwhore’?” The answer made Raff laugh. “Good choice. One of my favourites.” The video that started playing was another hotel group, though this one didn’t have a lucky twink taking it in every hole. Just a bunch of incredibly sexy, sweaty, sleazy looking men sucking, wanking, and fucking each other. Raff turned away from the TV to face us. “Right then, now that you’re all sorted out, I’ve got another job for you. Look at your boy.” I turned to see Jesse - he was sat on the sofa, with his ass hanging over the edge, currently playing with the double ender in his hole. I turned back to Raff, who walked closer to me, placing a hand on the side of my head. My face was so close to his crotch, I could smell his body. “You did a real good job of getting him all loosened up for me. Thanks to you, he might actually survive this. But there’s a problem. See, I didn’t bring any lube with me.” That there was a bottle of our lube right next to his foot was clearly not relevant here. “In two minutes, I’m going to be fucking Jesse harder than he’s ever been fucked before, and all the lube he’s going to get is currently in your mouth.” With that, Raff put his free hand on the rim of his sweatpants and pushed down. No underwear prevented the huge black monster of a cock from flopping out, so hard that it nearly hit me. My mouth watered at the sight of it. I heard a whimper from Jesse, behind me. “So let’s see how much you really care about him.” I was pretty good at sucking dick, but before I’d even got my mouth around the dripping head of Raff’s dick, I knew I was in trouble. Reese’s dick was the closest I’d been to this, and I’d guess that Raff was at least three inches bigger, not to mention a lot thicker. There was a metal ring wrapped tightly around the base, which only served to make it look bigger still, and caused the veins to bulge. His balls swung below, looking ready to burst. Raff let me clean the head of precum before he took hold of my head, gripping my hair tight, forcing me to remain still as he began pushing his dick into my mouth. Raff was in complete control of me. If he pushed in too far and I couldn’t take it, he’d back off a little, but not much, and not for long, before he began pushing back in. I’m not sure what would have happened if I tried to force him off, but fortunately, it never came up. I struggled to breathe, but just about managed it, and Raff clearly didn’t mind the unattractive snorts I was making as I worked out how to keep myself going. Breathing only through my nose meant I couldn’t escape the incredible musky scent of his body. That smell was almost as good a high as the ‘T’ pulsing in my ass. Reading my mind, I felt Jesse move behind me. He was kneeling down, and I felt his hands on me. One went to the buttplug, gripping it by the base, twisting at it, pushing and pulling it just enough to make it move within me. The other hand, to my great surprise, came round to my front and took hold of my cock, which was now rock hard again. I hadn’t even noticed it till he touched it, but now I realized that it had been like that for a few minutes, and my legs were splashed with precum where it had been bouncing around. Jesse kissed at my shoulders and neck, and it felt like my body was filling with lightning from all the different stimulations. I couldn’t decide which part of me felt the most intense, and the longer it went on, the more difficult it was to even distinguish between them. “Fuck! Look at you two.” I heard Raff talk above me. “Last time I had two twinks like this, they just fought each other, wanting me all to themselves. But you two ain’t like that, are you?” Raff’s grip weakened, and he let his dick slide out of my mouth. One hand stayed on my head, while the other moved to Jesse’s. He looked down at us, and we both stared up at him. Jesse continued playing with my dick and the plug. “Two fucked up brothers taking this trip together, right?” Raff pushed both our heads towards his dick, and we began playing with it, licking and sucking at it and each other. I let Jesse take the lead, since I’d already had plenty of alone time with it. “Fucking beautiful! I just wish I could fuck you both at the same time, too.” With that, we both knew it was time. We moved away from his dick, and Jesse let go of me. He got to his feet, then helped me to mine. I suddenly realized how bad I was shaking. I hadn’t stood up in a while and my legs felt weak. Jesse held me up. “You okay?” He asked. I nodded, and he kissed me, his hand wrapping around my dick again, pumping it a few times before letting go. I was already getting soft again. Raff was racking up another four lines, and laughed when he saw me playing with myself, trying to get it up again. “Don’t sweat it, kid. You’re not going to be needing it tonight anyway. That you need a real mans cock inside you in order to get it up just shows you that you’re exactly where you should be.” With that, Raff bent down, taking two lines at lightning speed. Just like last time, he passed the straw to Jesse, who did his, then passed it to me. Walking felt weird, but I knew for damn sure that if I had to sit by and watch Jesse get wrecked, I wanted to be flying as high as I could go for it. Turned out that I’d be watching it very closely. “One last job for you.” Raff said to me after I had my line and turned around. Jesse was kneeling on the sofa, ass pointed out towards us, while Raff was holding his phone out for me. I took it. It was unlocked and in camera mode. “I wanna be able to remember this no matter how fucked up we get tonight. You make sure you get everything, got it?” He made a gesture with his hand, pointing to his face. I told him I’d get every second, as long as he sent me the video as well. He laughed, and told me that he would. Jesse didn’t seem to have any issue with it either. Before Raff walked away, he wrapped his arm around me and grabbed my plug. “Once I’m done here, how about I load you up again and let you have another little chat with Tina?” I nodded like a crazed bobblehead toy. He smirked and pulled me in, forcing his tongue into my mouth. It was nothing in comparison to his cock, but even his tongue felt huge inside me. I responded as best as I could, but when Raff did something, it was very difficult to do anything other than take it. We broke apart, and Raff turned towards Jesse, without another word. I began recording. ~~~ “You ready for this, Jesse?” Raff asked, positioning himself behind Jesse’s ass. Jesse’s answer was a wordless moan and a thrust of his ass in the direction of Raff’s cock. Raff took him by the hips - his hands were so large that they practically dwarfed Jesse’s hips and ass. He rubbed the tip of his dick up against Jesse’s hole, coating it in his precum and my spit. “God fucking damn, you don’t know just how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” On the word ‘this’, Raff began pushing the tip of his dick into Jesse’s hole. “So I’m going to take my time.” I licked my lips as I watched that huge black cock pushing open Jesse. My ass tingled around the plug and I tried to imagine what it felt like. I made sure to get every inch of it recorded, too. Jesse was whimpering and moaning ‘Oh fuck! Oh fuck!’ in no time, but just like with me earlier, at no point did anything like the word ‘stop’ come out of his mouth. The entire bulging head of Raff’s cock was now inside Jesse, and my mouth watered as I remembered how it had tasted. “Holy fucking shit…” Raff said in a low, husky voice. “How can a kid as fucking slutty as you still feel this tight?” I focused the camera on Raff’s face. His eyes were closed and his mouth in a wide grin. He bucked his hips slightly, pulling the tip of his dick almost all the way out of Jesse, then pushing back in a couple of times, before he continued moving forwards. It was incredible, watching inch after inch of that monster sink into my housemates ass. Memories of my cock being in there earlier came flooding back, and I remembered how it felt sliding into him completely bare, before drone dick ruined it. Completely bare… I realized then that Raff wasn’t wearing protection. I very nearly said something, but then some dark part of my mind told me to shut up. Raff was a real man, I thought, and this was how real men fucked. This was how Jesse wanted to get fucked. It wasn’t my place to try and stop that, I just hoped that I would get the same thing, later. Another inch, and then another sunk into him. I was certain that even with all his toys, nothing had ever penetrated Jesse this deep before. He’d gone quiet now, no longer whimpering or swearing. I moved so that I could see his face, and get it on camera. His eyes were watering, tears streaming down his face, but when he noticed me, he smiled and stuck his tongue out at me. He had never looked so attractive to me as he did right there, and that was saying something. I’d need a supercomputer to calculate all the times I’d jacked off over thoughts of Jesse, and that was before the first time we’d played around. I never imagined anything like this, though. “Ah, fuck yes!” Raff hissed, and I focused the camera back where the action was. Raff was slowly fucking Jesse, and holy fuck; when had Jesse taken more than half of Raff’s cock? More than two thirds, in fact, were being pulled out and stabbed back in, and Jesse was taking it like it was nothing. I realized, perhaps a lot later than I should have, that Raff wasn’t going to stop till he was balls deep inside Jesse, and suddenly I understood what he’d meant when he talked about Jesse ‘surviving’ this. There’s no way I could take something like this. I couldn’t even take Reese to the hilt. I couldn’t tell if Raff was pulling Jesse back, or if Jesse was genuinely still able to push himself even further down onto Raff’s cock. Either way, with a few more flexes and grunts, Raff was there. The whole damn thing buried inside Jesse like it was nothing. Raff didn’t dare pull out till Jesse’s ass had adjusted to him, but he ground his hips against Jesse’s, moving himself within, and swearing at how good it felt. I saw that Jesse was biting down onto a sofa cushion, eyes squeezed shut. Raff’s movements got faster and faster, and he began pulling out more and more of his cock before shoving it back in to the base. Jesse’s entire body was like nothing more than a fleshlight for him right now. I noticed a slapping noise, and moved behind them both. Raff was pounding Jesse hard enough that his balls were starting to slap against Jesse’s ass. But there was a second noise, and it took me a moment to find it. Just like me earlier, Jesse’s cock had got rock hard from the treatment, and was bouncing wildly, slapping up against his abs. Suddenly, Jesse erupted in noise. Swearing and moaning and whimpering, but still, never a word of protest, as Raff started ramming withdrawing his cock entirely from Jesse, then impaling him fully again. After one last shove, Raff wrapped his arms around Jesse, yanking him up from his all fours position into a bear hug. Black arms, hulking with muscles, wrapped around Jesse’s skinny white frame, and Raff fucked deep into Jesse. As I could no longer see between their bodies, I moved back round to the front where I could see their faces. “Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck! Yes!” Raff yelled out, and their movement stopped for a moan. Jesse let out a long, howling moan, and I realized that his ass must be getting pumped full of Raff’s cum. The expression on his face was like nothing I’d ever seen before - an incredible mix of complete agony and pure bliss. Raff began moving again, still fucking Jesse, fucking his load deep into Jesse’s ass. I wanted so badly to know what it felt like. I needed it. While still fucking Jesse, Raff looked into the camera and started talking. “That’s one more fucked up twink converted by me…” He reached forwards with one hand, took the phone from me and flipped it round so that I was now being recorded. “But I still got one more here, waiting to be charged up. Who wants him?” I gulped.

I guess from that reaction there's still some interest, hehe. --------------------- Part 54 - Heading home Joe, Kyle, Eric and Mark spent New Years Day like so many others did - sleeping in and nursing the effects of a few too many drinks from the night before. Joe and Kyle got out of bed shortly after noon and left Raphi sleeping in their bed alone. One by one, each of the four guys would wander back and try to fuck the hangover out of Raphi. He was actually feeling fine after he sweated it out during the first fuck but was enjoying waking up to another cock driving into his torn up, throbbing hole. Finally at four PM, Joe went in and instead of fucking him, he shoved the buttplug in and then pulled Raphi to his feet, dragging him into the shower. Joe stroked Raphi’s cock and then got on his knees and began to suck it. His tongue flicked under the shaft and he took Raphi’s cock down to the root, gripping it tightly with his throat. Joe felt Raphi put his hands behind his head and hold him down while he milked the cock with his throat. He felt Raphi thrust his hips into his face a few times and then felt Raphi’s cock swell. Rope after rope of neg cum shot straight down Joe’s throat. Joe swallowed what he hoped was one of Raphi’s last neg loads and stood up, kissing Raphi deeply and letting Raphi taste the remnants of his load. They finished washing up and then dressed. Joe showed Raphi to the door and said “Let me know how it goes. You should be in the club in a couple weeks.” Raphi kissed Joe goodbye and walked down the hall. Joe closed the door and turned to see Kyle and Mark grinning. Mark and Eric made dinner knowing that tonight was the last night that Joe and Kyle would be there until after they had graduated. After dinner, Mark pulled Joe into his bedroom while Kyle and Eric were washing dishes. Joe looked a little confused until Mark pressed his lips to Joe’s and kissed him deeply. “You’re mine tonight” Mark whispered in his ear as he closed the door. T-shirts got tossed and shorts got dropped and soon they were on Mark’s bed naked. They rolled around and groped each other while kissing like long lost lovers. Mark maneuvered so that they were sixty-nining with Joe on his back and swallowing each other’s cocks. “Aww, it so cute” Mark said and added “You really need to stretch that PA another couple sizes” and then took Joe’s cock deep. Joe was massaging Mark’s cock with his throat each time he dove down to the base. The fantasies that he had growing up about having wild sex with his brother had mostly come true these past few months. There really was only one more that he wanted to experience but wasn’t sure it would ever happen. Mark was feasting on his cock and he could feel the precum start to flow. He had always been told that Incest was wrong, but having crazy sex with his brother just felt so right. Joe licked his finger and then resumed sucking Mark’s cock. Slowly he moved his hand and spread Mark’s butt apart and pushed his spit covered digit into Mark’s hole. Joe was waiting for a response from Mark and all he got was a moan around his shaft. After he got past the first knuckle, he pulled back and then pushed in deeper. He was expecting to get resistance from his big brother, but instead seemed to get encouragement as Mark squeezed and relaxed his pucker around Joe’s finger. Mark stood up while Joe was finger fucking his hole and “Fuck yeah, you want my ass, don’t you?” With his mouth full of cock, Joe responded by jabbing his finger all the way in. Mark dove back down, covering Joe’s cock with spit and throat slime while tugging on his balls. Years of wrestling taught Joe many moves but his favorite was taking a sex partner and flipping them over before they knew what happened. Mark suddenly found himself on his back and Joe quickly moved between his legs. His slick cock was pointed straight at Mark’s hole and he looked down at his older brother with an evil grin. Mark looked back up at Joe with his own smile and just nodded. The last of his bro-sex fantasies was about to come true and each version played out in his mind. None were as hot as the reality right now. Joe slid his cock into his brother’s cunt with a single, long stroke. His balls were resting on Mark’s ass and his cock was throbbing, coating his guts with poz precum. “Fuck me Joey. Fuck and breed me. I’ve waited months for you to fuck me. Every time I saw you fuck a guy I wished it was me” Mark said. Joe pulled half-way back and slammed back in. “Do it Joey, pound my ass and recharge me.” Joe pulled almost all the way out and shoved his cock in, bouncing off of Mark’s butt. Mark kept encouraging Joe and enjoyed watching his muscles flex as he pummeled Mark’s hole. Joe kept thrusting deep into his brother’s ass - starting at rough and getting rougher with each passing minute. He didn’t know why, but it felt so good. Mark worked his ass muscles around Joe’s toxic shaft and kept up the verbal encouragement. It wasn’t begging like he heard from many chasers, but just reassured him that his brother wanted it as bad as he did. Joe was pounding Mark into the bed and grunting each time he drove in. Both of them were covered in a sheen of sweat. Joe leaned forward and placed his palms on Mark’s chest and fucked even harder. The slap of skin and the grunts from both brothers could be heard even on the other side of the door. Joe wanted to keep fucking for hours, but his balls had other ideas. They pulled up tight against his body and his cock swelled. He could feel the cum rising and he tried to hold back but it was only a matter of minutes until his cock exploded. His eyes connected with Mark’s and each shot seemed to be in slow motion. He could feel the load pump in, filling Mark’s cunt with diseased sperm. A shot would fire and he would grunt followed by Mark yelling “Yeah!” Joe had no idea how many volleys of cum he actually shot inside Mark, but he didn’t care. It was one of those rare times where the act actually surpassed his expectation. He collapsed on top of Mark and kissed him deeply. Joe pulled out and then spooned behind his brother, pushing his half hard cock back into the ravaged hole. “Fuck, dude. You’re an animal” Mark said before they drifted off to sleep. Joe fucked Mark twice more that night, each time getting less brutal and more sensuous. In the morning, Mark was awakened by Joe fucking his ass again. He rolled over on his stomach and Joe rolled with him, pinning him to the bed and thrusting in until he pumped another charged load into Mark’s toxic hole. Joe and Mark jumped into the shower and washed each other clean. “Thanks for coming out here, Joe. I know after Thanksgiving, you weren’t looking forward to another holiday. But now we have a new tradition to keep going for years” Mark said as they toweled off. “Thank you, Mark. I don’t know how I could have made it through without you” Joe replied. Joe looked around and only saw his t-shirt and shorts from the night before and walked out of the bedroom naked to get his clothes. “Its about fucking time. You two sex fiends kept the whole building up all night” Kyle said with a grin. “Uh… Sorry” Joe said, looking embarrassed. “No worries, Eric kept me, uh… occupied” Kyle said as Eric rubbed his ass. Joe got dressed and they ate breakfast before heading to the airport. Joe and Kyle slept most of the flight back and met Aaron and Nick for the drive back to their apartment. The drive was quiet and when they were almost half way home Aaron said “You guys look like you need a vacation from your vacation. Did you fuck every guy in the state?” Joe chuckled and said “We tried, but didn’t quite tap them all.

My first time being fucked was bareback and have never stopped since. Have been fucked with a covered cock but only about 6 times total. First poz bareback was undet and same guy did me about 11 or 12 times. First time hvl poz just a short time ago, like a year. Very hot young man with avg cock but youthful extreme hardness and felt marvelous. Now all I really want is bareback poz hvl cock in me.

Mr.Jackson says we will be drug-free until this boy is converted as he has big plans for him. My brother and I will not be in chastity during that time as Mr.Jackson wants our dicks hard and ready to drop 3-4 loads from us in his hole. Wile, we spend 6 hours in the Meth Lab making Tina Mr.Jackson spend time working with this boy, so when we get out of from work we have a nice sloppy hole to fuck. As the days go by the boy is becoming a real slut who is now begging for Tina as his hole is getting closer to becoming a boy cunt. My brother and I both enjoy being out of chastity as we get to fuck this boy as much as we can. He spends about 18 hours a day being fuck and the other 6 he is so ramp up from the drugs he is not sleeping much so this is helping his body break down so his resistant to our POZ loads will help him convert so Mr.Jackson plan will happen.About 30 days after the boy arrived he not has a bad case of the fucking flu and you can the effects of constantly being on Tina has done to his body. He has lost 25LBS. lost some muscle mass with his bones now showing. Mr.Jackson is very happy and now want the boy to get back his health while his VL goes up. Mr.Jackson puts the 3 of us in chastity so we don't waste any of our Toxic loads on each other but he keeps us loaded up with his and to get our holes in shape for whatever his plans are. We now have a giant supply of fresh Tina that has to be delivered but it's to a new address that will be Mr.Jackson new wholesaler and he wants to give him the boy as a present. The boy is drugged up so he will be easy to handle and Mr.Jackson says to us that what Mr.Smith wants just do it and have fun if you can.It is a long drive and we have never been around this very large town so we stop many times to get directions we get to this big warehouse we honk the horn like we were told. The door opens up we pull in and at first, we thought it was the police as everyone has guns but its Mr.Smith security. We get out of the truck and are escorted to a van and told to get in as we are not handcuffed and blindfolded. The ride does not take long as when the 3 of us get out we are in basement taken to an elevator when the door opens up we see a place that is fit for a kind. Mr.Smith is dress in full leather and on either side of him are 2 boys with just a jock strap leather collar with a chain hanging from is.The handcuffs are taken off and Mr.Smith says boys get comfortable as you will be here a while. His 2 boys have their eyeballs on me and my brother and are rapping us, the other boy is taken away and put in another room and in a few minutes we hear him screaming with no reaction from Mr.Smith but his boys are smiling like they know what is going on. Mr.Smith says you boys want to party with us that is like asking someone if they want the winning numbers for the lottery, we see the bags of Blue Tea and Mr.Smith says I guess you boys made this and winks at us as I see the flash of blood in the syringe and then the rush of it and yes we made this Tina. His 2 boys come to me and my brother and start to kiss us as they remove our clothes as I grab there dick they are very well hung with a P.A. and other piercing on the shaft of their dick. Soon I'm sucking that beautiful dick as I see Mr.Smith face buried in my brother ass and In the background, I can hear the boy screaming and in some ways that is music to my ears. Let me know how its going and I will post more, as I will be away this weekend for the NYC Black Party.

Had a surprise last night. My family goes down to the Charleston, SC area every couple years to vacation, and several years ago I had met a cute bearish couple around my age for a casual "meet over dinner". The one was interested in playing (let's call him X), but I don't think his partner was into it at the time. So, we've kept in touch through FB and the apps over the years, and they have moved into an open relationship. All this time, X has kept saying that he wants to get piggy with me and take my load. But, each time we've been back to vacation, I haven't been able to get in to Charleston by myself to meet up with him. So last night, I get home from campus around dinnertime and hop on Scruff and see a profile pic I recognize...it's X and hes 4 miles away! I message him, he doesn't recognize my profile right away but once he realizes who I am, he says "I'm out to dinner with coworkers, come breed me tonight at my hotel". Turns out my university is a client of his, so he might even be back again sometime. Needless to say it was a great time...after all the build up we've had over the years, anything less than spectacular would've been awful. His bear ass felt perfect, he loved my cock in there, and when we weren't fucking we were either making out or cuddling and chatting the entire time (couple hours total). Amazing night...so glad I caught him on Scruff! If/when he comes back, I'll try to find some other tops to tag team him with...we looked a little on the apps during a break in the action but, like usual, when you want to find more for a group it's impossible.

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

A couple of months back, I had recently turned 26 and I was looking to be a little more socially responsible. I wanted to be able to help those in need by sharing my talents and strengths. Being gay myself, I thought that volunteering at the local AIDS Hospice would be a good way for me to do that. I called and spoke with Brian, the director, and he suggested that I come in and tour the place to see if I thought that I would fit in. On the day of my interview I showed up full of anticipation. Brian had me fill out an application and then gave me a tour of the place. There were a dozen men currently living there, all in different stages of being affected by the virus. Some guys looked completely healthy and others were more visibly ill. When the tour concluded, Brian suggested that I spend some time with one of the residents. He walked me down the hall and knocked on the bedroom door at the end. When it opened, Brian said, “Hiya, Francis! I’ve given Alex here the grand tour. I think he likes the place. Could you, maybe, give him the lowdown on living here? You know…an insider’s viewpoint.” I should tell you about Francis. He was my height and very thin. He obviously had lost a lot of weight. His sweatpants hung from his bony hips. What appeared to be a pretty sizable cock bobbed enticingly against the grey fleece material. His tank top loosely covered his torso. His face was still quite handsome…gaunt but cheerful. Francis always had a smile…at least for me. Francis invited me into his room. There were no chairs so he had me sit on his bed and he sat down next to me. “So,” he said, “do you like the place? You thinking of working here?” I told him that I was impressed with the setup. “Brian said I could start out working the overnight awake shift. I’d be alone but, he told me not to be concerned because nothing much ever happens during those hours. I’m sure I could handle the work. You know…I’ve always wanted to be in a job where I could be of service!” Francis told me about his fellow house mates. He made a point of reminding me that these weren’t just patients. They were flesh and blood men with wants and needs of their own. I responded that, if I worked there, I’d do anything I could to improve their day to day lives. Of course, I ended up taking the job. I started the following week and, on my first night, after everyone else was settled in for the night, I rapped on Francis’ door and poked my head in. “Hey!” he called out. “Come on in!” He was just wearing an old frayed bathrobe that dangled from his skinny frame. He got up and joined me in sitting on the edge of his bed. I told him that I was just checking to make sure he was set for the night. “Thanks!” he said. “That’s real thoughtful of you, Alex! I like you! In fact…I like you A LOT!” With that, he leaned over and brushed his lips against mine. Without much thought, I kissed him back. His hand caressed my knee. “Remember?” he said. “Remember when you told me that you wanted to be of service to the residents here?” “Sure!” I said. He continued. “When we found out you were coming to work here, we all talked it over. Now…I could tell you what we need most…but here, let me show you.” That said, he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me back onto the bed. He followed me down so he that was laying on top of me. His sunken chest pressed against me. His lips locked on to mine. At the same time his hand slid over my crotch and began a gentle squeezing. “We may be sick…but we’re MEN, you know. Men with NEEDS. And right now, Alex, I need YOU!” I wasn’t sure how far Francis was going to go with this but I didn’t mind making out with him. Like I said…he was a good-looking guy and his urgency was contagious. How could I say no? He opened the drawer on his bedside table and took out a small bottle. “Here, Baby…take a hit of my poppers here!” They must have been fresh and, whatever they were, they were awfully strong. My mind spun off into the void. I was utterly relaxed and felt an indescribable bliss. I was remotely aware that my pants and briefs were getting tugged down off me. When I began to re-focus, I realized that his hand was tugging and stroking my dick which, naturally, began to swell and harden. “Take some more!” his voice said and off I went again. When my vision cleared, there stood Francis, between my legs, raising my legs up to his shoulders. His bathrobe had parted, revealing a stiff cock that was already dripping toxic goo. He leaned close. “And AGAIN!” the voice commanded. He held the bottle in place so that I had to take 4 or 5 breaths of the heady vapors. That really sent me to the moon. Fucking heavenly! As I returned to earth, I became aware of a rocking motion. The cause was soon apparent. Francis had entered me and was thrusting forcefully against my upturned ass. I could feel his cock sawing back and forth. His speed increased and his breathing grew ragged “FUCK! HERE I COME!” he shouted as he pushed into me one last time and held himself in place, his cock spasming repeatedly. Although he had emptied his balls deep inside me, he didn’t withdraw, opting to stay on top of me, his dick plugging my hole. “Come on, Baby! Let’s give my seed time to latch on…start to grow in you. I kinda wanna be the one that knocks you up!” As we lay there, he explained that all the men in the hospice had decided that what they needed most was for someone like me to be their willing partner whenever they wanted to breed. Most of them felt shunned by society and hadn’t been able to fuck a bottom like me in a long, long time. They wanted to be able to use me during the night hours as they would a lover. They wanted someone that wouldn’t say no to receiving their dirty seed! Francis asked, “Are you willing to do this for us?” Again, how could I say no? That was several months ago. Since then, some residents have died and new ones have replaced them, but night after night I’m there to service them…my 12 Poz Lovers.

This guy has been hitting me up on A4A for a few weeks. He has no pic, so I have not been too eager to meet up. However, since I have not been able to find a willing poz breeder to wreck my neg hole for the first time, I came up with a scheme. I told the guy I'd let him fuck me with a couple conditions: 1) he'd have to 'force' breed me and 2) he must pretend to be poz. He eventually agreed. This was the perfect solution:getting off on poz loads without the real risk of pozzing. Something even an ethical top would do. So,we met up last night. He arrived,and was 6'2, 200#, muscular; to my 5'8", 130# scrawniness. He immediately pulled his cock out and played his part well, telling me to suck his fat poz cock. He fucked me doggie on the floor, force feeding me poppers. Growling he was going to fill my little cunt up with poz seed. I was flying. As he picked up the pace and the talk, I could tellhe was going to blow soon. Then he stopped. He said,"You're wanting to play a twisted game that I just can't go through with." I was like, shit. He pulled out and said he wouldn't pretend to be poz. So, I reluctantly said "OK... let's just finish fucking then." He re-entered me and quickly picked up the pace. I felt him swelling inside me. He pushed me down to the ground with all his weight and started punding hard. He held my head down to the floor. Then, he leaned forward and growled in my ear."I'm not playing games, you twisted faggot. I'm gonna breed you though." I was like, yeah... As he started to cum, he whispered again. "And I am really poz, fucker. Here's your toxic load." Before I could even react he was shooting in me balls deep. Before I knew it, I nutted all over the floor. True story.

This is really excellent for a first story. It’s well-written and well-paced. It reads as very believable. Rob is the perfect mixture of cocky and confident that screams to be taken down a peg or two. Or three. Can’t wait to read what’s coming next.

PART 8 I caught my breath and leaned up to a sitting position, as he climbed off me. The panic was setting in, but it wasn’t quite as bad. I had known. And I had done it anyways. I think it was guilt more than panic maybe. This guy had HIV! And now twice somehow I had given in and risked my life for his cock. That realization hit me like a freight train. Rising slowly on somewhat shaky legs, I quietly dressed, although even then I couldn’t help but staring at Tom. I had to admit, he was like my perfect idea of a man. Just looking at him flustered me. And factor into the equation his huge cock. His truly magnificent cut cock that got so hard and leaked so much precum. With all that precum, I knew he must shoot a lot of cum. That thought had both frightened me and made me cum many times in the last week. God, he was just so hot. Looking at him, no wonder I felt so powerless to stop doing what we had done now twice. And he liked me. He had even said I had the best hole ever. I wanted to be his best hole, this sexy older guy who was all but old enough to be my Dad. Tom hadn’t spoken and stood there with a bemused smile, as I stared at him. Finally he broke the silence, commenting "I'm flattered you can’t stop staring at me, Chris. I like it a lot. Just as I like you a lot.” My reply "I really like you too," was spontaneous. I was going deeper into my guilt and shame mode and trying to leave, but his naked body kept pulling me back into lust territory. The back and forth was hard to take, to be honest. Feeling guilty for wanting something you like so much. Because I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. “Tomorrow is Saturday. I think my sexy boy should go get a good night's sleep and come back tomorrow morning. Tonight I just had to have you right away, but tomorrow we could take our time. I have things to show you still, Chris. Things that will make you feel so good. Come over at around 11:00 A.M., okay?” I don’t know if he saw it right away or my silence was his tip or the look on my face, but I was so torn. The idea of saying yes seemed crazy. The idea of saying no left me wondering if I even could. He came closer and began to whisper, “I can see my sexy boy is worried. I hate to see you worry about doing what you were meant to do. Just doing what feels right for YOU. When I am inside you and it’s just my skin against yours, it feels so special. And when I cum....” He didn’t finish, he didn’t have to. We both knew what his cum meant, what me taking it represented. The bond of taking him like that, it was powerful. I was so wrapped up in a million swirling thoughts that when my lips moved, it took me a second to catch up. “I’ll... I’ll be here in the morning,” I said quietly. He smiled and walked me out of our playroom as he called it, and down the stairs to the door. Just before I grabbed the knob of the front door, he spun me around and kissed me deeply. “My sexy little boy. My super sexy little bottom boy. I’m going to show you so many things. I want to be your teacher so badly.” Oh my god. I was hard again. The kiss, his words, the passion he felt towards having sex with me. I wanted to be his student. I knew it was wrong, that I should be running. But what we had done already was the best feeling I had ever had, and left me feeling both the sexiest the most hungry for cock I had ever felt. He inspired such a need. And there he was, so good at making me just want him. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” I blurted. His smile grew. “Get some sleep. I want you ready to go tomorrow. I can’t wait to taste that’s boy hole again,” he whispered as I walked out the door. “Thanks,” I said. He looked at me and cocked his head, “For what, sexy?” he asked. “For... for fucking me like that again. It feels so good without a condom. I just never knew it could feel so good.” “Oh Chris, we haven’t even begun. And I love you love it so much. And you are definitely getting more in just a few hours aren’t you?” he said in a low voice. Again, the most enthusiastic nodding of my life. What the hell was i doing, I thought as I walked back to my apartment. I knew I could sneak in without having to talk to my mom, which was good since I had had rock hard boner since my little door talk with Tom. And besides, a million thoughts were swirling in my brain, most of them were of guilt. And some were of the variety 'What the hell are you doing?'. The word HIV floated around and around. I was scared and guilty and confused. And horny. As I stripped off and got in my bed, I had no desire to wash away the sex. My finger went to my hole and rubbed and fingered my cummy, used hole. As I stroked myself, the only thought that mattered was the idea of Tom's cock pulsing and throbbing as it shot rope after rope of sperm into my guts. As my mind envisioned Tom blowing his load in my ass I shot a load all over myself. I drifted off to sleep a cummy, confused mess, but knowing also that I wasn’t chickening out. I was going back in the morning.

Part 11, I heard my daddy say to Mr. Terry, ‘Maybe should we bring him back out now from Dr. Brad’s spell?’ Mr. Terry replied, ‘fuck if you should, you have guys up there waiting for the word to come down, fuck you have me waiting.... and I need to hit that and tear it open wide as fuck’. I laid there in a heavenly bliss wondering but not really understanding what they were referring too. I was still flying on the magical brown bottle but more important to me, I wondered why my daddy stopped. It felt great with daddy laying on me and I it was hard to tell through my hood, but I felt him give me what I think were gentle kisses on my forehead and cheek and occasionally darting his big wet tongue deep down my throat. I felt his hand unsnap the leather cover over my eyes and when he pulled the leather piece back and over to the side, his eyes were staring right into me. The room was aglow with the candles flickering. I decided to ask ‘why did you stop daddy? That hurt a little but that felt amazing.’ He got a huge smile on face and brought his tender hand up to cup my cheek really gently through the hood and said, ‘you don’t know?’ I shook my head and looked deeply into his eyes seeking an answer. His smile got even wider and he said, ‘I am now even more part of you pup, my semen is sticking to the inside walls of your boy pussy. Soaking into the lining of your flesh and becoming part of you all over again. That seed that made you is now also reinvading your womb. You are mine now.’ I was puzzled by the response, was it the poppers or why is this not making sense to me? He bluntly said, ‘Lukas, I fucked my load deep into your guts. I shot my cum into you. I knocked you up. I breed you with my fucking sperm.’ With each comment he smiled brighter and gave me a kiss and rubbed his hand hood, trying to tossle my hair like he so often does. Understanding it a little better, I said, ‘Well what about a condom’? ‘Oh fuck no, there was no condom’ Mr. Terry replied. As I looked over at him, my daddy pulled my head back to look at him as he said, ‘there will be no condoms with you my sweet Lukas. Boys, well you in particular are meant to take sperm, raw, unfiltered, undiluted semen straight from a man bull nuts directly into your smooth perfect little snatch.’ ‘Oh daddy, they have these new things now that I learned about in health class called sexual transportation diseases or something like that and men are to use these rubbery things called condom and women are to use a pill. Then you won’t get pregnant or get kooties’. As he continued to lay on me, the poppers were wearing off and I could feel his fur on my smooth chest, his fur tickling my sore titties was making my cock leak like a faucet onto his furry belly and mine. I could feel the warmth of the puddle squishing between the two of us as he moved. He was still looking at me and had his finger gently tracing repeatedly down my nose and over my lips as said ‘Well Yes, I did hear about that on the news myself, but my sweet boy, do you remember me telling you about how warm and wet women’s pussies are and that they harbor diseases in their moist cunts?’ I felt my cock jump at that mental image and I nodded. He said, ‘well son, you have what we call a boy cunt and it was virgin until 30 minutes ago and their are no eggs in their getting fertilized so a condom isn’t needed now is it? I am trusting you are a virgin and don’t have any of those sexual diseases to give daddy right?’ ‘Oh gosh no daddy. I am not allowed to have sex with those women. My dad said, women and their pussies are the work of the devil and sent here to corrupt us.’ ’See you understand it, that medicine just made you confused probably, it can do that to boys sometimes. But I am glad we had this talk, but I know you trust me right?’ I nodded in agreement and a smile. ‘and I trust you realize that I am probably better at making the decisions for you, right?’ I nodded again. ‘And you said that although that hurt a little, it felt good too?’ I nodded. ‘Well then let’s get you some more medicine into you and maybe you could show Mr. Terry how your boy pussy can open up for his big Canadian cock?’ I nodded and saw Mr. Terry reach into the cooler bag and hand daddy a brand new magical brown bottle. Daddy stood up and started to undo the wrapper as he and Mr. Terry were starting to change places. Mr. Terry said to my daddy, ‘your phone has been vibrating like crazy over there on the table. Why don’t you go tend to that.....I got this over here just fine. Daddy put the freezing cold bottle on my chest between my nipples and said, ‘yeah I better send an update’. Mr. Terry picked up the bottle, opened it, and said.... ‘you ready pup for your medicine? Mr. Terry needs you to be a good boy for him and do exactly as told, ok?’ Looking at the pelt of dark fur on his broad massive chest I nodded and I reached up without thinking and ran my fingers through the carpet of fur, watching my fingers disappear as I raked my hand through the fur around his leather harness. I slipped both of my pinkies into the piercings in his nipples and knew to tug on them like he had mine. I was so preoccupied with his fur, I barely noticed as he pushed my left nostril shut and held the brown bottle to my right hostile, my nose knew what to do and I took a slow steady long inhale as my own chest expanded while I lay there on my furry blanket nestled into the sling. Over to my right I saw my daddy standing there, naked with his Dick still mostly hard. I smiled, felt a warm chill through me as the fur ticked my back and I closed my eyes and focused on taking my medicine from Mr. Terry. ‘

Part 2; I knelt in between his legs, spreading them, and jabbed in his toothbrush. Brushing vigorously as I would my own teeth. I could tell it was really hurting him as he yelped and winced, but he seemed a real natural at pushing through the pain barrier. I took out the brush, and it was covered in blood. This nasty pigs depravity needed a lesson, and with that thought I stuck my Dick in. Fuck, I LOVE that wet and warm feeling of flesh to flesh! I fucked him doggy for several minutes, withdrawing for a rest. My Dick was covered in his cunt blood. 'Lick that up'. 'Yes Sir. Sorry for being such a messy piggy' He licked his blood from my Dick as he looked up at me with his subservient 'I am worthless, do what you want with me' expression. 'Get on your back'. He was clearly naturally submissive as he was immediately on his back, and holding his legs in the air by his feet. I put the tip of my toxic Dick at the entrance to his cunt, and leaned over his torso with mine, our faces meeting, my Dick sliding in as far it would go. I commenced fucking him, slowly, yet deep, our eyes locked together as we bred. 'You absolutely sure you want infecting?' 'Yes Sir. I stand by everything I have already said. It is what I need, what I deserve. I decided this a few years ago. And now I am completely ready to be violated'. 'You twisted sick fuck' ...I spat in his face! This caused him to open his mouth wide, keeping it open, and hyperventilate with lust. I repeatedly spat in his gob. All of this suddenly made my Dick pulsate. He felt this and began milking my Dick. I felt myself getting close... 'Right, you fucking asked for it you nasty whore' 'YES Sir, fucking breed my neg cunt with your Poz cum'. That was it, his last chance gone, and with a few strokes I started spewing my poison inside his nasty cunt, holding still as my Dick unleashed toxic cum with each orgasmic twitch of my shaft, continuing to spit in his mouth. I slowly grinded my shaft for a few more minutes, probably pushing what he was after even deeper. 'Thank you Sir, very very much'. I pulled out, upon where he handed me his toothbrush... 'Brush hard inside my nasty cunt again please, Sir' The Nasty pig!

I could feel his strong grip holding my waist pulling me back on the growing bulge in his jeans he was grinding into me telling me i was gonna fuckin pay for my tow with my fuckin pussy! His weight pushed me flat on the bed as he reached up and shoved his fingers in my mouth getting em wet as he wrapped his other arm tight around my neck.... he took his wet fingers from my mouth and quickly shoved all 3 under my skirt and into my smooth tight hole. Squeezing my neck tighter with his arm he made me look in his eyes in the mirror as he rough fucked my pussy with his thick fingers opening me up.... he pulled em out of me and i heard the zipper on his jeans for the 2nd time tonight and felt his rock hard cock between my thighs.... his fingers went back inside me, still looking in my eyes, his breath on my neck, he said your gonna spread ur whore legs and not say another fuckin word to me till im done with you bitch! Im gonna show u exactly why my wife left me! Before i knew what he was doing he grabbed my wrist and put me on my back pulling my head off the end of the bed where he stood, slapped my lips with his rock hard cock tellin me to open my fuckin mouth and he went balls deep in my throat.... as he slammed my throat he told me 3 weeks ago he came home after a few drinks with his buddies and needed to pound some pussy and his bitch wife told him she was tired and to go away.... he told her either she can get up and be the whore he slams or he is gonna walk out the fuckin door N drag the 1st whore he finds whos out workin down an alley and pay to rape the bitch full of cum.... he said she told him to fuck off so he walked out, found a whore N sent his wife a video of him pounding this slut in an alley behind a dumpster!! He turned the video on for me to hear and said he was gonna see who screams louder as he shoved me face down again... his knees pushed my legs apart and he pushed my leather skirt up, he told me not to fuckin move as he got up.... i could hear him kickin his boots off N his jeans drop as he climbed back behind me N shoved his fingers in me again quickly shoving 2 tina rocks inside me then slamming em deep in my pussy with his raw uncut dick as i felt em start to burn! He held me by the neck N told me to fuckin look at him when he is inside me.... i watched in the mirror as he started slamming into me over N over just like he was doing to the whore in the alley still playing on his phone. He looked in my eyes in the mirror while he held me down N used me for almost an hour like that before he put me on my back, he leaned down to my face and i thought this fuckin alpha bull was gonna kiss me but he just looked at me, spit in my face and told me to spread my fuckin legs like a whore and he will flood my pussy like one!! I was totally fucked up from the tina and kept rubbing his tatted chest and arms while he brutally slammed me until he held my wrists down telling me to quit fuckin touching him! He spit in my face again and told me what a fuckin stupid faggot i was, that there was nothing wrong with my car but as soon as he saw the cumslut outfit i had on he knew he was gonna get me fucked up and have a whore he could rape all fuckin night!! He kept slapping me and sayin to Beg for my fuckin cum u nasty bitch.... bout to flood ur pussy u fuckin cumdump slut!! He was so fuckin deep inside me blowing his seed in me and slowly fuckin my cum filled pussy when we heard his buddy pull up in another truck and he told me to fuckin turn over bitch, he threw a blanket over my head N told me not to fuckin move, he said ur gonna lay there with ur cum filled pussy dripping my seed and im gonna watch my buddy climb in ur bed and fuckin rape u whore!! He is gonna hate fuck u full of cum bitch and ur never gonna see whos load ur takin!!

3. The Deal More lines were made, and another pair of bombs swallowed. Jesse must have had more than one baggie of the drone, since the pile didn’t seem to be getting any smaller on the mirror. Jesse snorted his line, then handed me the straw, stepping out of my way. When I bent down to the mirror, I heard movement behind me, then felt Jesse’s tongue on my hole. It made me completely forget what I was doing. I moaned, and pushed my ass against his face, feeling his tongue slip into me. My knees nearly buckled, it felt that good. I barely had the coordination to snort my line, before I closed my eyes and let Jesse work. One hand took me by the hip to hold me in place while the other wrapped around my dick and balls, squeezing and pulling at them. The latest dose of drone hit me like sunlight, washing over my body and making my skin tingle. Everything felt unbelievable. It was so weird that I couldn’t get hard, because everything about the way I felt was telling me I should be harder than I’ve ever been. But I was too fucked up to worry about it, so I just pressed my ass harder into Jesse’s face, hating it when his tongue withdrew and loving it when he pushed back in. I felt dizzy, my mind was in a daze, and images of every time I’d ever been fucked floated in and out of my head - most of them were Reese. Suddenly, I was on the floor, and my side hurt. Jesse was howling with laughter. “Are you okay?!” He managed to force out as he gasped for breath. I rubbed my side and realized that I’d fallen over. I was so lost in the sensation that I’d simply forgotten to make my legs stay standing. Jesse was still laughing, so I kicked him in the leg. “Aww.” He cooed, still laughing, and crawled towards me. “My poor fucked up little baby.” He kissed me all over the sore bit that I’d landed on, then up my stomach and chest to my mouth. We kissed for a few minutes. “Maybe we should move to the sofa where it’s safer?” He winked. We got off the floor and sat down, though not before having another little line each. Jesse immediately took me by the ankles, forcing me down onto my back with my legs in the air, and shoving his tongue back into my hole. Moaning, I melted into the sofa and took hold of my legs. Jesse let go and put his hands on my ass, pushing my cheeks further apart so he could bury his tongue as deep as it could reach. I felt insatiable; his tongue wasn’t big, thick, or hard enough to satisfy what I wanted right there, but it was definitely talented enough to keep me occupied. The porn on the TV had changed. The hotel scene had gone, replaced by something similar. It was still a cute twink taking it raw at both ends by a bunch of older, muscular guys with the kind of cocks I needed right now. But this was in some sort of warehouse, and no one was naked. Instead, they were wearing all sorts of kinky outfits - Rubber, neoprene, jockstraps, and the twink was blindfolded and tied up at some points. This twink didn’t look like Jesse, either. He actually looked a lot like Reese. I wondered how much of Jesse’s porn contained lookalikes, and if there were any that looked like me. Jesse’s tongue withdrew from me. “That should do.” He said, sitting up. “Now let’s see if I can’t get you as loosened up as you got me.” He winked again, and grabbed the smallest of the dildos - It wasn’t very thick, but it was, I noticed, a pretty long double ender. He practically drenched the thing in lube, and started teasing it at my hole. I felt it pop through, into me, and let out a moan as my hole stretched around it, even if it wasn’t very wide. The speed with which Jesse pushed it deeper into me would have hurt like hell when I was sober, but right now, I couldn’t feel anything but the most incredible shivers of pleasure shooting through me. Repositioning himself, our legs became intertwined as Jesse started using the other end of the double ender. The long black bar of a dildo moved around wildly inside me while Jesse got himself comfortable and teased his hole with it, before letting it slip in. We’d actually done this once before, with a double ended toy. But we were stone cold sober back then, and it had just been awkward, uncomfortable, and not arousing at all. Now though, the awkwardness just made us laugh, discomfort was banished by lust, and this was all as arousing as two guys with ‘drone dick’ could be. It wasn’t like any toy I’d played with before. Having it attached to another person made it unpredictable. Any movement one of us made would affect the other, and we were affecting each other pretty damn hard. It was hard to tell how much of it was inside me, and how much inside Jesse, but there definitely wasn’t much left in the open air between us. We bucked our hips, pushing towards and pulling away from each other, both moaning like a couple of porn stars. Even our arms and legs were part of it - every inch of skin contact felt electric, so we each ran our hands over any body part of the other that we could reach. One of his feet snaked up my body to my face, and instinctively, I opened my mouth and sucked on his toes, which made him laugh. This was new, too. I knew that Reese had a major foot fetish, of course, but I’d always thought Jesse just tolerated it in order to be a good boyfriend. I certainly never expressed an interest before, but at this point, I’d probably do just about anything Jesse suggested. His foot was hardly the most dangerous thing he’d got me to put in my mouth tonight. “Woah-ho-ho!” I flinched. It wasn’t Jesse’s voice. It was much deeper than that. I pushed his foot away from my face and was about to get up. “Well, fuck me.” The voice said, and I realized that it was still coming from Jesse. Or more specifically, the phone that Jesse was holding well above the two of us. He was on facetime to someone, and I could see the image of the two of us, fully exposed, in the little screen. In the main screen, I could see the outline of a man, but wherever he was, it was dark. From this distance, all I could make out was that he was black, and wearing a baseball cap. “Raaaaaaff.” Jesse drew out the man's name in a cutesy voice usually reserved for when he and Reese were in a silly mood. “You know what you said about drone dick?” It was all he needed to say. Raff spoke again. “I remember. You and your little friend play with some more toys. I’ll be there before you know it. How much of my stuff have you used?” “A little over half?” Raff whistled. “Impressive, for first timers. Okay, put the mophead on.” Jesse was holding the phone out for me for a few seconds before I realized that ‘mophead’ meant me. I took the phone and held it up to my face, getting a better look at Raff. He was older than us, I could tell at a glance, and hot as fuck. He had big lips and a metal stud in his nose. His head was shaved under the cap, and just from a head and shoulders shot, I could tell he was muscled up. “Hey kid. You doing okay?” He asked with a coy smile. “I’m doing just fine.” I smiled back. Even in my haze, I still felt a little nervous talking to a complete stranger, and in such a completely compromised position. Jesse had gone back to wiggling about though, causing the dildo to move inside me, making me want more, and boosting my confidence. “Though this ‘drone dick’ thing is one fucking lame deal.” He laughed. “Yes it is, kid. Yes it is. But don’t worry, it only happens to fucked up little bitches like you. Real men like me don’t have to deal with that shit, you get me?” I did. The way he described us should have bothered me, I knew, but the way he said it made it oddly okay. He wasn’t being cruel. Just stating facts. “So tell me something. You’ve fucked Jesse before, right?” I nodded. “Fucked him tonight? Before you went all limp, I mean.” I nodded again. “Then you’re one lucky little fucker, you know that?” I looked up at Jesse, who stuck his tongue out at me, and bucked his hips in a way that pushed the dildo further into me, making me shudder. Raff kept talking. “Y’see, I been trying to fuck that sweet little bubblebutt of his for months now, ever since the first time I met him. And in about 45 minutes, I’m going to be there to finally claim my prize. But there’s a problem.” He moved his camera, slowly going down his body, making sure to give it enough time that I could see just how ripped he was. He stopped at his underwear. Even before he pulled them down, I could see a huge bulge in them. When he opened up and his dick flopped out, I couldn’t help but gasp. It was huge, and it didn’t even look hard yet. His face reappeared. “I bet that, even on its best day, that limp little thing of yours doesn’t get close to what I’ve got, right?” I couldn’t help but say yes, humiliating though it was. “So this is what I need you to do for me. I plan to fuck Jesse’s brains out this weekend, and I can’t do that if I tear him apart on the first go, can I? So in the next 45 minutes, you’re going to make sure that that doesn’t happen. Get that boy nice and loose and ready for me, and I won’t let you go wanting for anything this weekend. Deal?” I looked at Jesse, who was nodding like an excited child that has just been offered ice cream. In my defense, this was one of the few times in the evening where, even if I had been stone cold sober, I couldn’t have possibly guessed exactly what I was letting myself in for. “Deal.” I answered. “Good boy.” He said, and ended the call without another word. Jesse and I looked at each other. He was grinning like a mad man. “Well,” I said, and nodded to the floor. “Get on your hands and knees, then.” Scenes from the porn; https://imgur.com/a/JXqJn Raff:

This neg guy messaged me on BBRT. He was specifically looking to convert to Poz. During our exchange of messages I explained to him that I am now very unwell, and as a consequence my home is an utter filthy mess. That didn't deter him. Now for the real test of his authenticity ... If he wanted what I could give him, he would do some housework for me, and help me have a bath to wash my wasting skinny body. He agreed. We arranged for him to visit the following day. The next day came, and he messaged asking if we were still on. OK, he was serious! I gave him my address, and told him I would leave the door off of the latch so he could just come in. 6pm arrived, he was bang on time. He entered my living room where I was watching TV. I hit the mute button. He was as his photos suggested, well built rugby build, clean shaven. A very handsome 27 year old. 'Hey Sexy'. 'Hello Sir'. 'Strip naked. Keep your trainers on,'. He did as instructed. Although once I saw he was wearing a tight hugging Jock Strap I ordered he leave that on too. 'Come over here between my legs, facing away from me'. Again, he obeyed. And I had a good grope of his sweet neg ASS. 'NICE. Very Firm'. I ordered he clean my bathroom, mop and hoover floors, and gather the huge lot of rubbish scattered all over the place as a result of not being in the best of health. After cleaning in his Jock & Trainers he ran me a bath. As he washed me we spoke ... 'Is this what you want to end up like, sick and decrepit?' 'Yes Sir. It might seem crazy to most, but, it is what I need. What I deserve. And I want to know for sure who my 'Gifter' is, so I can remember him fondly, always carrying a piece of him inside me'. Having bathed me, he dried my scrawny pale body. Naked, dry, and with finally a good wash I walked into my now tidier living room, stood in front of the TV and began channel flicking . The rugby build boy without a word knelt before me, took my flaccid Dick into his mouth, pulled on my balls. I was in no time very hard. With one hand controlling the remote, the other held behind his head as I rocked my hips. I threw the remote to the floor as I got more and more turned on, now with both hands pulling his face in tightly as I began fucking his face. Out of breath I pulled out, stood back so he could see me full length... 'You sick Bastard coming here to get converted ... This REALLY what you want?' 'Oh GOD YES Sir. Destroy me and my future'. 'You sick nasty pig'. His face lit up when I said that, as he nodded in agreement with a big happy smile on his face. I took him to the bedroom where I had a vinyl play-sheet ready on the floor. He brought his little rucksack with him, from which he took out a toothbrush, he handed it to me and got on all 4's. 'Make me bleed Sir'. 'You are one fucked up pig'.

I was 22 and decided to go camping at the lake one July, just to enjoy the summer a bit before it was over, and to get away from the gay life I had just began exploring. After getting everything set up, I sat down beside the fire and continued drinking my beer. Other than the sound of some soft voices at distant camp sites, the camp site was very quiet. Just as my fire was dying down for the night, I heard someone approaching on the path which led to the main trail. I recognized the man from a neighboring site, as I had walked past earlier on my way to my site. He was about 50, bushy gray beard almost hiding his sunken face, and wearing only jeans and boots. His torso had no fat, cept for a small belly paunch which didn't seem to fit his otherwise scrawny frame. He reminded me of some of older guys at the bar who'd been ravaged by HIV before treatments improved. In his hand was a liquor bottle, which was half empty. As he got closer, I could see he had a septum piercing, a thick ring resting on his bushy 'stache. I called out a friendly hello as he came near the fire, and he raised his bottle as if to toast me, then took a giant gulp of the brown liquid. He sat down on a log next to the fire, and we began talking. I was drunk, but this guy was shitfaced. Friendly as hell though, so I didn't mind. He was asking me all sorts of questions, what brought me here, was I having fun, etc. I just told him I was only here to chill out, and get drunk. He laughed and handed me his bottle and said "Drink up, buddy." I figured what the hell so I took a few gulps and felt the burn going down my throat. We kept talking, until finally I got up to go piss at the edge of the campfire. Just as I was thinking how drunk I was getting but having fun regardless, he appeared standing beside me, pulled-out his dick, and also took a piss. I jumped a bit, but still kept pissing, noticing he seemed to be studying my stream, so I looked over at his as well. He shook his cock a little to break my stare, and I looked over at his face. He had a different look now. Intense and not as friendly as before. I wasn't sure what to say, and before I could figure it out he turned and started pissing on my exposed cock and shorts. I couldn't move as inside I was panicking. I'd never thought of anything like this, and here a stranger was pissing on me and I didn't know what to do. His stream stopped and I felt his hand on my shoulder, pushing down. I'm not sure why I did it, but I got on my knees facing him. He stepped forward, his dangling cock right in front of me, and began pissing down the front of me, soaking my shirt before lifting his cock and aiming right for my face. His hot urine splashed in my eyes and ran down my cheeks, and he put his hand on top of my head and ordered me to open my mouth. Again, not sure why but I did exactly as he told me. He let loose another steam of piss right into my mouth, and commanded me to swallow at all, like a good pig. I began gulping and swallowing what I could. I was repulsed, but doing my best. When his stream stopped, I opened my eyes to see his hard cock jutting out a full eight inches, his fat cockhead still wet with piss. It was a sharp contrast to his lean frame. With his hand still on my head, he guided my head forward into my open mouth, and began fucking it. A few minutes later, he pulled his cock out and began rubbing it on my face, telling me I was a good whore and to stand up. Standing there, I noticed that despite my wet clothes and taste of piss and cock in my mouth, my cock was standing at attention. The stranger grabbed me by my cock and led me to my tent. He stripped my clothes outside the door, and led us inside. He had me remove his boots and jeans, and then lay back as he climbed on top of me. I was turned on as well as scared, and he began sucking my neck, tonguing my ears, and finally kissing me deeply. The feel of his big beard brushing my body was unbelievable, and my cock got even harder as his aggressive foreplay continued. "You're my whore tonight, boy, so relax and enjoy" he said. I didn't reply, and soon his fingers were playing with my hole, trying to push into my hole. I moaned, and he laughed, calling me a virgin, but quickly adding not for long. He climbed onto my chest and began jerking his cock right above my face, commanding me to lick his fuck stick. I began lapping my tongue on the underside of his head, and he laughed and told me what a good pig I was and to keep eating his toxic precum. When I heard him say that, I damned near panicked but his weight held me down. I tried to raise up but he smacked my face hard with his hand, telling me to lay the fuck still. He grabbed his cock and smacked it on my lips, telling me to open wide or else I'd taste the back of his hand again. I opened wide, and he began slow fucking my mouth. "That's it piggy, suck my toxic cock like a good whore!" His thrusts continued, and the taste of his precum grew stronger. Deeper and deeper into my throat he fucked, until I was sure I'd puke. I began gagging hard and he pulls his cock out, covered in my thick saliva. Next, he's twisting my arm around as he slid off my chest, forcing me to move in the direction he's pulling it. I'm half screaming as he twists, and finally I was on my stomach as he held my arm roughly behind my back. "Now get on your knees, pig" he said, twisting my arm to ensure my cooperation. I fumble to do as he says, as the pain he's inflicting on my arm is intense. "Good pig- now put your other hand on your back." Grabbing my free hand, he was now holding both in place on my back, as he scoots in right behind me, his cock pressing into my crack. He seems to clear his throat, but then I hear and feel him spit a goober on my ass. He repositioned to hold my arms with one hand, and grabs his cock with the other and begins rubbing his cock and spit into my hole. I quietly ask him to please let me go, but he ignored me, steadily pushing into my hole, slowly, in and out thrusts, but I had clamped tight, trying to prevent his entrance. Again he spat onto my hole, as his thumb slid in deeper as he murmured "There we go, piggy, open up for Daddy." Working his thumb in and out, telling me he was coating my whore cunt with his precum. From the slickness of his thumb as it moved freely in my ass, and I knew he isn't lying. Suddenly, his thumb was replaced by four inches of his cock. It took my breath away, but he didn't pause until he was fully buried in my ass. "Good piggy, I'm gonna show you how I make a man my whore" he said, as he slowly fucked my virgin hole. "Oh yeah fuck. I'm leaking my load inside you now boy. You like that? You want your new Daddy to knock you up and make you his toxic pig? Pop your pussy cherry and knock you up all in one night? Make you a fuck whore for the rest of your life?" His cock was thrusting harder, and I could hear the sloshing noises as my ass loosened to his fucking. He then started his final assault. " That's it baby, milk Daddy's dirty seed into your cunt. Drain it baby." He plunged forward, pulling my arms back and making me scream, holding his cock in as deeply as possible. I felt his cock pulsate stream after stream, coating my guts with his load. In that moment, when I was completely helpless and forever changed when a stranger came inside my ass, my cock spurted the biggest load of my life. Afterwards the stranger released my arms, and I chose to remain perfectly still as his cock stroked gently in and out of my hole. He spent the rest of the night in my tent, and the rest of the weekend. By the time I left, I had eight poz loads in my ass, and my new Daddy.

It was late on a Friday afternoon, the work week was over, and I felt like letting loose and having some fun. While waiting for my dealer to arrive, I got cleaned up and cleaned out, then took half a dozen hits on the glass pipe. For once, my dealer was right on time, fixing me up with a nice fat 8ball, so I was ready for the weekend. After I pulled on a black jockstrap, my bare assed chaps, and my boots, I decided to check out my favorite bar. I like it because it’s a large space, with high ceilings, and it has a patio that’s perfect for cruising. The place draws a very masculine crowd, and it has a well deserved reputation for attracting men into PNP. I tied a long sleeved flannel shirt around my waist, to cover my bare ass, and off to the bar I went. I was leaning back against one of the benches that line the back wall, casually watching a game of pool, when I saw this guy walk in who caught my eye. Even though he was dressed like he just came from the office on casual Friday, wearing Dockers and a Polo shirt, he gave off a strong vibe that he could very likely be a hot prospect. It didn’t take long for me to find out. After he ordered a beer, he stripped off his Polo shirt, then his Dockers, folded them neatly, and laid them on one of the bar stools. He looked to be around 40 years old, had large hands, a broad chest, a great tan, and obviously worked out regularly. Now, he was wearing just a pair of tight black cotton briefs that really showed off the curves of his muscular bubble ass. I could see why he had positioned himself at the end of the bar. It was the perfect location for him to rather discreetly expose his big, thick cock and show it off. As he occasionally took a pull on his bottle of beer, his other hand pulled on his cock, and it quickly swelled to impressive length and extremely impressive thickness. He certainly had my attention. Most of the time, he looked straight ahead, but, once in a while, he would look my way, and flex his cock, making it jump. It certainly looked like an invitation to me. After a few seconds, I got up my courage, walked around the pool table, and stood right next to him, at the bar. He raised his beer, in salute, told me his name was Tony, then he asked me what I was drinking. He bought me a bottle of water and another beer for himself. I couldn’t help but notice how large his pupils were, so I knew that he had been partying, too. Before long Tony said that he really needed to take a piss, and he asked me if that was something I could take care of for him. I knew exactly what he meant, and I said, “Yes, Sir.” He had me follow him out to the patio where he positioned himself in a dark corner. Without saying anything, he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, so that I was on my knees, in front of him. Immediately, a lot of men gathered around to watch, as he pulled down the front of his briefs and flopped out his still semi-hard thick cock. As soon as I took his big helmet head between my lips, he let loose with a flood of warm chem piss. There was nothing I could do but keep guzzling it down, as fast as I could swallow, until he was completely drained. My stomach felt extremely full, and he voiced his approval, impressed that I was able to take it all. I knew that it wouldn’t be very long before I would be the one who needed to unload. Sure enough, not more than 10 minutes later, I felt like I was going to explode. We went back out to the patio where Tony spotted a Dad and his young boy, both dressed in full leather. He asked the Dad if his boy was into chem piss. Without answering the question, the Dad put the boy on his knees, in front of me, and I blasted what seemed like an endless stream of chem piss down the boy’s throat. When I was finished, the Dad told his boy, “What do you say ?” The boy looked up at me and said, “Thank you.” Walking back inside the bar, Tony asked me if I ever slammed. I said, “Yeh, a few times.” He said, “Good. Let’s get you recharged.” With that, we both went into one of the restrooms that was supposed to be for only one person at a time, and we locked the door. Tony pulled out a small zippered pouch from his pants pocket. He tied off my upper arm, and found a good bulging vein, which he swabbed with an alcohol pad. After pulling off the cap with his teeth, he slowly slid the needle in, pulled back on the plunger, got the flash, then completely depressed the plunger. Very quickly, he removed the tie from my upper arm and pulled out the needle. I pressed 2 fingers against the crook of my elbow, and held my arm over my head, as I coughed loudly, and a tremendous rush began coursing through my body. Tony said, “How you feeling, now ?” Between rapid breaths, all I could say was, “holy fuck !”

Story as it happened a couple weekends ago... I was on my way to see a regular top fucker who slams the hell outta me as often as he can get away from the wife and kids! This fucker lives an hour away but the way he holds me down and slam fucks me for hours when he hits me up is worth it everytime! So when he hit me up during a snow storm and told me the wife and kids were staying at the in-laws for the night because it was getting worse out instead of driving home and he was free all night, rock hard N needed his pussyboy bitch to unload in NOW..... i got ready N took off! He likes me to dress up for him and sends me outfits he wants to see me in the next time we meet.... a short red leather skirt, super high heels, panties and black fishnets & a blonde wig is what it was tonight, despite the freezing weather! As im driving, this semi passed me and started to swerve in front of me so i hit the brakes and went way off the side of the road and got stuck! The snow was up to the bottom of my car so i had no choice but to call a tow company to get pulled out. They had a driver near me for another car and got to me in like 20 minutes, i see the driver walking over to me and remember what i have on, which i hadnt thought of, hopefully he is cool i was thinkin as i put my window down and saw how fuckin sexy this 6'3-6'4" muscled up Latino bull of a tow truck driver was! I dont even remember what he said as i checked out the tats on his hands and up by his neck and seeing his wedding ring and the bulge in his jeans.... he asked if i was ok since i didnt hear what he had just said lol and asked me again if i can get out N wait in his truck while he gets my car our. As he opened my door he stopped and looked at what i had on stumbled for what to say but played it cool and asked if i had any other shoes cause the snow is deep! I didnt. He had me stay in the car and pulled me out N told me my radiator was broke and i needed to be towed back. I got out and slipped on the ice and he grabbed me and kept me from falling. I could feel my ass against his bulge and his hands on my hips where he caught me and he just walked forward like that to the truck door and i stepped up into his huge truck when i felt his hand on my ass as i went up the 2 slippery steps. Was he helping me or coming onto me i thought as he loaded my car?!? He hopped in and i told him my address and said just to take it there for now and told him how thankful i was for helping me out so quick. He looked over N told me its better to show someone how thankful you are than tell em and started rubbing his cock thru his jeans, i was watching him as he unzipped his jeans and leaned back as he drove and said in a rough tone to fuckin show me how thankful you are bitch and pushed my head towards his bulge! Told me he saw me fuckin staring at him since he walked up N knew a thirsty bitch when he saw one! I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out a huge fuckin uncut cock that had snaked down his pants since he had nothing on under em and started sucking the head and taking him in my mouth when i felt his hand on the back of my neck and he started face fucking me telling me what a fuckin whore i must be dressed like i was and wearing those fuck me pumps in this weather! He forced hos cock into my throat and kept holding me balls deep on his it choking me tellin me to fuckin take it slut! The truck came to a stop and he kept fuckin my throat telling me to fuckin swallow slut and blew right down my throat making me take every fuckin drop! I was milkin his cock in my mouth tasting the last of his nut on my tongue when i heard his lighter and he was hitting a pipe of Tina, passed it to me N had me take 6 hits saying i was gonna need em, b4 he got out. He told me to get inside while he unloads my car, he forced 2 of his fingers inside my smooth tight ass as he pulled me out of his truck N told me to leave the door unlocked N have that fuckin pussy wet when he walks in to collect payment cause he hasnt fucked a whore in 3 weeks since his wife left him N he was gonna fuckin wreck my cunt! I was on all 4s in bed, hole lubed, panties off but still dressed when he found where i was waiting for him. I watched him in the big mirror next to my bed as he walked in my room behind me lookin at my ass, pulling his shirt off showing his massive chest N arms and tats everywhere.... he pulled me back against his bulge and told me i was gonna fuckin get it tonight and if i was a good fuckin whore he might call one of the other drivers over he shares pussy with!!

I generally operate the same as I always have: a minimal online presence with no photos, no biohazard tattoo to give away my secret, and no annual trips to the same gay event or the same bear run. Why? I don't want anyone to know me. I enjoy being the "new meat" at the bar, the campground, the bookstore. I can be a new person everywhere I go. What do I mean? Here's a few examples: At a bookstore I'm a working class fella, popping in after a hard day at work. I'm a bit dirty, old jeans, camo hat. My wedding band shining against my sun darkened hand. I see the guys' eyes light up when I walk in, thinking they're finally gonna get to service a straight fella, maybe even better than his wife. I go for the 30 year old who looks like a younger version of me. He's bearded, beefy but not yet old enough to let himself get fat like all of the other guys in this rustbelt town. Probably has a girlfriend and really wants another"straight guy" for some on the side fun. Plus he thinks I'm safer as I'm not whoring myself out like some of the fags in here. We chat a bit, but not too much. I pull my cock out and jerk it a little, and he can't take his eyes off it. I tell him to suck it, and he's on his knees gobbling my cock. I grab his hair, and begin slow fucking his mouth. I tell him to pull his cock out and jerk it for daddy while he's sucking me. He wastes no time doing this. I let go of his hair and let him do what comes naturally to him. Once he's worked up, I tell him to stand up, and I shove my tongue in his mouth. He's a bit surprised, but accepts it and kisses me back. I grab his asscheeks and began squeezing and rubbing them. He kisses me harder, which tells me he's ready to be my whore. I spin him around and wrap him in my arms. I'm rubbing his hairy torso, and my cock is pressing into his ass crack. I begin rubbing his hole with my finger, occasionally scooping some of my toxic precum from my cock head and rubbing it in and around his cunt. He loves this and pushes back into me. With my mouth at his ear, I whisper to him to bend over so daddy can fuck his hairy ass. He does exactly as I say. They ALWAYS do at this point. I've done it dozens of times in dozens of bookstores. I line my cock up, and in less than 10 seconds, my bare cock is fucking this stranger, leaking my juices inside him. All I'm envisioning at this point is the finished product- my cum shooting deep into his ass, making him MY whore forever. No matter what he does from this point on, I'm the one who changed him, the one who knocked him up. I fuck him for less than five minutes, and as my balls begin to shoot rope after rope of my load in his guts, I grab his shoulders and go deep as I can. He accepts my gift willingly, without knowing what it is. I slide out, stand him upright, and begin jerking his cock from behind. As he cums, I realize this could be the last untainted load he ever shoots. His last clean load of cum. I jerk him harder and feel his cum coating my hand, slickening up his cock. As he catches his breath, I release him and tuck my cock away. He pulls his pants up and looks at me. Kinda akwardly, but also with pride. He knows he did a good job since I came up his ass. He's proud of himself for giving dad what he needed. He'll be smiling later that evening, as he's sitting at home thinking about his bookstore visit, feeling a bit of soreness in his behind. Maybe even have some cum leaking out. And he'll think it was fun, but in the past now, and that's the part I love. Our encounter will come back to him. Maybe not when he gets the fuck flu a few weeks later, but definitely by the time he gets pneumonia years down the road and blood tests are necessary. And by then, who else has he fucked in the bookstore, or after a night of drinking with his buddies? At a campground, say on a bear weekend in July, I'm the lone bear all alone on his campsite. Small tent set up next to my truck. Maybe I just wear boots and jeans all weekend, smoking my pipe almost full time, nodding to the passing drunk bears and cubs. Careful not to look at them too long, as I want to seem disinterested. By denying them my attention, this always serves to make them WANT to get my attention. As day goes by, and more drinking happens, they get braver, and maybe come over to chat, to compliment my pipe or beard. Again, I say I got this routine down. I'm humble, I mention I'm just out of a relationship, anything to make the other man want me that much more, don't wanna "catch anything" from this seedy bear weekend. All of this to set the stage for when I pretend to finally give in to their advances and fuck em. And I'm pretending it's all so unexpected and I'm so caught up in the passion of the moment I rawdawg their negative ass with my toxic cock until I breed em deep. And their so proud of themselves for 'seducing me' and getting what they want they don't consider for a second it was all a trap I set, and they most certainly are my prey. Yet, afterwards, I'm shy and humble, saying I'm not usually like this, and they just were so sexy I couldn't help it. They eat it up. They tell me it's ok, and rub my belly. And they leave the tent with my cum in their cunt, and I rest up for the next one. So that's my story. You may call me a predator, but I never force my way into a negative ass. They always give Daddy what he wants, they just don't know WHO Daddy really is. I do- he's a gifter, a dirty breeder who wants to poz your cunt, and he's coming for you

There is a campground in Poconos near me here in PA ("The Woods" ). I have wanted to go, reading stories like this just increases my desire. I am going to have to take the plunge this summer and get bred in the woods.

You know what you need.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION 1985 Xana, Kansas Worst year of my life. But then again, I've been saying that just about every year since I started high school. It really went to hell at that point people started to notice I was 'different'. Up until that point, I had a regular life. Almost regular. My two best friends were my sister Janice (a year younger than me) and the most popular boy in the world. He was everything I wasn't: athletic, good-looking, and fearless. Kevin and I started as friends because we lived on the same block and our moms would get together daily to watch soap operas and drink highballs. But then...but then puberty hit us all like a tsunami. Everybody was changing except for me. The girls got periods and boobs while the boys turned into actual men. The only different thing about me was my new love for music and acting. It was a discovery made when our music class would put on theatrical shows twice a year. At the end of the first semester we always did "A Christmas Carol" and something random in the Spring. I never got a leading part, but I didn't even care. Toward the end of my Sophomore year, I got the role of Linus in "You're a Good Man Charlie Brown". I was so excited because there was a solo part of me dancing and singing to my blanket. According to Janice, the whole school and even some of the adults were talking about my performance, and obviously gay I was. Apparently I was a little too into it and had practically glided on air. She claimed an older couple behind her were debating whether I was a boy or a girl. The news came as a heavy blow and it ruined my life. I was a "faggot'...and everybody knew it. Even Kevin turned on me. High school was going great for him and he couldn't risk hanging out with me. He couldn't even risk NOT bullying me out in the open. He would push me against lockers, spit on me and call me every possible homosexual slang term there was. And just to make everything worse, Kevin and my sister were dating. I felt like I'd lost everything and everybody. I held everything together waiting for this day...graduation. I wanted to get far away as if enough distance would erase the first 18 years of memories and pain. I'd skip college because that seemed like a continuation of high school and I'd already done my time. I had three possible plans in mind with what to do with the college funds set aside for me: 1. Move to Australia, work some menial job there and never come back. 2. Move to L.A. and try to get an acting job. 3. Take a trip to Hawaii and jump into an active volcano. What I ended up doing was just staying home and retreating into books, TV and booze. My parents were both functional alcoholics and not the violent, mean kind -- they were happy and clueless kind. They must have assumed I was just taking some time off to figure out a plan. My plan was to raid their liquor cabinet as often as I could. My sister did the same, but she was never at home. She'd broken up with Kevin for reasons she wouldn't go into. I'd already assumed she lost her virginity since Janice had been boy crazy since first grade. I was predicted she'd be knocked up and/or married before her senior year. We were both pretty much unsupervised, but she was the only one taking full advantage. I was just a boring, garden-variety delinquent. One July morning I got out of bed just in time to see Mom walk out the door with her big purse. This meant she was going over to hang out with Kevin's mom and get good and plastered. She'd left a note for me. Dennis -- If you can, please water the flower beds and also give the grass a good soaking. I love you! The fact that we had one of the nicest yards in town was a great disguise for the secrets inside. People talk in a small town no matter how green your lawn was. Our family unit consisted of two drunk adults, a teen slut and a fag. Whatever. I mixed a generous rum and coke in a plastic quart cup from the convenience store and went out to attend to the greenery. It was hot as hell and also very dry. There was a region-wide burning ban in place for the fifth week. I was almost finished with everything when I felt a tap on me shoulder. It was Kevin. "Hey man. There's two partying old chicks at my house so I thought I'd come over and say hi." Hi indeed. He was pretty obviously stoned...and looking really good. I'd made a point of never looking at him these past few years. He had filled out completely and still had the same dirty blondish hair I remembered. He was a few inches taller than me and solid as steel. He was wearing flip-flops, swim trunks and an ancient Foreigner concert t-shirt. Only a year ago I would have been thrilled to have him talk to me again, but now I had my guard up. "Why are you here? Won't you get point deductions for even being near me?" "I'm sorry. No. I really am. None of that shit matters now, OK? I should have never treated that way." "No you shouldn't have. But again, why are you here?" "Hey - can I have a sip of what you're having?" I hated myself for forgiving him so easily, but maybe I'd find out why he and my sister broke up. "Come on in. I'll make you one and we can play Atari or something." "Cool." We went into my dark living room and helped ourselves to the abundant booze. I was still suspicious, but this felt like old times. Kevin and I, squandering a precious Summer day. Only with cocktails. We sat like yogis in front of the TV and played "Burger Time". It was the only game I'd never beaten, but I was still beating Kevin's scores. After we'd had our fill of the crappy graphics and annoying music, Kevin suggested we go out in the back yard for a smoke. As nice our front yard looked was how crummy the back was. "I see your dad still has a hammock up. Remember how we took turns getting all wound up in in it and pretending we were one of Spider-Man's enemies caught in his web?" Of course I remembered that. Kevin produced a joint from somewhere and lit it. I guessed it might have been his third one of the day. Kansas deserves all the negative impressions people have of it, but the homegrown weed is hardy plentiful here. Janice and I gotten stoned together before we'd ever had a taste of booze. "So what happened between you and my sister?" "She didn't wait for me when I went to go visit my uncle in L.A. for three weeks. It wouldn't have lasted anyway, Dennis. She is a wild child. Did you know she had an abortion last Monday?" "No way!" "Yup. In Wichita. I had to pay for half even though I doubt the baby was mine. We should go to the pool." I wasn't in shock, just sad that she didn't tell me. Oh well. Janice and I were basically just strangers now. "Los Angeles, huh? I wanted to move there after graduation - to be an actor. Lost my courage." "You'd be a great actor, but it's a dangerous place. Trust me. I'm going to go there again and live with my uncle. Maybe I'll be a bartender or something. Maybe you can come live with us. Yeah -- that would be cool. My uncle would love you!" "I don't ever remember you talking about an Uncle in California..." "Well -- he's not my real uncle, but I'll explain more later. My parents are going to Chicago for the weekend....you can come spend it with me and I'll fill you in on everything. Can you?" "Yeah. Sure. My parents are going to the Ozarks this weekend. I guess you don't want me to bring Janice." "Oh -- maybe it's the Ozarks I was thinking of. You never know what they're up to." What? He was full of information about something. But what? I could have asked more questions but I had a real nice buzz going. For whatever reason I stood up, climbed into the hammock and spun myself into a cocoon, "Curse you, Spider-Man!!!" By Friday, I'd tried to put all the pieces together but there were too many missing. Were my parents going away for the weekend with Kevin's parents? Why did he have a fake uncle? Why was I so quick to forgive the guy who'd made my life hell for three years? And what was the deal with Janice? She and I used each other as a sounding board years ago. She probably needed one more than ever now. Oh well...it's not like she didn't know where to find me. My mom and dad were packed and ready to go by 4:30 that afternoon. It was an almost seven hour drive to the Ozarks. They would have left earlier but cocktail hour lasted longer than they'd planned. Mom had changed her hair and put on maybe a tad too much makeup. "So you're spending the night at Kevin's house? Good. You two used to be so close. He's a little cocky, but mostly a decent kid." They left the house in a flurry of cologne and alcohol fumes. Janice wasn't home. I helped myself to a drink while wondering what the hell I was supposed to bring over to Kevin's house. When I was a kid I always took my sleeping bag and pajamas, but that was a million years ago. Oh well -- I could always come back and get what I needed. I didn't want to walk half a block with an overnight bag in broad daylight anyway. "Hey! Come on in. Mom and Dad just left." "So did mine." "What a coincidence," he laughed. "So what do you know that I don't?" "Only thousands of things. Come on....we've got all weekend to talk." He led me to the basement for some reason. It was like all the other basements around here; bare concrete floors, mouse droppings and a ping-pong table that usually had boxes of Christmas decorations on top of it. It had changed. Big time. It was a large, furnished, plush area with carpeting and a bar. "Wow! When did all this get done?" "A few years ago. It's a 'play space'." What? It looked a little too fancy and grown up to be somewhere where you'd gather to play board games or charades. "And check this out..." Kevin walked over behind the bar a flipped on some dim colorful lights on the walls and ceiling. It was cool but still confusing. I sat on one of the giant leather couches and waited for the next magic trick. "I have some questions, Kevin." "I know. I'll tell you everything you want to know. In case you don't want to know any more as I'm talking, just say the word and we'll go upstairs and wait for 'Nightmare Theater'. Can you believe it's still on? Same old guy too." Talk." He was barefoot, wearing the same swim trunks and a Spider-Man t-shirt that he'd probably had since junior high. It was faded and way too small for the broad chest and shoulders he'd developed. "OK. I'll start out small and go from there. Remember, as soon as you feel uneasy -- we stop." "OK" "First of all, your sister is sleeping with Coach Glover, from school. They've been together for a few weeks now." "No way! He's old and married and has kids!" "Well, Janice has already dated every other guy in town. It's coach's turn now." I hated that guy. How could he fool around with young girls when he had a handicapped kid at home? When exactly did I lose her? "So are my parents and your parents going to the same place?" "Yup, but let's back up a little...does this room remind you of anything?" I looked around with new eyes. It was suddenly so obviously meant for sex and seduction. Why else was Kevin so cryptic? "It's a sex room, right?" "Very good! You've earned a drink. Come over to the bar and I'll serve you." It was so fancy. I took a seat on one of the stools and noticed the blue and red neon lights above the liquor bottles. Pretty. Kevin handed me some type of fizzy clear drink in a tall glass. "So your mom and dad remodeled all of this just for a place to have sex?" "Sex parties. They're swingers. You know what that means, right?" I did. I learned about them on HBO. "And guess what else? So are your mom and dad." Fucking hell! I could never look them in the eye again. "No. I mean...how do you know?" "Ready to go upstairs now, or do you really want to know?" The world had tilted so severely on its axis, that I was ready to hear everything. "Go on." "Well these people have parties all over the country. They all get in a room and it becomes a big orgy. And it gets very weird after they've smoked enough weed and snorted enough cocaine. Want to try some? Anyway, my 'uncle' Ray got super out of it and wandered up to my room where he fucked me in the ass." "No! How old were you? Did you tell anyone?" "I was legal...I was born three months before you. It hurt like hell, but just enduring it got me invited downstairs to join in. I fucked Miss Stucky from the library. Mrs. Strotkamp sucked my dick. I don't know if any of our parents noticed because they were either wrecked or ... busy." I gulped my drink all the way down. I knew too much and wanted to go home or go to Australia or kill myself. "Did you?...." "NO. I never did anything with your mom or your dad." "So your fake uncle molested you and you still went out to L.A. to visit him?!" "Don't say 'molested'. I could have kicked his ass if I wanted to. It hurt and all, but it wasn't that bad in the end. My California trip out there was a sex vacation. He hosted great swinger parties all the time. I had sex with so many woman and men." "But...but what about AIDS? Aren't you afraid of that?" He'd mixed me another drink. "Nope. By the time it gets here, everyone will have it. I already tested positive for the HIV. You can get it from kissing. These are The End Times, Dennis. Enjoy life while you still have it." This was too much -- way too much. I remember the days when I'd spend the night and we'd stay up and play poker while watching old scary movies. "So you've..uh..done stuff with gay guys?" "Oh yeah. It's no big deal. Sex is sex. You'll find out some day." I remembered all the times I heard him call me 'fag' and 'homo'. All I did was dance and sing to a blanket on stage, while he was essentially the same as me - actively. "It's not so bad sucking a dick when you focus on how it feels to get yours sucked. It's probably my favorite thing in the world to shoot a wad in somebody's mouth." He was looking at me carefully and I noticed how his face had changed. He was still genetically cursed with dark circles under his ice-blue eyes. The neon lights did him no favors. I finished off the second drink. "Is that all?" "Just one more thing. I talked to Uncle Ray last night and told him about you wanting to come to L.A. to be an actor. He's got a huge house near the beach and wants us BOTH to come and live with him. Wouldn't that be cool? Us in L.A.? It's a whole new world there." "I...So I...never mind." I wish I could be 12 years old again, sitting on Janice's bedroom floor and spilling out all the things I was thinking, feeling. We used to do that all the time. "That's all. Are you okay?" "Yeah. I...got any weed?" "Of course. You haven't heard the sound system yet. I picked up some great music in L.A. Bootlegs and stuff you'd never hear in Kansas." He magically produced a fat joint from somewhere and held it between his lips as he fiddled with some stereo stuff. "You should hear the thumpa thumpa stuff they usually listen to down here. Here's a mix tape i made from my collection. I like punk that's not the angry stuff. It has a melody, but not like what you're used to. Give it a chance." I was sitting on the floor, wishing we could just play poker or war or something. The speakers were hidden and I could swear there must have been dozens of them. The sound was rich and filled the room like a heavy fog. Any kind of music would have been a pleasure to listen to. "What group is this?" "'Heavy Disharmony'. The drummer gave me a blow job once, but that's not why I like it. This is just the sound I dig now. Like it?" I did. It sounded so different and so exciting...and kind of sexy somehow. Kevin came over and sat on the floor with me. "You always liked being on the floor -- I remember now." We shared the joint and listened without talking. It was good because I didn't want to hear anything besides this. "OK. This next song is a dud -- want another drink? I've got dry mouth something terrible." The song was in fact not very good, but the sound still shined. "My uncle says I could make a lot money if I started stripping in clubs out there. You think I could be good at that?" "Probably. You've got a good body. Like in a gay bar or something?" "Mostly. Those guys tip like crazy if you show a little ball sack...and even more if you fuck them." "Wow. The last time I danced in front of people, my life was destroyed." "You're taller and bigger now. You maybe need to work out a little. It can only help you get acting jobs if you're buff. I'll show you. Not to this song. The next one." "The songs are so long." "Because this was all recorded live. It's not three minute Madonna song, Dennis." Kevin stubbed out the roach and stood up. "This next song is one you're going to remember forever." I think he was building it up too much. But okay. The opening of the song was mostly drums and the bassist playing a ditty that I almost recognized somehow. Shit! What was this? Kevin stood a few feet away from me and started grinding his hips. He said I'd remember this song forever, and he was exactly right about that. He slowly peeled off his t-shirt and didn't miss a beat. He was only wearing those trunks and had obviously worked himself into a hard-on. Was he teaching me or trying to seduce me? I didn't care. Then the singer finally started in.... Spider-Man, Spider-Man/Does whatever a spider can/Spins a web, any size..." It was a punk/pop version of the old cartoon theme song. He smiled at me in the most delicious way. He was grinding away, humping the air. My face must have given something away because he started to tease down his swim trunks. There were his minimal pubes -- I wanted to smell them, inhale his funk. The dance was deliberately effective and I knew he's make a ton of money on the coast. It's about then that I realized I was still on my knees but standing up to his crotch level. My position was was just as suggestive as his dancing was. He stepped out of his swim shorts like a seasoned professional. ...To him, life's a great big bang up/Wherever there's a hang up/You'll find The Spider-Man Kevin's cock looked better, thicker than I would have guessed. Impossibly hard and sticking straight out. There's no way I could ever be as confident as he was. He said something, but I couldn't hear it above the music. He danced closer until his dick was just inches from my face. The momentum of all this had reached warp speed. The head of his dick poked me in the cheek, and then my right eye. I wanted him to stop dancing and just let me suck him off. Viruses be damned. I wanted this. As soon as the slick head of his penis went past my lips, he stopped the strip tease at last. I just swallowed as much of him as I could. There was a taste and a smell of a sour dishrag briefly -- probably from those damn swim trunks he wore constantly. He grabbed the back of my head and just thrust his strong hips back and forth like a machine. Is he strong? Listen,Bud/He's got radioactive blood I wondered if he was going to cum in my mouth and I wondered if he knew how much I wanted him to. But no. He stepped back as a line of drool strung out of my mouth and caught a random purple light from overhead somewhere. It glowed. He pulled a mat from underneath one of the plush couches and pushed me down on it. Wait -- didn't I get a say in any of this? It was an almost too familiar feeling of being abused in high school. I guess I'd given my consent by not even trying to fight back. I was on my stomach with Kevin's full weight on top of me. He put his mouth close to my ear "This won't feel good the first time, but I'll make it quick. Hang in there, buddy. He just jabbed his hard dick into my asshole before I even knew what was happening. gear GOD! PAIN! Maybe being everyone's punching bag for years had toughened me up because I didn't yell or cry. Those instinctive responses had been suppressed in me for too long. He pumped away faster and faster. This was gay sex. In a sex basement. It hadn't even ended and I was ready to do it again. He stopped, bent down to me ear again "I just blew my nut. How do you feel?" The music had stopped. "Uh...bathroom?" "It's to the right of the bar. There's a shower in there now. Just do what you need to do, take your time." I used the facility without looking at myself in the mirror. That would need to wait a day or two. There was mouthwash there - which I used while wishing there was such a thing as 'asswash'. When I came out, Kevin was back behind the bar and mixing us more fizzy drinks. "Everything OK?" "I'm fine. What time is it?" "A little after 10. Have a seat...want some peanuts or chips or something?" "Maybe later. So I guess I'm not a virgin anymore." What a retarded thing to say. I needed that drink. "No, but it was about time, don't you think? The good news is that you hardly bled at all. And I didn't even use lube. I bled like crazy the first time Ray fucked me. You were turned on and having fun -- that makes all the difference." "Yeah. Just think -- we could have done that years ago. But I guess you were too busy doing my sister. So I'm going to get AIDS now?" "No. You don't get it from just one fuck. You might possibly have the virus now, but it could be ten years or more before you get the disease. That reminds me...." He went and retrieved a cordless phone. Who the hell was he calling? Oh. Never mind. I should have guessed. "Hi! Did I wake you up from a nap or are you just out of it? Oh. Yeah -- he's here. Ask him yourself, dude. No. No. Oh just let him tell you. Uh...OK. I promise. I don't know, man. Ask him." I knew he was going to hand me the phone. He did. "Hello?" "Dennis! Having fun? Kev showed me your senior picture and you're a handsome young lad. Did you skip a few grades? You look like a kid." "No. Just a late bloomer I guess." "Well I can't wait for you guys to get out here so you can enjoy some sunshine. I'll hook you up with Hollywood people too." "Yeah. Uh huh." My butt hole hurt like a stomachache. Pause. "I'll let you boys get back to your Friday night. Good talking to you, Dennis." "Thanks. You too. Here's Kevin." I handed over the phone. "Yeah. Well -- he's a little shy. No. I know. Let me handle it, OK? Yeah. Bye." "So...that was Uncle Ray, huh?" "The one and only. Neither of you make good first impressions - no offence. He's super excited to meet you though." He handed me a fresh drink and then came out to sit next to me at the bar. "He knew that tonight was the night I was going to break you in. I told him it went just fine." "Break me in?" "I couldn't bring a virgin out to L.A. You understand. He wants me to get you used to the idea of sex for fun. Want to fuck again in the morning?" "Maybe. I need to think about stuff...talk about it." "Thinking is fine, but overthinking is a waste of time. Can you suck me again?" "Not now." I kind of wanted to taste his sperm in my mouth. There was no going back from here. In the chill of the night/At the scene of a crime/Like a streak of light/He arrives just in time

Wish I'd known that earlier! Got started at about 11y.o. and took to it like a fish to water but had those strange feelings when looking at men - especially the big 'n' burly, hairy, bearded ones - much earlier than that. Just wish that when stealing glances at men's ample bulges had my mouth watering one of those daddies had shown me what all that saliva lubricating my mouth and throat was good for...

...and the younger you are, the bigger your chances to have your throat flooded. The world is full of dirty pervs, thank God.

As if parts 1-4 weren't hot enough, part 5 just about melted the computer monitor. This story is just really fine writing -- a huge thanks for putting in the time and effort.

Love cum in my mouth. So delicious

Having YOUR dick and ass would be GREAT!

4. Playthings If you’d asked me, even five minutes after Raff ended the call, why I was lubing up toys to shove up my housemate, I doubt you would have got a coherent answer, much less a correct one. For all the parts of me that drone was doing wonders for, my short term memory wasn’t one of them. I’d all but forgotten about Raff and his deal, but he had implanted the idea in my head and that was the important thing. A line each and a quick make out session later, and Jesse was kneeling on the floor, leaning on the sofa, and pointing his ass at me. A plethora of toys were laid out next to him. More than I even realized they owned. Kneeling behind him, I rubbed my hands over his cheeks, cupping that perfect bubble butt in them and squeezing, making him wiggle. I pressed myself up against him, holding his hips and pulling him towards me. Even when unable to get hard, my dick still tingled with excitement against his hole, getting coated by the lube that still lingered from the double ender. He bucked against me, nudging me, wanting me to start. So I did. The double ender was already prepped and ready to go, so I started with that. The thing was as long as my forearm, I realized now that I held it. It made me wonder; how much of it had Jesse got inside me earlier, and how much of it could I get inside him now? It was time to find out. His ass offered little in the way of resistance as I pierced his hole with it, and Jesse let out a loud moan, pushing back, taking it even faster than I intended. For a moment, I was nothing more than a tool to hold the dildo as Jesse fucked himself, thrusting his ass back and forth on it. He easily rode it down to the halfway point, but never further. I figured that must be his comfort zone. The next time Jesse plunged down to half way, I made my move. Holding the toy tight in one hand, I wrapped my other arm around his hips and under his stomach, holding him in place, so that he couldn’t pull away from the thing in his ass. I began pushing forwards, and instantly earned whimpered from Jesse, who clearly hadn’t been expecting it. “Ah! Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” He started repeating, and he made some half hearted effort to pull away, but I didn’t let him, and he didn’t try harder. “You can take it.” I said, stroking my fingers on his stomach. “This is nothing.” He looked at me, and the momentary worry on his face melted away. He nodded, and buried his head into the sofa cushions, letting me get to work. “Good boy.” I took it slow, edging it in inch by inch, and making sure to pull out occasionally, fucking him at a shallower depth, before I tried to make him take the next inch. He moaned and whimpered into the cushions, but he never tried to make me to stop, or even slow down. Eventually, it got to the point where I didn’t want to push any further, for fear of losing my grip, and losing the toy. I had no idea how the hell you solved something like that, even if we weren’t both completely lost to drone. How much was actually in him? 10 inches? 12? My vision was so hazy, it was honestly hard to tell. However much it was, it was fucking impressive to me. I was sure I couldn’t take anything like that much, but fuck knows I wanted to try. I felt something inside me. A twinge of frustration, of anger. I found myself pulling the dildo almost all the way out, then slammed it back in, making Jesse shout out even louder. I took my hand from his hip and curled it up in his hair, yanking on it tightly as I pounded his ass a second time. He yelled again, but still, he never said a word of complaint. Just ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck’, over and over as I rammed him deep and hard. I wanted to ruin him, but even more, I wanted to be ruined in the same way. For the first time in awhile, I could feel my cock hardening a little. My arm started to ache, and Jesse had been reduced to a whimpering mess, barely moving under my abuse. I let the dildo slip entirely from him, and stroked one hand through his hair, and the other over his ass. It took him a minute to realize that it was over, but eventually, he pushed himself up and turned to face me. I only had a second to notice the teary eyes, before his mouth was on mine. He rammed into me with such a force that we both went over, toppling to the floor, kissing and holding each other. When we broke apart, I could see the worry and panic back on Jesse’s face, but I knew what do say. “You’re okay.” I stroked a hand over his cheek and into his hair. “We’re okay.” He grinned wide, nodded, and we kissed again. ~~~ ‘POP-POP-POP-POP’ followed by “Holy fucking fuck!” from Jesse was an odd and hysterical combination of sounds. I’d just pulled a set of anal beads from his ass, yanking them out like I was trying to start an old fashioned lawn mower, instead of taking it slow like I had the previous two times. He laid beneath me on the sofa, squirming and bucking his hips and grinning from ear to ear as he dealt with the sensation that I could barely even imagine. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He kept saying, practically mouthing the words and barely speaking above a whisper. I knelt down and grabbed a nearby dildo, and started shoving it into him, delighting in the moan he let out. It was a chunky lump of black silicone, shaped like a veiny dick, and one that I recognised from being in Jesse and Reese’s room - they weren’t very good at keeping their toys stored somewhere out of sight. I’d got Jesse’s ass pretty damn messed up by this point, but even still, he wasn’t able to take a huge amount of this beast. There was a knock at the door, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Who the fuck is that?!” I said. The clock on the oven in the kitchenette told me that it had already gone eleven. That was a shock in itself. “What? It’s Raff, dickhead!” Jesse laughed, and memories of my brief conversation with Raff came flooding back to me. “The guy who told you to shove that up me, remember?” He pushed against the dildo in my hand and his ass - remembering Raff had apparently made me forget that I was doing that. “Go open the door.” “Oh shit, I forgot about him!” I let the toy slide out of Jesse then got up and shot into my room, rummaging around for clothes. “How’d he even get in the building?” Our apartment block wasn’t supposed to be accessible without a key, but at the same time, our neighbours were assholes. “What’re you doing?!” Jesse called after me. “Getting dressed!” I said as I threw on a pair of cargo shorts and a black vest. “Why?” He said as he went past my room, still completely naked. I heard the front door open, and then the sound of someone letting out a whistle. I stuck my head out my bedroom door, horrified that Jesse might have just opened the door on a random neighbour while completely naked, covered in lube, and flying like a kite. But it was Raff. It was unmistakably Raff. In the hallway, a huge black guy - in a black lycra top and black sweatpants, baseball cap on his head as I saw earlier - had my housemate pinned to the wall, one big hand on each little shoulder, mouths clamped together in a kiss that looked more like some beast eating his prey. Without stopping, Raff used his foot to kick the door closed behind him. Jesse’s hands were running up and down Raff’s chest. Raff’s shirt was so tight, every muscle could be seen underneath it, and there were a lot of them. Huge shoulders, bulging pecs, and abs that looked like they could block bullets. He had a bag slung over one shoulder, which rattled as he moved. “Holy fuck, boy.” Raff said, when they finally broke apart. “Are you even gonna survive this? Do you know just how fucked you’re about to get?” Jesse didn’t speak, but he clearly couldn’t control his excitement, which was painted on his face with a massive grin. Jesse nodded towards me; I was honestly surprised he’d remembered I was here. I’m not sure I would have if our positions were reversed. Raff looked at me, then smirked. “Hey there, mophead.” He said, letting go of Jesse and walking down the hall to me. He raised a hand, and I thought he was going in for a handshake. Instead, he grabbed my vest and balled it up in a fist, yanking it upwards, practically tearing it off me. As I struggled to take it off entirely, I felt his hand undo the button of my cargo shorts, causing the baggy clothing to drop straight to the floor, leaving me naked once again. “You didn’t have to get dressed up just for me.” He said, then went past me into the front room. I didn’t know what to think. Jesse obviously knew Raff, but he was a complete stranger to me, and he had just strolled into our flat and immediately taken complete control of both of us. I wasn’t so fucked up that I couldn’t hear the alarm bells here. Unfortunately, that would be the last time I could say that about the weekend. Jesse came up to me and took me by the hand. He must have known I was worried, because he squeezed it, kissed me on the cheek, then pulled me into the main room. “I’m just gonna add a little extra spice.” Raff said. He was standing at the mirror, holding something just above the pile of drone, his bag discarded by his feet. We came up behind him to see what he was doing. The thing in his hand wasn’t a baggie like the drone baggies Jesse had. I later realized that it was a square cut from some sort of gay porn magazine - there was an image of a guy hanging in elaborate ropework, getting fucked by a tattooed guy. It was folded up around a white powder, though I could tell at a glance that it wasn’t drone. While drone looked more like salt, this stuff looked more dusty, like talcum powder. “Speed.” Raff answered the unasked question. “Nothing too heavy - it’ll just help clear your brains up a little, make sure you don’t forget me again.” He smirked at me, and I blushed. “You could hear us?” I asked, as he used the card to mix the two drugs in with each other, and began racking up lines. “Well yeah, you were shouting.” “We were?!” Jesse and I both shouted in unison, making Raff laugh. This made us laugh, and suddenly, I was feeling a little less tense. Raff had created four lines, BIG lines, on the mirror. “I had a bit before I came, but clearly I’m playing catch up.” He told us, before snorting the first two lines himself, then handed the straw to Jesse. He hoovered up his so fast I was impressed he didn’t get whiplash, then handed the straw to me. I didn’t think I took too long in snorting my line. I only paused briefly to see if there was any difference between pure drone and this new mix, but it felt more or less the same, at least in my nose. However, when I turned round, the scene had already escalated. The black lycra top was thrown over the sofa, and Jesse’s head was level with one of Raff’s pecs, his mouth busy working the nip. Raff held Jesse in one arm, and with the other, he beckoned to me. I must have lost all focus for a minute, as I was suddenly in the same position as Jesse on the other pec, licking and sucking and biting at him, and I couldn’t remember crossing the room to get to it. The heat of Raff’s arm around me, and the feel of him holding me and Jesse together in his arms was incredible. “Good boys.” Raff purred in his deep voice. “Two tweaking little twinks for the price of one. Some fucked up God must be smiling down on me.” “Now, let’s see if this little mop can do what he’s told.” Shortly after Raff said this, I heard Jesse whimpering. I didn’t need to open my eyes to work out that several of Raff’s fingers were sliding in and out of Jesse’s ass. “Oh yeah, that’s good and slick. You better be grateful to your friend, Jesse, he’s made sure you’re going to get exactly the fucking you want.” He let go of both us, and stepped away from me, towards Jesse. Taking one of Jesse’s nipples in each hand, he began twisting and pulling at them as he continued talking. “He deserves a reward, don’t you think?” Jesse nodded. “Maybe I should fuck him instead of you?” A thrill went through me, and I was suddenly certain that that was exactly what I wanted, but Jesse clearly didn’t agree. “No!” He whimpered, pressing himself up against Raff, kissing at his chest and neck. “Please no! I need it. I really fucking need it. Please…” Raff laughed and took Jesse by the shoulders, pushing him away. “Alright, alright. Not that. But something…” Raff looked at me. His eyes looked thoughtful, but his smirk couldn’t hide the fact that he knew exactly what he was doing. “I know… Go kneel down in front of the sofa, Mop. Jesse, sit next to him and be ready to hold him down.” With his orders issued, Raff went over to his bag as we obeyed. I felt nervous, but I pointed my ass up and out towards Raff. I assumed that that was what he needed access to. “What are you going to do?” I asked. “Don’t worry. If you like the drone, you’re going to fucking love this.” Raff replied. He was right behind me with his bag, kneeling down behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw him take some things out. I recognized one item as a buttplug - big, but hardly hole wrecking. I doubted it looked like anything in comparison to Raff’s cock. Whatever the other thing was, it made Jesse gasp. “Is that…?” “Fuck yeah, it is.” Raff answered. It was a baggie of something, but I couldn’t see what. “You get my cock first, so he gets to feel T first. It’s only fair, right? Hold him down.” Suddenly, Jesse’s weight was on top of me, pinning me to the sofa. I felt a tiny surge of panic, and began to protest, but I felt Raff’s hand stroke my ass. “Don’t worry, kid. Jesse’s not going to let anything bad happen to you. Right, Jesse?” Jesse agreed. “This shit will blow your mind. It’s just, it’ll hurt a little going in, and I don’t want you squirming. Just trust us, okay? Just relax.” They let me compose myself. Jesse whispered sweet nothings in my ear about how ‘fucking hot’ and ‘lucky’ I was, while Raff teased my hole with his fingers, which he lubed up and began to slip into me. He was gentler about it than I had expected, taking his time and slowly pushing deeper, stretching me out. It felt incredible, and I lost myself in the sensation. “Alright…” Raff said softly, after what might have been minutes or days of him playing with my hole. “This next bit will hurt for a few minutes, but after that, you’ll be seeing stars. You ready?” I told him that I was, and even pushed my ass towards him to prove it. I honestly wasn’t even thinking about what was coming next. I really just wanted him to continue teasing my hole. There was a horrible sensation as his fingers withdrew, but I bit my lip and waited. “Just a little one for now.” Raff said. “We don’t want him melting away instantly now, do we?” Jesse laughed at this, then I felt fingers back at my hole. I suddenly understood why Jesse had to hold me down. Raff was pushing something into my hole, and it wasn’t the buttplug I’d seen. It felt sharp, and despite what Raff had said, it didn’t seem small at all. My hole suddenly felt itchy and tingling, which was not a good feeling at all. As predicted, I struggled against Jesse, but he kept me in place, still whispering words of encouragement. I whimpered into the sofa pillows. When Raff’s fingers had pushed the ‘T’ as far as it would go, he withdrew again. Instinctively, I tried to push whatever it was back out of my ass, but I quickly realized that that was what the plug was for. I felt it against my hole as Raff pushed it in. It sunk in deep and hit the sharp thing, pushing that further still into me. I felt my hole close around the stem of the plug, and knew that it was fully inside of me. “Keep him still.” Raff instructed Jesse. “Till we know it’s going to stay in.” A few minutes passed in relative silence, before Jesse finally climbed off of me. “How you doing, mophead?” Raff asked. I pushed myself up off the sofa, and instantly, I was gone. Image from Raff’s wrap: https://imgur.com/a/lSnztnP

Had a young black top over last Sunday afternoon. We've played about 3-4 times a year for the last few years. Horse hung and handsome and sweet as pie. Polite. Strong, tall and aggressive. Loves to fuck. Always puts me on my back within 5 minutes of arriving and pushes his big dick slowly into my hole. I always need a few minutes to stretch out for him but once i'm ready he fucks me deep and shoots within 5-10 minutes. Love a man that shoots his first load quickly so we can relax and use it as lube for the next hour. This was our best fuck yet. I was super relaxed, my hole was very very receptive and open and took care of his cock for a good 90 minutes. After his first load he fucked me something fierce. Love spending time with him. Can't wait til the next time. Then on Tuesday another hot black fuckbud came over. This guy is older and while not as hung as the young man above he is an excellent ass fucker. Loves to kiss and caress my whole body. 60 minutes later i get his hot load in my hole. Love sex with him. I love sex with black men.

Bit of a late update as this was last Sunday... Went to SOP had a great time: Fucked one guy in the sling fairly early on but switched places with another top as I didn't want to cum that early on. Spent some time in the sling myself - had a couple of guys take turns while a third soaked us. That was hot. Then the dark room emptied out for a bit and I was deliberating between being patient and staying put or getting another drink. I stayed put and was rewarded by a short muscled guy who had a quick play but came back a couple of minutes later and used his hands to really stretch my hole out. I guessed he liked it loose... anyway he rubbered up and began fucking but paused after a bit and I noticed something a bit different and realised he'd removed the condom. He took a while to shoot and we'd drawn attention from a few guys, which I like as I enjoy guys watching and - even better - participating. One of these guys, a black guy then rimmed and feltched me - which I was in two minds about as I wanted to keep the load inside. He must've read my mind as he switched and pressed his cock against my now slightly sore hole. One hit of poppers and I used the sling to push myself onto him a bit - he took the hint and in a moment he was all inside. And he knew what he was doing... It ended up being one of those occasions were I came from being fucked coincidentally with the top. It was pretty intense. I remember getting out of the sling and still being a bit wobbly after the orgasm. SOP can be hit or miss for me, but that was one of the better ones.

I do too nd I just love seed in my mputh too. I often spend lunchtime at a video booth sucking whatever cock comes through the hole who needs lunch when you can suck the marrow out of four or five cocks. It also horns me up so I get srraight home and straight online to get fucked. Perfect day!

Met a guy last week at the tubs. He went crazy on my hole, but used a condom. He asked me where I lived, we live not too far from each other. He asked for my number and he texted me yesterday. He's a married Latin guy, with a son. On the DL. He was just here, and bred my hole. First we made out. Then he sucked my nipples. I sucked his uncut cock, he fucked my face then we made out some more. I bent over and he dropped to his knees, he spread my cheeks apart hard then put two fingers from each hand on each side of my hole and pulled it as far open as he could, and then proceeded to hungrily eat my hole. He gave me love bites all over my beefy ass cheeks, down both legs and down my calves. I pushed my hole out and he buried his face between my cheeks again, took my inner hole in his lips and sucked hard pulling it into his mouth. He loved pulling my ass cheeks apart and looking at my hole, licking it again, before he plunged his tongue back in and gobbling it up again, then pulling back again looking at my hole, slapping my ass. This went on for a while. I wasn't sure if he was going to fuck me raw but he didn't hesitate and slid it right in. He did that for awhile then he got on the bed with his rock hard cock pointing in the air. He asked me to fuck myself on his cock. I climbed on and rode his cock. he pumped his cock in and out of my hole. I moved my feet to each side of him and raised ten lowered my hole, over and over onto his cock. I leaned back so he could see his cock slide in and out as I fucked myself on his rock hard pole. We did that for a while when suddenly he rolled me over on my side, slid it back in and began to fuck my hole hard. Then he shot a huge load in me, that seemed to go on and on. hole so happy

Hole its either a virgin hole or nothing big or just started fucking Boy hole been fuck and needs lube to get in as it is tight to get in, its lips are starting to deform from use. Boy cunt just stip and enter with a dick and the hole is loose and the lips of the hole are deformed outward and its shape starts to look like a woman cunt oblong and has just started to be fisted. Man cunt very deformed lips are hanging out and are always open just stick your dick in and fuck as it is so loose from being fisted and large objects. Mr. Jackson tells us the boy in the back has been spreading rumors about his product not being safe. He wants to show him how good it is and to make a few movies with him. We take him to the room with the rubber covered mattress and start the cameras rolling. Once naked we get a good look at him, about 5ft9 145 LBS. with a really well-defined body, he is still handcuffed and with a ball gage in. He is fighting us so we are told to get him under control so we give him some Anxiolytics not enough to knock him out but enough so he is easy to control and see what we have here. As I spread his ass cheeks we say jackpot and it is a perfect virgin hole very tight. Mr.Jackson I will leave you boys alone with him as he takes our chastity devices off and says don't let him leave hear with our family blood in him. What a treat we have here as we can do anything we want and have all the tools to turn him into what every boy should experience at least once in his life. It does not take long for me and my brother to come up with a play as soon the drug will wear off so we have to make him hungry for Toxic POZ loads. As I spread his cheeks again that pretty virgin hole is just screaming as my brother works his dry finger in and then finds a nice big shard of Mr.Jackson high strength Tina and let it melt inside as the drugs ware off. He is 3/4 awake and complains that his hole is burning inside and he is thirsty LOL we tell him the water taste like shit so we give him some juice and you know its lace with Mr.Jackson new formula for GHB. He is awake as my brother is working his hole over and he is not fighting us but seems to like the feel of a finger in and out. I'm so hard and want to rape that hole as my brother shoes me his finger and I see blood on it so he is ready, so I tie off his arm and when he sees that needle he says he does not do drugs but you like the way your hole feels? He says YES and I say this will make your whole body feel like it. I see the flash of blood as this is a very lite slam and he is coughing just a little as he goes bug-eyed, I won the bet with my brother and I get to be the first one. You talk about high I'm not a porn star just an 8-inch dick he is not fighting me it is just a very tight hole and he is in a lot of pain but I don't care as I finally get my dick in with the P.A. As I'm in my brother is giving him poppers and I can feel the effect on his hole open up more. I have not cum in weeks so it's very hard for me not to shoot my load in as my brother is tweaking my nipples to get me to cum so he can get in. I'm balls deep as I feel my dick pumping toxic loads in his hole and I'm still hard and I want my P.A. to scrape in my seed into him. As soon as I'm off my brother jumps in and is slam fucking him as I hear my brother balls slam against him. I offer my dick to this boy with its covered cum and blood and like a natural, his mouth opens and is sucking my dick like a baby sucks their mother's tit. This is so beautiful a spit-roasted virgin who is begging for more as his hole has now graduated to a boy hole and before he leaves he will have boy cunt.

I just received a hard fuck from a black guy who hit me up on Grindr. His posting said he was traveling through my location in Texas, en route to California, and was looking to earn some gas money. We chatted for a bit, and eventually I invited him to stop by. He accepted my invitation and while awaiting him I got myself ready, making it a point to prep my hole with my dildo as I hadn't been fucked in several months. When I opened the door I found a 6'2" black guy with an average build but a nine inch thick cock. As the door closed behind him, I dropped straight to my knees, extracting his cock from his shorts, deep-throating him a bit, and earning a deep moan of pleasure from him. "I wanna rim you," he announced. Getting to my feet, I turned around, bent over, and spread my butt cheeks. He dove right in. HOLY SHIT! His tongue felt great as for the next 15 minutes he gave me an excellent rim job. After which he stood, and rubbed his cockhead on my hole. "The condoms and lube are on the table," I announced, now in a kneeling position. "Spit works better," he responded as he pressed his huge cock into my hole. I yelped as I wasn't ready, but rather than withdraw, he reached under my body, grabbed my nipples, twisting them as he sunk his cock into my ass. At that point my only choice was to take a deep hit of poppers and just take it. He bottomed out, balls-deep. It was then I realized he wasn't using a condom, and I exclaimed "What about the condom?" His response was non-negotiable: "I'm not taking it out now." Instead he worked his cock even more deeply into my ass, pounding away for several minutes until he withdrew, dropped onto his back, ordering me to sit on his cock. Crouching over his pole, my legs straddling his waist, I slowly lowering my hole onto his cock. I was half way down when he deliberately jostled my left leg, causing me to slide down onto his cock just as he thrust upwards, causing my ass to take his entire nine inch, thick fucking cock balls-deep. I screamed in genuine pain, where upon he stuffed my t-shirt into my mouth. Later he mercifully told me to take several more hits of poppers with the result he had me enthusiastically bouncing up and down on his cock, working his pole as I grunted "Breed me, man, give me your load." He answered my demand by blowing a huge load deep into my ass, after which time he continued fucking me, working his cum into a lather. Fuck, it was a fuckin' hot session - and I didn't even cum! I was completely satisfied having been well-fucked.

* continued I finally get done with my trucker boys I had been entertaining and get them on down the road including Bob... I have a new friend Bob's pretty groovy! So I take Levi's Mountain Dew colored water and bounce up to his back door, cum dripping down both legs like a faucet that won't shut off, and there's a note for me. "Tawnie I had to run to town and take care of a few things, I'll be back by 9:00 tonight" I look at my phone its 5:30 I think, hmmm.... I continue reading the note. "Don't worry gurl I may have locked you out of house but I left you an option I think you might like! Look behind you, see the Bamboo Thicket there? There is a trail that goes on the left side of it go around there and you'll be at a little building I've got out there, the door's unlocked go inside make yourself at home. Anything in there is yours as long as you want to hang out. I hope you'll be there when I return!" Hmmm, well I don't have anything else going on I'm still dripping cum like a running faucet so I think well I'll go in there check it out! I find the trail and go around and find the building. It's a good sized little building probably about the size of an efficiency apartment and there's a trail splitting and going off down two different directions from the building. I kinda take a peek down them but don't see much; although I can hear traffic down one of them... I check the door knob and it's unlocked and I go inside to a dark and very cool room. Once inside I can hear an air conditioner running and I look around in he dim light and noticed there are no windows; Interesting... Off to one side there's a little table like desk area with a laptop on it and it's on. I can't quite make out the screen yet but I'll get there in a second I'm checking out the rest of this place. As my eyes adjust to the darkness of the rest of the room I start making out things. There's what appears to be a Fuck Bench I think, and then there's a sling by another door with a sign over top of it says "the sEx cAvE" "Oh wow what if I stumbled into I'm thinking" I think Levi was right I'm going to like this place! I keep looking around and there's a little bathroom over in the other corner with a door for privacy. And a little kitchenette area.... *to be continued

Was in Denver the weekend of Easter for a conference most of the weekend. I had time off work so got there last Wednesday afternoon. I’d placed bbrt ad and had approved 42 guys. Turned out be a bit of a disappointment. It had started to snow as I had gotten into town. After I had prepped, I sent out the usual email of which hotel and room. I will hand it to the handful of guys who did take the time to email saying they couldn’t make it either to last minute business trips or due to the snow. In the end I got 11 loads from 6 guys. First was a young, heavy set black guy with a thick, stubby cock. He really loved my ass and loaded me good. Next was a sexy, furry Latino. As I was sucking him, a middle aged, athletic guy showed. They took turns fucking me. An older silver fox showed while this was going on. He hung out in the back, watching and stroking. Athletic guy eventually bred me and silver fox slid in. As he was fucking me, Latino shot his load in my mouth. As those two left, silver fox kept fucking. But he was having problems staying hard. He said it takes him quite a while to cum and hoped others would show. After about 5min of awkward silence, he finally left. Next up was a fit black guy with a nice thick cock with a wicked cum. He was doing things to my ass and hitting all sorts of buttons. Part way through, a Latino papi and a Middle Eastern guy show up, get naked and join us on the bed. They all start taking turns on my ass and mouth. At one point I’m on my back, legs being held back by papi, as I eat his ass, while getting fucked by BBC. BBC finally cums deep and ME guy slides in. Him and papi take turns fucking me with papi giving me two loads. We take a short break and I start riding papi’s hard cock again. I have ME come up behind me and have him slide in along with papi’s cock. My second time ever being DP’d and it felt amazing. It felt great to ME as he finally dumped his load in me. We chatted for a bit and found out ME had bred me on my trip to Vegas in Dec. After he left, papi and I played. Him dumping a few loads in me. Me fucking him for a bit. All the while checking bbrt and a4a. A early 20s white kid hit me up saying he finally got into town and wanted to swing by. Gave him the info and he showed up. Had a decent cock on him. We fucked around and ended with me riding him hard to get his load. He hung around and watched papi fill me with the final two loads. All in all, it wasn’t a bad night but not like how I had wished.

Part 6 Although it was his intent to try to get some rest before the big night ahead, Rob was just too horned up to do so. He paced around his hotel room like a caged animal waiting for his next meal. He did manage, through the use of a cold shower, to get his raging cock to go down long enough to remove the cock ring which helped some. He understood how it made his cock standout in the gear but it was starting to hurt after a couple hours of wearing it and he wanted his cock and balls to swing free. He could literally feel the cum building inside. His hormones were raging so hard he couldn’t think straight. Whatever pussy boy bottom got the first load of the night, was going to have their ass flooded for sure. To kill a little time he worked to add the new pictures of himself to his Grindr, A4A and BBRT profiles. His phone was going crazy with messages as he made the updates. The new pics were certainly drawing additional attention just as he hoped. The whores were going to just have to wait. This was hands-down the best vacation he had ever had and the thought of him having sex constantly for the next week was driving him crazy. The clock seemed to be moving so slowly. Finally it was time to leave and meet Nick at the leather store. He put on his gear and checked himself out in the mirror. “You are one hot mother-fucker!” The reflection in the mirror smiled in agreement. Rob threw on a pair of basketball shorts and an oversized T-shirt and headed to the elevator. At first he thought he might be out of place in shorts and black boots as he walked through the crowds on Bourbon Street, but Nick was right, there was a little bit of everything and he just blended in with the crowd. He arrived at “Master’s Nick’s” a few minutes before 10. Nick smiled as Rob entered the store “Right on time: you must be ready to play!” “You know it!” replied Rob. “Let’s go then, my car is at the loading dock in back, we can cut thru the store.” Nick pointed to the new black BMW and said “Hop in!” “This is a nice car man; the store must do a lot of business for you to be able to afford a ride like this.” Nick smirked and replied, “I actually have a couple of businesses that do quite well; the leather store is just the tip of the iceberg.” As they drove through the streets, Nick explained that sometimes the group had special themes to keep things interesting at the parties but tonight was just a basic gangbang with several bottoms lined up for use. “You are free to play with whoever you want, but the dedicated bound bottoms will be at stations across the play area; they’ll be naked and will all have a pink woven band on their ankle so there is no confusion.” “Speaking of bands, as a guest they will give you a black and blue arm band to identify you,” explained Nick. “It help guys to notice you and welcome you to the party; it’s also a signal with the blue stripe that you are a Top and they shouldn’t try to push you to do anything you don’t want to do.” “Wow, Nick it sounds like there’s a lot of organization and detail that goes into these parties,” replied Rob. “There is, but we have been doing these parties for a long time and we have found the details help insure everyone has a good time.” Nick then explained some of the etiquette about not hogging a bottom for a long time and how to rotate around the room. “Oh, I almost forgot one great perk as a guest; that arm band acts almost like an express pass at an amusement park and if there is a big group waiting to use a bottom it gets you to the front of the line to ride first.” Rob laughed “Well in that case I will make sure I wear that band prominently over my bicep all night!” The car pulled up to a security shack at the entrance to a fenced yard next to a large warehouse. Nick rolled down his window and waved to the guard. “ Good evening Billy, I think we are going to have a crowd tonight; when you get done with your shift feel free to come in for a little fun before you go home.” Billy nodded; hit the button to open the gate and waved Nick and Rob through. “I don’t know what I expected, but this warehouse is quite a big structure; how guys are going to be at this party?” “This is a working warehouse; we only use a small portion of it for parties and events.” “We actually utilize most of the space to store stock for the store and run our internet businesses. There are offices inside for some the internet group and even a small gym so they can work out because they spend so much time here.” Rob got a surprised look on his face and said, “That is a great perk; wish I had a gym that was so convenient back home.” Nick pulled his car into a reserved spot near a side door, turned off the engine and popped open the trunk. As they got out of the car, Nick walked to the back of the car and said “I’m going to leave some of my stuff in the car that way I don’t have to mess with picking it up later; you are welcome to do the same.” He then stripped off his shirt and jogging pants to reveal a leather vest and laced leather football shorts. Rob stared a little, he had figured Nick had a good build from when they met at the store, but it was obvious his normal clothes hid a lot. He then followed Nick’s lead and stripped down to the gear he had purchased earlier in the day and laid his the extra clothes in the trunk. “Ready? – Let’s go.” Once inside, they walked up to a counter area and as Nick had mentioned earlier in the day, the guest application was ready and waiting. Rob signed the waiver without reading it and was handed the black and blue arm band that Nick had earlier described. He stretched the band over his right bicep as the staff member at the counter clicked the door lock to let them enter the party area. Rob couldn’t believe his eyes; this place was like something in his wildest fantasies. There was already a crowd and the smell of sex was in the air. With the lighting and music playing Rob felt like he had stepped into a porn movie. The first thing he noticed was a boy in a box right inside the door. All you could see was his head sticking out of a hole in the top. The boy’s head was right at crotch level. Seeing the surprised look on Rob’s face, Nick explained, “Oh that’s the greeter for this evening, feel free to use its mouth to get yourself slicked up and ready; if you need a fluffer later between loads feel free to partake of its mouth again as well.” “Awesome!” Rob removed the cod piece and stuck his cock in the open mouth. Nick took the neoprene piece from Rob and said “Let me run this out to the car; it looks like you won’t be wearing it tonight.” Rod was enjoying the mouth on his cock when Nick returned. “Let me show around.” The tour started at the refreshment stand. “This is kind of a hub of activity around here,” stated Nick. “You can get a drink, any enhancement you may want, it’s an open bar that comes with admission.” “You can get condoms here too but they aren’t necessary to play; hardly anyone uses them at these parties.” “This is also where we gather the feedback on the bottoms’ performances.” Nick pointed to a couple of tablets at the end of the bar, “ After you have used a bottom please give us some feedback on their performance; things like whether they were tight enough for you, whether they coaxed a load out of you and how enthusiastic they were in serving you, whether you felt any teeth etc. etc.“ “We use the feedback for future parties to determine whether to use a bottom again and also to identify their strengths and weaknesses so we know what activity to assign them to.” Nick grabbed one of the tablets and hit the menu icon. “The tablets also have this useful feature to search where a particular bottom is located.” He pressed another button and some face and ass pictures came up. Nick showed Rob the screen and asked “See anything of interest?” Rob pointed to a young looking red-headed jock with a smooth bubble ass, “What about him?” Nick hit the pic and the screen indicated he was currently at fuck bench #2. “Good choice, he’s very popular; you can see from the feedback that the Tops love the way he moans and begs for cock." "Grab a drink and follow me.” Nick winked at the bartender as Rob ordered a Jack and Coke just so he knew to add just enough XTC and Viagra to keep Rob “enthused” and in a party mood. With drinks in hand, the pair wandered back further into the party. As they walked Nick pointed to the right, “Over there is the wet area if you need to take a piss. We try to keep any water sports activity back there.” “There are always a couple of bottoms stationed there to drink your piss or wherever else you might want to put it.” One thing Rob noticed is that there were a lot of large screens showing porn throughout the space. ”What’s up with all the porn playing," asked Rob; “seems like you’d just want it in one area if people wanted to take a break from the sex versus having them everywhere.” Nick chuckled, “I guess it technically is porn, but in reality we have closed-circuit cameras at all the play areas; what you are seeing is live action of what is happening in that area.” “It helps people locate activities they want to participate in as well as giving people a birds eye view of the action in case they can’t get close enough to fully appreciate it.” Nick pointed to left, “ See that screen there?, see the caption says fuck bench #2; that’s your ginger bottom being fucked by that big bear right now.” They made their way to fuck bench #2 and sure enough a large hairy bear of a guy was pounding the hell out of the ginger’s ass. His moans were somewhat muffled since his mouth was filled with big black cock of another party attendee. “Gentlemen, we have a visitor here, how about letting him use this bottom to dump his first load of the night?” announced Nick as they walked up to bound bottom. The cocks were removed from both ends and the crowd formed a circle around the fuck bench. “He’s all yours- if you need me for anything just ask around; anyone with a red bicep band is on staff they can find me.” “Have fun!” With that, Nick walked away into the crowd. Rob stepped up to the red head’s upturned and spread ass and aimed his cock at the winking pink hole. He still looked fairly tight despite the pounding he was taking when they had walked up. He stuck two fingers in the hole and the bottom moaned and cried out “Please fuck me!” The ass didn’t seem to be flooded with cum yet. Rob glanced down and saw a bottle labeled “T Lube”. He squirted some in his palm and coated his cock. He squirted a small amount more onto the hole in front of him and roughly worked it in with his fingers. With one stroke he buried his cock balls deep in the ginger’s pink hole. “Time to flood this hole,” shouted Rob. The bottom cried out in ecstasy. The surrounding audience cheered.

I think breeding zone should make their own Craigslist. How am I going to be Blindfolded and be a No load refused slut anymore ? Bbrt is okay but Craigslist was hot because I didn't even get a description of the men who would come and use me. Super bummed

Part 4 The directions to “Master Nick’s” were pretty simple. Rob strolled down Bourbon Street until he saw the adult video arcade the bartender had mentioned and he took a left at the next cross street. Two more blocks and there it was there on the corner. There was quite a bit of foot traffic in this area and the store had a big display window, so it was a legit business for sure. He walked in the door and stopped dead in his tracks. “Wow, he thought; “I have never seen so much gear in one place”. He didn’t know where to begin. He started aimlessly wandering around the store. However as soon as he realized that all eyes were staring at him he snapped back to his usual self. “Of course all these cocksuckers want me,” he mused “look at them following me around wanting my big cock”. When he stopped to examine some leather cuffs, an obvious pussy boy appeared a few feet away and put his hands into some heavy metal manacles hanging on display and licked his lips. On the other side of him was another guy running his hands up and down a huge dildo with the same sex crazed look in his eyes. Suddenly there was a voice behind him. “Can I help you find something Sir?” It startled him but as he turned to respond, a sneer immediately came to Rob’s face. The store clerk standing there was old enough to be his grandfather. He looked a lot like the effeminate leather queens from his hometown bar - weathered and wrinkled. It was obvious in Rob’s mind that the guy had years of experience as a cum dump. This guy had no pecs, the leather harness over his t-shirt hung loosely over his flat chest, and the leather chaps he wore over his jeans did nothing but make his ass look soft and flabby. The clerk continued, “My name is Jerry, I be happy to help you find the right fit. We have a couple dressing rooms back there for you to use try things on.” Rob glanced to the back of the store and saw the curtained booths that Jerry was referencing. There were already a couple of other store patrons back there loitering around. Rob’s immediate thought was, “Certainly those whores are just back there to try to get a quick peek of something they are never going to get.” Rob just shook his head in disgust and said he’d be fine on his own. That comment didn’t seem to faze Jerry at all and he kept closely following Rob through the store. He continuously asked Rob if he needed to try on something. In reality Rob did want to try some of this gear; that was the whole point shopping here. He wanted a fit that would accentuate his muscles and make all the bottoms weak in the knees. He just didn’t want give this slut the pleasure of serving him. “Hey Jerry, can you help those guys over there by the slings, they have a couple of questions?” boomed a deep voice behind Rob. Jerry nodded and went over to the slings as requested. “Sorry about that dude, Jerry gets a little carried away with his fantasies sometimes when he sees a guy like you.” Rob turned, and standing there was a tall built masculine guy about his height. Although he was probably five to ten years older than himself, Rob could tell the man spent some serious time at the gym. The man extended his hand and said “My name is Nick”. Rick firmly shook his hand. “I’m Rob. You’re Nick as in Master Nick? “ Nick chuckled and said “That’s me, I’m the owner. I’m sorry again if Jerry was bothering you, if you find something you like here I’ll give you a discount for the trouble.” “This place can be a little overwhelming; can I help you find something?”. Rob explained to Nick that his first priority was to find some items that showed off his body and that he had some bad experiences in the past ordering things on the internet. “Do you want leather, latex, rubber or what…?” “I’m not sure where to start, but I probably want a couple of jocks as well” Rob replied as he grabbed a hanger with a red jock on it. Nick started roaring with laughter “Oh, you don’t want that jock, look at the back!” Rob actually blushed as he looked at the back strap and saw the words “FUCK ME” written in big block letters. Nick took the jock from Rob’s hand, hung it back on the rack and stated “Dominate Tops like you and I wouldn’t be caught dead in something like that.” “Let me pull a few different things I think you’ll like and that will have all the bottom boys worshipping at your feet.” Within five minutes Nick had a handful of items and beckoned to Rob to follow him. ”Let’s get you into these and see what you think – follow me”. The two walked back towards the changing booths, but once they reached them, Nick continued a few more feet to a large door, reached for his key ring on his belt and unlocked the door. He motioned to Rob to follow. Rob obliged but as he reached the door he asked “What’s back here?” Nick explained that this area contained some of the larger bondage equipment and that it was used for customer demonstrations as well. “I thought you’d appreciate some privacy since you’ve had an audience from the moment you walked in.” “We also have some bigger mirrors back here so it will be easier for you to see how you look.“ When Rob saw the bondage table, fuck bench, wooden stocks as well as assorted cages and slings he asked “Why do you keep the door locked, I bet customers would love to see this stuff?”. “I personally was actually thinking of getting some things like this for the basement of the house I rent.” Nick smiled - “Well this equipment is for sale if you are interested, we discount it because it’s been used for demos, but to answer your question about the locked door – we had issues in the past with guys going to the changing booths on the pretense of trying on clothes and they then would sneak back here and play unsupervised.” “We had a couple guys that didn’t know what they were doing and they got hurt.” “It’s not intuitive for guys that aren’t Dom’s like us as to how to use this stuff.” “Anyway, the insurance company suggested that we keep the area locked when we weren’t using it for supervised demos, classes or events.” Nick handed Rob a pair of leather pants and a harness and then pointed to a door along the side wall. “Here try these on; you can use the bathroom over there.” “There is no mirror inside but you but you can step out here in the main room to see how you look – Don’t worry your friend Jerry can’t come in and molest you or anything, I relocked the back entrance.” As Rob took the gear and headed to change, Nick walked over to a laptop sitting on nearby desk and clicked on an icon. Soon the screen was filled with the image of Rob removing his clothes. Nick smiled knowing that Rob’s smooth chiseled chest, abs and ass would look good on film. Rob’s big cock and low hanging balls would certainly drive up his popularity. Rob emerged from the bathroom and smiled broadly as he saw himself in the mirror. You could hear the excitement in his voice as he exclaimed “This is what I was talking about; I look hot!” Nick nodded in agreement and walked over to Rob to adjust the harness. Ron cocked his head as he noticed the difference in how much better he looked from that simple adjustment. Nick said, “Looks good but let me show something: Take that harness off and put on this one”. Rob quickly obliged and stepped back to see the difference. “This is more of a half harness; see how the way the cut shows off your pecs more?” asked Nick. “Oh yeah, this is much better!” exclaimed Rob. “I’m sorry I am sweating all over the place, I must be turning myself on.” “Actually,” replied Nick; "it is a lot warmer back here than the front of the store, we don’t pump the AC up as much in this area unless there is something going on with a crowd”. With that Nick walked over to a nearby water fountain and took a drink.” Rob walked over to the fountain as well and took a deep drink. As he finished drinking, he grimaced and turned to Nick to say “Your water has a funny taste to it, almost medicinal.” “Yeah, I forgot you aren’t from here and don’t have much experience with the local tap water.” “The last hurricane that hit the area did some major damage to the utility infrastructure; they have to add a lot of chemicals to our drinking water.” “Believe it or not, that water fountain actually has some extra features to try to help enhance the water to make it better.” Nick then continued, “It’s important though to keep yourself hydrated; you wouldn’t believe how many tourists the city gets that drink alcohol all day and quickly end up drunk and collapse from the heat and dehydration.” “They either forget or just don’t realize how much alcohol dehydrates a person.” A lightbulb went off in Rob’s head; He was one of those people that had forgotten about the dehydrating effects of the heat, humidity and alcohol. He subsequently leaned down and took another long drink from the fountain. “One perk about the situation though, is it leaves a lot of weakened bottoms, ripe for the picking” chuckled Nick. “Yeah but I don’t ever bottom and that would never happen to me!” responded Rob with a snide tone in his voice. “I don’t either," said Nick; “but for Dom Tops like us, the dehydration can lead to performance problems and makes it harder to cum multiple times when we are looking to play all night.” Rob took another drink of water. Nick hadn’t lied to Rob per se. The fountain did have features to treat the water, but they weren’t anything like a filter for removal of chemicals. On the contrary, when someone pushed the button to get a drink, a small amount of a specially designed chemical mixture was released into the water flow. The purpose was not to reduce inhibitions, but to increase the level of horniness. The blend of pharmaceuticals and botanicals was meant to keep a cock rock hard, increase sexual desire as well increase cum volume. When events were held in the backroom of the store, the drink was affectionately referred to as “Fuck Water”. Based on the amount of water Rob had drunk so far, he would likely be uncontrollably horny for many hours to come. In fact, based on the bulge forming in his leather pants, the Fuck Water was already beginning to work as intended. An idea suddenly came to Rob. He should get a couple of pics of himself in this gear. He could then upload them and update his BBRT profile. That way later tonight, he’d have a whole lineup of hungry bottoms begging to take his cock. Therefore Rob asked “Hey Nick, do you mind if I take a couple of selfies, just to remind myself what I look like in this outfit as I try on others?” “Sure thing bud, I imagine your phone is in the bathroom with your clothes, let me grab it for you”. As Nick returned with Rob’s phone he said “If you want I can take a couple shots for you, that way you can get your whole body in the pic.” Rob nodded in agreement and started to pose. “OK, Rob, first thing though, you need to grab a pair of boots from over there and put them on. The whole scene kind loses its effect with you dressed in leather wearing those flip flops.” After Rob changed, Nick handed Rob his phone and said he needed to unlock it if he wanted some pics. As Rob punched in the passcode, Nick closely watched from behind and committed the code to memory. Nick took a couple of quick pics and then handed Rob a pair of metal handcuffs. “Here, hold these up and dangle them from your finger; now flex and grab that bulge of yours with your other hand”. “Now that is the money shot!” Nick handed the phone to Rob to show him the picture. Rob grinned ear to ear and said, “Hell yeah, those worthless pussy bottoms are going to fight amongst themselves to get fucked hard and rough by me!” Nick looked at Rob and said, “You know if I used a shot like that in some advertising, I’d make a lot of money.” “But now that you have seen yourself in a cruising look, let me show you another look that is a little more functional in a sex party situation.”

After he has cum I love to continue sucking gently until he either pulls away or starts to get hard again. I have had a guy come 3 times in one session that way without ever having my mouth leave his cock. It was fantastic!!. If he does pull away I like to lick his ass until he gets hard again. They either want to fuck me then or shove their cock back down my throat. That's a win win!!

Learned it when I was 17 from the clerk at an AVS who made me suck him in a video booth when there were no other customers around. He closed the shop then and came to my booth. Showed me how to do it and what he liked. He was also the first one to fuck me one of the next times I was there. Always went there around closing time and hung around until the last customer left. Let's say that when I was moving on to cruising the park (after he left to work somewhere else) I was an experienced cocksucker and knew how to take dick up my ass ;-). Loved that guy for showing me the ropes.

PART 5 He continued working on my hole and added a 2nd finger and looked me in the eyes as he told me, “Yeah, I am poz. And I wasn’t joking, I do shoot a really big load when I cum. And I never pull out. And Chris, I want to fuck you full of cum so badly, but if you aren’t sure or it scares you, it’s ok to leave still.” My pulse was racing and it felt like he must be able to hear my heart beat. I was scared. And nervous. And excited. “I am scared. I should be more scared though. But I can’t help it. I want you to fuck me so bad. I do. I want you to.” I whimperedas his fingers worked my hole. Upon hearing me give him permission, he jumped up and grabbed two things, lube and something else in a little brown bottle. I felt his fingers rubbing and working the lube on and in my hole. “I know you have that cum in you, but my cock is pretty thick and is a tight little hole. I want to make sure you can take lots of fucking tonight... we don’t want to wear your hole out too quickly.” I just nodded. I didn’t want it to end early. I didn’t know how much lots of fucking was. I had never gotten fucked twice in a day ever. And now i was about to take my second raw cock in an hour. “Chris, sit up just a little. I have something for you to try. I like them but bottoms love them, and I mean love them. They are called poppers. Totally safe and I promise you will really like it. And they will help you take my big cock inside you.” I kind of knew what they were but wasn’t sure about the whole thing. He took care of that by pushing one nostril closed and holding the bottle under my other nostril while saying, “Take a nice long slow breath. Now two more. Good boy.” A few seconds later and bam, my body was experiencing new ecstasy and I was feeling a hard cock head poking at my hole. “Are you ready to get fucked baby? I have such a nice big poz load to share with you. Do you want it? Do you want me to put my poz cock in your hole?” He was pushing a rubbing against my hole and with the poppers and everything I lost any last control. “Fuck me. PLEASE! Just please fucking fuck me with your poz cock. I do want it. I want it all just like you said.” As I heard myself, I couldn’t believe it. I had just blurted that out. But it was true. And it was ok because Ron understood. He knew what I wanted. And he wanted to give it to me. I knew that. He wanted to make sure I got his poz cum inside me. And at that moment ,any last thinking was gone as his cock punctured my ring and slowly worked into my eager and now starving hole. I tried to relax but it felt so good my hole kept clamping down on his cock. “ Chris, your hole is so amazing. So tight and so hungry. It is just pulling my cock in. Feels so good.” He moaned and continued, “fuck yeah, all the way in. God this is such a nice little hole. Does your hole love my cock?” He was now starting to work in and out, slowly picking up speed and doing longer strokes. I was already totally lost in the fuck. His thick long cock was working my boy pussy perfectly. “I fucking love it. Love your big cock. Don’t stop. Just please don’t stop.” I gasped. He was now really fucking me. I was grunting occasionally and as he started to really pound into me, I found myself again gasping as he fucked the breath out of me with every deep stroke. “Fuck baby, your little pussy feels so good. I can’t hold it much longer. Tell me how bad you want my poz load. Earn it. Tell me how bad you want me in you forever,” He grunted. “I need it. I fucking need it. Please please I want your cum. I want your cum in me so bad. I won’t let any out. Please Ron, please let me have your poz load.” He was going all out now, just pounding my hole. It was almost too much and if I hadn’t been so high on fuck endorphins the pain would have been too much. Instead I took it all and found myself blabbering over and over, “poz load. Poz load. Poz load.” “Oh fuck yeah boy, here it comes. You’re gonna get it. Fucking big poz load. Gonna poz you up. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Take that fucking load! Feel that poz cum filling you up,” he cried out collapsing onto me. His cock continued to throb and pulse as the last few drops of his precious poz sperm emptied in my Now well used and fucked hole. My cock was rock hard and leaking like crazy but I didn’t care. All my focus was on my hole and how full it felt and how deep Ron’s huge cock was in me. And I thought how deep his sperm must be. And how even immediately after him cumming and with his cock still hard and in me, I wanted more cum. And wait why was it going on head all of a sudden the word poz in front of cum. I had gotten fucked twice now bare and knew I could never give it up. But wanting the guys to be poz? Where was that coming from? I wasn’t sure and wasn’t sure I wanted to think too much, I just knew these guys had changed me. They had shown me something and now I needed it. Being fucked by a hot older poz guy and having him cum in me was the hottest thing I had ever done. And then I shocked myself when I looked at Ron and said quietly “thank you.” He looked down at me. “You love having my poz babies swimming in you dont you? God I knew when I saw you, you were going to be special. I bet you are still hungry. Aren’t you? You want another hot guy to fuck you full of cum don’t you?” I nodded intently. “ Even if he is poz?” Ron added. Again I nodded intently. “Good boy,” he said as he leaned in and kissed me.

Just do it & u will be a lot happier U will not half to worry about if u r poz or not. I barebacked for yrs & finally got converted about 5 yrs ago roughly. I am a lot happier now. I have been taking poz loads & enjoying it.

Part 6 　 I awoke sometime later. I am sure a noise had woke me up. I listened and could hear more sounds. I started to get up, when it dawned on me that my new neighbor and owner of the duplex had the noises coming from his place, again. I leaned closer to the wall and could definitely hear the sounds of sex coming through the wall. The unmistakable sound of a cock pounding a hole, with moans of pleasure. There was no talking. Just moans of pleasure and panting and the sounds of a cock pounding the hell out of a hole. I could almost imagine my own cock pounding one of my girls. I noticed I was getting hard as hell listening to it. I soon had to get my cock out and started to jack it in time with the sloppy sounds coming through the wall. I could imagine fucking and wishing I was getting some. It had been way too long now. Then, there started to come sounds of talking, almost yelling. I heard, what had to be the one getting fucked saying, "OMG, give it to me. Pound me harder, faster. Fill me with your cum." The one doing the fucking was then saying, "Oh, yeah, getting so close now. Going to knock you up and give my my babies." That sounded weird to me but whatever. I found myself getting closer to cumming now also. Just as I was about to cum I heard to fucker yell, "Here it comes, take my 10" cock and my hot cum to knock you up forever." There was a loud grunting sound and I heard both of them saying, "I'm cumming hard." As they said that my own cock erupted all over my wall with one of the largest loads I had ever let loose. Then, I heard the one who had to have been the dancer saying, "WOW, I sure tore your ass up good that time. I can see traces of blood and cum running out of you. You will almost definitely be pregnant, now." What?

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

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

Part 2 　 I awoke Saturday morning nicely refreshed from a good nights sleep. It was a nice day, so I decided to sit outside on the porch and drink my morning coffee. As I was sitting there enjoying the wonderful sun, I heard the door of the otherside of the duplex open. I turned to look over there and Hank and Tom walked out, also drinking coffee. When they saw me, they both waved and went down the steps and came over to my side. I asked them to have a seat. We all sat around for a while then drinking coffee and chatting, again, about nothing in particular. Then Hank told me, "I guess you know now that I am gay and so is Tom?" I told him I had kind of guessed it, but did not add that I had heard them last night. Hank asked, "That doesn't change anything with you does it?" I told him it didn't mean a thing to me at all, it was his business. He kind of looked relieved and said, "That is great, so many think badly of it." I shrugged my shoulders and said, "it was no big deal, I was always curious as to why guys and gals were like that, but it really wasn't any of my business to judge." He smiled and thought that was a good way to be and if I had any questions to just ask and he would try to answer them as best as he could. Our talk turned to other things then, the weather, work and so forth, nothing much just passing the time. Then Hank and Tom got up and went back inside Hank's place. I got up and went in to tidy up and do my dishes. Then up to my bedroom to make the bed up and maybe take a shower. I heard noises again and again, I leaned towards the wall to listen. It seemed Hank and Tom were back at it again as I could hear the moans of pleasure again. Both seemed to like a lot of talk during also. Could hear them telling each other how great they felt. Hank telling Tom how great it felt being deep inside him and Tom saying how great it felt having his hole pounded deep and hard.

I don't beleive anyone should be forced before the age of consent. Then again even 100 years ago life expectancy was not long. No TV, NO air-condition and heating was either chopping logs or coal. We were transitioning from horses to cars and not every family had a car. Limited air travel being explored but most people didn't go more than 50 miles away from home and many traveled less than 10 miles their whole life. Women got pregnant younger and had more children because not everyone made it to 25. Personally, I was a kid that "sucked my thumb" until I was 12. Then I found something else to suck when I had a sleep-over. We didn't always CUM, but I could suck for hours. It was a few more years until I got fucked but before I had my drivers license and I would ride my bike home with Cum leaking out my ass and into my underwear. That is when I started helping out and doing the laundry so Mom never smelled the cum-stained underwear. ? ???

HIV was my first

Yep, I agree Armond is already a cum dump. A hot one too. But imagine what that super-used hole will look like in 10 years when he ain't a twink no more. OINK!