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Jeff and I left the resort and took a taxi to the airport as there were no ubers back then. In the cab, I was thinking about the load Jeff had filled me with just before checkout. As we exited the cab, before entering the terminal, Jeff pulled out two Benson and Hedges menthols and handed me one. I lit mine and took a long deep drag. Jeff commented to how expertly I exhaled the smoke. Walking to the security area I again thought about the loads I had taken over the last three days. Taking our seats I just looked at Jeff with total lust. Thinking about how he had made me feel so special. I put my hand on my recently pierced ear and rotated the piercing studs as I had been instructed. The plane was jetting down the runway when Jeff leaned into my ear and whispered something that was ominous. Todd I should have told you that your uncle and I are both HIV positive and off of our meds. After what we did this weekend, you are probably poz too I was feeling quite conflicted. Three days ago I was a virgin and today I might be on my way to being HIV positive. Then I felt the urge to fart, but when I did all I felt was something warm and wet between my briefs and my crotch. Our plane landed and Uncle Pete was waiting for us at baggage claim. He noticed my ear and just winked at Jeff and me. Heading to Uncle Pete's car he pulled out his pack of Benson and Hedges menthols, and Jeff said "hand one of those to Todd." Uncle Pete just smiled and said, "you've grown up a lot this weekend, Toddy." More to come(cum). Let me know how you like this post, 97% is somewhat fictional but not all.

Part 11 “Alright Rob, it’s my turn now; help lube me up will you?” Rob smiled and grabbed a lube bottle. “No not with that – fish out some of your cum from that little hole and lube me up properly; you know cum makes the best lube – we’re co-stars remember?” Rob chuckled as he dug his fingers into Pablo’s winking ass hole to scoop out some of his freshly deposited cum. “Don’t be afraid to scrape the sides to make sure you get enough; as you can see its going to take a lot of lube to cover my throbbing monster.” Rob did as he was told and started applying the pink tinged cum to Dolf's cock. Rob could barely get his hand around Dolf’s engorged cock so it took a minute or two to fully coat it with cum. Dolf grinned and winked at Rob, “Add a couple of small shards to the end because he is going to need a little bump for this ride; OK, now watch this.” Dolf then slowly pushed the big head past Pablo’s sphincter. Pablo gasped at the entry but was soon silenced as someone stepped up to effectively gag him with another cock. As Rob watched, it appeared as if the scorpion was indeed crawling into a cavern and then it would back its way out. Rob stared at the sight for a few minutes; back and forth, back and forth, it was hypnotizing for him to watch as Dolf stretched open Pablo’s hole and the black scorpion creeped into the widening entrance. “Time to give this new whore a pounding he’ll never forget, as well as a souvenir from his trip that will last a lifetime.” Dolf grunted while he began to actively punish Pablo’s hole harder and faster. Rob felt like he was going to get knocked off the stage with all the activity from Dolf thrusting and swinging Pablo back and forth in the sling, so he backed down the stairs to give Dolf some room and enjoy the show. At the bottom of the stairs, Rob spied a couple of smiling familiar faces. Standing there were Jesse the bartender and short muscle stud Cody whom he had met earlier in that night. “Hey guys, what’s up?” The pair each grabbed one of Rob’s nipples and tweaked it while patting him on the back for a job well done. Cody smiled and said “You just threw down an awesome fuck Rob, you really showed your colors as a true Dominant Top by the way you so skillfully used that jock butt and took his cherry!” “I have to agree, it was really hot watching you fuck; based on that performance, maybe you should consider porn as a career,” added Jesse. “How was that hot hairy little soccer stud ass,” asked Jesse. These two were really building Rob’s ego and he loved the attention. “The ass was really tight, I had to work while drilling it to get him to open up and take my cock; although the T we gave him helped him adjust and comply.” They all nodded in agreement. “That’s pretty evident now from the way the cock slut is moaning while Dolf is fucking him,” said Jesse. “He has certainly come to realize he was meant to be a cock craving bottom.” It was true, Pablo was not only enjoying being fucked in his altered state, but he was being quite vocal about it. Jesse then added, “Well, I am going to give him a ride next; I’m sure he will positively love my big pierced cock up his ass.” “Excuse me while I go give soccer boy a little taste of it while Dolf finishes up.” “It looks like you are having a great time,” said a voice from behind Rob. Rob turned and replied “You have this habit of sneaking up behind me Nick; but yes I am having a fucking fantastic time.” “Thanks again for inviting me as a guest member.” “This guest band thing is a great idea by the way; if I lived closer I’d join and be here every week.” “Happy to see you are having a good time, remember if you need anything to let me know.” “Just find me when you are ready to leave,” replied Nick. Cody jumped on that statement and said “Oh he can’t leave yet, he still owes me a rematch at the race fucking station!” The three roared in laughter. From the stage, Dolf started a different kind of roar, one to indicate that he was shooting his load into Pablo’s abused ass. Dolf pumped his fist in the air as he shot his load. He slapped Pablo’s ass hard after he shot the final volley of cum inside Pablo and pulled out. Pablo started to whine “Please fill my ass; I feel so empty and need more cock.” He didn’t have to wait long; Jesse stepped up to fill the void and shoved his pierced cock into the gaping ass. Dolf joined Rob, Cody and Nick at the base of the stage. “That was fun, glad you got him loosened up a little for me bro; I probably wouldn’t have gotten my cock in without your help.” “We make good co-stars man,” replied Rob. Dolf grinned ear to ear and nodded, “Yeah converted that jock boy in more ways than one; I imagine his mouth and ass are going to get a lot of further use the rest of the night.” “When his friends and team mates see some video of his new found skills, I think he is going to be real popular back at college as well.” “A little video evidence will do wonders to cement his new status as the soccer team cock whore,” added Cody. Nick just chuckled and said “Yes indeed; probably starting when he returns to their hotel and with the drive back to campus in Texas.” “Hey Rob, let’s grab a drink and relax while you recover from that epic spit roast fuck.” “I don’t want you to claim you are at a disadvantage for our rematch,” said Cody with a smirk. After the pair walked off to the refreshment stand, Rolf turned to Nick and said, “Did you get the shots you needed; he’s not too smart is he?” A huge evil grin appeared on Nick’s face. “Yes we did and no he is not; his hormones have taken total control and he is absolutely clueless.”

Having a gay uncle made the struggles of coming "out" easier. Uncle Pete encouraged my questions. Although having watched gay pornography on the internet, being a man of scruples, I wasn't allowed to watch porn at Uncle Pete's until I turned 18. A few months before my 19th birthday I was at Uncle Pete's watching porn and stroking our dicks. One scene depicted a virgin losing his cherry. At that point I had only gotten and given bjs to guys my age. I was curious about getting fucked so I asked him if it hurts the first time. Uncle Pete said it is important that the first guy that fucks you know you a virgin a takes his time. I respoded to that with "I hope I find someone like that when I am ready." With that said he got up and dais, "I'll be right back." Five minutes later he came back in the room with Jeff, his partner. Uncle Pete suggested he fly Jeff and I to Key West for a three day weekend and let nature take its course. Long story short upon our arrival at resort things got steamy. Jeff kissed me like I had never been kissed before. He rimmed me, used lubed fingers and loosened me up. Holding an unfamiar bottle, he took two sniffs and told me to do the same. He kissed me deeply and fingered my ass a bit more along with his dick. He said to take some more sniffs of poppers and poised his cock near my virgin hole. (His dick was the perfect size to take my cherry, 7.5 cut inches but only the thickness of Italian sausage). He asked me if I was ready and I said yes. He slowly slid his cock into my ass and made it past the second sphincter. I was in a popper hazed heaven and I loved he was actually making love to me. He commented that he didn't put on a condom because every virgin's should be bare. His 20 minutes of sliding in and out resulted in an incredible orgasms causing my ass to tighten up releasing what felt like five streams of jizz from him. He looked at me and could tell I was in heaven. After we lingered for a bit he laid beside me lit up a cigarette. He looked so hot exhaling smoke I wanted to join him. He handed me my first cigarette. After coughing a few times I could take drags without coughing. Later that night we were walking around key West when we past a piercing parlor. Saying that now that was a man I needed an earring. I left the parlor with three studs in my ear. One stud for each day we would be in Key West. Jeff ended up fucking me 11 more times that weekend. I left Key West a contented new bottom and a new smoker.

PART 11 I was huffing away on that brown bottle when Tom’s tongue started teasing my hole. Just the tip of his tongue, lightly licking and tapping my hole. Even when I pushed back, he pulled back, clearly letting me know who was in charge. However, as I was totally poppered-up, my hole demanded more attention. “Tom, please stop teasing me,” I cried out. But he just kept it up, teasing my hole, bringing me to ecstasy, but in a deliciously torturous way. “Keep hitting that bottle, baby boy,” was the only thing he paused to say. Minutes passed, my ass involuntarily bucking, frantic for more. But Tom continued teasing me, tickling and tapping on my hole, but never diving in and devouring it. And I kept it up with the poppers. And my cock was like steel. And I couldn’t take it. It was too much. All of the buildup that derived from having been awake much of the night, thinking about and dreaming of the sheer lust that the though of Tom brought out of me. The play room, the poppers, and most of all, the teasing rimming of my oh, so sensitive little boy hole. An all but atavistic part of my character made its presence known. It was my true self. My uninhibited totally man-drunk gay self, the primal part of me that needed man sex, absolutely needed it. “Fuck me. Please fuck me. Please fucking fuck me right now. I need you. I need you to fuck me, “ I gasped in a voice somewhere between a cry and a moan. I practically was crying. I had never wanted anything like I wanted to get fucked right then and there. Getting fucked was the only thing in the world that mattered. So much that I went on to add, “I don’t care if you don’t use a condom. You can cum in me. Just please please don’t... I can’t wait. I need it. I need it.” Tom was up in an instant and flipped me over on my back, while simultaneously pulling my ass right to the edge of the bed. I grabbed the pillows for my head like he had taught me, so I could sniff the poppers while he fucked me. I watched him squirt some lube on his palm and start to work his rock hard cock over. I thought the image to be incomparably beautiful. So manly looking and sexy - when his cock was all slick. I remember thinking how I would hate to see an ugly condom replace that gorgeous, greased-up flesh. Then I could feel his fingers working my hole, gently lubing me up. One of the amazing things about Tom, especially to an 18 year old high school kid, was that he never got too rough. By being forceful and pushing me and pushing me, but not hurting me, it always made me want to try more. I knew it might hurt a little but would always end up feeling great. Anyway, my hole now suitably lubed, and his giant cock glistening, it was his turn to speak. “Is my baby boy ready? Ready to feel my cock inside him? Ready to have his little hole fucked nice and deep?” Tom asked in a low voice. “I’m so ready. Please Tom!” I cried out. “If Chris really wants it all he needs to do is take three deep hits in each nostril. Then I can put this huge dick up Chris’s asshole, just like Chris needs me too,” Tom whispered in that sexy tone that made me melt. I hit that bottle and was in orbit when I felt his cock pushing against my hole. The poppers and, well, my eagerness made It a little easier this time, as he popped thru my ring. Neither of us spoke as he slowly worked his cock into me. Not even waiting to come down, I was hitting the poppers again. Soon I was being properly fucked as Tom’s cock was driving deeper and deeper. My eyes had remained locked on Tom’s. As he would push deeper, I would keep hitting the poppers, trying to accept all of his massive cock into my young hole. Finally breaking up the sound of my grunts and moans, he whispered “Chris, I want to ask you something. You said a few minutes ago that I could cum in you. Is it just because you think I like it or does my sexy boy like it too?” It wasn’t like I weighed my answer or the consequences or anything. I just told the truth. “I like it. I don’t know why but I think about it a lot. I just.... I just....” I couldn’t finish. “It scares you. Shhh....don’t be scared baby. You like it right? You like it that I don’t use a condom. That you can feel the heat of my skin. And most of all, that I will cum inside you. I think you love it, “ he whispered, his face a foot from mine. I was totally going off on poppers and had Tom’s giant cock slowly working in and out of me, with porn going off in the background, so my brain was losing the battle. “I do, I do love it. But I’m... I don’t know what... what about HIV?” I asked meekly. I already knew the answer. This was round three of raw sex with Tom. I had crossed that bridge, but was perfectly willing to encourage Tom to fan the flames. “My sexy boy, my amazing boy. Feel me inside you, both of us making each feel so good, bonded skin to skin. I want you so badly Chris. I want to share myself with you. All of me. I want to cum in you so badly, to fill you up with my sperm. So I’m in you forever. A part of you forever,” he said. And now he backed away from my face a little and started fucking me harder. “Four hits Chris. Four hits each side,” he grunted and I knew what he meant. A minute later and again he grunted, “Four hits each side sexy. Go on.” At this point he was pounding me. I was grunting and getting my breath knocked out as he drove balls deep over and over. “So close. So fucking close. Huge load baby. Huge load for you. It’s all yours if you ask for it. You know it’s worth it. You know you fucking need it. Just ask me. Just ask me for my cum,” he muttered as he pummeled my boy pussy. As if the the poppers and his cock weren't enough, his words broke me. “Fill me up. Fucking fill me up. Cum in me. Cum in me. I don’t care. I don’t care. It’s worth it. Just please do it. Give me your cum. I do. I need it. I need it,” I begged. And it was true. I begged. I begged an HIV positive man would ejaculate all the cum his balls contained into my hole. “Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah my sexy boy, my perfect little sexy bottom.... fuck yeah. Fucking close. Fucking close. Gonna shoot. Here it comes. Fuck yeah!!! Take that hot fucking sperm,” he cried out. I will admit to a flash of guilt at that moment but most of all, I was in bliss. Tom had collapsed on my body, his breath coming in heaves, my arms around him, his hard cock still inside my hole, still pulsating. Oh, and he had just flooded me with his cum. I never wanted the moment to end. Neither did Tom, as he was in no hurry to pull out. Nor did I want him to. And I most definitely didn't want a drop of his semen to leak out of my ass. I wanted to keep it in me. His sperm was somehow precious, and therefore needed to be treated with reverence. As the two of us lay there, lost in sweat, heat, cum and exertion, another thought recurred: I hoped Tom wanted me to stay. And then another very pragmatic thought crossed my mind: How many times could Tom fuck me in a day?

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.

I don't really write that often (or ever before, to be specific), so let me know what you guys think. +++ I probably should've been more careful. I've lived with my uncle for a while now, having moved there when my dad was sent off to prison. My mom had died not long after I was born, which left me being sent to the closest relatives I had. Turned out that was my uncle Eric. He was a good guy, but these days, he was pretty busy. The auto shop he worked at had acquired a contract with a major local rental company and handled most of their repairs. Today, like most days, he was off working at the shop, probably late into the evening. I was used to that. What I wasn't used to was having dad back home. When I was a kid a ten year sentence sounded like an eternity. In reality, time passes quickly, and he's been nothing but an absolute dick since he'd gotten out. Eric had tried to get him a job at the shop, but that quickly went south, since dad didn't take kindly to being ordered around. Prison hadn't done him any favors in that department, and my uncle said he was a surly bastard before that. I don't remember too much of him from before, really, but he sure as hell hadn't gotten nicer. Seeing as Eric was gone all day as usual, I guess I'd assumed dad would be out, too. He was supposed to be headed to follow up on a few job opportunities today, and Eric had dropped him off in town in the morning. I had stayed home, as usual, and when the gardener had come around during mid-day, we did our usual thing. Mitch was the first (and only) guy I'd fucked. He'd been my uncle's gardener for years, and given all the work he did around the house, he had a muscular, rugged frame. He was a local guy, about fifteen or so years older than me. There were more days than I could count where I'd spent the afternoon sitting at the window, watching him haul his sweaty shirt off his body to reveal that bearish physique, hairy body dripping with sweat. I was a teenager the first time he caught me trying to get a peek at his dick, and after pleading with him not to tell my uncle Eric, I managed to convince him to let me have a good look. A good look turned into a blow job (which apparently, I was a natural at), and before long, we had a steady routine with him going out, doing the yard work, then coming inside and stripping down, lowing his hairy, beefy body on top of me to fuck my face and throat. Admittedly, that was easier said than done; he had a meaty seven inch cock, and it had taken some getting used to when he'd thrust it down my throat in the throes of a good skullfuck. Of course, it didn't take too long for him to go further south and have a go at my hole. That truly had been an undertaking, but once he was balls deep in me, I couldn't get enough of it. We only got worse then, even getting me to convince my uncle that the yard needed more upkeep. Every time he came over now, he spent more time pounding me than out in the yard. That's what we were up to today, with him up on top of me, groaning with delight. "Jesus, Mason, I can feel your pussy pulling me in," he panted, sweat dripping down from his brow onto my chest. I could feel the entire bed rocking with his thrusts, my body bouncing back and forth with it as well. I kept an ear out for the sound of my uncle's bike pulling up, as that was usually our cue to pack up and get decent, though at this point in the day, I figured there was little chance that would happen. Imagine my surprise, then, when the sensation of Mitch's shaft pumping in and out of me was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open. Mitch fell off of me in a surprised heap, and behind him was my dad, his face looking bewildered. I wasn't really sure how to react; after all, I was naked, with my hole exposed right then and there. "The FUCK is this, boy?" his voice snarled out, and I could hear Mitch scrambling to his feet, stuttering as he gathered up his clothes. He didn't even take the condom off before pulling his underwear on. For his part, my dad glanced over at him, scoffed a bit, then turned back to me, ignoring the other man in the room while he stared me down. "You got me out looking for jobs when apparently we've a perfectly good whore on our hands right here," he said, and I found myself stammering, not even sure how to respond. Mitch was bright red, his clothes barely hanging on as he bolted out of the door. I could hear the door slam downstairs, my heart racing as dad stood there, leering. "Well? Anything to say?" "D-Dad, I swear, it's not like that," I stammer, and he leers at me, grinning now. "Well, I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be now," he says, latching the door shut. I made a move to get off the bed, but he quickly shouted, "Stay right as you are, boy. I didn't tell you to get dressed." I froze, my heart hammering away. I could smell the booze on him from here; clearly, he'd gone out and gotten drunk instead of going to get a job as he'd said. He made his way over to the bed, shrugging off his coat as he did. "I'm gonna see about getting in touch with a couple of my buddies to find some men looking for some tight pussy to fuck. You're gonna do what they ask, they're gonna pay me, and that's that. You understand?" "Dad, I --" I started, but the look he gave me was enough to convince me otherwise. I could see his jaw twitch, and I paled, for once wishing my uncle would get home early. Dad seemed satisfied by my silence, then continued. "On that note, it's been too damn long since I got a chance to breed some hole. Given that you're all ready to go, I'm gonna be your first John," he said, then reached down to pull off his shirt. I had avoided him since he'd gotten back, and so I had yet to see what he looked like shirtless. His torso was covered in varous tattoos, some of them there from when I was a kid, but others entirely new. The one that stood out the most was the one right above his groin: a biohazard symbol, much cleaner and newer than the ones around it. I was no fool; I knew exactly what that meant. Apparently, the look on my face said it too, as a predatory grin spread across dad's face once he looked up from taking his jeans off. "Looks like I don't need to explain the next part." Now fully naked, I found myself trying to crawl away from him, his massive form dwarfing mine. I'd inherited his beefy build, sure, but given how much younger I was and the fact that he'd been lifting weights longer than I'd been alive, he was an absolute beast of a bear, barrel-chested with a beefy gut and thick limbs. I felt one hand reach and grab at my leg while the other pinned me down, the weight seeming impossibly huge as I felt him force my leg up to my chest. "It's gonna hurt, boy, but you might as well start getting used to it," he said, roughly folding me up with his weight as his hand slammed down over my lips, muffling my protests. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the terrible reality of the situation setting in. I struggled, but all I could really do was wriggle around under him, flexing and whimpering helplessly. Meanwhile, I could feel his hairy body rubbing against me, his cock slapping up against my beefy ass. I could feel it pulsing, growing thicker with every second. He rubbed it back and forth down my crack, sighing some as he threw his head back. "Can't wait to hear what the guys say when I tell them I've found a pussy for us to use," he said, and even as I struggled, he moved his hardening shaft back, letting it slide downward until the head was right at the still-open entrance to my hole. There was no warning, no preparation. He didn't even lube it up before pushing forward and sliding into me. Luckily for me, Mitch had lubed up before fucking me, but even then, given how much bigger my dad was, it was impossible not to cry out into his hand, my hole burning. "Holy shit, that's tight," he chuckled, whistling a bit to himself. I could see him grinning even with the tears blurring my vision, and as my hole tightened in protest, he increased the pressure, forcing it deeper and deeper, splitting me in two. I gasped out in agony, his hand only tightening. When that hairy groin finally pressed up against my ass, I felt like he was punching me in the gut with it, my belly aching from the feeling of it pressing in. He held it there for a brief moment, savoring the first hole he'd fucked in months. "See, there you go, relax," he said, chuckling to himself. It still hurt like hell, but indeed, now that he had no more cock to force in me, my body was forced to adjust, slowly relaxing around his thick girth. He pulled back, the burning coming back some, though not nearly as horribly as the pain of him forcing in. Still, it was by no means pleasant as he rammed back and forth into me. my hole losing the bit of relaxation it had attained before. The bed rocked loudly, his hips slapping against mine as he bore down on me from above, his face looming over mine, sneering as he ruthlessly thrusted away. "That's right, slut, you know what's coming to you, you know what this means..." He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes and enjoying my hole. "I've knocked up every bitch I've ever fucked, Mason, and now I'm gonna knock you up, too," he grunted, then panted out in erratic, short bursts, his thrusts growing frenzied and brutal. I could feel my hole get wet, stinging now, and with a snarl, he rammed his cock in deep. I knew he was cumming, and I could do little more than whimper in response. After what felt like a few minutes, he pulled his cock out of me, still panting. My hole ached, though I was glad it was seemingly over with, as his hand left my mouth. I remained limp underneath him, resigned to it now that his load was oozing out of my ass. What was the point? I knew what that tattoo meant, and what was no doubt in store for me next. Even as he rolled over onto the bed beside me, reaching down beside it to fish his phone out of his pants, I remained there, a bit scared to even try getting up without permission. Dad looked through his phone for a bit, then grinned, putting it aside. "Alright, cunt, my friend will be here in a bit... Now, turn around and get on all fours. You're ready for your second dose of daddy's venom..."

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Be advised that my stories often involve some element on nonconsensual sex by some of my characters. Regardless, my stories are 100% fiction/fantasy only. Any resemblance to persons or places are merely coincidental. How to Get Your Poz Cock into Lyle Cranston's Speedos A few year’s back, I was the janitor at the local high school in a school district where the only sex education the kids got was for abstinence. Well, this left the entire student body vulnerable to their own imaginations, learning whatever they could about sex from actual experience, or by doing some reading on the Internet or at the public library like I used to. The rate of pregnancies were up, and STD rates, too. Anyway, this lack of sex education made these students susceptible to perverts like me. One senior I was able to corrupt, Lyle, was the number one swimmer in the county. He was 18, had a compact and muscular body at 5’6”, blonde, chlorine-bleached hair, blue eyes, and an ass that filled out his light blue Speedos to perfection. All season, I’d catch him practicing at the pool in the early morning. Sometimes he’d linger in the locker room and shower area while I cleaned in there. He would do things for me, like acting as if he were checking his phone while bending over in his tight-fitting swimsuit. Did he know that he was getting my poz cock rock hard when he did that? So many times I’ve wanted to take my finger and press it against that stretched out blue lycra material; to press in, making a guess of where that boy’s hole was; feeling it, to hear him gasp or moan when I hit my mark. This show (offering?) went on all season. Instead of raping him right then and there, I’d ask him about things. How is school going? Are you going to prom? Stuff that allowed me to find out more about the kid. I found out that he was accepted at state university and will be living in the dorms in the fall. He got a swimming scholarship, too. He said that he and his girlfriend broke up in March, so he might go to prom stag, or not at all. He said that since he was leaving soon, it didn’t make sense to have a girlfriend here anyway. His parents were well-respected in town as ministers at one of the many churches here. I offered to answer any questions he had about sex if he wouldn’t tell anyone about it. He nodded, told me he was abstaining, but he had lots of questions. After that, he showed up at my janitor’s closet, always in his blue Speedo with questions for me. I’d close the door and he’d sit in my chair while he listed off questions about masterbation and was porn really evil. He never asked about condoms or STDs, but he did want to know how babies were made. I showed him diagrams and explained what sperm was and how it fertilizes the egg in a female, and so on. As he sat there with his legs spread, I was given full view of his taint and package just hidden beneath the blue lycra fabric of his Speedo. My perverted mind wanted more of this teen. I knew there had to be men online who would want to distract Lyle with poppers and a blowjob while I pressed my precum-dripping, cut cock head into the boy’s tight cherry hole. On the last week of school, I knew I had to get into that boy’s Speedos any way I could. And I enlisted the help of another barebacker I found online. His user name was Poz9In and he said he had ways of making sure I could get my raw cock inside a virgin’s butt, especially into a naive, under-sex educated Wildcat jock like Lyle. We arranged a time, graduation day. He agreed to the plan to help me stealth breed Lyle with a poz load. I told Lyle to meet me at my closet right after his morning swim, a good half hour before class. ________________ Poz9In was maybe around mid-50s, dark cropped hair and brown eyes. He arrived just before 7:30 a.m. He wore a track suit and his schlong was huge and evident down his right leg. With a scarred and stubbled face, he looked rough. He was not the hottest looking man. But I was immensely turned on from the contrast between the vision of a toughened older, experienced poz man making use of the body of a gorgeous, athletic teen. Lyle knocked on my closet door and I let him in. He was still wet from his swim. “Hi, Mr. Daines,” he said. “Hey Lyle. This is my friend, Dale, here. He wanted to meet the star swimming athlete for the Wildcats,” I stammered giving my Internet contact a fake name. I was a little nervous, but I was determined to fuck Lyle this morning. “Hey, Dale. Nice to meet you.” Lyle held his hand out in the cramped janitor’s closet and Poz9In took it and pulled Lyle to him. He used his other hand to grab Lyle’s cock and balls through the teen’s wet Speedo. Lyle barely had time to react when I got behind Lyle and pressed by uniformed bulge against his blue Speedoed bubble butt. “Hey! That’s my personal…” Lyle made a nervous swallow. “Yeah boy? Would you like to give your personal spot over to us men, or would you rather we take it?” Poz9In asked while the two of us, men older than his father, continued manhandling Lyle into submission. “I never…” Lyle stopped what he was saying and relented to Poz9In by closing his eyes and dropping his hands to his side. Poz9In worked Lyle’s dick to an erection while I took aim at my prized target: Lyle’s hole. “That’s it, kid. We’ll take good care of you, just relax,” Poz9In said. Now with Lyle’s submission, I finally got to press my finger in and feel for the boy’s hole. He let out a breath when I began rubbing it roughly through the smooth material. Fresh from the pool. Poz9in opened a new bottle of poppers and told the kid to breath in and hold his breath. Lyle did as he was instructed. I continued probing the covered hole while with my other hand, I reached around his waist. Poz9In moved my hand over to so I Lyle’s cock incased in the smooth, still damp lycra. He smelled deliciously of chlorine. “Good boy. Take another hit just like the first,” I heard Poz9In say. “Fuck yeah. You’re a hot one.” “I’ve been wanting this ass for four months!” I exclaimed. “Let’s do what we planned, but I want to keep these Speedos on him.” “Aahh, fuuuck!” Lyle was flying. “Nice! That’s a deal, mister,” Poz9In replied to me. “Let’s knock up this cute pollywog.” With that, Poz9in bent down and went to work sucking Lyle’s cock through the Speedos. A few moments later, he pushed the front of the swimsuit down. Then I saw Poz9In dive in and suck on the virgin’s swimmer’s exposed dick. “Aaah!” Lyle moaned in pleasure. With Poz9In’s help, I bent Lyle forward and spread his legs. Poz9In kept sucking Lyle’s dick like the pro he was, doing his damnedest to coax sweet semen out from a neg horny teen. I unzipped my pants and pushed them down to release my leaking cock. With my hard cock in hand, I rubbed the head of it on Lyle’s bubble butt. I relished the sight of his light blue swimsuit soiled with smudges of my precum. Poz9In gave Lyle more poppers as I pulled down the back of the Speedos to expose the tightest, pinkest hole I’ve ever seen. “Do it. Bareback that neg hole, man. He fucking wants it,” Poz9In encouraged. Realizing that Lyle doesn’t know what neg hole means, I stared at the pink hole in front of me and greased up my cock with lube and listened as Poz9In spoke. “This is the hottest piece of ass. Take it. Take that fine young, firm ass.” With that, I stood up and lined my drooling poz cock against Lyle’s hole. Hotter still, I could feel the kid’s ever-taunting blue Speedo tickling under my cock. I pumped some precum onto the ring of pink his hole and heard Lyle gasp as I pressed in. Lyle yelled as my cock head popped into him, and Poz9In used his hands to spread Lyle’s ass open for me. I fucked in more. As I did, I leaked more precum into Lyle as I thought about pozzing up a virgin, seeing him graduate tonight with my toxic load inside him, sending him off to college with HIV. Then, hopefully, more men will get to use this young butt. I was all the way in when Poz9In gave Lyle more poppers, about 6 full hits. “Breed that neg butt or I will!” I started to fuck Lyle’s hole, in and out. It got easier with my precum lubing the walls of his rectum. I wasn’t going to last long, though. Fucking Lyle full of my poz cum was a dream coming true. I started pistoning the tight swimmer’s hole imagining how my shaft must look penetrating that pink ring. His hole gripped my cock. I was urgent to impregnate my Lyle, star Wildcat swimmer. It was my absolute goal now was to poz Lyle up. “Fuck! I’m coming.” “Fucking do it! Fucking sperm up that clean hole.” Poz9In coached. “Aaaaagh!” I felt my shaft pulse and my cock slit open as hot poz sperm coated the walls of Lyle’s unprotected rectum. I was still shooting loads into Lyle’s hole when I started fucking him hard again. “Fuck!” Lyle yelled. “Fuuuuuck! Ah, I’m coming.” Poz9In went back to sucking Lyle’s dick. “Yeah, Lyle. Feed the nice man your load while I hammer mine into your butt” I said. Lyle didn’t say anything but convulsed as he orgasmed. I held him steady so that Poz9in could have what his profile said was his favorite part of sex: the taste of sweet, young neg sperm. “Fuckin’ A!” Poz9In said with his mouth full of hard teen dick and fresh sperm. When Lyle finished cumming, I put the poppers bottle under his nose again. Lyle took the hits as ordered. When Lyle was completely flying, I put the bottle down. With my eyes I looked down to Poz9In and I invited him to bareback this amazing hole. He stood up, stepped around Lyle, and started jacking his massive cock and told me to move out of the way. He got behind Lyle, who was still recovering from cumming, and he rubbed his big mushroom head against the boy’s now reddened entrance. He looked over and got the petroleum jelly and jacked his cock some more with it until it shined under the fluorescent lighting of the janitor’s closet. As Poz9In lodged his enormous highly experienced HVL poz cock into the teen’s no-longer-virgin hole, we heard Lyle say, “Ah! Fuck!” I watched as Poz9In pushed all the way into Lyle; his silver cock ring embedding red marks into the teen’s butt cheeks. Then he fucked Lyle’s ass hard. He clamped his large hand over Lyle’s mouth to keep him quiet while he fucked him so hard that they had to keep repositioning themselves around the closet. Amazingly, Lyle’s blue Speedos remained in place, pulled down just far enough to give us men access to his now fully fuckable butthole. At times I was able to get up close and I watched as Poz9In’s cock pulled out, his shaft covered in lube and poz sperm, and pushed all the way back into the boy’s hole, stretching out that beautiful pink ring, no longer hidden away from me behind light blue lycra. I started jacking off watching them. When Poz9In saw me, he repositioned Lyle again in front of me. Still lodged in Lyle’s ass, Poz9In pushed his head down and ordered him to suck my cock. Lyle eagerly sucked me until I was so turned on, I gripped onto his blonde hair started face-fucking the teen. An amazing perv achievement: Poz9In and I were fucking Lyle Cranston: The star swimmer for the Wildcats swim team and minister’s son was now taking raw poz cock at both ends in a janitor's closet. I unloaded in Lyle’s mouth with a sharp explosion and watched him swallow my load. At the same time, Poz9In announced that he was “knocking up the twink! Fuuuuuck! That’s right. Let us charge that hole, son! Take it deep in there.” He continued convulsing and cussing as more of his jizz flowed into naive Lyle’s neg hole. When he finished, he tussled Lyle’s now dry hair as he lewdly complimented the kid, and pulled out. Poz9In pulled up his track pants, nodded at me and left. Lyle was half in a daze as he pulled up his trunks and said that he had to get to class. “Thanks, Mr. Daines.” He left the janitor’s closet quickly with a towel around his waist. "Congrats! Have a good time tonight!" I called out. Good kid. Come fall, though, college physicals could reveal a surprise for young Lyle, and just before his first-ever actual sex education class.

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The screaming in the other room is getting louder every minute but I have this large beautiful dick I want to keep service.In the meantime, my brother is getting spit roasted by Mr.Smith and his boy and is in heaven. The boy I'm with says you want to see what all the fun is going on in the other room and he leads me by the hand through another door. We see him in a sling being slammed and a fist up his hole and the screams have gone to moans of pleasure as he has now taken that fist to the elbow and later he was being punch fisted and liking it. I was asked how much do I want to party and I laugh as I mix my own slam as he smiled and said you are a slut as after I was finish coughing he pushes me my back into the sling as I see a bag of Blue Tea being open up and a nice big piece is pulled out and put into my hole. He asks If I have ever been fisted and I say once by Mr. Jackson, he smiles as he has 3 fingers in my hole as the burning from the booty bump is gone and the feeling of the tina in my hole has taken over and I'm flying as I'm handed poppers and take few deep breaths as his fist goes in. The feeling of the fist in me and how full I feel is fantastic as I see on the TV screen which is broadcasting the 3 of us to whoever subscribed to Mr.Smith webcast. I now have a really big dick near my mouth and open it, soon I'm getting face fuck and fisted at the same time and I don't know which one feels better. Soon he removes his fist and the one who was face fucking me now put his hand in me and it is large as I'm given another booty bump and poppers and then his hand goes in once he sees I'm ok so he proceeds to insert his dick in me also. The feeling of his hand and dick is just wow and when he cums he is grunting with the sling moving from the force from his body weight trying to go as deep as he can. When he withdraws the boy who I was with has his face between my legs and his tongue is cleaning the cum from my hole as I try to squirt out a little more for him to enjoy. The boy who my brother and I brought who we knock up with our strain of HIV is still in the sling getting fuck and fisted from many, then Mr.Smith that this boy will leave here with every toxic strain of HIV, Hep A, B, C and many more S.T.I. for saying Mr.Jackson Blue Tea was junk. I see my brother as we hug each other and he is so wrecked just like me and we ask for a place to crash, we fall to sleep in each other arms just like we did growing up in the orphanage. After we wake up we talk with Mr.Jackson about what to do with the boy we brought here. Let me know if you want more. Thank You to all who have posted and loved it.

I was talkin to an alpha bull online recently who wanted to gang rape me with his buddies so fuckin rough and loud that the police get called so he could try to whore me out to em for having to come out and check on me..... got me thinkin of when i was 16 and i was at a rest stop back by the semis cruising for dick when a state patrol officer pulled in and asked why i was back there, he looked at my license N asked me to step outta the car N said he was gonna search it, he put me in cuffs N looked thru the car, he found a duffle i had condoms, lube N porn mags in, looked at me and threw it back in my trunk N said we both know what u were doin back here, he started grabbin his dick thru his uniform.... he said i had 2 choices, he arrests me for prostitution or we take a walk in the woods N work something out.... just as we got into the woods he told me to get on ur fuckin knees faggot! He told me i was gonna get what i wanted as he unzipped his pants N pulled his thick fuckin dick out. He left me in the cuffs N grabbed the back of my head and made me look in his eyes while he raped my throat so fuckin hard it felt like id pass out! He never let up till i swallowed 2 loads from him then he uncuffed me, spit in my face N walked towards his car. He saw a trucker who was watching N told him theres a faggot back there takin loads if u wanna rape the bitch... he got in his car N drove off and the trucker grabbed me and put me on a picnic table in the open N slammed his raw cock balls deep in me! He held me down by the neck as he raped me till another trucker walked up N held me down, by the time he bred me 3 guys had busted in my throat N another was about to rape my ass. Before he slammed into me he said he can either poz rape me in his sleeper so i dont get passed around all night or he can poz rape me right there till more guys line up.... he said its ur choice u fuckin whore, either way my fuckin poz seed is gonna be in ur pussy when im done with u! He made me beg him to rape and poz me in his sleeper b4 he drug me to his truck. He slammed the door behind us as we got in his semi N pushed me towards the bed, tellin me to get face down and spread ur fuckin legs whore! He stripped N shoved his fingers inside me as he stroked his dick askin me how old i was, i said 16 and begged him to use a condom.... he said he almost feels bad pozzing me but thats what happens to fuckin whores who beg for it and he slammed into me! He fuckin raped 3 loads into me as i lied there motionless takin it till he pulled out of me N said get the fuck outta my truck u nasty bitch! i got in my car and called a fuck buddy who was a doctor and told him what happened, he said to come over and he will give me a post exposure RX, when i walked in he was rock hard from what i told him happened and he fucked me on the floor of his entryway telling me 1 more poz load isnt gonna matter with all the seed inside me!! It was the first time he fucked me raw and the 1st time he told me he was poz! He unloaded in me, got up N tossed the RX's on the floor by me N told me i gotta go cause he had some 20yo neg pussyboy on the way over N he was gonna stealth the bitch and knock him up! I got hard as fuck as i passed him in the hall as i walked to the elevator knowin what was about to happen to him!

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Returned to my regular sauna. It was surprisingly busy. Darkroom was well stocked with willing bottoms, three of which I ploughed in a row, before one guy kindly took me from behind as I was ramming my cock up another guy. All told I managed to fuck five people, seeding the last before needing to take a break through some fatigue. The rest was worth it, as I returned to an even busier darkroom and more oblinging people ready to shove their cocks up my willing hole. Overall, quite a satisfying time!

Part 55 - Big Tipper Steven walked into the restaurant with Ryan, both dressed for their shift. “Steven!” the manager called out as soon as he walked in the back door to the restaurant and made it half way through the kitchen. “Uh, oh. What did you do?” asked Ryan with a grin. Steven walked into the manager’s office and said “Hello, sir. You wanted to see me?” “Janice is out sick today, I’m going to need you to wait tables tonight” the manager said without even looking up from the papers he was working on. “OK, that won’t be a problem” Steven responded, trying to hide his elation. He always made good tips when he got to wait tables and while he only did it occasionally, it made for a good change of pace. The night was busy for a Tuesday, but that made it fly by. He knew with one less person around he would have to serve, clean and deliver food all on his own. About half way through, a well dressed middle aged man walked through the door and asked for a table away from the other patrons. The manager seated Mr. Snyder in the corner and walked over to Steven. “Every one else is busy, take table 14. It’s a party of one. The gentleman is very particular, so don’t fuck it up” the manager told Steven sternly. Steven quickly walked over to the table and did his introduction and explained the specials of the day before asking what he would like to drink. After taking the drink order, he cleared the other place settings away and went to the bar where the bartender already had the bottle waiting for him. “Is this for me?” Steven asked Ari, the bartender. “Yeah, he comes in once a week and always orders the same bottle of wine and only drinks half of it. He’s demanding but he tips well if you don’t make any mistakes” Ari said. Steven presented the bottle before opening it and once Mr. Snyder nodded, he corked it and poured a small sample in the glass for him to taste. Once he got an approval, Steven poured the rest of the glass and set the bottle down and took the man’s order. He served each course, making sure there was just enough time that Mr. Snyder didn’t feel rushed and wasn’t waiting too long. As Ari had mentioned, Mr. Snyder drank just a little more than half of the bottle and he skipped dessert. Steven presented the check and when he went back to collect it, Mr. Snyder told him “You did an excellent job, my boy. I left you a little something for your hard work.” Steven walked away and saw that there was exact change for the meal and a $50 tip inside along with a note. Steven’s mind raced back to the night he met Mark, Joe and Kyle and Mark leaving his phone number inside and his rollercoaster life since then. He pulled Ryan aside and showed him the note: “I would like to see you tonight after work. I can be very generous. Silver Escalade @ 10:15pm will drive you to me and then home later.” “What do you think?” asked Steven. “I only know of one other waiter he has asked, so he must really like you” Ryan replied. “What happened to him?” Steven asked quietly. “He quit a few days later and I never saw him again” answered Ryan with a worried look in his eyes. “I don’t mind doing something like that occasionally. I don’t even know what he means by generous, other than money. Fifty dollars is pretty good on an eighty dollar bill. I know that Joe makes good money getting paid for sex, but I don’t want to do that all the time. I want you, not some older rich guy” Steven said to Ryan. “Well, you could use the money. Maybe go see what he wants and tell him what your rules are. Maybe he just wants some hot guy on his arm for events and not for sex” Ryan said. “Ok, but if you get a text message from me later, please come rescue me” Steven said. Steven went into the restroom after his shift and washed himself down, trying to be as fresh as he could be after working a shift in a restaurant. He left out the back door as usual and came around the front of the building at exactly 10:15 PM. Sitting in front of the restaurant was a new Silver SUV. As he approached, the driver got out and opened the rear door for him. Steven got in and the door was closed. There was a divider between the front and rear seats and the little window was closed. He sat back as the truck pulled away and drove towards the expensive part of town. Steven looked down at his phone and saw a message from Ryan “Good luck. txt me if u need me.” Steven took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a few minutes until he felt the truck stop. He looked forward and saw two large metal gates open and then they drove through and up to the front of a large mansion. The driver opened the door and Steven got out. The driver escorted him to the front door, never saying a word. As the driver turned and walked away, the door opened and there stood Mr. Snyder in a plush bathrobe. “I’m glad you decided to take me up on my offer, Steven. Come in” said Mr. Snyder. They walked through the foyer and then left into a large room. It was huge, with a large antique desk on one side, bookshelves all around, and a set of three leather couches set in a “U” set in front of a large fireplace. The room was about four times the entire apartment he shared with Kyle and Joe. “So, this is what I would like to propose to you, Steven. I have needs and I prefer to have them met by younger men, like yourself. I am discerning and probably demanding” Mr. Snyder said as he walked around looking closely at every part of Steven’s body and using his right index finger to trace the curves on his face, chest and ass. “Yes, sir” Steven replied. Mr. Snyder moved his finger to his lips, indicating he wanted Steven to remain quiet. “I prefer my partners to be quiet and do what I say. I am not an abusive man and I do not care for violence in any form. I know what I like and I demand that a partner follows my directions. For each meeting, I will pay you one thousand dollars. If at any point in time I feel you no longer satisfy my needs, I will stop requesting you. My driver will always pick you up and return you to your home. You are not to talk to anyone about our meetings. If I hear even the slightest comment that you have been visiting me, you will wish we had never met. Understand?” “Yes, sir” Steven responded. His mind was a flurry of activity. How would he tell Mr. Snyder that he was poz? Everything was vague and other than no violence, he had no idea what activities he wanted to do. “Good. We will call tonight an interview, where I will see if we work well together. I will pay you and if you please me, then we will continue if you agree. Now, please remove your clothes and let me see your body” Mr. Snyder said. Steven removed his tie and laid it on the back of a nearby chair. He removed his shirt and folded it, placing it over the tie. He took his shoes off and placed them next to the chair and followed with removing his pants, socks and underwear. His active sex life had shredded any anxiety that he used to have about undressing in front of other men. The days of hiding in the back corner of the high school locker room for gym class were far behind him. Steven stood there in the room. He had stood tall while still being relaxed. A confidence surrounded him and he realized how much more at ease with himself he was compared to six months earlier. Mr. Snyder circled again, examining his naked body like a collector would examine a new statue. He felt Mr. Snyder hold and caress his cock and balls before moving behind him and doing the same with his ass. A hand reached around and brushed over his nipples and Steven could feel the hot breath on his neck. “I like your body. Youthful but not childish. I see you are not shy about letting other men appreciate it. Men should not be ashamed of the human form. It can provide so much pleasure whether just visually or more physically” he said softly into Steven’s ear. Steven tensed slightly as Mr. Snyder’s hands roamed over his ass and Steven knew that he must have felt the change in texture on his skin from the scarring from his branding. Nothing was said though, and Steven actually wished that Mr. Snyder would bring it up before they went much farther. Instead, Mr. Snyder took his hand and led him over to one of the leather sofas and then stood several feet in front of Steven. There was a new urgency in his movements as he removed his robe and stepped out of his slippers, tossing the robe on the opposite sofa. Mr. Snyder stood there, naked, looking back at Steven. Steven examined him and built a mental profile for him. He stood nearly six feet tall, with a slender body with groomed body hair over his chest and down the center towards his navel and then to a trimmed bush surrounding a very average cut cock. His manicured fingernails and perfectly trimmed hair cut a few years off his middle fifties age. Other than the body hair, there were no other adornments anywhere on his body. There was no jewelry of any kind nor any tattoos. Their staring match at an end, Mr. Snyder moved across and pulled Steven in tight. Their lips touched and Mr. Snyder’s hands caressed Steven’s back. Steven let Mr. Snyder lead, just like he had explained earlier. The kisses lacked any sort of real passion but still aroused his cock and soon Steven’s shaft was nudging Mr. Snyder’s balls. Steven started to move his hands up and down Mr. Snyder’s back and received a “light grunt” showing Mr. Snyder’s displeasure. He left his hands on the elder man’s lower back and waited for the next instruction. A hand soon wrapped around his cock, tugging on it and feeling out its full length. This time the verbal cue was that of appreciation. Mr. Snyder slowly lowered himself to the floor, kneeling on a large woven rug. He licked and nibbled down Steven’s body and paused at his nipples for a minute and then his tongue descended towards Steven’s stiff, upwardly pointing cock. Mr. Snyder licked the tip, tasting the sweat from Steven’s hours of waiting tables and the drop of precum that was now forming at the piss slit. Steven looked down at the rich and powerful man that was now his cocksucker. He noticed that Mr. Snyder did not use his hands to guide his cock into his mouth, but instead used only his lips, tongue and mouth. The angle of his cock, pushed the head along the roof of Mr. Snyder’s mouth and then into his throat. Most guys that had sucked Steven’s cock had worked down to the base in little steps. Mr. Snyder took it all in one slow motion right away. After gripping the tip with his throat muscles and milking some precum into his throat, Mr. Snyder began moving in and out, pulling back almost to the head and then back down. His tongue explored each part of Steven’s cock and Steven closed his eyes, letting his benefactor service his rod. Steven wondered what was next and was preparing to suck Mr. Snyder’s cock when suddenly he moved back, letting Steven’s cock pop out of his mouth and spring upwards. Mr. Snyder moved on to the couch, kneeling on it with his ass facing out. “Rim me, boy” Mr. Snyder commanded. Surprised, Steven turned around and crouched down, pulling the lightly hairy mounds apart as he licked up from the low hanging, shaved balls up to the puckered hole. He wasn’t expecting to rim the taller, older man, but he dove in and used every trick he knew to pleasure Mr. Snyder’s hole. His tongue dug deep and he made sure that there was plenty of spit getting forced inside. Steven didn’t know if he was going to fuck Mr. Snyder or if it would be the other way around, but he figured he should be prepared either way. The grunts and comments of “Aaah, yes. Just like that” told Steven he was doing a decent job. Without knowing what to do next, he kept up chewing and tongue fucking what seemed to be an appreciative hole. His tongue started to get weak from the workout and Mr. Snyder sensed it and made his next command “Fuck me, boy.” Steven, panicked. How could he tell Mr. Snyder that he was poz. How could he ask for a condom. The rules were to stay quiet, but he couldn’t just stealth the man. He decided to say as few words as possible and simply asked “Condom?” “UUUGHH. Shush, boy. I only fuck bare” Mr. Snyder said exasperatingly. Steven knew that he couldn’t say anything more or there wouldn’t be a second visit. He stood up and lubed his cock up with spit, the head already shiny from the precum that had been dripping for a while. He dripped more spit on the tip of his cock as it rested at the entrance to Mr. Snyder’s pussy. Pressing in, he felt a surprisingly tight hole that slowly gave way until the head of his cock popped inside the ring. He heard a reassuring “Aaaahhh” from Mr. Snyder and began rocking his hips, plunging deeper and deeper each time. Steven worked up the pace and veracity of his thrust, using his hands to grip Mr. Snyder’s hips. When he felt himself getting close, he would slow down and start to think of anything to distract his mind away from breeding Mr. Snyder with his toxic seed. When the feeling would pass, he would start fucking harder again and he realized it really turned him on to be fucking a rich, powerful daddy with his very infectious cock. After several cycles of “fast and hard” and “slow and short” Steven knew the inevitable was close at hand, but he was unprepared for Mr. Snyder to start milking his cock and thrusting back to meet his inward strokes. “Oh fuck!” Steven muttered quietly but it was obvious that Mr. Snyder heard his comment. Instead of chastising him, Mr. Snyder yelled out “Oh god yes! Breed my ass!” Not wanting to disappoint or irritate with more comments or questions, he began hammering Mr. Snyder’s ass. His body was slamming in, forcing Mr. Snyder into the back of the couch. Sweat was dripping on to the sofa and precum was dripping from Mr. Snyder’s cock all over the leather cushion. Steven moved his hands to Mr. Snyder’s shoulders and pulled himself in deep. He felt the throb of his cock as the first spurt of charged cum pumped into the now sloppy chute. Steven could feel his balls pump the second, third and fourth shots. The subsequent ropes of poz cum were smaller and less explosive, but just as infectious. Once the last pulse was over, Steven began to slowly fuck in and out, feeling his cock surrounded by a pool of poisonous cum. He felt his cock finally start to soften and he slowly pulled out. He was unsure of what to do next. He didn’t want to go grab his underwear to wipe his cock clean and yet it seemed improbable that Mr. Snyder was going to suck his cock clean. He was wrong though, Mr. Snyder climbed off the couch and started to lick all of the cum and ass juice off of Steven’s cock and balls. He was methodical and thorough, making sure that no drop of Steven’s deadly cum was not inside of him either orally or anally. He finally stood and looked at Steven and said “Thank you, Steven. That was exactly what I needed. It has been way too long since I was properly bred.” He walked over and grabbed his robe from the sofa and wrapped it around himself. Steven took the cue to walk over to the chair and start dressing. As he finished tying his shoes, Mr. Snyder approached and handed him a stack of hundred dollar bills. “I think that went quite well and I hope you are amenable to meeting again. If so, could you leave me a number where I can reach you?” Mr. Snyder asked. Steven nodded and Mr. Snyder walked over to the desk, pulling a small piece of paper from a tray and handing a Mont Blanc pen to Steven. Steven chuckled at how old school this was. Normally he would just text his number, but he wrote his cell number down, leaving the rest of the paper empty. The ride back to the restaurant was just as quiet as the ride earlier to Mr. Snyder’s house. Steven wondered if he should stay quiet about the poz load that he had given Mr. Snyder or if he should figure out a way to let him know before it was too late. His phone buzzed and he looked at it, expecting a message from Ryan asking if he was ok. It was a message from Mr. Snyder - “Thank you again. I look forward to the next time.” He texted back “You’re welcome. I do too.”

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.

Ventured in to Slammers LA Sunday afternoon. Wasn't expecting to be here, but during the course of the day, I became horny. Fooled around a bit, sucked a few dicks. Finally, met a young, tall, lanky Latino. We went into the cubicles (the ones equipped with glory holes).I started sucking his cock. When it was fully erected, it was long, thick, and uncut. I held that big dick in my hand, and I knew there was only one place to put it. I got up, positioned my butt against the glory hole, and he slid that big piece of cock into me. He pounded me hard, and I was so turned on, I thrusted my ass against the glory hole. Man, I couldn't get enough of him going to town on my butthole. He came inside me, and thankfully stayed inside long enough for me to pop off a load. I'm sure the sounds of both he and I coming were heard throughout the club. Mission accomplished.

I just turned 18 so I was forced out of the of the orphanage that I grew up in. My brother was forced out 18 months ago so I decided to see and be with him. Both of us never knew our parents as we were just drop off. Growing up there was not easy as we never received enough food so our bodies never fully develop like most men do. I'm 5ft 5 maybe 100 LBS. and my brother about the same, as to our education we are both at maybe a 5th-grade reading level at best. I find my brother and he is living in a seedy part of town really a flop house and works as a day laborer and just to survive. We both don't care as we are together again and for us, that is good enough. As we are not mussel bound like everyone else at the place we stand by for day work and we are always the last to be pickup or who are willing to do jobs others would not do. Its hard work but we are together and we might have nothing but we have each other. Today everyone picked and we are just hanging when this truck we have never seen before ask us if we are willing to go with him and plant some bushes on his property outside of town. As we need the money just to eat and our bellies are growling we take the job. The ride is close to 2 hours and it has us worried a little bit but we soon pull into this very long driveway. We get out and Mr. Jackson says boys you might be here a few days as that whole driveway these bushes have to be planted and do you want to stay and I will give diner and some extra cash, we look at each other and say it sounds great. It's 7 am and we start working and it's hot maybe 90 degrees and by sundown, we are both exhausted as Mr. Jackson says you boys did a great job and during the day he would bring out water and some food so we did not see anything strange. He invites us into his home and has a meal to die for us. Instead of water he now has some fruit juice for us to dring which I never had before but we both are starving and thirsty. What I do feel is that I'm feeling a little lite headed and as I see my brother fall out of the chair and then I pass out. Mr.Jackson takes me out of the cage I'm in and says are you going to fight me like your brother did. I say NO and he smiles and gives me some juice that tastes awful with a metallic taste. After he shaved me so I'm now hairless like my brother as he puts the chastity cage back on.Then Mr. Jackson leads me over to the drain and bends me over and shoves a hose in my hole and is very roughly as he kisses the back of my neck and says I love virgin holes to break in so I'm going to be nice to you so just stand there. I see Mr.Jackson bring a bag over and says you will love Miss Tina so much, he takes a piece out and has me bend over then tells me to spread my cheeks wide, as he puts his finger in my hole again and whatever Miss Tina is it starts to burn and I panic, Mr.Jackson says relax boy it will soon pass and you will want your hole filled up. I'm put back into the cage as my hole is begging for something so to prevent me from using my fingers my my hole I'm handcuffed to the cage. My brother is taken out of the cage Mr. Jackson says you going to give me any trouble again and my brother says no as Mr. Jackson pulls out a funny looking pipe and puts a lighter to it and tells my brother to put his mouth on it and now take a deep breath and inhale real slow and hold it, then exhale slowly and my brother is coughing but is liking it and does it again and again. He looks bug-eyed as my brother is put back into the cage. As I'm pulled out of the cage Mr. Jackson takes my arm and says you saw how to smoke Miss Tina now I'm going you what we call a slam Miss Tina, my arm is tied off I see the needle and I ask Mr' Jackson are you going to clean my arm first and Mr. Jackson laughs and says its not needed, I see the blood fill the syringe and then the plunger is empty and I cant breath , I cough as Mr. Jackson says that is a light dose of 0.2 later you will be begging for more as he leads me over to a bench. Mr. Jackson you boys are now going to find out what you were born for as he straps me to one of the benches. He takes my brother out and straps to the other bench and we now face to face. This is the first time we are seeing Mr. Jackson naked he has a few weird tattoos and a metal ring through the head of his dick. I'm first as Mr.Jackson buries his face in my butt cheeks as I feel his tongue working over my hole, it feels great as his finger is back in me and that now feels fine then the burning starts again. He comes in front and tells my brother to suck his dick and my brother complies, then says you will make it nice and wet and if you do a good job it will be easier on your brother. As Mr. Jackson turns around right above his dick I can see 3 letters POZ, then says to my brother very good job as I feel that metal ring being run up and down the crack of my hole. When he starts to push the head of his dick into me the pain is more than I can take and ask him to stop but he keeps pushing it in slowly until he is balls deep. The pain is a lot as I'm seeing stars from it as he just starts to do short strokes .Mr. Jackson says you don't know how good it feels to have my POZ dick in a virgin hole and soon I will make it into a bleeding cunt. He smacks me on the ass really hard and starts to pull out and then drives back in again and again, but each time the pain is way less and I'm starting to enjoy it and right before Mr. Jackson cums in me I'm moaning like the bitch I am. When he pulls out he walks in front of me and I see his cum covered dick and there is blood on it as he grabs my brother's head and tells him to clean it real good which he does. I see Mr.Jackso go behind my brother and starts to buries his face in my brother's ass and he is really enjoying it till the burning starts and I see he knows that what happened to me is going to happen to him. I see my brother is crying from the pain of Mr.Jackson dick with the P.A. on tearing up his hole up like he did mine and just like by the end my brother is moaning also. Mr. Jackson is standing by me with his cum covered dick and dark blood and he does not say a word just as I open my mouth and start to clean his dick off with my brother blood on it. Mr.Jackson says we are not his sons yet but in a few weeks we will be as he puts back into our cages. For the next month, every day we are smoking the pipe getting slammed and booty bump drinking that rotten tasting juice before we get our daily fucking and after a week it does not hurt any more and we don't see our blood on Mr.Jackson dick.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION 1997 - Dallas, TX I grew up in a very weird neighborhood. Our block was an extremely average row of standard ranch houses. Go one block West and you'd see some beautiful mansions and one block to the East were Section 8 apartments. It irritated my dad to no end. He hated both the very rich and the very poor. He basically hated everyone. The rich were 'a bunch of tax-evading crooks' and the poor were all 'drug addicts who constantly produced mixed bastard babies'. Dad was a most unpleasant man. Obviously. He maybe even hated me, but never came right out and said it. 2008 I had basically flunked out of my first semester of college. I'd done well in high school but that was before I had unfiltered access to the internet and drugs. I liked weed, coke, booze and I liked porn...and pretty much nothing else. I loved speed as well - in all forms. I just stopped going to class or even caring about anything except getting high and beating off to videos of men fucking. It sounds pathetic as I write it now, but I was perfectly content at the time. So the deal was I could move back home for a year IF I cleaned up my act and got a job. Dad's rules. It was good timing because I wasn't yet at the point of having severely nasty reactions to coming down and my dick was rubbed raw from masturbating so much. I knew a guy at school who showed me how to navigate around internet filters, but I needed a porn break for now. I slept almost three whole days. The only thing that kept interrupting my sleep was the barking of the new dog my parents had adopted: Daisy. She was a black lab mix with a heart of gold. No way could I ever get mad at her. She was my example of joy...something to aim for. It was one of my assigned chores to walk her around the block several times a day. Daisy took her sweet time to urinate and/or poop. I didn't mind because the fresh air and the exercise were a sort of therapy for me. I could clean up and be something...definitely. But then.... I was walking the dog in the seedier part of our area when I saw some random guy standing almost in the middle of Olive Street. He was tall, skinny, covered with tats and handsome as fuck. He looked like Vanilla Ice after a bout with leukemia. He had on a baseball cap and seemed to waiting for somebody. I knew he was on something...it was an instinct I'd gained privilege to in the past few months. He didn't notice me at first which was good because it gave me a chance to look him over. Daisy gave us away by offering him a friendly bark. I knew her language of woofs - this was a 'hello, new person' noise and not a 'stay the fuck back' one. Still, the dude looked a little worried. "Yo! Keep him away from me!" He grabbed his back pocket like he was going to pull out a gun or something. "She's a she, and she's harmless. Her name is Daisy and I'm Mark." "OK. Cool. I don't like dogs, man. I'm Damien, D-Dog, or whatever else I tell you to call me." He was pure sleaze and gave off strong criminal vibes. My dad would call him 'trash' which made me want to know him even more than I already did. A car pulled up and he got in. "See you later, Mark." On the way back to Boringville, I chuckled to myself. Nobody was really named 'Damien' any more, right? Just like nobody was named 'Adolf'. Some names have been off-limits for decades. Some people had pretend lives and I understood them. Oh fuck -- Dad was home early. At least I wasn't taking a nap or watching TV. I unleashed Daisy and waited for his wrath. "Tomorrow. You're getting a damn haircut tomorrow." "OK." "And not at some fruity salon...you're going to John's barbershop on Walnut Street.. He'll expect you at 10 am." Fine. Whatever. I was slightly late for the appointment with John who'd been in this place since I was a kid. He looked like he was already mad and you were already giving him a headache. He could have been related to my dad. There was no TV here, just a stack of old macho magazines like 'Guns and Ammo' and 'Field and Stream'. Of course an A.M. radio station was playing, spouting wingnut opinions John already held. I wanted to request he change it to NPR just to see his head explode. You don't get shampooed in places like this. You just sit in one of the ancient vinyl chairs that are almost always patched with duct tape. "What are we doing today?" A crazy thought formed in my head. "Buzz it -- I'm gonna join the army next week." His mood brightened considerably. "Will do, young man." Looking back, I think I wanted to look more like Damien and also piss off my dad. He couldn't get mad at me because I was just doing what he requested. John brutally shaved my hair down to stubble. I'd pretend to be someone else for a while since my previous identity had been mostly dull. I could even pretend to agree with everything coming from the radio. I could become someone who hated Arabs and Jews and minorities and liberals. As soon as I started verbally agreeing with whatever the blowhard was spouting, John was ready to adopt me. Acting bears a remarkable resemblance to lying. I'd try this personality on for the time being. Of course my dad lost his shit. "What? Are you one of those skinheads now?" "No. He messed up a little and just kept cutting until it was evened out." Lying was getting easier and easier for me. I was 'M-Dawg' now. Fuck the world. I walked Daisy before bedtime and made sure to walk by the house Damien was in front of. No lights on of course. Guys like him would be out partying this time of night. But no. He was sitting in the dark on his unlit front porch. "Hail!" What was the response to this? M-Dawg would know. "Hail, Brother!" "Shit! You're Mike, right?" "Mark. I've lived a block West of here my whole life." "I'm new. I only know people from my old hood. Take that fuckin' dog home and then come back over." "Sounds good." Shit. My pretend self had opened a can of tattooed worms. Yes, Dad. I'm a skinhead now. I'm also a drug user and a fag and I can't wait for the day you drop dead of a heart attack. I let Daisy loose indoors and went upstairs to my room. I put on some old jeans from the hamper and dug through my closet until I found a 'Dead Kennedys' t-shirt I'd bought at Good Will. I have never heard their music, but I was going through an angry teen phase (that I guess I'm still not completely out of yet) and the shirt matched my mood. I never once wore it. Now seemed like the right occasion. Sure, it was a 'Small" when I bought it and I was rapidly becoming a "Medium"...but the tight fit made me look bulkier. It was practically sleeveless at this point. I was still skinny, but not as rail-thin as Damien. I had committed to no tattoos as of yet, but that couldn't be helped now. The night was warm, mosquito-filled and windless. Texas. I was back on the heat-soaked sidewalk in front of HIS house within 45 seconds. "Shit, yo! That was fast. You lookin' to party?" "Yeah. And get to know my neighbors." "Come sit here with me and we'll watch the end times coming." Huh? I guess I pretty much knew the end of times were arriving because the Middle East was so prepared to split the planet in half. Wouldn't that be a good way to go? You just fly into space and be be free of abusive dads, bullies and expectations. I was down with that. Damien had one of those indoor couches that had become outdoor porch fixtures around here (a Southern, White Trash thing), I just huffed and plopped down next to him. It was humid and the night was alive with the sounds of bats. They gobbling up mosquitoes and squeaking with joy. "I figured you'd be out partying tonight." "You thought that? You thought about me? That's interesting. Want a smoke?" He meant a cigarette, but I guess I'd hoped he had a rolled fatty to share. Nope...just a regular cig that at least wasn't menthol. "So you're just hanging out tonight?" "I kind of have to. I'm recently out on parole. It's so much bullshit. I have to be here to answer the phone...my HOME phone. I ain't allowed a cell phone." "That sucks." "You got internet?" "Yeah. Why?" "You ever look at that website that shows you where all the local sex offenders live?" "Nah. My dad used to check it regularly until he just got too outraged. Mom made him stop after so many red circles showed up that he nearly had a stroke. Why? Are we sitting in a red circle right now?" "Yup. I almost thought that was why you came sniffing around. Some people are into that." "What did you do, Damien?" "Bunch of shit. It's too long to get into now. I did my time and paid my dues but I'm branded for life." "Wow." "Yeah...'wow', Want to come inside?" I sure did. He was pure danger and pure sex. He embodied something I didn't quite have a name for. "Sure." Once inside the door, I saw shit I could barely believe. I'm not entirely sure how much I can say in this forum, but suffice it to say that this guy was into the devil...bug time. He was into all that 'white power' shit too. Hitler and stuff. This wasn't cool, and not any kind of alternative personality I could make for myself would ever be down with this. I regretted my haircut so much right now. He was hot in his own way, but this was too twisted and just plain wrong. "Want a beer?" "Uh - yeah. OK." He brought us both cans of Busch Light. "I still don't have cable, but I got the VCR hooked up." "Whatever you want, dude." We'd watch a movie or something and I'd get the hell out of here....and never walk down this street again. "See -- until I got sidetracked, I was going to be a famous filmmaker. I made some shit and put it on the internet. Want to watch a sample?" "Absolutely." I wanted to escape, but I needed to rest a little first. I couldn't wait to be home, in bed with a book. It smelled like piss in here. I wouldn't have been surprised to see an open bucket of urine in the corner somewhere. He'd taken off his shirt, letting me see all his ink. Pentagrams and other weird symbols. Some words too. My eyes weren't focusing all that well right now. I guess I was just tired. "It's a little rough and I didn't edit it very well. This is just raw material." He had the volume turned up pretty high and my ears were assaulted with violent metal/rap/rage music. There's a lot of what I saw I can't describe here and also a lot I've blocked out and/or can't remember. Damien handed me another cigarette and I gladly smoked it, hoping I could wake up a little. I closed my eyes to block out the imagery. One scene was of him fucking some passed-out guy. He grinned at the camera. Needles shooting into veins, guns firing, bloody wounds, and that awful goddamn music. Finally -- it ended. I wanted to soak my eyeballs in Clorox. "Damn. That was intense." "Did it turn you on?" "Um... I ...." "Feeling sleepy? I got something to wake you up. Stay here." I put out the cigarette in my empty beer can. His indoor couch wasn't much nicer than his porch couch, but it was so comfortable right now. I should have known he'd come back with a syringe. Fuck. I'd never shot up before...or had I? "A vitamin." "Like B 12 or something?" "Vitamin K." I'd heard of that. Pegople took that to stop having nosebleeds or something. "Yeah. Great. I don't do needles, man. Plus -- I think I'm allergic to that vitamin." "Doubt it. You had two cigs soaked in it...and I put a little in your beer." "Huh?" I wanted to sleep now. He'd drugged me. "Here. I'll just give you a little." Without me even trying to stop him, he thumped the inside of my elbow and stuck the needle in. It's weird that I didn't feel it because I always flinched when I got a yearly flu shot. "I'll finish up the rest of this." My arm was bleeding and there was a drop of blood on the tip of the syringe. "I don't feel good." "I can help you with that." He kicked of his shoes and took off his jeans. No socks, no underwear. "Shit -- feels good to air everything out." He was working on an erection that seemed close to nine inches long and very thick at the base. No way. I'd thought he was sexy before, but now I was just scared of him. How did I end up here? Where did I live? "I think I need to lie down." "Go ahead. It's night-night for you now. I'm gonna fuck your ass, though." "No! I...can't. NO!" "You think the drugs are free? You got high on my dime, and that gives me access to all your holes. I'm just going to get your clothes off and let the K do its thing." I was naked and lying face down on this filthy couch. He was positioning me like a rag doll until I was bent over with my bare ass in the air. I made an attempt to say 'no' again, but just couldn't get my mouth to work. "This ain't rape, man. I'm NOT a rapist. You came here of your own free will." Maybe so. I liked danger, but this was beyond that. He stuck his big dick unto my ass hole and I honest-to-god didn't feel any pain. I'd later learn that I'd been drugged with Ketamine -- which is normally used as a tranquilizer for large animals. I suppose I could have felt a small amount of relief that my first time getting fucked didn't hurt. Damien just pumped away like a bull in heat as I took it all. Did he have STD's? Probably. AIDS? I wished so badly that I was truly passed out, but awareness remained. I wanted to remember this. My first time. I'd write about in one day. His breathing got heavier and his hips were thrusting faster. He was going to cum inside of me. Why wasn't I asleep yet?? A criminal was fucking me full of who-knows-what and I was lucid enough to realize it. I'd just pretend to be asleep. Yeah. I was good at pretending. "Hail! The seed of The Damned is in you now!!!" He was sweating all over me. It's funny how I didn't feel his cock enter me, but I felt it leave me. No worries. I was asleep. I heard him leave the room and go take a piss as my pretend sleep turned into actual sleep. Long, deep, dreamless sleep. I'll leave it to you to imagine the ending. Imagination is a wonderful thing.

I was in Salt Lake City for a couple of days. Since I'd had some very successful breed and seed parties in SLC in the past, I wanted to try another. Unfortunately, my cell phone died the day I was flying to SLC. So, I was there without the benefit of Grindr, Growlr, Scruff, etc. Also, I couldn't get my KIK messages. Those disadvantages, along with the loss of Craigslist was making it difficult to get as many tops to seed me than I normally get. I used doublelist.com as well as BBRT and Squirt to get the word out. Wednesday night I only had 2 tops show up. One was a str8 guy that replied to my doublelist ad. He showed up to just get his dick sucked. But, he ended up fucking me raw as well. It was a good fuck. But, he was a fast cummer. It was over too soon. The second guy replied from BBRT. He was kind of a boring fuck. So, I was a quite disappointed. On Thursday night the responses from BBRT, Squirt and doublelist were better. I got 5 loads that night. All were great fucks and I enjoyed getting those loads. But the BEST was definitely the last. It was well past midnight and I was almost ready to call it a night when I got a message from a black guy on BBRT. I told him with a message that I was in a downtown SLC motel room, wanting cocks. I loved his pics and wanted him to fuck me. Thankfully, he wrote back. He asked if I could handle his 11", thick bbc? I wrote back that I would have no problem taking him. He again wrote back that this would NOT be a "vanilla, romantic" fuck. He said most white fags can't handle him. He'd only come over if I could take a deep, hard fuck from him. "I fuck hard, fast and deep. I'll slam balls deep into your cunt and show no mercy. Once I start to fuck, there's no stopping until I put my babies in your white pussy. You better be able to take this black dick, faggot. Or you'd better back out now." he said. I wrote back that I was sure I could take him. I gave him the motel address and my room number. He told me he'd be there in 15 minutes. Sure enough, 15 minutes later there was a knock at my door. I opened the door to find a 6', 190 lb, muscular black guy stepping into my room. His skin town was even darker than it appeared in his BBRT photos. He was in his early 50's. He had a rough, masculine, angry look to him. His short black hair was filling with grey hairs. He looked me up and down as I closed the door behind him. "You got anyone else coming over? Cause I don't want a group. You're going to be my pussy. I don't share." he said. "No one else is coming. Just you and me. I have 4 loads in me. That OK?" I asked. "Lock the door, fag", he barked, as he began to pull his shirt over his head and unbuckle his jeans. "Get on your knees, cocksucker. Get this black cock hard, fag. And I better not feel teeth", he demanded. I pulled my tee-shirt off and tossed it to the floor. I pulled my shorts down and kicked them aside as I dropped to my knees. I took his soft cock into my mouth and sucked on his foreskin. As his cock began to swell, I then pushed the foreskin back with my lips and began to suck. I'd take a gasp of breath, and then swallow his cock as far back down my throat as I could, before choking. Soon, he pushed me aside and moved to the bed. He sat on the edge and I moved over to him. I again began to suck on his now fully hard bbc. I licked down to his balls as he softly let out a low moan. I licked and sucked on his balls as I lifted up his legs. He pulled his knees to his chest and I licked his ass. "Ah, you are a good faggot, aren't you? Eat my nigger ass, queer", he said. I licked his hole, then slide my tongue up into him. "Fuck yeah!", he said as I made love to his hole. "Show me your pussy, faggot", he barked as he rolled to the side. I climbed up on the bed and kelt on the edge of the bed. I had placed a hand towel, lube and poppers on the corner of the bed. I grabbed the poppers and began to sniff them as he stood behind me. He lubed up his cock and squeezed some on my asshole. He slid some lube up into my hole and fingered my hole a bit. Then, all of a sudden I felt his hard cockhead pressing against my hole. Oh, God! I know I told him I could handle his cock, but I was beginning to doubt myself. He had grown to at least 11 inches and he had a very nice thickness to it, as well. I was sniffing poppers nearly non-stop. I knew it was going to take a shitload of poppers to take his dick. He quickly began to press into me and it stung a bit. I just continued to inhale the poppers as I felt him slide all the way into me. It was hurting, but I was not about to stop it. I wanted that bbc inside me. I needed this fuck. Just as he promised, he showed no mercy. He immediately began to pound me. Poppers were splashing against my nose and lips as he rammed hard and deep into me. With some difficulty, during the hard thrusts, I finally put the lid on the poppers and grabbed hold of the sheets to steady myself as he slammed repeatedly into me. Then he put one of his legs up on the bed, going into me on an angle and going even deeper into me. He grinded his big cock in my pussy. Soon he pushed me further up onto the bed. He climbed up on the bed and slide back up into me in one quick thrust. My ass had now relaxed and it was feeling incredible! He had grabbed me around the waist and was slapping against me as he repeatedly thrust in and out of me. The bed was banging against the wall and I was letting out grunts as he slammed my ass. For nearly 20 minutes he pushed and maneuvered me into every conceivable position. Each position allowing his cock to go even deeper into me. He'd grind my ass with his cock buried balls deep into me, up past my second sphincter. He knew just where to put his cock to rub it against my prostate. It was grinding against my prostate so hard, that I nearly came a couple of times, just from the friction he was putting on it with his bbc. Then he slide up into second sphincter again. The harder and deeper he'd fuck, I could tell the hornier he was getting. He finally had me on my back, his cock buried deep into me as his face was just inches from my face. He was looking intently into my eyes as he fucked me. He seemed to enjoy seeing my face expressing both intense pleasure and pain at the same time. With his face so close to mine, I so wanted to kiss him. I began to move my lips to his to kiss. I could smell the booze on his hot breath as I moved my lips to his lips. But, he turned his face sideways and barked, "No kissing, faggot! I don't fuckin' kiss queers", he growled. "You're just a pussy to me. Just a hole to fuck. Just a cunt to use", he said. He thrust a few more times into me, then asked, "You ready for my cum, pig? You ready to take my babies?" "Oh, God, Yes! Put your cum in me. Fill my cunt with your babies!", I moaned, breathlessly. "Uhh Uhh Uhhhh!", he grunted as he rammed harder and deeper into me with each thrust. My head was banging against the wall. It hurt, but there was no stopping or moving. I was completely under his control. Finally he took one last, hard thrust into me and I could feel his cock throb as he filled my colon with his seed. He was well up past my second sphincter as he emptied his balls into me. I was squeezing my ass on his throbbing cock. Trying to milk every drop of his hot seed into me. He collapsed onto me and was panting into my ear with his hot breath. We stayed like that for a few minutes as both our breathing slowed. Finally he climbed up off me and rolled onto his side. I snuggled up to him and caressed his muscular, hairy chest. We laid there for several more minutes. I reached for his cock, he was still hard. I leaned down and licked the beads of cum that were oozing from his piss slit. He fingered my cum filled pussy as I sucked his cock. Soon, he had positioned himself again at my hole. He immediately thrust back into me. He was quickly grunting and moaning as he again began to pound my ass. It only took a few minutes until he was again groaning loudly, grabbing me around the waist and planted another load into me. Then he quickly pulled out, climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. When he came out of the bathroom, wiping his cock off with a washcloth, I told him how great the fuck was. "Can we fuck again when I'm in town", I asked? "Sure, fag. It's hard to find a hole that can take my dick. I like your white pussy. Yeah, let me know. I'll fuck you". With that, he dressed and left. I locked the door behind him, turned out the lights and went to sleep. Replaying the hot fuck in my mind as I drifted off to sleep. It's now 2 days later and my ass is still a little sore. But, it was a fuck I'll long remember. And hope will happen often when I'm in Salt Lake.

Gay campgrounds get lots of 'day campers' just there for the afternoon. They're usually married guys who live nearby and man are they all too eager to get fucked. Sent many a married man home with my nut in his ass?

Did a long weekend in Disney Orlando this month with my partner and some friends. Had a nice sized two-bedroom in Saratoga Springs resort we shared among 5 of us for a semi-annual reunion. This was our final evening / night of the trip, when just Shane and I were left (our friends departed earlier that day) because of a cancelled flight. This was the start of what turned out to be an exciting night....... I had gone to meet another friend who lives in Tampa, while Shane did an afternoon at the spa. I was back at the resort chatting on the apps with a few guys. Most were cast members (there are always a handful looking to play, but they work odd shifts or often are only available late after the parks close). A 22 year old guest staying nearby was sounding more serious, so I invested more attention in his chat. He was traveling with his family for the week, couldn’t host (as most of the guys on the apps around Disney cannot), and was horny. He was 5’10”, very lean, brick red hair that was short and very curly, and a cute face. Not usually who I would pursue (I like a guy with a solid build), but he seemed nice, real, and was available now. I met him near the bus stop and walked over. He was here with his family — his parents and two younger siblings, as well as a grandparent, aunt, and 2 younger cousins. They were in the water park (kinda surprising since its been unseasonably cold this week), and he hung out at their resort instead. Grinding on Grindr, of course (haha). We chatted about his college — he was a senior in psychology, planning to do grad school next year. He was a bit shy, which I found endearing. Very grounded. Far from being a typical self-focused or entitled twink, this guy was articulate, seemed to have some culture under his belt, and was humble. He was quiet and reserved, but friendly. It was a nice walk back to the condo, and was more intrigued to see where this would go. I wasn’t convinced he would totally follow through, but he’d come this far. I hadn’t heard back from Shane, yet, so was thinking this would be a one-on-one. In the condo, college boy and I had a glass of wine (he was looking a bit timid), and I casually placed my hand on him a few times as we moved around — his back, then waist, and finally leg while sitting on the couch. After a bit he returned the touch. I leaned in to kiss him, and warmed up to a slow, intimate series of kisses on the couch. I casually rubbed his chest and legs, and he reached down for my cock. It was time to move to the bedroom. I ushered him into our friends’ vacant room, went to mine to grab lube and poppers, and returned. He asked if I was on PrEP, and I confirmed it (we’d discussed it in our app chat, and its in my profile, but he needed to hear it again). He said he doesn’t usually bareback, and I told him I had condoms if he wanted. At that point, he dropped to his knees, pulled out my dick, and started sucking. College boy had a nice mouth and technique, sliding up and down my cock with his tongue, never loosing suction. He was a voracious cocksucker. I pulled his mouth off my cock, and slapped it against his face; he immediately put his tongue out for more. I was more turned on, and slowly fed it to him, pulling back to tease him, and build his need for it. I reached down and pulled his shirt off, then started to fuck his face, holding the back of his head, and his ears at one point. I thought about shooting in his mouth, but I wanted more of this college boy. I told him to strip; he wrestled out of his jeans and underwear while still kneeling. I reached down to his smooth ass while he went down on my cock again. I rubbed my finger against his dry hole, massaging rather than penetrating, starting to stimulate the nerves and relax his muscle. He moaned quietly, and actually stopped sucking my cock and pushed his head into my abs. “Fuck yeah,” he whispered. I wet my fingers and slowly started to probe him, tenderly, feeling his muscle contract and then ease open as he fell under the spell. He was still kneeling on the floor, and I got down on one knee alongside him, one hand caressing his back and the other now better positioned to play with his ass. He slid into position on all fours, and I drizzled lube on my fingers, probing a bit deeper to work the lube all the way in. ”Can I have some poppers?” he asked quietly. I handed him the amber bottle, and he took two long drags off of it. He settled his chest against the carpet, spread his knees wider to better display his ass in the air, and started to moan louder as the magic took hold. College boy was surrendering to the allure of offering himself to a stranger. My cock was rock hard, and I jerked it a few times to cover it in lube before returning my fingers to his hole. It was definitely time for more. I stood up, then squatted behind his ass, letting my cock slid up and down along that inviting divide between his ass checks. “Oh fuck yeah” he breathed, slowly grinding his ass against my cock. I ran my Hands along his back, massaging him firmly, let my dick go freestyle as it searched for his hole on its own. College boy groaned when the head pressed against his waiting hole. I pressed more firmly, and felt the natural resistance of a young hole that was still learning to open itself up. I started a regular rhythm of pressure, letting the subtle thrusts entice his hole to open. “It’s a thick dick. Take another hit of the poppers,” I told him. He did, raising up onto all fours after he did, and working his ass back and forth against my cock. Then the head of my cock popped into his hold, the sphincter opening just enough to allow access. He whimpered and then moaned loudly as he let it slide in deeper. I held it inside him silently, massaging his back gently, caressing his ass cheeks. Then he started rocking back and forth on my cock, very slowly at first, but gradually getting more adventurous. His hole was firmly gripped around my cock, and it felt amazingly warm and smooth inside. It was easy to glide in and out as he fucked himself. I started moving my hips in rhythm with his ass, letting my cock stretch his hole a bit wider, and introducing new angles. College boy turned to butter and sank his chest to the ground again. He was ready. I held his hips and began thrusting harder. College boy moaned none stop, gasping occasionally and asking to get fucked longer. My pelvis was smacking hard against his lean ass. I slowed a few times as I shifted my own position, and enjoyed watching my slick dick gliding in and out of that fresh hole. Finally I pulled out, stood up, and told him to stand. I stretched my legs as he rose (he was a bit shaky), then pushed him onto his back on the bed. His legs went right into the air and I dove back into his hole. His slender dick was standing straight up, and I reached for it. “Don’t!” He gasped. “I’ll shoot! I want more! It feels amazing!!” I started fucking him hard, my balls slapping his ass as I went for longer strokes. I was sweating, and I could see the sheen on his own body. College boy grabbed his own ankles and held his legs wide, grunting with each deep thrust. “Oh! Fuck! Yeah!” He looked up at me, his eyes glazed in cocklust. He had totally surrendered to me. It was time to finish on the high note. I pressed one hand against his lightly fuzzed chest for balance, and grabbed his dick in my other, He gasped and locked eyes with me. He knew what was about to happen. I wasn’t asking permission or what he wanted. This would be wordless and primal. I fucked harder, feeling the release build in me. I massaged his dick, rather than jerking it. He kept staring at me, his filled with desire and suddenly a hint of fear. I unleashed inside him, driving my load deep and growling with each desperate thrust. College boy threw his head back and exploded, his cum splattering his own face and shoulders. He shuddered again and again as the orgasm pulsed through his lean body. I stood there panting, his body displayed in front of me, my dick still inside his cum-filled hole. I was fucking turned on still — I had just bred his hot little college boy. After a few moments we moved apart. He was once again reserved and timid. He showered quietly and quickly. I heard voices in the living room, and knew Shane had returned — but not alone. I stepped into the shower. “How are you doing?” College boy said he was fine. I figured he hadn’t been bred before, or at least very rarely. Which turned me on even more. My dick was getting hard again. We dressed and headed into the living room. College boy needed to meet his family for dinner in Disney Springs. My partner was sitting on the couch with a cute guy sharing wine. We exchanged hellos, and I said I was going to walk college boy out. He and walked back to the bus stop, hugged quickly, and said goodbye. I would hear from him later via Grindr. I was right that he had only been bred a couple times by his ex-boyfriend. He’d admit to jerking off the rest of the week thinking about our encounter and taking a load in his ass. I would do the same, and was feeling a thrill each time I thought about that reserved college boy walking with his family that night through Disney, my load inside him. I wandered back to the condo to see what Shane and his guy were up to. I’ll share that experience in my next thread.... If you enjoyed this one, let me know by clicked the blue heart below.

The next morning, I couldn’t focus on work, clients even noticed. I would go back to my office and jump on my phone, searching nearby craigslist (back when it was available) for guys that were POZ and willing to give it. There were no shortage of gay guys around, and by the looks of it plenty of POZ guys as well. I typed out some replies and sent them, inquiring if they were willing to infect me with HIV. I would race back to my phone between clients waiting for replies. I got some, most of them telling me it’s not a joke and it would “ruin my life as I know it”. But that was quite the opposite, if my bottom became infected he’d break up with his girlfriend and be with men, or ME. That certainly would not ruin my life, yes I’d have to go on meds, but research has come so far that I don’t have to worry so much, or can even be cured. But one thing is for sure, he would have my DNA inside him forever, he’d have the strain of HIV that came out of my cock, and he’d be mine. I text my bottom, “how are you feeling today?” he answered quite quick. “Good except I just leaked cum into my shorts at work.” “Does that excite you slut?” “Yes Sir”, he wrote. He’s becoming more obedient I like it. Tonight, will be rough on him, but who knows, when I put poppers under his nose he becomes a dick taking machine. “Still horny? I have some fun planned for tonight” “Yes Sir I can’t wait” I went home and cleaned out my ass this time along with my shower, tonight he was going to worship my ass and cock, and we will see what that will lead to. I grabbed a collection of training butt plugs and added to my bag. If I’m going to be getting fucked by POZ guys, I need to prepare a little it has been a long time since I’ve had anything of considerable size in my ass. I pulled up to the house and was delighted to see Trevor already walking out to my car in his jock strap, came to my side and gave me a kiss before going to the back to grab my bag. He followed me into the house, and put the bag into the bedroom. On the kitchen counter was a typed out paper with his home address, work address, what gym he goes to, and his girlfriend’s full name and address. It brought a huge smile across my face that he went above what I was expecting of him. I placed an envelope on the table already sealed with the second of the two chastity keys inside, and started to make us drinks. “What’s that?” Trevor said walking up to the counter. “I’m really happy with what you gave me, in the envelope is the other key, you are going to mail the key to your girlfriend with no explanation until she asks about either the key or your locked-up cock.” I said. “Oh, ok, what do I tell her?” He looked worried. “I imagined you would tell her you were getting too distracted with masturbation and that you locked up your cock so you could focus on work and that you mailed the key so you wouldn’t be tempted to unlock yourself until you saw her next.” “I can do that, makes sense” he replied “Good I thought you’d like it, now for the plans for tonight; I will be cumming in your ass at some point, but tonight you will be focusing on worshiping my cock and hole instead. I will be instructing you on what to do and when.” “Yes sir, how should we start?” I downed my drink and walked toward the bedroom, took my clothes off and laid on the bed. “First, you’ll suck my cock until its nice and hard and wet, then you’ll lick and suck my hole until its nice and wet,” I instructed. He went to work sucking my cock, he has really improved since we first started. At moments, I had to change my train of thought so I wouldn’t cum down his throat. “Ok, now my ass” I lifted up my legs, and he dove right in. He was really good with his tongue, I remembered him saying he loved going down on his girlfriend, it transitioned well. “Make sure you press your tongue inside slut.” I slowly stroked my cock for a while and enjoyed his work on my hole, “Ok, stop, go to my bag and grab the 3 plugs that look the same and the lube.” He licked his lips as he lifted up his head from my ass. He went and grabbed the plugs and came back awaiting instruction. “Lube up the big one, and shove it up your ass,” I said. “Yes sir,” and he got to work, it didn’t take more than 10 seconds to pop that big plug in his ass and again, he sat there waiting for my word. “Lube up the small one and slowly… slowly insert it back and forth in my ass for a while.” It wasn’t so bad, I took the small plug back and forth for a minute or two before I asked for the medium plug. That one took a little longer but Trevor was good about not pushing too hard and using enough lube. “Hold on, push it in and sit down on the bed,” he slid it all the way in and sat next to me, I got up and went to my bag and grabbed the my key to his cock. “Come here, that’s coming off.” I unlocked his cock and it almost instantly became fully hard. “OK, take my plug out and you’re going to fuck me, slowly.” “sir?” “You heard me slut, your cock is hard, my ass will be better than your girlfriend’s cunt” I got on my hands and knees on the bed, waiting for him to lube up and enter me. He got behind me and pulled the plug out slowly, and I felt the soft head of his cock on the entrance to my hole. He slowly pressed against it, the work he did with the plug did wonders, his cock slid in and I heard him gasp. “Wow,” Trevor said from behind me, slowly going in and out to the head, deep long strokes into my ass. “Don’t get used to this Trevor, but keep going. If you cum, you might lose your horniness like you said, but that won’t stop me from cumming in your ass tonight.” He moaned and kept a steady pace, “Faster”, I demanded. He picked it up, bouncing off my ass with his hips and really pumping his cock. “Are you getting close slut?” I asked. “Yes, Sir” he moaned. “STOP!” I said falling forward onto the bed, his cock leaving my ass with a pop. “Good, boy, you fucked your first male ass, how did it feel?” “it felt great” he said almost looking like I gave him poppers, he was still rock hard. “Your turn, on your back on the bed, take that plug out.” He didn’t even look sad about it, he laid on the bed and that plug was out in seconds, his hole gaping and waiting for me. I didn’t skip a beat, and I was in his hole to the balls in one thrust. He moaned, still hard, I grabbed hold of his cock and stroked him while I fucked him in fast deep thrusts. I kept stroking him and slowed down my thrusts, letting him really enjoy the feeling of each thrust, I have been able to piss while hard before, and his hole is loosened up enough not to constrict it further. I pushed in deep, and let it flow, he didn’t realize what was going on at first, until he started feeling fuller. It didn’t last long despite my drinking a lot throughout the day, But his ass was full of my piss. “Sir did you-“ “Yes boy, I did and you’re going to be a good boy and lay upside down against the bed for a while and let it go further in got it?” I interupted. “I feel so full” he said. “Good, I like you full. Now, clench down as I exit so nothing comes out.” I instructed. He squeezed down on my cock, he will release my piss later after we drink some more. I got up and saw the light blinking on my phone, and grabbed it as Trevor spun around and let himself half fall off the bed, ass and legs in the air. I saw that I had an email reply to one of the craigslist posts I answered. I instantly felt nervous and excited. The email read: I’m not far from you and I love pozzing neg ass. Come over tonight for your first toxic load, bring your tooth brush. (listed the address) _______________ You’ll be poz after tonight. I was hard thinking about it, I’m usually a top through and through, but the idea of me giving this boy the HIV that my body has started making my own, was well… intoxicating. I walked out to the kitchen and grabbed a large glass, and brought it back to Trevor. “release some of that piss in here and drink it if its clean, let the rest out in the toilet. Come here so I can lock your cock back up.” I said. He walked over and I locked him up, gave him a big kiss, told him to watch some NEG to POZ porn tonight while sitting on his largest dildo in the living room blinds open. I grabbed his toothbrush and looked up the address to this POZ top’s house, jumped in my car and headed over to his place to change my life forever.

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.

It's nice that Mr.Jackson is giving my brother and I a job skill of making Meth as his product Blue Tea is very high grade and pure. Mr.Jackson read about Frank Lucas product Blue Majic and what he did for heroin and how his sales took off and took over the market. We work about 6-8 hours a day and Mr.Jackson sells only to dealers who will not cut his product Blue Tea as every bag we make is stamped Blue Tea on it. We found out about what all the cameras are for in the room my brother and I fuck in, as its another part of Mr.Jacksom other business of live shows of boys fucking and doing other things that we learned later about. We are kept in chastity all the time unless we are fucking and we both have tattoos on our bodies. Right over our dicks in big blocks letters is POZ and the same above the crack of our ass with a Bio Hazard tattoo around our right nipple, then we were given a Prince Albert piercing for the head of our dicks as it helps tear up holes for POZZING. Mr.Jackson gives us the truck as he trust us now plus here we get all the Tina we could ever want, we are living together as we both are so happy to have Mr.Jackson take such good care of us. The delivery is to a bathhouse and we drop off the supplies and we get a call from Mr.Jackson for us to stay there and have some fun as he put the key to our chastity device in the glove compartment. The owner of the bathhouse says you boys get in free as I'm texting out now we have 2 hot boys here who are POZ with raging hard dicks, he is surely right about hard and with lots of toxic cum in us that has to be put to good use. It does not take long before the chasers come in and we are overwhelmed by the demand so we each pick out one and start. I pick the guy with the swimmer body about 5ft. 9 145LBS. and the bubble ass that's maybe in his late 20s. He is all over me and is begging for me to POZ him as he hands me a toothbrush and I'm a little lost why you need a toothbrush for this till he explains it to me and says is this my first doing this, I tell him it is. Now I know what it is for I go to work put some (Majic Tea Lube another product from Mr.Jacksom) I know from his reaction his hole is burning and he is enjoying it as the more I work the brush for a while and it goes from a very lite pink to a dark red so I know he is ready and so am I. My dick slips right in even with the P.A. on as this guy has a Man Cunt as I ask him one last time does he want my toxic load into him and he shouts YES and put it in as deep as you can, it does not take me long before I feel my dick pumping out a massive toxic load as the pressure is forcing my cum to leak out. When I pull out you hear PLOP as I see a gaped Man Cunt flooded with my cum as he hands me a butt plug for me to put in. He then turns and cleans my dick as we lay there while his body soaks up my toxic cum, I dump 3 more loads into him before I left. My brother did the same to the guy he fucked and we both left very happy and before we left the bathhouse owner said to us there is a package in the back of the truck for Mr.Jackson when we get to the truck we open the back and see a boy all tied up with a gage in his mouth. Let me know what you think and if you want more. Thank you to thous of you who make comments.

The more Mr. Jackson fucks us the more we enjoy it so we are begging to have our holes used, The juice with the chemicals in it we get used to and understand why it used as it brings out the pig in each of us and Miss Tina make the world go around as we get our daily slam or get to suck on the pipe with the booty bump making our holes feel the need to be fuck. We have been with Mr. Jackson for about 5 weeks now and the only time we are let out is to service his dick as our dick is locked up in chastity. This morning my brother is very sick as Mr. Jackson takes him over to the bed and seems very happy as he wraps my brother up in a blanket and comes over to me and says your brother is very sick and it will be your turn to be very sick also. Two days later I get sick with a high fever and I'm freezing in July my body is aching and we both have this rach on our bodies. Mr.Jackson is taking very care of us and nursing us back to health as my brother and I lay in the same bed keeping each other warm and cuddling like we did when we were younger to stay warm.be on Tina at a time and the one, not on tina is the Top and the other is the bottom cum dump. Let me if you want more.

So I told you that as I finished up with my college boy trick, that my partner Shane had returned from some spa time with a guy of his own. I met him briefly as I was walking my freshly bred trick out. Handsome guy, in his late 20s, European accent — Czech or Bulgarian regions, I would guess. Dark hair and eyes, with a nice definition. He was a Disney cast member working in one of the resorts. I walked my trick out of the resort, and purposely wandered back to our room. I have a strong voyeuristic side to me, and didn’t want to return too soon and break the chemistry that was obviously brewing between Shane and the cast member. I quietly entered the condo, and was happy to see that Shane and the European guy were no longer in the living room. Their shirts were laying on floor. Listening, I headed to the guest room where I was hearing the noises of men grunting and gasping in passionate exploration. I peeked around the corner of the bedroom and saw the cast member laying naked on the bed, his body smooth and nicely defined. His cock was thick and meaty, standing straight up — it really was an impressive site. Shane was straddling the guy, his smooth ass grinding against that beautiful cock in slow motion, building the anticipation in both of them. Shane was arched forward, kissing the guy as they teased the coming fuck. Shane squirted some of the lube I’d used just an hour ago in that same bed, reaching back to slick the guy’s cock. The guy immediately reached down and began maneuvering his cock, using the mushroomed head to search for Shane’s hole. Shane snatched the bottle of poppers off the sheets and took two strong hits. The cast member found his target, the grinding coming to and abrupt end, and their bodies moving very slowly and purposefully as he entered Shane’s ass. Shane let out a sound I know so very well — a long, drawn out, “ooooohahhhhhhh” as his sphincter stretched and released around that European club. The cast member’s hot body begun working, his hips thrusting up and in tight circles, working the hole that Shane had so willingly offered up raw. Shane was jerking his own big dick, moaning as his ass was expertly worked into submission. “Fuck that’s big!” I heard him gasp between thrusts. “I told you it was big,” the guy said, reaching his hands down to Shane’s ass and grasping his cheeks firmly while thrusting up. Shane groaned in pleasure, then leaned back on his arms, showing off his own athletic physique, thick chest, and raging hardon. He worked his own hips to ride the thick meat inside him, becoming louder as he did. “Uh! OH! UUHHHHH!” I stroked my dick watching my partner ride this sexy boy’s body. Shane bounced on that dick for a few more minutes, the two of them occasionally whispering to one another, then thrusting hard. Shane’s ass was now accustomed to the European cock, and he was lost in cock lust. Finally they slowed, and I watched as that thick meat slid out of Shane’s hole. They stayed in that position a moment, then exchanged a few whispers, and Shane moved to side. The cast member got up, grabbed Shane’s waist, and guided him into a doggy position. He then pushed his dick back inside my partner’s hungry hole. The sound of muscle slapping against muscle filled the room as he started to pound Shane. My partner was moaning non stop as his ass was taken by this guy. The guy used his knees to push Shane’s legs further apart, and slowly fucked him into the mattress, finally landing Shane in a spread eagle. This European stud braced his own arms so he was hovering over Shane’s body, and started thrusting his hips so his cock was plunging into Shane’s smooth ass. Shane was making a mix of grunts and whimpers as he was fucked by long, deep, plunging strokes. He couldn’t move anything but his lower legs, which were now slightly off the bed as he was pounded into the mattress. I was stroking hard, building toward another climax watching as these two were each caught up in their own parts of the experience. Shane was lost in ecstasy of being fucked long and hard, anticipating being turned into this guy’s cumdump. The young European stud was exhilarated by the power and pleasure of the ass wrapped around his cock. He was thrusting hard, his eyes closed and focused on his own pleasure. Shane had offered him a raw hole, and he was clearly about to breed it. His muscles tightened and started to spasm as he let out three deep grunts, his thrusts become an effort as he unleashed his seed in my partner’s willing ass. He pushed himself deep inside, arching his back to maximize penetration and push his seed as deep inside as possible. His body spammed two more times, and I could imagine the large, sticky load that was being pumped out of this stud’s cock and into Shane. As the two lay there still, I stepped out of the doorway to let them finish their connection. I heard them shower, and then saw the European cast member leave. Shane was still naked, admitting he was a bit dizzy from the poppers and breeding experience. His dick was long and hard, and he hadn’t come during their fuck. I was horned up knowing there was a stranger’s fresh load inside him. A short time later I saw him cruising on his phone .... and I wondered if there was more to cum that day. [If you enjoyed reading about this little adventure, let me know! You can tap the blue heart below and leave a message.]

Has anyone ever sucked off a family memb? My first time was when my daughter had just given birth to her second son. I was babysitting my grandson while her man was visiting them in the hospital. He came home. Grandson was asleep. We watched a Knick game, had a few beers. I fell asleep on couch. I woke up a little later. He is watching porn. His BBC is out and he’s stroking it. I just stare at it. He catches me staring. Asks me if I like sucking cock. I said that as a matter of fact, I enjoy it! He said come over here and work this dick! I’ve been sucking him two or three times a week for the last 6 years. He wants to fuck me. Should I let him?

Note: This is a work of fiction. Any relationship to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Enjoy the story. In the Cards I was cruising a website looking for some action when I became engaged in a discussion with another guy about card games and Russian roulette and the possibility of getting pozzed. I have always been interested in being a bottom among other bottoms and having random poz or neg guys breed me and then wait for the results. In my mind it is the ultimate chaser experience. The guy told me that he was getting a group four tops and four bottoms together—neg bottoms and neg and poz tops for a breeding session involving selection by a deck of cards. At least one top in the group would be poz. He needed one more bottom to complete the group. I thought about the possibility of risking being pozzed and the randomness of the draw had me interested. After thinking about it fir a few minutes I responded that I wanted to play. He gave me the address and told me to be there in an hour. Despite my apprehension at becoming poz, the odds were good that I wouldn’t and I cleaned up and drove to the address. It was a very nice house in a nice neighborhood. I was suddenly very excited because I had expected some sleazy place. The host met me at the front door and verified that I was indeed invited to the party. He was as described in his profile. Mid-30’s, white, youngish looking, black hair, neatly groomed. He had on shorts and a tee shirt, I could see the outline of his ample cock behind the material. I wondered if he was a top or bottom. I was then ushered inside to the very nicely appointed entry hall. I noticed six piles of clothing on the floor and was not surprised when I was invited to strip naked and leave everything in a pile on the floor. As I was stripping my host took off his shorts and tee shirt and laid them on a pile. His cock was awesome, even flaccid. He was cut and thick. Since the host had stripped while I was doing the same, I guessed that I was the last to arrive. Once naked I faced my host and he guided me to the party room. Six other guys were there lounging. It was a nice mixture of races and body types. I figured that the guys with the biggest cocks, including one black guy, were tops. No sex was taking place, but some drinks and munchies were being served. The room was large and I also saw that there were four areas prepared for sex, it was going to be a communal fuck session orgy. The host began speaking ,”Gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s roulette breeding party. Four of us are bottoms and four are tops. The idea is that each top will breed at least one bottom tonight. You already know that at all of the bottoms are neg, or at least indicated to me that they are neg, and of the tops at least one is poz. There is a minimum 25 percent chance that the bottoms will be bred by the poz top. The poz top or tops are HVL and med resistant. Whomever the lucky bottom or bottoms are will likely convert as a result of tonight’s party.” I felt a chill go down my spine. It was real! But, I thought that there was only a one in four chance that I would get the poz top. He continued, “Here is how it will go down tonight. Each of the tops has already drawn a card, Ace, King, Queen or Jack. Each of the bottoms will draw a card and the top with the matching card will be their breeder. Once the initial breeding session is over, you are welcome to stay and enjoy the drinks, food and any other sex you desire. It is 10 PM now, at 11 PM, the status of each of the tops will be revealed and they have all agreed that they will likely be ready for sloppy seconds by then, if you desire a fuck knowing what is involved. And the bathroom is now locked—we don’t want any of the bottoms losing their hard earned cum loads.” I was in awe at how the night was going to play out. I was definitely taking a huge chance. But my naked cock was beginning to harden at the prospect of knowing I might be fucked by a poz guy. Did I really want to be pozzed? I liked the looks of the cocks around the room. Big and thick. Any of them would easily tear my bottom up and potentially provide a toxic ending.” “It is time for the bottoms to draw their cards. The order will be the order in which they arrived.,” came the next announcement from our host. I was last and watched the king, jack and queen get drawn. As each card was drawn, the cocks of the tops began to harden around the room. The game was on. The only card left was the Ace of Spades. It was time for the tops and bottoms to match up. As each of the tops went to their bottoms, I realized that my top was our host. He had the matching ace. He came over to me and smiled. “I had hoped that I would get you,” he said. “You are going to enjoy yourself.” He reached out and twisted one of my nipples roughly. I loved it. I love having my nipples abused and as he did that my cock began to swell in anticipation. I took a quick look around the room and saw the other three couples already beginning the process of coupling and breeding. Getting through the initial meeting and preparing the bottom to accept the seed of the bulls in the room. Our host led me to the sofa and pushed me roughly onto it and began to rim me deeply. He was preparing my bottom to receive the seed he was going to put into me. I wondered if he was THE poz top. He offered me poppers and I took a deep hit. He had a beautiful cock and I was anxious to begin sucking it to full hardness. Without warning he stopped rimming my bottom and pulled me close for a deep kiss. I loved the taste of my bottom on his lips. I knew he was getting close. His cock was nearly erect. I moved down to suck him, stopping to bite his nipples, which he enjoyed. He kept saying harder and I bit harder and harder. I took his 7 inch cut cock into my mouth and began bringing it to full hardness. I tasted his sweet pre-cum and wondered again, was he the poz top? After a short while of sucking his shaved cock and balls, he pushed me down onto the sofa onto my back and opened my legs. He bent down and lightly licked my hole and spit into it. He placed the tip of his cockhead at the entrance to my bottom without any lube except the spit he had just put there. I knew this was going to be hard, but I was unprepared for what came next. He rammed his huge cock balls deep in one stroke and I felt my inner ring tear almost immediately. OMG, I thought, the way he thrust into me, he is definitely poz and I am going to be pozzed tonight. He roughly fucked me for a bit until I could feel lubrication surrounding his cock and reducing the friction. It was probably blood and I was able to get my fingers to graze his cock before he swatted them away. I looked at my fingers, while he was pile driving my hole, and confirmed blood. This was for real. I licked the traces of my blood off my fingers and realized that there was no backing out and no place to hide or change my mind. I was probably getting fucked by a HVL poz, med-resistant toxic cock. I was beginning to enjoy the hard pounding as the abuse had numbed my pain and I was beginning to experience the enjoyment of getting fucked. That is what being a bottom is all about. Getting fucked and taking cum. The fucking continued and he got into a rhythm that I could enjoy. He reached down and twisted my nipples roughly. I almost came right then. He looked into my eyes and smiled. I could tell the time was getting close. He bent his head down to kiss me. I loved getting fucked on my back so that the top could kiss me as he unloads deep inside of me. For a moment i was distracted and i heard one of the other couples complete their coupling loudly and compassionately. I also noticed at least one of the couples was watching us as our host for the evening was about to unload his yet unknown-load into my bottom. They were both jacking their cocks and the bottom of the group was fully erect enjoying the show. i snapped back to reality and looked into my host’s eyes. “Are you ready for my load to fill you,” he said. His words brought to bottom from the couple watching us to begin spewing sperm around and he put his cock into my mouth and I sucked him dry. I was about to receive cum in both holes. My breeder’s cock began to expand and I felt the beginnings of his orgasm building as I swallowed the sweet cum being provided to me. With a grunt and a loud exclamation out host announced: “Take my load you faggot. You deserve everything in it.” He drove his massive cock balls deep, past my destroyed inner ring and I felt it pulse at least ten times as he delivered his load deep into my body. He collapsed on top of me, sweaty and hot. He kept his cock deep in me so that none of his precious load could escape. I held him and thoroughly enjoyed the contact after being roughly bred. After a few minutes he withdrew an presented my with his blood and cum covered cock to clean. I enjoyed cleaning off the likely instrument of my pozzing, I was amazed at the amount of blood on his cock. Although I still did not know officially, from the intensity of the fucking, I was pretty sure I was now pregnant with his poz babies. Our host stood up, his now flaccid but still large cock swinging and invited the others to sit. Each of the couple had finished and I could tell that the other bottoms had each had an almost equally enjoyable and rough experience. The tops were all smiling and chatting together, while we bottoms sat together somewhat stunned. Everyone had a drink and was enjoying some munchies while waiting for the news of who got pozzed. Right at Eleven o’clock our host began talking. “So now is the reveal. Who was poz and who was not.” He looked at the four bottoms and spoke directly to us. “You thought this was a classic roulette party where only one of the chambers had a bullet? No, it was a poz the neg faggot party. Only one top was neg. The Jack was the neg top.” He paused for a moment for effect. I was stunned and took a big swallow of my doing. My ass was sore and bleeding. He continues, “I hope you are all happy that the cocks that pozzed your neg asses gave you what you wanted but were too afraid to actually get. As for you, he looked at the bottom who was fucked with only neg cum, “if you want to be pozzed we are all willing to change your status.” I was in shock. It was sinking in, I had been pozzed. Seriously. The odds had been against me getting out of the evening as a neg bottom. I had very mixed emotions, but wait, there was more. Our host continued, “For the three of you who were pozzed, each of us has the Cuban Strain of HIV. It promises to develop quickly into AIDS and is med resistant. Additionally, each of the cards came with some additional bugs. The guy with the queen had herpes and Hep-C. The poz guy with the king has gono. And I have syph.” I was in shock. With one fuck, I had been infected with one of the most virulent forms of HIV and syph, too. The room was quiet for a minute and the guy who was not pozzed spoke up, “Wow. Who wants to poz my neg ass?” All of the poz guys responded that they would love to do the honors. The poz guy with syph had a big cock and came over to me and said, “are you ready for more?” I looked him in the eye and responded, “Sure. I guess I want it all.” He smiled, I took a big swig on my drink to settle my nerves and we walked off to one of the sofas to fuck another poz load into my bottom and add gono to my new and growing bug collection. My transition from DDF neg was complete. What a party this was.

The Glastonbury Swim Team 1. Drake’s Wet I was accepted on a swimming scholarship to a small, picturesque New England college. Any story that begins: I was accepted on a swimming scholarship to a small, picturesque New England college, you just know at some point is going to turn into some Stephen King, fifty shades of crazy, tale of terror. Well, this one’s no exception, just not in a Stephen King sort of way. Banana pajama pants crazy, yes, but not a horror story, well, whore story, yeah, that’d be about right. I’m Kyle Dupree. Hi. How are you? My stats, to start, because that’s what I had to fill out on my college application: nineteen (I was held back one year before they diagnosed me with ADHD because it’s hard for me to pay attention for any long stretches of time, but I’m not dumb, quite the opposite), five ten, one forty-five. “Beanpole,” Jacob calls me. Jacob’s one of the quicker wits in our trailer park. He’s dating my mom and he’s nice enough to her, so there’s that. Hair: brown, short, spikey. Eyes: yes, I have them. Okay, my mom says they’re the color of freshly cooked maple. What she means is that they’re amber brown with little specks of gold in the right light. Nationality: you want them all? Alright, application sez: Native American, Belgian, Polish, German, Dutch, English and French Canadian. In other words a garden variety New England mutt. I put them in that order since I thought I’d have a better chance at getting a scholarship. I was right. If you want to know the truth, though, I should’ve put them in the exact reverse order, because I’m mostly French Canadian, eh, but if it’s good enough for Elizabeth Warren (the Abenaki people in my case—and I am damn proud of that, one sixteenth proud) it’s good enough for me. For those of you taking notes for a guaranteed A+ History paper (and you should), the indigenous Abenaki people covered a huge swath of Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine and have been here for like twelve thousand years. The one tattoo I have is a dream catcher, that was before everyone and their lesbian sister got one. But mine was one of the first. I got it from Dash, who’s this old biker dude who lives in the second trailer from the park entrance, three down from our double-wide, at his kitchen table. I bartered for it, smoked some clouds with him, then let him diddle me on his couch before he picked up his tattoo gun and went at my ribcage in his kitchen. He’d been giving me blow jobs since I can’t remember, but this once I let him finger my hole while he sucked my dick, which the way he did it felt weird—like in, out, in, out, real fast—but still kinda felt good, but I’d rather it wasn’t Dash, but I let him do me anyway like that till I spurted in his craggily-face mouth of his. Other stats that weren’t on my application—because if you’re any kind of perv like me you’d want to know: seven and a half inches, uncut, smooth but with dark hairy legs, swimmer’s build (obviously) and short black pubes that I clip, dark wispy pits, and a little bit of dark peach fuzz on my tailbone that eases down the road between two perfectly shaped round, white boulders. See, I knew you’d want to know. So anyway, like I was saying, Dash got up to his second knuckle of his middle finger in my butthole. I acted like that was crazy deep, but I’d taken big cucumbers way deeper than that since dinosaurs roamed, I just didn’t tell him. Or anyone else, like when mom, Jacob and I were eating our dinner salad with a freshly sliced aforementioned cucumber. Washed, of course. My mom’s a nurse at the county hospital so there were a lot of anatomy books around the house when I was growing up, and I was a curious kid. I was fascinated by the human body, mine and others. Most of the kids in Cozy Meadows, our little trailer park in the sticks, weren’t allowed to play with me after a certain age because I not only played doctor with them, I played specialist: urologist, gynecologist, proctologist, you name it, I became an expert in the field. I didn’t really care that I was shunned in Cozy Meadows. I’d seen what I wanted to see, felt what I wanted to touch. I moved on. Cozy Meadows was close to this lake and for most of the year I’d swim endlessly, taking Waldo, our family’s chocolate lab, with me. He and I would swim across the lake to the side where all these older men used to hang out, sunning naked on a pebbly beach. Waldo was both a good way to break the ice with these old guys—never was any younger guys my age—and at the same time, if I didn’t want to talk to one of them, Waldo kinda sense it and would give a low grumble, and they’d high tailed it. So anyway, I got to know a fair number of these men, and them me. I was technically a virgin when I left home, technically—I liked getting my dick sucked and I didn’t mind returning the favor, but I didn’t like anyone touching my butthole. That was my domain. Dash was probably the only human that had gotten finger deep. Cucumbers and zucchinis fared much better. The school where I got my swimming scholarship was about two hours away from us. Jacob, who lived at the end of the cul-de-sac but was always at our house, drove me in his old rusty red Ford pickup, Waldo in the back with my one suitcase, and my mom scrunched between me and the gear shift. It’s a hot day as we drive down out of the mountains to the flatlands; the temperature rises another ten degrees by the time we hit the college town. Mom’s trying not to cry. Close to the school we pass a circus setting up in a grocery store parking lot. “Look, honey,” she says to me, “a carnival,” but she loses it when we pass through the school gates, and her misty-eyes turn to real silent tears. I get out of the truck in front of my dorm and grab my suitcase. Waldo tries to get out of the truck but I push him back behind the tailgate. He just looks at me and doesn’t know why he can’t go with me. I give him a big hug, my mom, too, and shake Jacob’s hand but, at the last minute, he pulls me in and gives me a big ol’ Jacob bear hug. And then they drive off, exhaust spewing black smoke out the tailpipe, Waldo shouting out barks from the back of the rusty Ford. My forehead’s sweating from the late summer day, and I look up at Hannaford Hall, this six-story, ugly beige cinderblock monstrosity, and spot the top floor where I’ll be living for the next school year. I almost didn’t get in at the start of the school year because I’m a fuckup when it comes to paperwork and deadlines, and rules in general. I was supposed to get some meningitis shot but I forgot, but my mom pulled strings at work and got me a shot the week school started. I got the form filled but I missed all that first days orientation shit. ‘Plunge into the deep end and see if you come up’ has always been my way. I was already in trouble with the coach because the swim team warmups started a week before school did. Anyway, I’m used to being a fuck up and feel like I’m always in trouble anyway, so what the fuck. They weren’t going to take away the scholarship from me. The only sticking point was that I had to try out for a slot on the water polo team. Swim season was in the spring, water polo in the fall. I didn’t know from fuck what water polo was. Sound ritzy, Jacob said at dinner while I was looking over my financial papers, doubt it’s a game for folks like us. Anyway, across the street there’s a nicer dorm. Hannaford Hall looks like some backwoods bunker hospital but Avery Beckwith Hall looks like something that exploded out of an architect’s brain. All angles of metal and glass, overhanging study rooms, electric sliding glass doors. Everyone there, I read in the school’s brochure, lives in five bedroom suites, but it was for the richer kids. Lot of them had their own room. Then there were the townhouses down the road at the school’s gates, but they were for upper classmen. Some of them housed twenty-one year-olds so they could legally have alcohol, but what did I care, I had a jar of gen-u-ine Micky-G’s moonshine in an old glass jar that Micky-G had given me himself as a going-away-to-college present; and some mighty pure crystal from Dash, the biker-tattoo artist, my finger-pumping mentor; and homegrown weed from Jasper, who was Jacob’s younger brother that lived in the backwoods in an honest-to-god teepee and farmed the best pot around, well, good for Vermont I guess. His farm was patrolled by these fuckin’ huge-ass geese who were nasty motherfuckers if they didn’t know you. Even if they did know you, you always had to keep your eye on where they were. Both Waldo and I more than once had them sneak up on us. Getting goosed by a goose is not my idea of fun. Anyway, he gave me a nice supply of his best buds. And then while I was packing, Jacob slipped me a carton of reds, which was very cool of him, ‘cause I know he’d catch grief if my mom found out. I told you she was a nurse. And me on a swimming scholarship. But that’s Cozy Meadows in a nutshell. We don’t think too much about the future. We concentrate on the pleasures of the now. So I walk in the entrance, push aside these heavy-ass metal glass doors, and inside it’s really air-conditioned cool. There’s this guy with a name tag that says Raf, a good-looking dark-skinned guy, who checks out my paperwork, sees I’m on a swim scholarship like him. He gives me a swipe card for the door, a crooked smile, and tells me I’m on the top floor with a guy name Drake Chadwick. We get to talking and I find out Raf’s the goalkeeper on the water polo team and a R.A., which means resident assistant, meaning free board and room. He’s like a concierge, he says. I tell him I have no fuckin’ clue to what that is. He says if I want something just ask. Cool. He’s a junior, polysci major. I tell him I’m a freshman, majoring in English I think. He says most of the swim team are sophomores, and live across at Avery Beckwith Hall. A couple juniors and seniors live together in one of the townhouses. He says he’ll introduce me to some of the team at dinner. Raf has a funny way of talking, like English is his second language or something. Well, it’s time for me to go up and meet ol’ Drake Chadwick. Raf and I shake hands, and I go up in the elevator. But I got to tell you, I get kinda nervous in elevators. I’m not used to them, see. You’re in this tiny cage and that kind of freaks me out. So my hearts beating, and six dings later I’m on my floor. The hallway’s hot and stuffy. I’m holding my swipe card in my sweaty palm walking down the hall looking for 6G. It’s at the end of the hall and I put in my card and it clicks and I push open the door, and there’s Mr. Drake Chadwick on his bed, holding a Maxim in one hand and jacking his big banana cock in the other. Just as I come in he’s spitting a huge load of dick juice all over his magazine and himself. He tries to stifle a fuck! then flails around with his jeans down around his ankles trying to get them up, struggling to not look like a spaz, but I’m sorry, it’s funny, and I start laughing hysterically. He has this totally embarrassed, humiliated look on his face, sees it’s hopeless to remedy the situation, and rolls over to his side hiding his face against the cinderblock wall and kinda starts groaning, pained, but chuckling. I close the door so no one else sees this, and I stand there admiring his perfect, white bubble butt that’s on its side jiggling in an embarrassed snigger. A nice light brown fuzz of butt hair outlines these two muscly white, perfect cannonballs. He can’t look over at me yet. He’s just staying there, tucked to the wall. He reaches up and takes his pillow and pulls it over his head. I find that I am suddenly in love with good ol’ Drake Chadwick. I want to go over and either kiss that big round ass of his or smack it. Maybe I’ll do both. All I know is I want it, wanna stick my tongue in letting it butterfly between his fuzzy crack, but I feel introductions are necessary first. “I’m Kyle,” I tell him, “and you must be Drake. My friend Jacob says you never get a second chance to make a first impression. And I gotta say, dude,” I tell him while I’m setting my suitcase on the empty bed, “you have made one hell of a first impression. Can’t think how to top it.” He finally flips over giving me another sight of his big wanger and low hangers, struggling to get his underwear over his still hard cock and Donkey Kong balls, carefully zipping up his fly so he doesn’t catch himself. Man, the bulge is still showing through his khaki shorts, I see. That eggplant ain’t going nowhere anytime soon. He sits up in bed, pulls down his black Mario Brothers t-shirt over his chest, which was pulled up while he was whacking. Sitting on the bed’s edge, I realize what a beefcake ol’ Drake Chadwick is. He’s this very pretty, very big boy, six foot something hunched on his bed, big feet wiggling in flip-flops, innocent looking face, wide lips breaking into a shy smile, a mop of golden brown hair, with large fluffy brows arching up asking for forgiveness or at least understanding. Come to the wrong place, bub. He’s got this cuddly teddy bear face that should have little black buttons for eyes but instead are dark chocolate brown, and cheeks that are all ruddy red like he’s been crying or just ran a marathon. I go over to extend my hand and he extends his. He doesn’t see it yet, but there’s a jiggling pool of cum slopped on the crook between his thumb and forefinger. I grab his fist and tightly embrace it. I bring that crook up to my mouth, angling it so he sees his wad’s just about to drip off the side. I stick out my tongue, let the spooge fall in, and audibly slurp it up. Two can play at first impressions. *** Drake tells me on the way to the cafeteria that he’s a second year. He worked all summer but didn’t have the bucks to afford Avery Beckwith with the other guys. Besides, he says, he’s found of cinderblock. I meet most of team already sitting around the table in the cafeteria as Drake and I bring our food trays over. Raf’s there eating a heaping of vegetables and rice, while everyone else is either scarfing down Sloppy Joes or cheeseburgers. Drake makes introductions around the table as we settle in: Kenworth Paxton (head nod), Marlon Reznor (head nod), Tommy Durkheim—“hi,” he squeaks—Trent van der Haus—“just House,” House says, reaching over the table to shake—and Steve Reynold. Steve Reynolds looks up from his phone for a nanosecond and then goes back down. I say, hey, to the table. I’ve already forgotten their names. “So, Dupree, you-you-you trying out for water polo to-to-to-tomorrow?” Paxton stutters horribly next to me. He’s blondish, my size, wide shoulders, prominent chin, and has three deep nasty looking scars on his left cheek. He blinks his eyes forcefully to get out a whole sentence. “Yeah,” I tell him. “Don’t know if water polo is my game, but I’m a fast swimmer.” Then this Marlon Reznor guy, who has a scruffy little chin beard, says with a heavy southern drawl that’s so thick it’s almost comical, “What’s y’alls event?” Reznor’s a little shorter than me, bulkier, and like Paxton, has sandy blond hair. In fact, everyone at the table except for Raf and Drake is somewhere on the blond spectrum. Aside from Raf, I’m by far the darkest at the table, then Drake, and then you could easily confuse Paxton, Reznor, Durkheim, House, and Reynolds as all being the same guy: all blondish hair, broad shoulders, high cheekbones, straight pearly teeth, tan, and privileged. Raf hasn’t said a word. He just sits quietly eating his veggies, studying all the blonds, quizzically. Looks at me that way, too. I can’t tell if he’s like Middle Eastern or Black; could be both. He’s got extremely buzzed black hair, big brown eyes, a broad nose with flaring nostrils, and thick dark lips that occasionally flash an absurdist’s smile when he thinks no one is looking. He’s around the same size as everyone around the table but has huge hands, whose fingers reach out and twirl the straw in his ice tea. “Dunno what my event is. Coach’ll have to tell me.” I chow down on my first burger. “No pool where I come from. School was a one room deal and that was it,” I say chewing at Reznor. He and Paxton look at me kinda pitifully, which pisses me off, but I just grin, gnawing some curly fries on my molars. “Hey, it was great. I had the same teacher, Mrs. Duckworth, from kindergarten to twelfth grade.” My teacher’s name makes the guys laugh, but it doesn’t faze me. “There was a lake I swam in, but we also had this quarry where this stoner guy, Jasper, taught me diving from off the cliffs.” I gobble down a few more curly fries. “First time I tried out for anything was here at this college. My mom’s boyfriend pushed me and I said why not. Coach said I was a natural but needed a lot of training. But what do I know?” I say and finish my first of three burger. I see Steve Reynolds, who’s in shorts and wearing a Glastonbury College sweatshirt, its hoodie pulled over his head, text something in his phone, and then a second later Reznor’s reading something on his. Reznor types something back. They both exchange a sly grin. Jerks. Suddenly there’s two large hand clasping my shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze. “How you men getting along?” Speaking of coach, Coach Brandon had snuck up behind me, the one who said I was a natural, and was kneading my taut shoulders muscles, quizzing the table. “These knuckleheads giving you a hard time?’ They all snicker. “Nah,” I say back over my shoulder, picking up a couple of fries and scarfing them down. “Just the usual poking and seeing what’s under my skirt.” I gotta tell you, I’m trying to act as casual as I can, but coach rubbing my shoulders like this is giving my pecker a little stir, especially when I look up in his face. He looks around forty, has on a tight fitting blue sweater, hugging these enormous pecs and massive shoulders. The sweater’s color sets off his fluorescent blue eyes. He’s bigger and fitter than any of these bozos, still has a slim waist, salt and pepper hair, big blue eyes—I guess I said that—he could like be the dad of any of these guys. Well, I guess not Raf. Well, on second thought, seeing as how they both share this same lopsided smile, maybe they could be related. Raf brightens when he sees coach. “Kyle was schooled in a one-room schoolhouse, just like I was," Raf informs coach. I look at Raf surprised. “Yeah?” I say. “Where?” “Botswana.” I’m taken aback. I’ve never met anyone from another country, and I have no idea where Botswana is. “A little game reserve on the Kalahari Desert,” he says. “An area called Deception Valley.” “Deception Valley, eh? No shit? I love it,” I say sipping my diet coke. Coach is still hanging onto my shoulders. If he doesn’t stop massaging me soon I’m not responsible for the stiffy percolating in my jeans. “Hey, Rafiki,” Reznor says, “y’all went to a little red schoolhouse like Dupree?” The others giggle. I interject, “Well, mine was actually a little brown schoolhouse.” “Mine was a brown grass hut,” Raf retorts. We exchange conspirator’s smiles. “A game reserve. For real, Raf?” Drake says. “I knew about Botswana, but I didn’t know about the game reserve.” “Yes. I grew up with families of giraffes, and cheetahs, prides of lions,” says Raf. He looks pointedly at Reznor. “Jackals.” The guys all laugh. Reznor puts on a sarcastic sneer. “Hyenas, too, I bet.” He looks at the guys who were laughing and are now back chewing their burgers. “Play nice, men,” Coach Brandon scolds. “Listen: I want you to hit the sack early tonight. Seven a.m. tryouts tomorrow and I want you all locked and loaded when you arrive. Got it?” He looks around the table meaningfully. “Locked and loaded.” All the guys look down guilty-like for no reason I can make out. They all nod sheepishly. I glance up at coach who gives me a wink, and he’s off. Swear to God, he packs a lot in one wink. I sip to the bottom of my soda until it makes a loud empty gurgle. I ask the guys, “So what’s he mean by ‘locked and loaded’?” There’s a long pause, until Tommy Durkheim, the youngest of the group, peeps, “We all have to wear these…” “If you make the cut,” interrupts Trent van der Haus, taunting in his rich baritone, “you’ll find out soon enough. But you got to make the cut first, Dupree.” He’s the blondest on the table’s spectrum. His green eyes sparkle like a cat’s. The guys all look at each other covertly. “O-kay,” I say nonplussed, curious but not willing to show it. I look to Drake and Raj for their input, but they’ve clammed up too. “I’m getting another diet soda. Anyone else want a refill.” There’s a cloud over the table now. “O-kay then, just one diet coke.” I get up. Tommy breaks the silence. “Diet cokes makes you gay,” he says looking up quickly at me, then back down at the table. I guess I’m looking at him quizzically, because he adds quickly, “That’s what Reznor says.” Renzor rolls his eyes. “I didn’t say diet coke makes you gay, dick-wipe. I said it makes y’all look gay.” “Hmm,” I say considering the statement while I scan the table nodding my head. Tommy’s studying something interesting in the catsup on his plate. Renzor looking at me challengingly. Paxton and van der Haus are looking at me expectantly. Steve Reynolds head’s down under his hoodie, texting away. Raf’s sitting back stirring his tea with his straw. Drake is caught mid-chew, and has one eyebrow raised at me. “’Funny,” I finally say, “‘cause I was gay a long time before I drank my first diet coke.” Steve Reynolds stops texting and looks up. I leave the silent table behind for the soda machine. When I get back everyone’s gone. I’m not too surprised. I slurp on my soda playing with a second plate of fries. I scan the almost-empty cafeteria. There’s some overweight girls with multi-colored hair in one of the booths, each one quietly texting on their phones. A few tables away, two nerdy guys in matching black-rimmed glasses stare and occasionally type into their laptops. The older lady cafeteria workers in hairnets and white smocks are clearing salt and pepper shakers, refilling napkin dispensers, and wiping down tables. Some of the lights around the serving trays are being switched off. It’s quiet except for the steely stream of cold air coming out of the AC vents, and an occasional “oh my god” coming from the booth of multi-colored hair girls. I take out my flip phone, the one my mom gave me today as a present. I bring up the only number I have stored besides hers and Jacob’s. u there? I type. I get back, yes. I think about Jasper, the goose guy. I think about his weed in my suitcase. 420? I type. There’s a pause, then yes pops on the screen along with a smiley face. I’m a little sad, this being my first night not living at home anymore. Knowing Waldo won’t be sleeping on my bed. A little scared, too, if you want to know the goddamn truth. But the biggest thing, more than anything else I’m feeling? I’m very, very horney. I type in: can i suck ur dick? There’s a really long pause. I’m waiting, finishing my drink. One of the nerds at the other table closes his laptop and reaches across the table for the other nerd’s hand. They clasp hands as an old red-headed cafeteria lady reaches over them and grabs their napkin dispenser. Finally Drake Chadwick, the third number in my contact list, texts me back: f i cn suck u2. *** Micky-G’s moonshine in a canning jar sits between me and Drake out on the lawn behind the library half finished. When I got back up to the dorm it was way too hot to stay in the un-air-conditioned room. The fan did nothing but blow around hot humid air. Avery Beckwith Hall has AC, as do the townhouses, but not good ol’ Hanniford Hall. So I take my reefer, my pipe, Mickey-G’s canning jar, and my roommate, and we traipse down behind the library. It’s dark and the entire night sky is spread out above us. It’s cloudless and there’s no moon, so we have billions of blinking lights outlining our dark shapes. I warn Drake that you don’t need much of Micky-G’s to get a buzz going. And you’ll definitely hurl if you drink too much. And here, take a hit of Jasper’s herb. You get a good balance between the two of them. I don’t think Drake is that familiar with either weed or hooch ‘cause he’s only taking small hits, imbibing on both minimally, and looks, in the dim light, pretty unstable. Me, too, but it’s not my first rodeo, muchacho—hooch, herb, or hombre. Drake falls back taking in the sky and pointing at small shooting stars along the horizon, wordless. I see them too, but it’s him I’m admiring. The enhancements help, but right now, looking at his silhouette, his long nose, the rise and fall of his chest, his sharp chin jutting into the shadowy outline of the Juniper bush, he’s the enhancement I want. I’m horney and happy and nicely roasted. I lean over and kiss him. He’s startled but not unwilling. He’s melting into the grass with me leaning over his face. I sense he’s never had another man kiss him before and, curiously, he draws his finger over the stubble of my nine o’clock shadow. For such a big hunk, his face is soft, smooth, his lips downy. I pass my tongue through his lips and he’s awash in a dreamy, smoldering passion. He’s warm and responsive to everything I’m doing to him. I reach up under his black t-shirt and feel his strong, smooth chest, his racing heart, stroke through the damp hair under his pits. I smell him. He’s between the musk of a freshly run mile and freshly laundered clothes. He’s the good son still, I can tell, but with every kiss, parts of his younger, innocent self wash away. I undo his shorts and slide them down to his knees, then pull down his checkered boxers. He tells me the grass is cold. Only for a minute, I say, and go down on his very hard cock. I can tell I could get him off in a few seconds if I really went at him, but I want it to last and just trace my tongue along his shaft, licking, outlining, every now and then wrapping my lips around his knob, pulling down his foreskin, swirling over his head, tasting bits of smegma buried deep in the bottom of his ridges. I have a white flake on my tongue and kiss him with it. If he wasn’t high he might have been revolted, but like me, in our ardor, it’s something that turns us both on. He’s into it and is clamoring to get into my jeans. I let him. All he has to do is unsnap a few buttons and he’s in. I’m good and stoned, and, yeah, the grass is cold, dewy, and the individual blades of grass astonish my tickled crack, but not more than the feeling of Drake’s hand running over my erection. This boy is good and goes straight in for the killshot, almost making me cum the first time he goes full-Nelson on my pecker. He peels the skin down my shaft, exposing my head. I have a lot more foreskin than he does, and he’s much cleaner than I. I’m trash and I know it and I revel in it. But I’ve a mom that’s a nurse and she’s reined me in. Mostly. His first taste of dick cheese, if I’d had my way, would have packed a lot more punch, but since he’s this great big one-eighty pound virgin, I guess he’s better off with just a hint of rankness. Anyway, we slip into a sixty-nine and he’s dripping and oozing like he needs a plumber and I’m there to lap it up. I’m sure I’m leaking too. He just taste so fucking good, the hooch and the pot say so anyway. I can’t get enough of his big bent dick and he’s acting on the same impulses. First he climbs over me, his giant rod angling over my face. My neck’s pulled back to look up at it, in a perfect position to thrust it deep down my throat. Between his legs, his furry balls dangling, I see the heavens and shooting stars as he slides his shaft into my mouth. Over time I’ve gotten good at deep throating. Practice from cucumbers, bananas, and countless men at the lake. He’s a challenge being so big, but with big challenges come even bigger pleasures. That big cock slides down my throat and ends with his dark pubes stuck up against my nostrils. He smells and tastes of soap, but the longer I spend nursing his huge cock, it starts to meld into that special scent and taste of a man. His acrid crack slowly pushes and grinds its way towards me. I don’t think he knows he’s doing it but his ass crack is coming into shadowy view. His dick pops out of my throat and before he or I even realize it, my tongue is buried between his two smooth white cheeks. I reach my hands up and feel the flexing of his muscled ass. I squeeze them and sense the conflict between what he wants and what he’s afraid to ask for. I pull his cheeks apart and settle that conflict with my tongue, riding deep into the valley to find his hole. He lets out an audible gasp as my mouth covers the entrance to the Drake I want to get to know. I dart my tongue inside and he lets out a fuck into the night air, in the dark, behind the library. We’re shadows writhing in shadows, him riding my face. There’s only the slightest of movements, we’re dark statues frozen on the lawn, the only unseen movement is my tongue tracing a spiral inside his ass, then jabbing into his hole. He emits a quiet moan of gratitude. His hole’s loosening. I feel his sphincter pushing out, wanting me to penetrate him deeper. I happily comply while I reach up his shirt, play with his pin-point nipples. He starts grinding his ass over my face, getting the scruff of my cheeks to burn against his rutting ass. There is no resistance in him, he wants me to go deeper. I wiggle a finger next to my mouth and let the saliva provide the necessary lubrication for my digit to slide in. Into the warm night air, in the shadow of the library lawn, he emits another amazed fuck, and pushes down on my finger so I penetrate him deeper, now up to my second knuckle. He’s still grinding down, but rather than pushing further into to him, I withdrawal a bit and wet my middle finger and let it join the first. Oh fuck, he cries softly, knees on the grass, realizing what it feels like to have two fingers invading him, and before he’s settled comfortably into it, I wet a third and slip it in. “Fuck man,” he says quietly, now aggressively pushing his butt down on my hand. “I’m going to cum,” he pants helplessly as his bucks on my fingers. “Like hell you are,” I say pulling out. “You fucker,” he says, his teeth shining from the light of the library windows. “You fuck,” he says. “Turn on your side.” “Why?” I say, but know where he’s headed. He pulls a small tube of hand cream out of his shorts and dangles it in front of me with a devilish smile. “You thought that far ahead?” I say. “Sneaky, sneaky, honey badger. Was that going to be for me or for you?” “Didn’t know, but I do now. Turn on your side,” he says sure of himself. I toe off my sneakers and slip off my jeans. We’re outside in the shadows, footpaths, flowerbeds, brick staircases, alone, quiet, lit by a billion stars, cloaked by night. I pull off my shirt. His Mario Brothers shirt and khaki shorts come off. His checkered underwear lies over them. We’re naked next to shrubs, dirt, the smell of freshly mowed grass, moist. I roll on top of him. Our hard cocks press into each other’s belly, his dark and my darker pubes intertwine, the dew of the lawn make us slick and slippery. I have one leg between his, and he has one leg between mine. Neither one of us has relinquished who, for the moment, will bottom and who will top. We’re dancing, we’re jockeying for position, we’re enjoying the chase, the pursuit, the open question. Our hands at first clutch tenderly as I bend to kiss him. Then I feel his palms clutching tighter. Then we’re wrestling for control. He’s pushing up as I’m holding him down. He’s bigger but I’m quicker. I flip him and have him pinned so his face is pushed into the grass, but I feel him powering up like a hydraulic lift, slow pushing me back. His face comes out of the grass and he’s wearing a conqueror’s smile. “You can fuck me afterward but I’m going to fuck you this second,” he says, throwing me onto my back, lifting my legs apart. He smears some cream on his dick and sticks his hand under my butt. I feel his fingers run over my hole, then push inside. Like I said, I’m pretty much a virgin with man meat but not unfamiliar with penetration. But there’s a universe of difference between me playing with my hole and someone else doing it. Especially if that someone else is as hot and aggressive as this fucker. He pushes my legs forward and lines up his thick member against my hole, and slowly pushes in. The whites of his eyes shine as does his shimmering wet body. He’s a merman from the sea and he’s diving inside me, burying his thick veined shaft, his foreskin pushing back revealing his velvety knob pushing deeper than even the most daring vegetable has ever gone. How can it hurt and feel so good at the same time? Fuck, yeah, I encourage him. Do it, I whisper in his ear. And he’s in up to his bone. I feel his pubes grinding against my hole, his solid rod spreading the width of my chute apart like its never been spread. I’m trying like mad to get used to his size but he’s frenzied and nineteen and in heat. He doesn’t care about anything but what he wants, and that would be cumming inside me as quickly as he can. I stroke myself and could easily get off this very second. I feel the burn building inside my balls. He’s pounding against them, abusing them with each thrust of his pelvis. Fuck, the thrust and pressure themselves could bust my nut any second I chose to let it, and I’m torn, but Drake decides for me, and holds my legs apart, shudders, breaths strained rushes of air through clenched teeth, and I know he’s cumming inside me deep. I want to cum, too, but I want it to be inside him when I do, so I hold back. It’s an ecstatic moment feeling him rutting inside me, spewing his first load in me, while I wait, watching him return to behind his eyes. His eyes are alive in a new way. Knowing something I don’t yet know. I’m jealous of the fuck. He rolls off me, looking up at the night, smiling. He lies next to me and grabs my hand and brings it up to his mouth, licks it. Doesn’t kiss it, but licks it. That makes me laugh. I comment, “So, we’re batting two for oh, boy-o, aren’t we?” “What’d you mean, boy?” He comes back and leans over my face. He licks my lips. He’s on top of me again, his dick’s still hard. “You gotta cum whenever you can, boy-o.” “Says my wanker roommate,” I say and knock him off me. Both our dicks are hard, standing off our bellies as we lie on our backs squeezing hands. There’s a fireball in the sky, not a small specks of light, but something that lights up our faces. I see his eyes shine. He’s enraptured, blissful. I’m jealous and want his lube. He sees how much lust is in me, scrunches his face uncertain, and grabs for his clothes. “I don’t fucking think so. Turn on your side, boy,” I order. “I don’t know, Dupree,” he says sitting up holding his checkered brief. “I do, Chadwick. Where that tube?” He hands it to me tentatively. “I never…” he begins. “I know. Me neither,” I say back at him. “You'll like it. I'll make sure you do. I’ll go slow. Hell, before, you were ready to have me to fist you.” “What’d’ya mean?” he asks as I lube my cock, shaking my head. I reach between his butt cheeks, those beautiful white boulders I’d first seen this afternoon and have been thinking about ever since. My lubed finger pushes at his hole. Boy is he tight, tighter than when I was fingering him moments ago. He’s purposefully clenching, not wanting me to go any further. “Ow,” he says quietly. “I don’t think I can, Kyle.” “You’re not the only boy scout that comes prepared,” I say rifling through my jean pocket. I pull out my bag of T, lick my un-lubed finger and then a second, and stick them in the bag. I pull out white fingers and rub them on his tight hole. “What is it?” he asks, as it goes inside his chute. He’s lubed enough to take my fingers up to my second knuckle. I rub them all around the wall of his wet rectum. He takes a grimaced inhalation. “It burns, man,” he complains. “Just for a second,” I say. I don’t take my fingers out, but leave them in him. After a few seconds I start wiggling the pair around. Then there’s the first moan I’ve been waiting for. His hole seems to not only be loosening up but wanting more stimulation. Another inhalation through his clenched teeth. My fingers inside are conflicting him. He squeezes. My fingers being squeezed is not of rejection but enticement. He doesn’t yet know it, but he wants more. His brain will catch up to his body, but even before it does I lube a third finger and slip it in, then a fourth. He gasps as he thrusts his hips back to take more of my fingers. I’m more than willing to give it to him. On his side, he pushes up on his elbow while he thrust back his ass and starts rocking gently. I go with his rhythm and let him pump himself on my hand until it’s buried up to the crook of my thumb. “Fuck, man,” he whispers. “Fuck that’s good.” “Yeah?” I ask him. “More?” He answers by pushing harder onto my hand. I lube my thumb and the thickest part of my hand. The thumbnail slides it. He’s pushing on me, hungrily, greedily. My thumb knuckle is buried and still he’s rocking, trying to take in more. He’s hissing on the lawn through clenched teeth, writhing, fingers digging into the turf, wanting something he doesn’t have a name for. “Ah-ahh!” he hollers loudly, and I look around to see if anyone hears us. I then realize he’s swallowed my whole hand. “Wait, wait, wait, wait,” he cries, gulping air like a drowning man, his head drooped over. I can’t believe it either. Neither of us can. But it’s done. I don’t move. I wait. We’re like that for some time, unmoving, sweating into the wet grass. I’m hard as a steel beam. He drops to his side, hissing again through his teeth, the slightest of moans germinated from deep inside his chest. He gently moves his hips. Stops. Tests the water. Pushes back a little. Stops. I let him control what we do, but my dick is getting impatient. It’s jealous of the attention my hand’s been given. I lube my shaft. Stroke it slowly. Try to appease it. But it know what it wants, and where it’s going. I slide up behind Drake, let my knob rest between my wrist and the top of his ass. My cock traces down my wrist finding my palm held open at the entrance of Drake’s body. Drake knows what’s what, and begins a torturous journey against my pelvis. He can’t help himself. He’s drawn to the thought of it like I am. He pushes back as I arch forward, the knob of my cock crawling down my palm into his out-stretched hole. He’s drenched, sweat pours down his back, off his butt, dripping on my arm; his body burning on the lawn. I fear any moment he’ll spontaneously combust, become nothing but ashes. His desire is burning as hot as mine, he’s as determined. I push forward and he pushes back, in small minuscule movements. Then, with a pop and a gasp from both of us, suddenly, like falling through an hourglass, I’m inside his ass, his hot lava ass. He cries out even louder, his fuck is deeper, more lustful, craven. He’s molten inside. His fire surrounds my hand, my groin is a wick ignited. His body makes me insane. My fist and cock move around inside this crushing volcano, my cock clenched tightly inside my fist. No anatomy book prepares you. The body is a body, wet, liquid, flesh, a hundred degrees Fahrenheit, pliable, strong, vulnerable, unimaginable; the mind is only one small occupants of the body. I know what we’ve done, what we’re doing. But it’s not knowing, it’s feeling that composes the body. He feels so fucking good, what I’m doing to him is a violation against his surrender. That makes me even harder. He growling next to me like a mongrel clinging to a bone, my fist, my cock. I lick the sweat off his spine. My free hand reaches across his slick torso, and I grab his steely cock. I fuck him from behind, jacking myself off in him and jacking him at the same time. We’ve found a rhythm we can sustain, not for long but forcefully. I’m breathing through clenched teeth. Wanting to hurt him, wanting to bring him pain and with it, massive, fierce, masculine satisfaction that only males can satisfy in other males. Fuck, he cries with my fist violently ramming up his shithole. We find a plateau of ferocity, a place where I could abuse him indefinitely, and he knows it, I know he knows it, except I’m feeling his dick leak, then spurt, then gush, then his ass squeezes my fist internally. The dominos of orgasm are falling mightily. His seized ass is pulling the cum straight out of me. I have no choice but to shoot, a steady stream of cum liquefies his perfect hole. I quake for a moment at the precipice, appreciate his beauty and his submission, then fall endlessly, rush after rush of pleasure, filling him with me. “Stop. Wait,” he gasps, trembling, after only seconds have passed. “Please don’t move,” he begs as I still feel a stream of semen flow into his bowels. I squeeze my fist to push out a few more drops, a last shudder, and then relax my hand. “I’m not moving,” I say, and it’s true. I’m locked within him. Only he can release me. He’s shaking and I pull him in tightly with my free arm. I stroke his heaving chest. Is he cringing? I can’t tell but his body quivers. I feel his guts rumble and tense, and he shits out my cock and hand savagely with a harsh grunt of exhalation. “Fuck!” I yowl at the intensity of the sensation of having my cock and first aborted all at once. He rolls over on his stomach, buries his face in the grass, his dark hair matted to his scalp. He’s a beautiful mess and I want to hold him. I slip an arm over his broad shoulders but he throws it off, hiding his face in the shadowy blades. I’m stung by his turnaround but I’ll wait for him as long as he wants. I won’t get dress. I’ll wait with him till daylight when the safety officers discovers our naked bodies on the library’s back lawn. I pick up the Mason jar half full of Micky-G’s moonshine, twist open the top and take several unwise swigs. I screw the lid tight and lay back, looking up at the inky sky; watch for a long, long time as meteors and satellites glide across the firmament above us. I lay the back of my hand on the small of his back. He rocks it off. I rise on an elbow. I want him to look at me, to show him I’ll lick his slimy guts off my hand, I have no pride, I’d be his mutt if he'll be mine—but his face remains buried. I lie back and find the rings around nearby Saturn, tick off the moons of Jupiter—Ganymede, Io, Callisto, Europa, Themisto, Amalthea, Elara. I stare into the black holes where the stars aren’t anymore. Observe galaxies whirl, whole universes dance through each other, disburse in a prism of gas. I see far off stars hurtling toward me at a million light-years a second, while others swim into the black emptiness toward oblivion, never to be heard from again. Like people do. “Drake?” I ask a bit panicked at how quickly I'm alone in the universe. “You there?” The vacuum of space swallows the question. u there drake? He’s a digital ghost, a celestial body untethered. I can’t reach him though he’s inches away. I don’t know how to chart this course; I’ve never traveled here before. Did I do something wrong? Do something right? The longer I stare the more I see the stars aren’t white; have never been. Some glow red, some yellow, others are a ghostly blue. I feel the earth rotating under me, the lawn taking me along for the ride. The constellations wheel across the black vault above. Their stories elbow into my brain—the hunter, the serpent, the bears, the belt, the lion, I know them all, just like at home on our trailer’s roof. Same stories, same stars; stories spread down through millennia, through a trillions souls, eventually to mine. I’m drunker than shit and will probably puke in a moment. I’ll push dirt over the puke like it never happened. As I look above my head, upside down at the library windows, three figures stand peering through the glass, backlit, unmoving. Even with the world upside down as it is, the central figure in a blue sweater, with salt and pepper hair, comes into focus. Coach Brandon. What I can’t comprehend in my addled brain, what I can’t wrap my mind around, is why he’s there standing next to a dark figure in a cowl and, on his other side, why there’s a bald guy whose head shines in a mosaic of tattoos. None of this makes sense. Huh. But I can tell you this: coach just winked at me. That’s the second time tonight.

I got a text from a regular buddy. He was headed out of state with his girlfriend but needed ass immediately. She’s been too busy to put out and his balls were aching to unload INSIDE. Jerking off wasn’t enough. I managed to get off work and head over. He met me naked and boned at the door. He didn’t even say hello before pushing me to my knees to throat his cock. I undid my slacks while he fucked my throat, which isn’t an easy task since he didn’t pause his thrusts. I took him deep and held him. He grabbed my head and rocked his hips balls deep in my throat. All he said was I love how you suck me man but I need that ass, get that ass up. I turned and positioned myself on my knees, ass up and head down. He pushed my shoulders to the floor and I could feel his thick cock against my hole. He pushed in with one slow stroke and a “fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about” he’s pretty quiet until he’s pumping my hole which I like. I could feel his nuts slapping as he’s thrusting...pulling almost out and pausing just a second before pounding in. “You going to take my cum? You’re going to get a big load if you can take it” I could only moan at this point. He kept pounding, pulling my hips up to meet his downstrokes, piledriving his cock into me. “Fuck your ass feels good, you going to make me cum, I need to cum bad and your getting it all deep in you slut”. I squeezed my hole around his cock and he responded with a fuck yeah that’ll get it. His pounding got harder and faster. I his nuts that had been loose and slapping my ass tightened. I heard him beginning to moan. He has a deep, animalistic moan as he gets ready to cum. “You want it? You want it deep? I’m going to cum deep in you and you’ll be leaking all day” with that he slammed hard and I felt his cock pulse as he moaned “fuckin take that cum” he filled me and kept pumping then slid his cock out. I caught a few drops of cum that came out with his cock. The only taste I get for a while when he cums so deeply in me. He was all 8.5 inches in when he shot. He told me he made sure he was ALL THE WAY IN and deposited 2days of cum. I got dressed and left. I slowly leaked all night. Still had cum in me the next morning. Hope he fills me after his trip. I’m going to miss his cock and cum while he’s away. Fuck! I need more regular breeders to fill my cumhole.

So I just got off work went on grinder and saw some one in my area he had another guy there went up stoped he sucked me snorted some poppers he bent over and put it in him raw as he sucked the other guy put my load into him and the other went right in so hot

That's not surprising and in line with what I'm seeing in my testing. In the US the page load times seem to roughly similar in the US (wouldn't surprise me at all if it was faster in some places – especially as you get closer to Atlanta where my server is). But when you get to Europe the old way is a bit faster, and when you get to remote places like Australia, South America or South Africa the page load times double and initial page load times are so bad it will turn away visitors from those places. So basically I'm going through all this to keep 5-10% of my visitors happy. At times I wonder if it's worth it. Especially when I can't get any people from those places to chime in on a thread like this which is all about their needs…

Yesterday morning had a top back out but thankfully I had kept in touch with the top from my last post. Turned out he was available and close to my house. I love getting bred in marital bed so wasted no time giving him my address. He shows up and without a word I take him straight to my bedroom. He was as hot as I remember, tight toned dark skinned body and his cock had my ass twitching the minute my lips touched it. Once again very little was said and he knew I love spit as lube so he pushed me onto the bed and started rimming me deep and spitting on my now slightly gaped hole. Then he slammed balls deep in me and fucked hard for a couple of minutes. He stopped and flipped me over and then gave me the pounding of my life 15 straight minutes of hard deep pounding. Grabbing my hips and forcing himself deep in me. He had me moaning and begging for his babymakers. He kept calling me a slut and asking me if this is what I really like while slapping my ass. Asked me if I love getting bred versus my wife's pussy. I could only moan yesses. Finally he tensed up and slammed in me deep and loudly came. He stayed in me until he went limp and plopped out. My ass gushed cum right away, so much seed. He then stood up got dressed and left. I made sure to lay in my marital bed and let his cum soak in the sheets while I jerked off with his spunk as lube. Wife unaware, still do not know is name.

Mexico is close to data centers in the US, so if there are issues they’re different than the ones I was looking to examine. Basically in networking the two problems are latency (caused by distance) and packet loss (caused by network congestion). I’m mostly looking to figure out the effect of latency, but am mildly interested in packet loss. The upgrades to the server could actually make things worse for people on poor internet connections with lots of packet loss. Mexico is close to the US so latency isn’t an issue, but packet loss might be an issue, so feel free to run the test if the instructions make sense to you, but I still need results from Australia or South America.

(not my story, taken from Squirt.org and written by a former member named Megawogtop) I'm a hot lebanese guy with a very big dick. Im a total top: never tasted cock, never had it up my arse and never will. But one thing I do like is the feel of my huge cock as it slides hard down a throat or snaps tight into a manpussy. I have three leb mates who feel the same. We regularly roam the beats in Sydney looking for those real sluts that are just asking for rough sex, and let me tell you they aint hard to find. For those yankee fuckers reading this a 'beat' is ozzie for a cruising ground. Last night me and a bud hit a very cruisy beat, musta been 'bout 20-25 cars parked so looked like there'd be plenty of action. It was a dark open area of low bushland, plenty of trails to wander looking for cocksuckers. My bud and I seperated as I've found the manpussy tends to scatter if they see two or more guys walking together. I wandered through the bushes checking out the trade. Lotsa young guys, few rough types, few older gents. It was a warm night and as I wandered into a clearing I saw a sight that stirred by meat into action. Lying on a towel just ahead of me was a real goer. Stark naked, face down, legs spread and butt humped into the air, the invite was clear: cum fuck my mancunt, I'm easy. The mancunt was prob early 20's, hairless and the guys back reflected his muscles in the moonlight. He was asking for it! I backtracked to find my mate which took a few minutes and told him of the package that awaited. We headed to the spot. Seems the few minutes were enough for the manpussy to be occupied. As we approached we could see the white butt of some guy as it banged into the naked slut's hole. The guy turned and saw us but didnt stop the pumping, he beckoned us over. As if we needed an invite! We stood for a minute watching the guys dick going in and out of the naked bitch's arse. He was being done doggy style which gave a great view of his spread mancunt. It was hairless and his cheeks wobbed as they were pounded. I pulled out my monster and got to my knees in front of the plaything. He didnt even stop to think but opened his mouth to take my meat. He started slurping on my head and foreskin. Nice warm mouth, I thought, but I want throat. I grabbed the guy by the back of the head and pushed hard. His head devoured my meat. I just love the feel of tight throat around my cock, and the slick feeling of warm muccus as I coats my meat. I held the fucker's head and pushed hard feeling the tight throat wrap round my shaft. The bitch started to gag so I pulled out, just for a second. Then rammed it back. The little naked muscle slut was a real pro and he took my cock well.His throat felt tight and hot. Watching the throat fucking musta been too much for the guy doing the pounding, as the pace quickened, he slapped the bitch's arse twice, moaned and blew his load deep. He pulled out, chucked the 'dom, upped his dacks and was off. He had gotten what he wanted. The arse slapping musta been heard as a few guys were now standing around obviously wanting a free sex show. It blows me away how some guys can strip naked and let total strangers do em over in semi public places! But where would we be without 'em eh? The bitch was still doggy, and throat massaging my shaft, so he didnt know who was watching, time for my bud to take position at the mancunt end and have some fun. The guy moaned as my mate rammed him hard from behind. He probably would have yelped but for the fact that his throat was full. My bud and I have tag teamed arse and throat on many occassions so we know the score. Get a good rhythm going. My mate placed his hand on the back of the bitch's head and pushed as I grabbed his hips and pushed them back onto my mate's meat. The sound of muffled gags and crotch slamming into arse is a hot sound that gets me hard. We pounded away at both ends, hard fast and furious. This musta been too much for one of the watching wankers as I heard him moan and dump his load, zip and wander off. We pounded throat and mancunt for about five minutes, then decided it was time for a flip flop. We swapped places and I when to town on the hairless crack that wiggled in front of me. One thing I like about sphincter is that despite a relentless pounding, it can still stay tight, hot and firm, especially when you find an expert bottom who knows how to massage a cock with his arse. And this bitch was one of those experts. I rammed that arse as hard as I could right to the balls and the groans and moans of the naked guys got me hotter and hotter. No starting slowly for me. I love the feeling of ramming in hard first go then pounding relentlessly. By now we had about 7 bystanders each wanking and watching. They were standing close now getting a good view of my meat as it rapepounded that hole. One guy blew and splattered the back of the the bitch as we spitroasted him. With a mouthful of my mate's cock I still could hear the moan of pleasure from him. My bud said to me in lebansese that he was close. I pushed the back of the bitch's head to make him throat deeper and my mate threw his head back and moaned in pure pleasure. I increased the pounding of the sphincter. The thought of my mate blowing deep in this guy's throat brought me close to the edge, as as he blew I had to let my load go too. Six hard sharp rough jabs with my dick was enought to force the load from my balls and I unloaded hard and deep into the warm mancunt, as my mate unloaded down the bitch's throat. The feeling of relieving ourselves at the same time was hot. We pulled our meat from both ends, cleaned up, slapped the bitch's butt, laughed and wandered off satisfied. The naked slut stayed doggy eying off the crowd that still stood around. Im sure the hot little muscle nude performed more party favours that night! Back in the van we decided to check out another beat about 20 minutes away. Just time to stew another hot load and find another target.

Friday afternoon I went to my favorite cruisy park near my place. A few cars but I didn't see anyone walking around in the usual places. After going back to my car, I went for another walk on the trails where some of the action happens. I looked back and saw a guy following me. Call him Guy #2. He was dressed in slacks, long sleeve shirt and tie which is NOT what one wears to walk around an old slightly delapitated park. I stopped walking and waited for him to catch up, he looked familiar. He immediately starting grabbing his crotch. He walked up and started tweaking my nipples and kissing me. He pulled out his rock hard cock and I kneeled down and started sucking it. After a couple of minutes, I looked to my left and saw a guy walking down the pathway, I jumped up and the guy put his cock away quickly. After a closer look, I had seen this guy here before and he gave us the "OK" signal as he tugged on his pants. Call him Guy #3. He walked up to us and motioned to walk down a small embankment that would take us off the direct line of the walking path. We all walked down and pulled out our cocks and started jacking. I bent over and went back and forth giving each of them head. When I am with more than 1 guy I never kneel down but bend at the waist so the other guy can see my willing ass. As I was sucking each of them the other one would feel my hairy ass and started fingering me. Guy #3 jumped and pointed that another person was coming down the path. We pulled up and tried to act casual. Kinda funny to see 3 guys standing down in mangroves with one in a shirt/tie try to act like nothing was going on. As mentioned before this park is run down and lots of guys cruise here. Guy #4 was really tall, beefy and looked straight. He was wearing old jeans and a flannel shirt with work boots. He walked slowly passed and then turned around and headed down towards us. He was unzipping his pants and pulled out an above average fat cock. Me and the other 2 guys assuming my sucking them and them feeling my ass. Surprisingly guy #4 walks over and drops to his knees and starts to the suck cock of Guy #3. I remembered that #3 had bred me before so I moved my ass to give him full view. Meanwhile, Guy #2 starts breathing heavy while he's jacking. I reach over and take his cock in my mouth and he unloads in it. He pulls himself together and leaves us. #4 is sucking #3 like a champ and I am watching hoping #3 will fuck me. He pulls out of #4's mouth and I ask him to breed me but he says it's too late and pushes my mouth on his exploding dick. I swallow #3 and expect to #4 to j/o and leave. #3 pulls and leaves and all of sudden #4 spins me around and pushes me forward and starts to stick his cock in my ass. Mind you, #4 has not spoken one word the entire time to any of us. Since he is much larger than me, I am leaning up against a tree to keep from getting knocked down by this big man. Once I was holding on good, he started fucking me like a stallion. He pulled his dick all the way out, dropped a big glob of spit on his cock and continued to fuck me. He was grabbing my waist and assaulting my ass. He kept fucking for longer than i expected but soon finally made a grunting noise. As he unloaded in my ass, he grabbed my waist and pulled my ass into him making sure no cum dripped out. I must admit my head was spinning, I grabbed my shorts and pulled them up. As I turned around, he turned his back to me. I said "thanks man" and he never turned or acknowledged me. I didn't care since I had swallowed 2 loads and had 1 in my ass so I climbed up and turned to the right to leave. I looked back as he was leaving, he went the opposite way as me. Hope to run into him again, was hot that he didn't want anything to do with me affter he put his load in my ass.

A poz top pinning me down, telling me to take his poz cock and calling me faggot is one of the biggest things anyone can do to turn me on!

So I recently decideded to start posting some videos I've made (well, tops made for me of me getting fucked). Let me know what you guys think! https://www.xtube.com/profile/txcumdumpfun-54263771#videos

That's so difficult to know. I've been getting fucked raw for over 40 years. Especially in the days before AIDS, when bathhouses were prevalent all over the world and I was young and hot, I'd go to bathhouses at least once a week and get between 10 and 20 loads every time. It's slowed over the years, but I still average between 5 or 10 loads in my ass every month. Sometimes more if I host a breed & seed party or go to the baths. I'm conservatively estimating that in my 40 years of sex, I've taken between 3000 and 6000 loads in my ass. And probably 4 or 5 times that amount down my throat. The vast majority have been anonymous. Mostly in bookstores and baths. In the old days a lot in parks and public bathrooms as well. Hardly a word spoken to each other, let alone exchange names. I've had a lot of "regulars" in that time. Those guys I'll know their names. But I'm guessing I know less than 5-10% of the guys names. I think my personal best in recent years was a trip I took to Amsterdam a few years ago. I hosted a couple of "breed and seeds" in my hotel room that week. I also daily visited one or more of the bookstores and baths. That week alone I took 57 loads in my ass and at least triple that number in my mouth. I was a pig in shit. I didn't know a single name that week.

I usually freeball or wear a jock. Jockstraps can be VERY comfortable for a long night of dancing and cruising. I DO find that once someone sees my jockstrap band or the whole thing if that's all I'm wearing, they are more likely to grab my ass/play with my hole. It's good advertising that I'll take loads. I always slip a small amount of lube in my hole to entice the first guy. Then his cum in me entices 2 and 3 and 4 and 5...

Time to get a new bottom. Also, I think its hotter to load that hole up and watch it drip out. I love when they do that in porn and I think it should be the standard. If I was directing porn, the top would ALWAYS cum inside and we'd watch it drip out or get rimmed back out. Personally I always shoot deep inside.

It had taken a while, but I'd finally done it. After fucking countless bareback whores, over a lengthy 'career' as a punter, I'd finally lived out my dirty fantasy ... a story I'll now tell. I awoke in the early hours. Around 4ish. Feeling exhausted, but exhilarated. The bed I was in was filthy. And stank of piss, cum and alcohol. I suppose I should have been grateful for the lack of shit stains. I was naked, but partially covered with a sheet. The room around me was quite dark, with just a rays of early morning sunlight coming through the gaps in the curtain. And I could clearly see the outline of the door, as someone had left the hallway light on. Just enough light to see that the room was as disgusting as the bed. A pigsty. Trash all over the floor. And, on closer inspection, the used needles were also visible. I looked to my side, to see the woman who lay next to me. I'd been aware she was there before seeing her, as her body was - in part - tangled with mine. Our legs still locked in an embrace from the passion of the night before. She too was naked. As she lay there, on her side, I had a clear view of her tits, shoulders and face. Nice tits. Somewhat tiny, but pert - just as I like them. And her face was cute. Almost beautiful. But it was, even in sleep, a troubled face. No wonder. She was a 19 year old junkie, paying her way by selling her ass. Perhaps to as many as 6 or 7 different blokes a day. She'd spread her legs for anyone. All cummers welcome. So long as you paid her £20 or £30 for the privilege. And most of that went straight to her pimp "boyfriend" (some bloke in his late 40's, also a heavy drug user). It was her pimp who'd arranged for my visit to this young lady. I'd met him through an acquaintance, and we'd agreed to have a drink in some dingy bar. I'd asked him a few questions, to see if he could arrange the sort of meeting I was after. No problem, he said. And, shortly after, the deed was done. This woman next to me, this out-of-her-head junkie, was the stuff my perverted passions had lusted after. Slim, almost thin, with long dark hair (almost down to her backside). And HIV+. She'd got infected, I guess, from sharing needles. That had been a while ago - and the infection was starting to take it's toll on her looks. Whatever strain - or strains - of the disease she had, her viral load was likely high ... And I'd fucked her bareback. Nor just in her pussy, but in her ass too. Both holes had been tight. And both had been well lubed before I entered her. I'd paid to watch her "boyfriend" fuck her first, along with one of his buddies. They'd both unloaded their man-muck inside her, filling her up. Their seed was infected too, both of them being HIV+. I'd sat, watching (with my cock in hand, as hard as could be). Then, once they'd had their pleasure, the two blokes left. Just me and her, in the filthy bedroom. Then, as I'd requested, she took out her paraphernalia - and I watched her 'shoot up'. I could see her getting high. And then she jacked me up, using the same syringe. We lay on the bed, high, and then had sex. The best sex of my life ... It was about four hours later that I awake. I'd finally lived out my dirty fantasy.

I'm that cocksucker your talking about. Im that str8 acting guy that goes to the porn stores when my girlfriend is working. My girlfriend has no clue that her so called str8 boyfriend ends up cruising the video booths looking for as many cocks to suck off. She has no clue that her boyfriend will suck off any random strangers cocks off. Infront of other guys watching me down on my knees. Letting a complete stranger use my mouth and grab the back of my head and throat fuck me . Making me gag as he slams his cock all the way down my throat. Using me humiliated me like the cumhungry faggot i really am. I like to look at the guys who are watching me as im sucking cock. They are waiting for that guy to dump his load down my throat and leave so other strangers can use my mouth and feed this faggot more thick loadsof cum. Sometimes I have two guys taking turns using my mouth. After the one guy cums in my mouth. I don't swallow it. Instead this faggot ends up sucking the second cock off with a mouthful of cum from the other guys cock. After I swallow all the loads of cum that I can get. This cocksucking faggot heads home to my str8 life. I end up fucking my girlfriend. Thinking about how many strangers cocks that I sucked off infront of other people.

PART 2 I had no idea what to do. I was naked, seated on the edge of a stranger's bed, and we were watching a gay porn, a gay porn where a young guy was slobbering all over a guy's cock. My six inch cock was rock hard, but next to me was an almost rock hard man dick. I marveled at how such a thin guy had such a huge fat cock. It had to be at least eight and a half inches. As if sensing it, or maybe he was just staring at me staring at his cock, he commented "I like that you can’t stop looking at my cock. You must be hungry. Have you been with many guys?” I just figured honesty was best and I wasn’t exactly fooling anyone into thinking I was 'Mr. Experience', so I told the truth. "I've..., I've gone to a bookstore a few times and done stuff.” I was super embarrassed to admit it, but he looked at me and smiled, responding "Good for you. Bookstore booths can be hot. Did you just let guys suck you or has Chris learned to get his knees dirty?” "At first, I got sucked but I kind of like, I kind of like to suck more than get sucked.” There, I had admitted it. "And what about fucking? Anyone get that butt yet?” he asked. "I tried it twice. It was good, but it kind of hurts, and well, it seems like... condoms aren’t very slippery it feels like.” He looked at me thoughtfully and asked "So, each of the guys who fucked your ass used a condom? But not when you were sucking, right? I imagine you took each man's load in your mouth, didn’t you?” “I only tried fucking twice and yes, each guy used a condom. And yes, you're also right, when I suck I don’t ever use a condom. Oh, and yeah, the guys always just cum in my mouth. I don’t mind though.” There, I had admitted that too. I liked sucking cock and tasting cum. “Well Chris, I am proud of you for being so open with me and for going out and finding what you like. Do you want to know what I like and what I have done?” I nodded. “I've done most everything, I think, so if you have a question, just ask. But when it comes to fucking and sucking and having man sex, I like it all. But most of the time, I am the one getting sucked more than the one sucking. And most of the time I am the one licking a guy's asshole instead of him licking mine. And I am always the one, these days, that fills a hot manhole instead of having a cock deep up in me. And I have a secret trick for fucking that makes it real slippery and the bottoms always love it. In my book it's the only way to fuck. Can you guess what it is?” I shrugged, having no idea. "Well, let's put it this way: the problem with the way you’ve been fucking is that you used condoms. I never do.”

The ABS I go to just got remodeled and put in a mini-theater. It’s not huge, just 9 folding chairs and a big tv screen but it definitely adds another dimension to the experience. There are still some booths with gloryholes, in particular one in the back that you cannot lock. That has always been my favorite so I was glad to see it was still there. I’ve now been three times and got fucked all three times. Yesterday turned out to be pretty fun. I paid my $10 at the front then went through the door that rings whenever someone comes in or leaves. I was hoping there would already be a lunchtime crowd but I guess I was a little early because there was only me. I went to the back row of chairs and stripped down naked except for my shirt. Being naked in a public setting is one of life’s great turn ons. Since I was alone I decided to rearrange the chairs, moving the rows in to a semi-circle. The whole center of the room was now empty and everyone could watch each other as well as the screen. I got my lube out of my pants pocket and went to the middle of the room, fingering a good amount in to my butthole. As I was fingering myself the front door announced someone coming in. I went to a chair and sat down, stroking my cock and continuing to finger my hole. A small Asian guy came in to the theater and sat down right next to me. In less than a minute he was on his knees in front of me, taking my cock in his mouth. I was there for the long haul so had no plans to cum, no matter how good of a cocksucker he was. He was bobbing up and down on my knob when the door chimed a new customer. An older gentleman came in and sat across from us and watched me getting blown. In less than a minute another guy came in. He was about 40, real tall and wearing a T-shirt and gym shorts. He sat up by the screen and was rubbing his cock while watching the straight porn on the tv. I kept watching him and soon he pulled his cock out. It was nice, at least 7 inches and thick. The Asian guy finally gave up on me and left the theater, evidently going to the booths as i didn’t hear the door chime. I decided to make a move on the guy up front. I went over to him and he grabbed my cock, stroking it but not sucking it. I wanted a taste of what he had to offer but he said he would only let me do it if he put a condom on it. Now I hate condoms, but especially for oral but I reluctantly agreed since he was so big. He pulled his pants off and found the rubber in a pocket. He rolled it on and I started sucking. Even with the nasty latex taste it was delicious. As I sucked him he took his shirt off so that he was naked except for his shoes. I followed suit, tossing my shirt to the back of the room with the rest of my clothes. I dropped down and took mins balls in my mouth, gently sucking them and letting my spit drip down to his taint. I licked it off and he lifted himself up a little, giving me access to his hole. I slid a tongue in and heard the door chime. Another guy entered the room, followed by the Asian guy. There were now five of us in the room, four watching me eat ass. The guy stood up and turned around so I could dive deep with my tongue up his ass. Four dicks were out and being stroked. I moved from his ass to his balls to his cock, giving the guys a show. The guy then sat down and told me to finish him. He still had the fucking rubber on but I gave it my all and soon he was blowing a load in the condom. He was in a hurry to leave but I asked him if I could have the rubber that he had just cum in. He put it in a napkin and handed to me as he left. I went back to my chair and turned the rubber inside out, not losing a drop of cum and fingered it in to my ass. A new guy showed up and said it looked like he had just missed the show. As I fingered my cunt I told him we could put on a show of our own. Out came his cock, not huge but definitely worth doing. I got on my knees and sucked him hard. He held my head with both hands as I bobbed up and down on him. I looked up at him and said I wanted him to fuck me. He said sure but needed a condom and hadn’t brought one. Luckily, I had one so I fished it out of my pants pocket on the floor and rolled it on him. As I was doing that another guy came in with a buddy. There were six guys watching me as I lowered my used pussy on to the guys cock. I bounced on him, getting a good fuck even in the chair. My knees finally started giving out so I stood up, put my hands on a chair in front of me and offered him my hole to continue fucking. He stood up and pushed right back in, now pumping me hard, his balls slapping against my ass. He said he was going to cum and asked me where I wanted it. I told him to take the rubber off and shoot it on my asshole. He stroked his bare cock and soon sent a huge load of cum on my ass crack. I caught it before it hit the floor and fingered it in to me. He squeezed the last of his cum out of his cock and rubbed it on my butt. I now had two loads of cum in me but still hadn’t been fucked bare. It was obvious that none of the guys watching were going to give me what I wanted so I gathered up my clothes and went to my favorite booth in the back. At least I could watch gay porn there! I shut the door but as I said there was no lock on this booth. I stood there naked, stroking my dick, fingering my hole and tasting some of the cum from my ass. I hadn’t been there 5 minutes before a dick came through the gloryhole. I did what I do best, got on my knees and sucked him hard. I really wanted to get fucked so I stood up and rubbed the dick on my pussy. This guy wouldn’t fuck me. Damn! I looked through the gloryhole on the other side of my booth and saw a guy was getting blown from the other side. The guy I was sucking put his dick back through the gloryhole but I was now focused on the other guy getting blown. I was watching when he suddenly pulled away from the gloryhole. I figured he had cum but he was still rock hard. I put my mouth to to gloryhole and was immediately rewarded with a hard cock . I sucked and licked and squeezed and he seemed to like it so I stood up and rubbed his cock on my hole. He didn’t pull away so I slowly backed on to him. He filled my hole and soon was pumping away. He’d pull out and then put it back in, teasing me with his dick. He felt so good and I clenched my ass on to him as he pumped. Then he just stopped. He pulled out. I knew he hadn’t cum. I looked through the gloryhole and he was putting his dick away. Fuck! I told him to come in to my booth and finish me off. He opened the door to his booth and I thought he was leaving but he turned right in to my booth. He didn’t bother closing the door. He pulled out his still hard cock. I turned around and he pushed back inside me. He pumped for a minute or so then said he needed more room. I suggested we go to the theater to fuck and he was all for it. I didn’t even bother to take my clothes. I walked in to the theater naked. There were six guys sitting around, some with their dicks out, some not. I grabbed a chair and went to the middle of the room. I leaned over the chair and the guy from the booth came in, pulled out his cock and fucked me right there. Lots of dicks were out now and there was a cute Latin kid with a big cock who seemed very interested. He had pulled his pants down to his ankles and had taken his shirt off. I was taking a big bare cock up my ass while this kid stroked. I told the guy fucking me that I wanted him to breed me. I wanted that load deep inside my hole. He pumped me fast and told me he was going to give it to me deep. Then he yelled out that he was cumming. I looked at the Latin kid and asked him if he wanted to see my cumfilled ass. He said, oh yeah, so I went over to him, bent over and let him see the cum dripping out of my hole. I told him he could touch it. He slid a finger in to me and the guy who had fucked me walked over and made me lick him clean. I was so horned up I would have done anything. I licked him, sucked him and got him clean then felt the Latin kids dick going in to my cummy hole. He fucked me fast and hard as I jerked off. The other guys watched me take the kids load up my ass as I dropped my own load on the floor of the theater. I don’t know if I’ll ever have that good a time there again but I know I’ll be going back and hoping.

Part 9 "Travis." Said Blake, his voice shaking. "My best friend. "You fucking disgusting piece of shit. I hope you die!" The slut sobbed as he finished the text, my dick just throbbed. I took the phone and texted back. "Please Travis," I typed and told Blake, "I want you to fuck me soooo bad. I've always dreamt of you raping my ass!" I smiled as I hit send. "Die fag!" He texted back. I had him read the next one. "From Grace, my girlfriend. "WTF?????? You fucking sick perv! Fuck you!" He sobbed harder as I fucked him harder. "From......my dad." Jackpot! He was shaking like a leaf as he read it. "You fucking disgusting, filthy, depraved pervert. You are dead to your family! You sent your mom and sister that sick shit? I want you out of the house now! I don't give a fuck what happens to you! Never speak to us again!" My whore was openly crying as he read that. I just grabbed his hips and pounded him hard. Then I took his phone and texted. "Please daddy. I want you to fuck me. I've dreamt of it my whole life. My big, strong, hairy daddy raping his little boys hole. You can piss up my ass after you dump your cum in me daddy! Please let your friends use me daddy! I'm a dirty, little pig!" I hit send and handed the phone back to the slut. "Father Joe.....my priest." He said quietly. "My dear son. I pray for you." I grabbed the phone and texted. "Father, please fuck me and use me as the cumdump god made me to be. I want your big, holy cock spewing hot cum into my guts. Punish me with a whipping for my sins before you rape me." And so it went. A couple of the guys from the party stopped by to use the whore more. One had a fist in his ass as he read more and more texts telling him what a disgusting worthless fag he was. For every guy, I texted back responses, begging and pleading for nasty sex. Everyone told Blake to fuck off and die. Except for one. Father Joe. He texted back, "Blake. I want to see you. It's important you come by the rectory tonight. 10 pm." I texted back an affirmative. Several men dropped by all day to fuck the young slut. His rosebud just grew more and more. Eventually it was time to go see the priest. I gave Blake a dirty jockstrap to wear, nothing else. We pulled up right at 10 to see a handsome young bearded man outside, waiting. He quickly ushered us into the church through a side door. "You his pimp?" He asked. "Yea." "How much?" He asked, not even paying attention to Blake. "Depends. What u want? You can hurt the bitch." "I saw the video. He said I could whip him." "That was me. But he'll do as he's told. He's high as fuck. Gonna give him another slam, then you can have at it." "I want to hurt him. I want to hear him scream, and beg for mercy." "Since you're a man of the cloth, $100, hurt him all you want, I get to watch." "Deal." The priest led us into the sanctuary where he quickly produced some rope and had the slut tied to the alter, legs spread wide, hole exposed. I gave the boy another large slam and stepped back. Father Joe wasted no time procuring a cat o nine tails. With no warning he let out a primal yell and struck Blake as hard as he could, right on the boys exposed and swollen rosebud. The cumdump screamed as he tried to break out of his bonds, but he was trapped. Father Joe just laid into him, leaving big, angry looking welts all over his back, ass, and thighs. Sweat dripped off his brow as he struck the teen, over and over. Blake just cried and shook, his voice hoarse from screaming. The priest untied Blake, and made him lie on the alter, again tying him down. Then he whipped the front of his sacrificial lamb. His chest, his thighs, his stomach, and especially his cock and balls. Blake was so high and in such pain, that he barely could breath as his cock and balls were whipped almost bloody. Father didn't stop until he was exhausted. Then he untied the broken slut, and swung his legs over the side. The priest then opened his robe, revealing a nice, fat cock. He grabbed the bitch around the throat and rammed his cock in as he choked the beaten down whore. He soon shuddered and bellowed as he dumped yet another load of hot cum into my broken boy. After the priest had finished, he found some old clothes for Blake to wear, to cover his fresh welts. As we drove off, I realized it was only midnight, and we weren't to far from a sleazy bathhouse. I decided a gacked out teenager with a busted open pussy and a body covered in welts was too good not to share at the sauna. My bitch needed more abuse tonight, I decided.

Part 21 - You’re Number One Joe was walking across campus after classes to get back to the car when his phone rang. It was Nick. “Hey, Nick. How’s it going?” Joe asked. Nick said “Damn good, thanks. You?” “Great here too, I just got done with classes for the day and I’m heading home. Have you thought more about my offer?” Joe asked, deliberately avoiding passersby so no one would overhear the conversation. “Oh yeah, I couldn’t stop thinking about it," Nick replied, before asking “Are you really serious? I’ve had a few guys string me along and we never met.” “Dead serious” Joe said with a sinister laugh. “Fuck, I am so hard right now thinking about it. How do you want to set this up? I can pay you guys if you want, but I don’t have a lot of cash,” Nick said. Joe could hear the desire in his voice. “The guys and I were thinking that we’ll do it in a hotel room and just tag team you until we’re empty. If there is anything special you want to do, just let us know. And don’t worry about paying us. We’re just helping a guy out,” Joe said emotionlessly. “I kind of want some more info if you don’t mind,” Nick said as he started to rattle off questions. “How may guys are there? How toxic are they? Are they all our age or old guys? Any of them have AIDS? Are we just going to fuck or are you going to wreck my hole first or blood slam me? Is it just going to be a one night breeding or are we going to keep breeding until I convert?” Joe chuckled at how prepared Nick was and said “Wow, you really have been thinking about this. Lets see if I remembered all your questions. There are five of us, for sure. We all just got over the flu and tested poz but don’t have our numbers yet. One guy is about your age and the oldest is twenty seven. Since we just converted, no one has AIDS. Its up to you if you want us to prep your hole. We didn’t when we got bred, but one guy did have a large PA. Two of us have smaller PAs, so they’ll do some damage. I hate needles and I don’t know if anyone else is up for doing a blood slam. Oh, and we were just planning on doing it one night and seeing if it takes. Maybe we can do a second or third if it doesn’t. Whew. Was that all of the questions?” “Uh, Yeah, I think so. I guess the big one I forgot is how soon can we do it?” asked Nick. “Well, one guy lives down in the city and works, so his schedule is a little less flexible. He’s available Tuesday and Thursday this week in the evenings. He can probably do most other days before 3:00 PM,” Joe answered. “Can we really do it tomorrow night? Fuck that would be so hot. It’s my birthday!” Nick said enthusiastically. “I think so. I’ll send a message to everyone and get back to you. Give me an hour or two,” Joe said. Joe sent off messages to everyone and got replies back from everyone but Steven. When he got back to the apartment Steven was there crying. Joe went over to him and put his arm around him and asked what was wrong. Steven finally was able to explain that his Mom had called and yelled at him for not showing up to work at the restaurant. When he said that if his Dad didn’t want him as part the family, he assumed that meant he didn’t want him around their restaurant too. He said his mom kept yelling at him and called him worthless and lazy and perverted. Then later his phone went dead. Since it was on a family plan, he assumed they shut it off. Joe tried his best to calm him down. He finally said “Steven, your biological family has left you because they can’t accept you for who you are. You are a great person - smart, funny, generous, and sexy. We are your new family now. We look out for each other and help each other. Lets go over to the megamart and pick up a new SIM for your phone and get you a cheap pay as you go plan so you can keep in contact with the ones that really care about you. It took a while but Joe finally felt it was okay to ask Steven if Tuesday evening would be good for him for their meeting with Nick. Steven nodded and then rubbed his cock through his pants. Joe sent a message back to Nick telling him 7:00 PM, room 152 at the Rest Inn Lodge. Joe, Kyle and Steven hit their classes on Tuesday as if it was just an ordinary day. At lunch time, Joe found a secluded area on the campus quad and sat down on a bench. He started typing out a message “Joe here, u said I should call if u if I had a Q about being poz. Talk?” and hit send and sat back waiting for a response from Tyler. He put his headphones on and plugged them into his phone and listened to some music. About ten minutes later he got a message back - “Need 15 min.” Joe smiled and turned up the music a bit and waited. The phone rang and Joe answered. “Hi Tyler, I have a question that I was hoping you could help me out with.” “Sure, what is it?” “Is there any chance we can find out our viral loads before our appointments?” asked Joe. “Uh, we don’t like to give that info out like that. Why do you want to know?” responded Tyler. Joe started “This is off the record, ok?” and heard a “mmhmm” from the other side and continued “I have a chaser and our group is going to help him out, but he wanted to know how toxic we were before it happens.” Joe heard Tyler laugh and say “You pigs. I guess you’re dealing with it ok, then. How many guys are helping?” “There’s five of us and he wants to meet tonight” Joe replied. “Wow, thats quick. Give me the names and I’ll see what I can do” Tyler said. Joe gave him the names of the guys and heard Tyler tell him “OK, give me 30 and I’ll call you back.” Joe waited patiently until the thirty minutes was up and then started glancing at his phone almost every minute. Finally the phone rang and it was Tyler and Joe answered “Yo, dude.” "Hey, I have the info, but I can't really give it to you. If anyone found out, I'd lose my job. I'll give you some info, but I have to get a bit of the action in exchange" Tyler told Joe. Joe frowned. This wasn’t going as he planned, but said “You want to breed the guy? If you’re toxic and can meet tonight at 7:00, I’d say sure.” “I work until seven. Can I be a bit late? I have to go home and shower. I can probably get there by 8:00,” responded Tyler. “You can shower in the hotel room if you don’t mind an audience checking you out. Room 152 at the Rest Inn Lodge. Get there as soon as you can after work. Now, what info can you give me?” Joe asked. “Uh, please don’t share this with anyone than your group and the, uh, guest of honor. The viral loads from the poz tests last week were from 88k to 437k. I can’t tell you who had what and there’s some of you in the middle, but it should satisfy your neg bud,” Tyler said quietly. “Cool, I really appreciate it. See you tonight for some crazy fun. Bye” Joe responded. Joe, Kyle and Steven showed up at the hotel room early with their sling knocked down and in its travel bag. They ran into Dennis finishing up the prep work on the room. Some drinks were laid out in ice bins, the bed was covered in the rubber cover and the restraint rings were attached to the corners of the bed. The TV had a rough bareback porn video playing. Joe and Kyle reassembled the sling and set out the lube, poppers and toys they had brought along. There was a knock at the door and it was Corey. “Hey guys, I was hoping the victim would let me watch and maybe video the event. I can fuck too, but obviously I’m shooting blanks” Corey said as he walked in the room and looked around. “That's all up to Nick. You’ll have to ask him when he gets here,” replied Joe. At ten minutes to seven there was another knock at the door. Dennis answered it and it was Aaron. He walked into the room, visibly nervous and said “I hope I’m not too late. Traffic was a bitch. I’m gonna rinse off in the shower” and started to strip as he was walking to the bathroom. He dropped his bag, pulled his clothes off and got into the shower oblivious that everyone was watching him. They noticed that his cock was a little stiff already and they all smiled to each other. Aaron put on a new jockstrap that he bought, some basketball shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt and walked out and found a spot to sit. Kyle passed the joint to him and he took a big hit. “Aaaahhh” he said softly as the rush hit him, and then “Fuck I needed that. My cock has been hard the entire drive up here.” The clock ticked seven and the five guys sat around in the room, passing a joint around and drinking. At five after, Joe sent a text message to Nick asking where he was. They guys started to wonder if they got played or Nick had gotten cold feet. At 7:15, there was a knock at the door and everyone turned and looked at the door. Joe got up and opened the door and saw it was Nick. He pulled Nick inside and looked around outside to see if Tyler was anywhere around. Nick walked in the room and checked each of the guys out while they were examining their prey. Nick had an athletic build and was a runner. His body was well defined even though he didn’t run regularly any more. His hair was dark blond and he kept his chest shaved but left a treasure trail below his navel leading down to a thin eight inch uncut cock. He had a nice firm bubble butt and legs that were taut and muscular, both with a light covering of hair. As he scanned the room he quietly said “Oh fuck” with his eyes on Aaron. Aaron looked back at Nick and said “Scooter?” Nick blushed at the sound of his high school nickname that he had almost forgotten about. “Yeah, but I don’t use that nickname any more.” Everyone looked back and forth between Aaron and Nick until someone asked “Scooter?“ Nick just shook his head and said “Its an old nickname with a long story. Hi guys, I’m Nick.” Joe could see the discomfort in Nick’s posture and hoped that the party was not going to fall apart at the last minute. Dennis broke the awkward silence with “I take it you two know each other?” Aaron responded first “Yeah, we went to high school together. I had a big crush on him, but I thought he was straight. He always had a girlfriend and there were rumors that he knocked one of them up.” Nick looked even more uncomfortable and said “I thought I was straight too and yeah, I knocked one of my girlfriends up trying to prove it. No one wants a gay jock.” Joe interrupted with a loud “AHEM! They’re the best kind of jock” and rolled his eyes. “Anyway, once I had sex with a guy, I realized why I needed to steal my Dad’s Viagra to have sex with women. I was gay.” Aaron said “Damn, I would have given anything to have been that guy. I jacked off so many times to thoughts of you.” Nick blushed and chuckled. “It almost happened a few times, but I chickened out. I didn’t want to be seen with someone some people thought was gay. Sorry.” Joe looked at Nick and said “I know this is kinda awkward, so I can understand if you don’t want to go through with it tonight.” “I’ve been so fuckin’ pumped all weekend thinking about tonight, I can’t stop now,” Nick said. Joe asked “You okay with it, Aaron?” Without hesitation Aaron replied “Hell, yeah.” Nick looked directly at Aaron and asked “So everyone here is poz?” “All but Corey, but we’ll get to that later” Joe said and then continued “We all found out a week and a half ago and haven’t taken any meds yet. I have a bit more info that I was hoping another guest would give, but he said he would get here a little late from work.” Everyone looked curiously at Joe and he grinned. “A little birdie told me that the guys that tested poz the week we did had a viral load of eighty eight thousand to four hundred thirty seven thousand. So the guys here tonight are in that range.” Dennis’s and Kyle’s jaws dropped. “Fuck, yeah. That should do it” Nick said and then added “I took one of the home tests today and it said neg. I have a pic of it if anyone wants to see.” “Nah, thats cool. Do you prefer the bed or the sling, Nick?” Dennis asked. “Let's start out on the bed and then do the sling later,” he said with a grin. Joe laughed and said “Let's get naked and you can pick which cock goes in you first.” As each man removed his clothing, Corey commented “I’m the neg guy. Dennis is my boyfriend. I’m on prep and like to fuck with poz guys. I want to watch if that’s okay, maybe take some pics or vids if you’re cool with it or even fuck you when you’re loaded.” Nick broke out laughing. “Thats sick dude. I love it. Uh… I want copies of all the pics and videos. Just don’t put them up anywhere online. Okay?” “No problem,” Corey replied. Joe said “Oh, by the way, it’s Nick’s birthday today. Lets all give him a birthday gift he’ll remember!” “Line up so I can pick my first toxic cock” said Nick. The guys lined up, each stroking himself to get his cock even stiffer. Corey followed Nick down the line, videoing each of the hard cocks. Nick made it about half way and there was a knock on the door. Joe ran over and hid his naked body behind the door as he cracked it open. It was Tyler standing there in his medical scrubs. “Cool, you made it. We haven’t started yet.” Tyler walked in the room and there were a few gasps. “Guys, here is our other special guest. Tyler, I think you know most of these guys. This is Nick, our bottom slut for the evening and this is Corey, Dennis’s boyfriend. The shower is over there. We’ll wait until you rinse off and then we can get going.” By this time, Kyle had lit another joint and was passing it around. Nick said “Oh, I almost forgot, I brought this," pulling out a toothbrush. "Anyone want to help?” Joe pushed Nick over toward the sling and bent him over. “I’ve never done this, I’ve just seen it in porn” said Joe as he started to push the brush into Nick’s pussy. Nick groaned and started to scream but he cut himself off. Joe twisted the brush as it went in and felt the bristles get just inside the ring. He waited a moment and then started to work the brush in deeper, pushing in and out and rotating the brush. He worked the brush until he heard the water stop from the shower. He slowly pulled the brush out and the tips of the bristles were red and there was a drop of blood clinging on to one of the bristles. He helped Nick up and noticed he was sweating and had bitten his lip and there was blood running down his chin. Tyler walked out into the room naked. “Stand down here, Tyler, next to me” Joe said. As Tyler walked everyone stared at his body. He really did look like he could be a model. His cock, which was semi-erect, was already over six inches, thick with a large PA piercing. Joe was the only one to see Tyler’s back and spotted the large biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades, the only thing altering his perfect lightly tanned skin. With all of the cocks now at full hardness, Nick once again went down the line trying to decide which would be the first one to fuck and fill him with a viral load. He checked each of them, feeling them and playing with the three pierced cocks. “I want Aaron to do the honors, since I’ve wanted to fuck with him the longest,” Nick said. Aaron pumped his fist and said “Yeah!” as he walked towards the bed, pushing Nick. Nick got on all fours in the center of the bed. Aaron lubed his cock and then got behind Nick, rubbing his cock head on Nick’s tortured hole. “You sure you want to get pozzed up, Scooter?” Aaron asked. “Knock me up, Aaron. Fuck me and give me that toxic cum. POZ ME UP!” Nick begged. Aaron pushed his rock hard cock into Nick’s hole, finally getting it to open and got the head of his cock inside. Aaron moaned and waited a moment before shoving the remaining length of his shaft inside. This was only the second guy he had ever fucked and he was enjoying this even more than Corey’s hole. He had dreamt of having sex with Nick years ago and now he was doing it for real. He started thrusting in and out, slowly at first and getting harder and longer. The feeling of Nick’s battered hole around his cock turned him on more and more. He would slam his cock in and feel Nick’s hole throb around his cock and then pound him hard several times before slowing down and letting his balls relax a bit. Everyone was standing around the bed stroking and watching him fuck and hopefully poz his high school crush. He felt like a porn star, and he kind of was, as Corey recorded all of it. He tried to fight off the impending orgasm, but when Joe pinched his nipple, he couldn’t wait any more and rammed his cock in and felt his balls spew their buggy contents. He hadn’t shot a load since he bred Corey the previous week and it showed with huge amounts of cum flooding Nick’s hole. Aaron laid down on Nick’s back as his hips thrust in a few more times, pushing the cum in deeper. He whispered in Nick’s ear “Thanks. I hope its mine that knocks you up.” Aaron pulled his cock out and moved in front of Nick, letting him lick and suck the blood, cum and ass juice off his still hard cock. Joe was next in line and slammed his cock into Nick’s hole, forcing some of the cum out and it ran down his balls on to the bed. Joe couldn’t believe he was finally fucking his first neg guy with his poz cock. While it felt the same as countless guys he had fucked before, the mental image of his virus infecting Nick made it so much hotter. When Aaron pulled his cock out of Nicks mouth and got off the bed, Joe pushed Nick’s shoulders down to the bed and got in the jockey position and started slamming as hard as he could into Nick’s sloppy cunt. Joe looked down and a pink froth covered his pubes. It reminded why he was fucking Nick and it pushed him over edge and he shot several volleys of his poz cum deep into Nick’s hole. Like Aaron, he pulled his cock out and then fed it to Nick to clean. Nick tried to deep throat Joe, but kept gagging on the piercing. Dennis was next and he spared no mercy to Nick’s now ravaged hole. His sweat dripped down on to Nick’s back. Dennis ground his hips around, making sure his cock visited every part of Nick’s fuck chute. As he got close to cumming, Tyler got up on the bed behind Dennis and started to whisper in his ear, urging him on and then telling him quietly “You are so fucking toxic dude. One load from your cock would probably poz him up.” That was all it took to cause Dennis' cock to pump its deadly load into Nick’s fertile cunt. Tyler took Dennis’s place after he pulled out, pounding his hole relentlessly until he added his own poz cum to the slop inside Nick. Steven followed Tyler and the one that had been quiet all evening became an animal. It was a fuck to breed and infect. The guys were shocked at the change in demeanor but it turned them all on. After shooting his cum into Nick, he did the same as everyone else and made Nick suck his cock clean. Kyle had been edging the entire time, watching Nick get fucked. He didn’t think he would last long and he didn’t. His long, firm thrusts were poking Nick’s prostate and Nick was leaking all over the bed. Finally Kyle put his arm around Nick’s neck and pulled back, preventing Nick from breathing. Nick tried to shake free and then his body started to spasm, bringing Kyle past the point of no return and he shot several large spurts of cum into Nick’s destroyed cunt. He pulled out and Nick was and almost too exhausted to clean his cock, but he did. Kyle fell down on the bed next to Nick and the two sat there gasping for breath. As Nick lay on the bed recovering, he looked around the room and smiled. This was what he had dreamt of as his conversion fantasy. He finally got up and grabbed a bottle of water and drank it down, attempting to replace all the sweat he had lost. The guys started chatting a bit until Nick walked over and laid in the sling. Aaron took the hint and went over and helped put him in the straps. Nick was adjusting himself in the sling when Aaron thrust his cock into Nick’s hole. Round two had begun and the guys followed the same order, each dumping a second load into Nick. Aaron, Tyler and Dennis added a third load from each before they collapsed on the bed. Joe got up and took a buttplug and slid it into Nick’s well lubed hole. After resting a bit, the guys grabbed a beer and another joint got passed around. Tyler looked around the room, matching face with viral load. He then said “I have one other thing we can do to help Nick join the brotherhood. Nick are you interested?” “Yeah, of course” Nick replied. “Dennis, are you up for it?” Tyler continued. “Yeah, maybe” said Dennis, confused as to why he was the only one that was asked. “I brought a syringe. We can take the guy with the highest viral load and give Nick a blood slam. No drugs, just sharing your blood directly with Nick. We don’t have to, its up to Dennis and Nick.” Nick laid back in the sling and laid his arm out saying “I’m up for it if anyone wants to.” Dennis nodded and Tyler got up and got the stuff - one syringe, alcohol wipes and a rubber strap. Dennis sat in a chair and Tyler tightened the strap and drew blood into the syringe filling it three quarters of the way. He removed the strap and moved over to Nick, tying the strap and and pushed the needle in and drew some of his blood in to mix with Dennis’s. He untied the strap and slowly pushed he plunger down. Nick just stared at the syringe as the blood emptied into his body. The other guys watched from a distance. The guys sat around a little while longer drinking and smoking. At 1:00 AM, Dennis announced that he had to go home and get some sleep. Corey knew he was going to get fucked when they got home and was on his feet in seconds. Joe, Kyle and Steven also got up to leave. Dennis told Aaron that if he didn’t want to drive back home tonight he could just sleep in the room. Nick looked up and asked “Mind if I stay here too?” “Not at all. You just need to be out by 10:00 or I’ll have to deal with an angry housekeeper,” Dennis said. As the door shut closed, Nick and Aaron curled up next to each other naked on the couch before falling asleep.

Part 5 I left Blake tied on the bed and plugged while he softly sobbed from the pain and the realization of his predicament. I'll bet he was sorry he ever went to the bookstore. It was only a couple of hours before the party started, and I had lots of calls to make. At 9:30 I went back upstairs. Blake looked quite uncomfortable tied in that position with the long, fat plug in his cunt. "Good," I thought to myself, "a scared white boy in pain is one of my favorite things!" And it would only get worse for him. "Please untie me!" he begged. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK! Three hard slaps across his brought tears to his eyes. "Shut the fuck up bitch!" I yelled. "You will learn, the only begging you will do is to have your holes raped and filled with cum. Do I make myself clear?" Three more hard slaps and Blake was in agreement. "Yes Sir." he sobbed. I untied him and he put up no resistance. I put a leather collar with rings around his neck, and wrist and ankle restraints. I then put a cock and ball harness on his little dick, making it as tight as I could. "Drink this," I said holding a bottle up to his mouth. He made a face, but didn't dare disobey me. It was now almost 10:00, and I could hear our guests arriving. I told them to be prompt as they didn't want to miss anything. I attached a leash to Blake's collar and led him downstairs. I was pleased to see all 15 of the guests were already there. "Welcome gentlemen! Here is my new slut and tonights party favour! Short of killing him, anything goes. I want him wrecked like a white slut should be! Lets not waste any time." With that, I grabbed Blake and threw him to the ground,pinning him down with a foot on his chest. One of the guys tied a band around his arm and another stuck the needle in. "Are you sure Jesse?" he asked. It's a 2.0 hit." "Fuckin do it! This little whore needs to be fucked up royally!" With that, the plunger was pushed down and the band released. Blake went instantly rigid and coughed hard. "I want you to go first." I told my friend Buck. He had a 13 inch cock with a P.A. "And show no mercy! Rape that cunt good and hard!" Buck just rolled the teenage boy over and ripped the plug out of his pussy. Blake howeled. Then Buck just spread his cheeks apart and plunged his huge, hard, black pole deep into the puffy, pink hole beneath him. Blake screamed at the top of his lungs while the guys cheered. Tears flowed from his eyes as his cunt was ripped even further apart. Buck just pushed down on the boys shoulders and power fucked his cunt, drilling as deep and as hard as he could. Blood covered his dick as he pulled out before plunging back in balls deep. He fucked Blake mercilessly for a solid 10 minutes, never letting up until he buried himself to the hilt and dumped his load far up into the teenage cumdump. After he pulled out, he spread Blake's cheeks apart so everyone could see his bleeding rosebud. It was puffy and inflamed, oozing red cum. "Who's next?" I asked.

Part 4 As my new property lay on the bed in a daze, I grabbed some ties out of Daddy's closet and found a a nicely used jockstrap in the laundry hamper. Grabbing a wrist, I quickly tied it tightly to the headboard, and followed suit with the other. Then I shoved the jockstrap into his mouth and tied it into place. Lastly I tied his ankles in the air, spreading them apart, leaving his oozing hole exposed and vulnerable. "Don't go anywhere boy." I laughed as I left the room, as if he could! He pleaded with his eyes for me not to leave him, but I had some shopping to do. And besides, he wouldn't be alone for too long. A buddy was already on the way over to graciously keep my bitch occupied. I jumped in the Escalade and went on my way. I was gone for about two hours, returning with all kinds of toys and party supplies, courtesy of Daddy's credit cards. I approached the bedroom to sounds of moans and grunts. Enetering the room I saw my buddy Dante standing by the bed, stroking his hard cock while a guy I didn't know was between my whores open legs, sawing his big cock in and out of Blake's newfound pussy. The teenage sluts eyes were rolled back into his head as he moaned non stop. My own snake started to rise while I watched my boy take it again from a total stranger, unable to refuse even if he wanted to. "Sup man!" Dante greeted me. "That's a damn hot new cunt you found! He's gonna be popular! Oh, that's my new friend Kenny currently using him. I figured you be cool with it." "Fuck yea brother," I said, "that little white bitch needs to be totally broken in! And after tonight, he should be!" Kenny just howled as he buried himself as deep as he could into the helpless boy underneath him, grinding his wirey pubes into the tender ass flesh. I knew he was pumping a big load deep inside Blake, adding his load to the several already up in there. As he pulled out, a light pink liquid oozed out of the gaping hole. "Damn that pussy felt good! I never had me a white boy before. They sure are sweet!" Kenny said as he wiped his slimey cock off on Blake's smooth ass crack. Dante wasted no time shoving his hard, black cock up the hungry, pink hole. Blake just let out a long, low moan as he was filled again. Dante grabbed his thighs and pounded the boy as hard as he could, pulling out til just the tip of his cock remained in the cunt, then slammed back in all the way, forcing Blake to grunt from the force. Eventually Dante went rigid and shot his hot load with the others. "Take it cunt!" he shouted as he spit on Blake's face. "Take another load of niggah cum, you filthy white slut! Your new master is gonna make good and sure you get lots!" After he pulled out, we all stood back admiring Blake's growing rosebud. Soon his sweet little pussy will truley look like a blooming flower. I took a buttplug out the bag of toys I bought, and placed the tip of at the stretched out enterence of Blake's new pussy. And it was a fat plug, long and black, with a wide base, wider than even my cock. "Look at me boy!" I ordered him as I started to slide it into him. "Look into your Masters eyes as I plug up the hole I now own!" Blake looked at me with his glazed over eyes as the plug slid in further. Eventually it reached the point where it was meeting resistance, and I stopped, pulling it out. I pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and the poppers. I untied his gay and pulled the jockstrap out. I wanted to hear him scream as the fat plug ripped his cumhole open even further. I poured some poppers onto the jockstrap and placed it over his nose, then attached the clamps to his little, pink titties. He hissed in pain as they dug into his tender flesh. Then I placed the plug in his wed hole again, pushing in to the point of resistance. "Look at me boy, and tell me you want it! Tell me you are my property now. Beg for that little pussy to be plugged!" "Yes Sir," he meekley croaked, unable to deny what he truely wanted. "You own me now Sir," his voice trembled, admitting out loud his new position in life. "Please put your plug in my ass." SMACK!! My palm slapped him hard across his smooth face, instantly leaving a bright, red mark on his creamy, white skin. Blake's eyes flew wide open in shock. "That is not an ass boy!" I spat at him. "That will never be an ass again! That's a pussy, a cunt, a cumdump, a fuckhole! That's what you will call it from now on! That's what it is! Now tell me what you want! BEG ME SLUT!" "Please Sir," he started, his eyes tearing up, "please plug my pussy!" SMACK!! Another hard slap to add to the first. "Whose pussy is it bitch? It ain't your pussy no more! It's mine! Tell me that!" "Please Sir!" he begged. "Please plug your pussy!" With an evil grin I grabbed the chain connecting those sweet, pink, teenage boy titties and pulled hard and fast, ripping them off as I rammed the rest of the fat buttplug all the way into his dripping cunt. "AAAAAAARRRRRRHHHHH!" Blake screamed at the top of his voice as he jerked in his bonds, unable to escape the pain in his burning tits and inflamed cumhole. His head thrashed back and forth as he howled in agony. "Damn bro!" Dante laughed. "You are one mean niggah!" I just smiled as I watched my new slave start to calm down. "You know I am! And he'll get MORE tonight." I laughed back. "Party starts at 10, will probably go all night. Come on back." "Wouldn't miss it for the world!"